Sins and Satisfaction (Closed for Fira.)

Jake Channing had a crush.

Since the time he was fifteen he'd always had a thing for Mrs. Dobbs. He would remember seeing her dressed conservative and think to himself how hard it was to hide that body. It seemed as if she was always wearing loose clothing, and even that didn't keep her body hidden. Those big blouses never did anything to cover up her massive chest, and even the most modest dress couldn't hide her beautiful ass.

It probably didn't hurt that she wasn't that old of a woman. Her and her husband were both in their late twenties, early thirties. He often wondered how a guy like Mr. Dobbs had gotten her. Slightly average looking, he looked more like someone who should marry a shy accountant than the sexy Mrs. Dobbs.

Now twenty years old and a grown man, Jake no longer needed to masterbate frequently about her. Getting pussy was not something that was a problem for Jake, it almost came too easy for him. At six foot two, he was a handsome young man. Blue eyes, short brown hair, and there was always a nice large bulge that sat between his lets that kept the girls gossiping.

It was the summer season, and Jake had just come home between semesters. As soon as he got to the house he noticed that his parents had left a note for him.

Dear Jake,
Your aunt got in an accident, so we'll be gone for a week or so. We left the key with Mrs. Dobbs. Sorry sweety, love you.

Jake, dressed in a simple pair of khaki shorts and a blue t-shirt, got in his jeep and drove to the church. You see Mrs. Dobbs wasn't just any woman, she was the preachers wife. She generally could be found at the church on weekends doing some cleaning and even sometimes holding bible study groups for her husband.

As he pulled up into the church parking lot, he noticed that there weren't any vehicles in the lot. Stepping out of the jeep, he walked up to the doors and they opened up.

"Mrs. Dobbs.. are you around?"

Lisa had finished with her usual Saturday cleaning of the church to get ready for the next day's service. She put the supplies away, and wandered through each room, making sure she hadn't missed anything. Her inspection complete as she walked into the sanctuary, she looked at the pulpit where her husband would be preaching tomorrow and sighed. "If only," she thought sadly. "If only he could show as much passion for me in the bedroom as he does for his calling when he stands up there in front of everyone."

Feeling a little unfaithful for her thoughts, Lisa sat in the front pew and bowed her head. She was happy with her marriage. They got along well, had so much in common. They could talk for hours and never get bored with what each other was saying. They had only ever been with each other, and even then only after they had gotten married...which happened right out of high school. Now, twelve years later, she found herself feeling like something was missing.

Oh, the sex was fine, she admitted to herself. But it just wasn't...enough...anymore. The same thing every night. No spice. No variety. Not even a change in position occasionally to make things interesting. She had asked him once, if there was anything in particular that he fantasized about, and he had looked at her as if she had grown a third eye in the middle of her forehead. She squirmed where she sat as her thoughts turned to her own fantasies.

She had...heard of certain things that couples would do to and for each other. Unfortunately, she never thought she could convince her husband to try any of them. He was too straight-laced. If he only knew what kinds of things she tended to pull up on the computer to read when she was supposed to be working on things for the church in her office here. She blushed at the thought. "Lord," she prayed, "Please help me with this frustration I'm feeling."

Deciding she had spent enough time brooding over her issues for one day, Lisa headed for the door. She heard someone calling her name just as she turned the corner, bumping into the young man before she could slow her steps. A startled yelp as his arms came around her to steady her, she looked up embarrassed to find herself in such a situation.

"J..Jake! You st..startled me!" she stammered out. Her mind still not far from her earlier thoughts, she couldn't think of what he would be doing here on a Saturday. "I...I thought you were away at school?" She was trying to get herself back under control, but the feel of her large soft breasts pushed up against the hard muscles of his chest was an alien one, and she blushed furiously at the turn her mind took. "Dear Lord, give me strength," she prayed silently as she pulled away. Aloud, she asked, "What are you doing here?"

The immediate reaction for Jake was to be a little bit startled as well when she turned into him. The secondary reaction was when the woman that he had fantasized about for months was a physical reaction. The enormous pillowy breasts that pressed up against his chest caused him to feel a shift between his legs, as a large erection started risking down the right side of his leg.

"Sorry about that Mrs. Dobbs, my parents went out of town and they said that you should have an extra key here at the church."

It was increasingly difficult for Jake to act normal around her. In fact, he always tried to avoid being close to her because he knew that she would catch him looking over her body. Her body... God it was nice. How did a preacher end up marrying someone like this? Even in church, Jake was wondering how the Lord could put together something that nice that wasn't meant to be used hard.

She wasn't built to be handing out fliers and doing charity work. She was built to be bent over screaming, or use those enormous tits to wrap around a large cock.

He stayed focused however and kept his face looking at her eyes.

