Forbidden Fruit [FF]

In a life of mundane rituals, even the smallest of events can brighten up your day. For me, that event was our weekly Church service. Having been married off at 18, I guess you could have considered me a “passive” girl. Scared to assert myself, I would prefer to go with the flow rather than rock the boat. And so I lived a life of quiet desperation. My only solace in life was the music and community I experienced at church every week. My husband was nice, but I didn’t have much feelings towards him. Every Wednesday we’d go through our typical sexual routine which lasted about 5 minutes. He’d insert his wee-wee into my lady parts, jiggle his willy and go to sleep soon after. “Is this what life was about?” I wondered as I softly cried myself to sleep. I was depressed and desperately figuring out a way to end it all. “Perhaps this is a test from God” I thought… patience will bring eternal happiness? As things got worse and worse, I’d pray harder and harder. Something… anything that would make me feel like life is worth living. Things were going downhill fast when out of nowhere, God… or perhaps the devil… gave me my most difficult test yet.

It was the 3rd Church service of the month and I got dolled up like I always do for Church. Looking great for Church made me feel like I was honoring God and showing respect to my fellow parishioners. Plus, my petite body looked great in pretty much everything I wore. My husband suddenly barks at me, “Why do you always have to dress so provocatively?” Scared of an all-out conflict I capitulate; “Oh well… what do you think I should wear?” -“Here, put on this sweater on top of your dress”. The sweater was baggie, itchy, ugly. But for the sake of keeping the peace, I put it on and wore it like a good wife should.

When we got to church something was different. Something felt odd. Our Church pastor comes up to the podium and announces a sad event. Mrs. Richardson, our organist had a stroke and is currently in the hospital recovering. “Let us keep Mrs.Richardson in our prayers this service. For the time being however, I’d like you to introduce all of you to her replacement. The wonderful Ms. Julia Bafton. She’ll be playing the organ till Mrs. Richardson gets better, so please stop by and introduce yourselves to her after the service.”

I was stunned. She was the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. A tight red dress hugged her body to show every curve and crevice. She radiated feminine sensuality and a confidence in a woman I’ve never seen before. “She looks like a whore” my husband whispered under his breath. Perhaps he was right, but I couldn’t help but fixate on her. Her beautiful soft face, her voluptuous breasts, flat stomach, beautiful round, bubbly ass. I was totally enamored, yet a moment of fear entered my mind. “What the hell are you thinking girl? She’s a woman. Stop entertaining these thoughts and focus on what’s important” I turn to my husband and quietly observe him. His double-chin, greasy unkept hair and protruding moles made me want to vomit. “We live to serve” I kept telling myself, but no matter how hard I tried, the thoughts kept coming back, “How does he even deserve someone like me? Sure we’re almost the same age (He was 21) but he looked closer to 50.” I started to imagine how disgusted I was of his unathletic, chubby body rubbing up against my fit, petite little frame. I look back onto the stage and see Ms. Bafton; instantly my mood changes. She must have been in her late 20s or early 30s, but her body was e maculate. I was jealous of her and wanted to be near her at the same time. Whether an angel or a devil… I had to find out more.

After Church service everyone migrated to the dining hall. We held fellowship there after each service and was another of the few highlights I really enjoyed. Ms.Bafton was mingling with the older men. It was clear that even in God’s house men’s hormones knew no boundaries. “Com’on, lets go home” said my husband. I hated him for it. I wanted to stay and meet Ms. Bafton so much, but I was too scared to challenge my husband on anything. Lucky for me, Ms.Bafton must have felt my yearning energy to meet her and came to greet us herself.

“Hey, I don’t think I’ve met you guys yet! My name’s Julia”

“Hey, I’m Fawn and this is my husband Rick”

“Oh wow! Your husband? You seem so young, how old are you”

“Well I’m 18 and he’s 21. We actually got married about 9 months ago”

“Wow, well that’s beautiful. And also I love your sweater, but I’m getting this intuition that it’s hiding a cute little dress underneath”

“Oh umm… I… ”

My husband interjects, “Hey Julia, it was great to meet you. We have to be going now”

You could taste the jealousy in his voice. He didn’t care if it was a man or woman, he was so toxically possessive he didn’t want me speaking to my own mother for longer than 10 minutes.

“Well why? Julia retorted? Everyone’s here!”

