Sandra looked at herself in the mirror... Since she had gotten home and cleaned up she had been thinking about what she had done. She felt ashamed by what she had done in the basement of that church with a man young enough to be her son. Her face was still flush from her escapade and her lips full and plush from biting back her screams. Her vagina still sore and tender from the pounding and from cumming so many times on that huge black cock; she allowed her hand to slide over it now. Her nipples jumped to attention as her palm rubbed against her swollen clit.
Sunday morning came around quickly and Sandra slid from her warm bed. Her pussy had been aching in anticipation all night, crying out for her to rub it, finger it, put some inanimate object inside of it but she had resisted. She enjoyed the ache, the feeling of overwhelming desire that had her now rushing to shower and dress for church... for her Sabbath fuck that she knew was coming soon. She showered quickly and slid her new stockings up over her nude bottom. The red dress she donned was silky and hugged all her curves. She picked a pair of black high heels that made her calves pop and added 6 inches to her height. She kept her makeup light and let her long straight hair fall to the top of her tight bottom.
Dale was waiting near the back of the congregation making small talk with the other ushers but all the while looking out for her. As usual she didn't come in until his father had left the welcoming precession and headed for the pulpit. His eyes scanned her from head to toes... instant erection. The same reaction he always had to her... He took a seat two rows back from her. He knew he needed to sit away from her this week since his wife had been asking him who she was and why he had sat next to her last week. He had blown it off the best he could saying it was the only available seat and he hadn't even had a chance to get her information as service had already started when he had sat down. His wife wasn't stupid but she often chose to believe what he told her to keep the peace at home. He wasn't stupid either and knew better than to push his luck.
Sandra had seen Dale as she walked past him and she knew he was watching her. She showed him no recognition as she found a seat in the 5th row. She could also feel his presence from the 8th row as the service started. They had not talked about if or when they would meet but she felt she would know when the time was right.
As the service progressed she allowed her eyes to meet the Reverends several times as he stood proudly at the pulpit. His son looked a lot like him; tall, dark, muscular with chiseled facial features even down to the cleft chin. There was a message in his eyes but she wouldn't allow herself to read it. She looked away....
Dale and the other ushers stood up to take the offering. He had already arranged to handle her area with the other ushers. Slowly he made his way toward her pew, staring into her eyes as he came closer and closer. Every time her eyes wandered up and down his body he felt his dick jump against his thigh and he would notice her eyes widening as she noticed it. He wanted to fuck her right here and right now! Thoughts of bending her over the pew and slamming his rock hard dick deep inside of her made him crazy! Dam what a sight that would be!!!! As he passed her the offering plate he slipped her a note that he held with it.
Sandra let the note slip onto the seat beside her as she placed her money into the plate and passed it on. Once he had stepped past she picked it up and read it. Meet me down stairs in the hall in 5 minutes. Simple and to the point the note told her what she wanted to know. She waited a couple minutes then slipped out the back and down the stairs. She didn't have long to wait before he came down and took her hand, leading her to the end of the hallway and up a back staircase. He took out a key and unlocked the door at the top of the stairs. She didn't know where he was taking her but she followed eagerly.
Dale opened the door to his father's office and pulled her inside. The office was situated right behind the stage that the choir box was on. There was another door that opened up to the pulpit platform, the very platform that his father now occupied. He pulled Sandra's hot body up against his and cupped her face in his hands as his mouth found hers in a fierce kiss. She moaned against his mouth and pushed her pelvis into his erection. She was ready, more than ready, for him to take her. Her vagina was on fire and so wet that she could feel the moisture on her thighs. Suddenly he turned her around and shoved her face down onto his father's desk. He yanked up the hem of her dress and bared her behind to him.