"Were you busy?"

"An extra key..." She looked blank for a moment as she tried to figure out what he was talking about while warring with her unexpected reaction to him. "Oh! The key! I'm sorry, Jake, I had forgotten about that." Turning to move back down the aisle to the back of the church, she called over her shoulder, "I put it in my desk in the office so that it wouldn't get misplaced."

Reaching the small cramped space she used as her office, she went around behind the desk and rummaged in one of the drawers for the key. "I wasn't busy. I was just about to head home to cook dinner." Straightening up, she held it out to Jake and smiled warmly, her errant thoughts of earlier pushed to the back of her mind. "You know, your mom said something about not shopping for groceries before they left...said she didn't want anything spoiling before you got home. If you don't feel like shopping and cooking this evening, since it's your first day home, Alex and I would love to have your company for dinner."

She surprised herself with the offer. She wasn't even sure what time Alex would be home this evening. One of the older members of the church had been admitted to the hospital, and he was sitting with them until their family could get in from out of state. Deciding that it would be uncouth to retract the offer so quickly, and thinking that it would be better than both of them eating solitary meals, she decided to let it stand. "You can entertain us with stories of things going on at school," she continued, finishing with, "and I won't take no for an answer!"

The invitation was certainly pleasing, although he'd much rather be around her without the preacher around. Afterall it would be quite awkward if he saw him looking at his wife's round rear or large chest. He wouldn't turn her down though, not only was she right, he probably didn't have many groceries, but also she had made it almost impossible for him to say no.

He politely accepted and left with the key in hand. The entire ride home his mind would drift away. She was so sexy and it seemed as if she didn't even know it, which honestly made her more sexy. It kind of reminded Jake of how it was so much better to accidently see a woman naked, than watching porn. The excitement of seeing something you weren't supposed to was much better.

After Jake got to his house, he took a shower and changed into a pair of khaki's and a dark blue button up shirt that seemed hugs his lean, muscular frame nicely. After brushing his teeth and making sure he looked all right he walked over to the Dobb's household about seven o' clock that night. He noticed that there was only one car in the parkway. Could he possibly be alone with her?

She was setting the table when she heard the knock. Glancing at the clock, she realized she was running a bit behind as she went to answer it. Finding Jake standing there, she smiled warmly, her earlier discomfort completely forgotten. "Hello, Jake! Won't you come in and make yourself comfortable? I have a few finishing touches to put on dinner...you're welcome to keep me company if you'd like."

She led the way into the kitchen, Jake just a few steps behind her. "Grab you something to drink from the fridge if you'd like. I need to check the chicken." She grabbed a couple of pot holders from the counter, opened the oven, and bent over to check the temperature of the bird. It not being quite done, she closed the door and straightened up, turning quickly to her next task.

"I'm sorry to say, but Alex won't be joining us for dinner. He's stuck at the hospital for now. He'll call later to let me know when he's on his way so that I can heat his dinner up for him. We have about 15 more minutes before the chicken will be ready." Grabbing a coke out of the fridge for herself, she sat at the table and smiled at Jake. "Whew! So how was your drive home?"

"I'm sorry to say, but Alex won't be joining us for dinner."

Music to his ears, he felt like it would have been very awkward sitting there with the preacher, the whole time his mind drifting to what his wife might look like naked. Smooth skin, those nipples probably had big aerolas covering the...

Jake blinked his eyes trying to get his mind off of the highly christian woman that was nice enough to invite him over and cook him dinner.

"Thank's Mrs. Dobbs, I appreciate you having me over."

He politely said as he walked over to the fridge and scooped a bottle of water out from one of the doors.

He stood by the fridge as she sat at the table with the coca-cola in her hand. The way she sat didn't help the thoughts that were running through Jake's head. It seemed as if her nice round chest was almost resting ontop of the dining table. God, I'd love to dine on that. It was so hard for him to get the lewd thoughts out of his head. He was the definition of young, dumb, and full of cum. His mind was dominated by sex most of the time, and often about the married woman that he was eating dinner with.

"Oh, the drive was ok, just another drive I suppose."

Glancing again at the clock, she had an idea. Alex hated to eat dinner in front of the television, but when he wasn't around, she often did. And there was a good movie coming on that she had been wanting to watch. Looking back to Jake, she asked, "You know...there's a good movie coming on in a few minutes. I often watch tv while I eat if Alex isn't home. Would you care to spend a quiet evening of dinner and a movie with an old married woman?" She smiled at her only half joking remark; she certainly felt old these days...

The idea of watching a movie with Mrs. Dobbs was what he would call conflicting.

He wanted to be around her, but he was also concerned that being around her along for too long, she might catch the small glances he was taking. The attempts to see down her top or see her whenever she would bend over to do anything.