Julia’s confidence towered over my husband’s creepy, passive aggressive demeanor. She did it in such a way that was so up-lifting and positive. She shut him down like a little rat without even a hint of negativity. My husband was so spineless, he capitulated to her frame immediately. “I guess we can stay a little longer, I’ll need to talk to the pastor about next month’s outreach event in the city anyway.” And with that, he slithers away in defeat, leaving me and Ms. Bafton alone.

“So tell me what’s married life been like” she asks.

“You know… it’s not all I thought it was cracked up to be”

“Interesting…in what way”

“Well… it’s kind of private and I don’t really feel comfortable talking about it”

“Oh… well…”

She stops herself from speaking further and looks deep into my eyes. They burn through my soul. Butterflies appear in my stomach and a feeling I’ve never felt before begins to spontaneously grow bigger in my lower stomach. She reaches out to take my hand. My heart starts to race as I think, “Oh my god, she’s about to touch me in front of EVERYONE” As she takes my hand, endorphins start to pump through my blood as I feel her soft, little hand in mine.

“Look, if you ever want to talk, I’m here”

Is she coming on to me or is she just being friendly? Oh God, I’m so confused. I must be going crazy… there is no way a woman could possibly have sexual desire for another woman; especially if she WORKS in the house of God. I needed to get my head together.

“Thank you so much” I say as I disengage my hand from hers.

Weeks pass and news of Mrs. Richardson’s death (our main organist) hits the congregation like a ton of bricks. Being an emotional person, I took the loss pretty hard. A mix of grief and depression from my personal situation made the whole ordeal so much worse. At her funeral, we found out that Mrs.Richardson, a childless widow, had no next of kin to manage the liquidation of her estate. At a Church meeting, the buck kept being passed off. No one wanted to spend their precious free time dealing with a dead woman’s belongings. I guess fellowship extends to others in life, but not in death. Ultimately the buck falls on me and my husband. Being the youngest and most passive, we accept and that same night, the spineless worm tries to get out of it. “Look” he says, “There’s not that much stuff in her house anyway and I’m having a videogame tournament that weekend. Just go, clean it up a bit, throw out the junk and you’ll be done within a day. “Fine” I said passively, not wanting any conflict on the matter.

The next Saturday, I arrive at Mrs.Richardson’s house at 8am. The house is old, but well kept. As I approach the door, I see that someone’s already inside. “I thought she didn’t have any relatives” I said to myself. The door opens and Ms. Bafton greets me. “Hey Fawn!” she says..

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

“I’m responsible for gathering all of Mrs.Richardson’s sheet music and storing it”

“Oh that makes sense, I’m here to clean it up and prep it for the bank to do it’s asset liquidation”

“Great, com’ on in. We’ll help one another”

Ms. Bafton turned around and instantly, the thoughts came back again.. I noticed her incredibly beautiful round ass. It looked phenomenal in her tight yoga pants. Her mid-section was bare as she wore a high-cut, tight t-shirt. Her breasts were perky and I could see the nipples through her t-shirt. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to touch her and feel her.

“Oh my gosh, you know what I found upstairs?

“No, what?”

“Com’on I’ll show you”

As I follow her up the stairs, I’m hypnotized be her ass. The way it moved felt like it was calling for me.

“You will not believe this”

She opens up a drawer and it’s filled with sex toys. Many of them still in their original wrapping.

“I guess Mrs.Richardson knew how to take care of herself even without her husband”

I was absolutely stunned. I started to blush and my face turned beet red.

“This is so inappropriate” I said to her.

Ms.Bafton gets up and confidently comes over to me. She comes in close to my ear and whispers.

“Don’t play these little games with me. I saw the way you look at my ass. I’ve been noticing ever since we met at Church.”

She takes my hand and slides it over her ass. Her e maculate, round, perky ass.

“Tell me Fawn… now that we’re all alone. Nowhere near that loser husband of yours…. in a dead old lady’s house…. what would you like to do to me?” She leans in extremely close, touching my ear with her lips as she finally whispers, “What is your secret desire…”

“I…. I… ”

I’m so nervous I can barely speak.

“I want….”

Ms. Bafton waits patiently with a smile as I get up the courage to tell her.