"Sure, and I definitly don't think your an old woman."

He smiled as he got up and walked towards the tv.

"So what is this movie about?"

"It's a romantic comedy...I can't remember the name of it." She got up to check the chicken again. "Looks like it's done." She pulled it out of the oven, set it on the table, and set the remaining dishes alongside it. She handed him a plate, telling him to help himself. Filling her own plate, she led the way to the living room, pulled the coffee table closer to set their plates on, and took a seat on the couch.

She kicked her shoes off, and tucked one leg up under herself, her skirt riding up a bit on her thigh without her realizing it.

He fixed his own plate. It smelled delicious. He wasn't entirely excited about watching a romantic comedy, but he was getting a free meal and would able to toss sneaky glances at the sexy preacher's wife.

As he sat down on the couch, his eyes ran over and noticed that her skirt was running up her thigh a bit. He could see the very small hint of panties, looked like something very simple, cotton perhaps, but that made his mind wander off about the juicy wonders that rested beneath them.

That caused a shift in his pants, making him squirm a bit on the couch, while trying not to cause too much of a scene. He could only imagine the strange scenario that would happen if she noticed the hardon formed in his pants.

The movie started, and they ate in a companionable silence while they watched. During one commercial break, Lisa got up and took their plates into the kitchen. Returning with a bottle of wine and 2 glasses, she offered Jake a drink. "I'm afraid we don't have anything other than wine. We always like to have a small glass after dinner." Taking a small sip from her glass, she curled back up on the couch to relax.

The long day she spent cleaning the church, combined with the glass of wine, had Lisa dozing before too long. Her head rested on the arm of the couch as she slid into a more comfortable position, her skirt riding high on her thighs. At one point in her slumber, she stretched; one dainty foot coming to rest in Jake's very surprised lap.

Jake was a little suprised when she brought out the wine glass's. He didn't think that they would drink anything, but maybe because it's a sophisticated drink or something like that, it was ok?

He was even more suprised when her foot rested upon his lap, more appropriatly it was sitting right on the hard bulge that rested between his legs. His blue eyes looked up at her, noticing how far her skirt was up her thigh before seeing her slightly passed out.

"Mrs. Dobbs, ummm Mrs. Dobbs."

His cock throbbed in his pants, throbbing against her foot, as he watched her massive chest raise and fall underneath the sweater.

He was in an awkward position. Here was the woman of his fantasies massassing his big hard on through his pants with her foot and she didn't even know it.

He didn't know what to do, but he found himself running his hand up her leg as he whispered.

"Mrs. Dobbs.. ummm Mrs. Dobbs?"

He started to just move her foot off of him when his eyes ran right up her skirt, and noticed the plain white cotton panties she had on.

Generally these woudn't be sexy, but for some reason it made her seem even more innocent if that was possible.

He shouldn't have done it, but with her foot not moving his hand slowly creeped up under her skirts and started slowly tracing the cotton between her legs. He was sure that he could feel the outline of her pussy lips as she slept.

He was a little suprised, it seemed as if she was grinding up against his hand. He could feel his cock get harder, as her foot unconciously massaged up against it.

He knew that he should stop there, but he needed to see it. Using his index and middle finger her slowly pulled the cotton panties to the side, there he could see her pink little pussy. Her pussy lips were big with the pink clit sticking out nicely. A small amount of pubic hair was around it.

He could swear he could see it getting slick...

He heard her whimper a bit, but he was so intrigued now that he couldn't stop.

Even the thought of the preacher walking through the door and catching wouldn't stop Jake from risking it.

Slowly taking his index finger, he started pushing it inside her slick cunt, all the way up to the first knuckle.

God she's tight...

Slowly and cautiously he moved more of his index finger in, all the way into the second knuckle before he starts sliding in and out slowly, feeling her juices start to flow out over his hand.

What if she wakes up? God what will I do if she looks and see's my finger all the way up her cunt?

"Oh my!" her mind reeled, "I've never had a dream feel this good!" She sensed her wetness growing, her sex starved body responding to the images in her head. Her eyes opened a bit, then widened in surprise to realize it wasn't completely a dream.

She watched as his face went bright red, and he started to stammer out some kind of apology. Feeling him start to withdraw his finger, she let out a soft strangled cry, "No! Jake, please..." Her face flushing both with embarrassment as well as her desire, her eyes begging him to finish what he had started.

His first instinct was to remove his finger but she quickly stopped him.

"No! Jake, please..."

Not only was she not mad, she wanted him to do it more. This was an opportunity that he couldn't let waste.

His finger kept moving in and out as he moved his face closer to her wet, warm, cunt. Sticking out his tongue he started licking all over her pink pussy as the finger moved in and out.