“I want to eat your beautiful little asshole”

Ms.Bafton’s smirk turns into a great, big smile. She turns around, slowly revealing her ass to me from behind the skin-tight yoga pants:

“Well then… come take what belongs to you”

Instantly, something inside me awakens. A raw, animal lust I’ve never felt for anyone before in my life. A final moment of doubt crosses my mind, “Is this right? Is this a sin?” Then, the final resistance is totally overwhelmed by the strongest emotions I’ve ever felt. “Fuck it” I say out loud as I dive into her voluptuous ass to devour her beautiful brown little balloon knot. As I’m eating it and playing with it on my tongue, I hear her moan with great pleasure. My little pussy begins to drip vaginal fluid. I can’t take it, I need to get out of these goddamned clothes. I rip off my shirt and pants and jump on her like a rabid animal. I wanted so much for our bodies to be touching and be intertwined. She was everything I was not. She was everything I wanted and couldn’t have. Confident, beautiful, sexy. I wanted to share her spirit. We kiss vigorously as she rubs my little pussy. Hers is shaven while mine is hairy from giving up on looking good for sex. But she was clearly prepared for me. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her. She began to lick my pussy and I began to have a seizure of pleasure. I was shaking so hard the keys on the nightstand fell off. I wanted her and finally, I had her. Now that I had crossed the line of no return, I was willing to go all out. I wanted out pussies touching against one another. The ultimate sign of capitulation to her and to my lust for her. I began to rub my clit against hers. She moaned in pleasure. As I’m thrusting my thighs against hers I’m looking deep into her eyes and playing with with her tits as she plays with mine. Faster and faster I move my pelvis to stimulate our wet little pussies. Faster and faster. The faster I moved, the less I felt in-control of my own body. Something took over and I was thrusting and moving my pelvis faster than I thought possible. I entered a trance where all I felt was pleasure and pureness. “Oh my god, you’re gonna make me cum!” she screamed. Faster and faster I went. “Ohhhhh fuuckkk, I’m cumming” she yelled as her pussy began gushing fluids onto mine. The second I felt her wetness on my pussy, I instantaneously came. My body seized up in the millisecond right before and finally, I had a full release. I squirted as my body spasmed from the jolts of pure pleasure pulsating though my entire body. This was special, but she wasn’t done with me yet.

“I knew you were a little vixen when i first saw you”

“Really? I hope that’s a good thing”

She then reaches over to Mrs.Richardson’s sex-toy drawer and takes out a shiny teardropped item.

“What’s that” I ask.

“This is a buttplug, I was wearing one the day I met you and your husband”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, that’s why I came over. i was so horny and you were the hottest little thing I’ve ever seen. In a sea of old, gross men I had to talk to you.”

“Well I’m glad you did!”

She turns me around and inserts the buttplug into my tight little asshole. The initial shock of something going in my butt wears off in about 2 seconds as the feeling of being filled up turned my anxiety into pure pleasure. I get on her face and she starts to eat my pussy with the same level of lust and passion that I felt for her. It was incredible. Being stuffed in the ass while my pussy was being devoured by a hungry church organist overdosed my body with endorphins. When I didn’t think it could get any better, she starts to gently put pressure on the tip of the buttplug. It ever-so-slowly moved deeper and shallower within my ass. The pressure added to the anticipation and my pussy was burning with pleasure sensations. I felt like I was climbing a ladder to heaven as she put and released pressure from the plug. Clearly, Ms. Bafton had done this before. I was just a little toy for her and I didn’t care. As I approached climax, Ms.Bafton penetrates my pussy deep with her tongue and I exclaim an involuntary yelp in a high pitched tone “Oh my god!” Deeper and deeper she thrusts into my pussy while putting pressure on the plug. I can feel the approaching explosion in my body and begin to yell, “Ohhhh mmyyyy fuuckkking goooooooooddddd” and then Boom. Everything in my body stops functioning. I lose total control of all voluntary muscles. I spasm and momentarily lose my sense of awareness. Where is up? Where is down? It doesn’t matter. I’m here now with her and that’s all I care about. After slowing down and resting for a while, we cuddle. “How can this be?” I wondered. I woman laying in another woman’s arms. Feeling so secure and happy. I looked at her eyes as I rested my head on her breasts, admiring her feminine scent. She was still so beautiful to me. For the first time in my life, I was truly and completely happy. I didn’t know what the future held from that moment on, but I finally knew that Mrs.Richardsom wasn’t the only one who could take care of herself without her husband.

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