I am the pastor of a small rural church in Vermont. Most of my congregation is older, but there are a few younger faces. I have been the pastor here five years, but the time has passed quickly. I enjoy my ministry. I visit people in their homes, at the hospital, and do occasional counseling with plenty of time leftover to study the Bible and work on sermons. 

I married right out of college, ten years ago, to a very conservative girl. She is short, about 5'2", and a bit overweight. She was a virgin when we married and never really had a close boyfriend before me. We used to be close friends, but that was long ago. Now we seem to be more like butler and maid sharing a house. She does not take care of herself and has ballooned to over two- hundred pounds. Our love life is almost non-existent; but, it is not for a lack of my trying. She is just not interested in sex except for a few days in the month when she thinks she can get pregnant. It is boring even then. With frequent argument in our home over petty issues, our outward veneer hides a slow death in our marriage. 

All pastors have just a few close friends in their churches and my wife and I are no different. We are close to one of the young couples in our church. Sandy is 31 and Edgar is 32. We play games at their home or ours frequently. It is usually a mean game of spades or hearts. Sometimes I partner with Edgar and we play against the ladies, but most of the time I partner with Sandy and we go against Edgar and my wife Kim. Sandy and I are a natural team and we almost always win. 

Sandy is a secretary in the local school system and she is very pretty. She is of medium build and stands about 5'4". She is well endowed, very curvy, has a great ass, and long flowing brown hair. She usually wears dresses on Sundays and khakis or jeans during the week, though nothing flashy. 
Her husband Edgar is decent looking. His problem is his lack of sensitivity to her. He expects her to work and take care of the house and kids while he limits himself to mowing the grass and watching football. During the winter, he spends most of his time hunting, with an occasional odd job when he can find one, ever since he was fired from his job. 

I have never made a move on Sandy or even hinted that I am interested in her as more than a church friend, but I find myself daydreaming about her all the time. I know it is a sin, but I am very attracted to her. She is kind, gentle, and an encourager. She is everything my wife is not. When we have our game night, I enjoy her company probably too much. Sitting across from her, and stealing an occasional glance of her beauty, I find myself wishing she were my wife. 

This is my fifth Christmas in upstate Vermont. The snow is already about a foot deep with the spring thaw still in the distant future. On this Christmas Eve, my wife and I have spent the day in separate parts of the house. The presents have been wrapped long ago for extended family since we do not yet have children of our own. She does her thing and I do mine. My mind wanders to Sandy and the financial toll her family is taking from her husbands' laziness. Deciding to bless Sandy, I told my wife I was going to finish working on Sunday's sermon at the church and I would return in a while. 

Taking my snow mobile for a spin, I went over to Sandy's house to give her a check to help with her family finances. I looked forward to seeing her just to shake off my loneliness for a moment. This particular evening I found her home alone. Her husband had gone hunting and was to return Christmas day. 
I knocked on her door. As I stomped the snow off my boots on the porch of her log cabin, she answered her door in a long black skirt covering all but her ankles and a blouse. I could smell the wood burning in her fireplace as the aroma flowed out the front door and chimney.
 
"Merry Christmas, Sandy." 

"Come in. It is cold outside this evening." 

"I came by to drop off a check from the church to help you guys out." 

"Thanks Pastor Chris. You are a godsend. We really need the help." 

Taking a moment to look at the check, she said, "It is for a thousand dollars. It is too much." 

"The church wants to bless you in these hard times." 

Taking a second glance at the check she noted, "This check is not from the church, it is a personal check from you. I can't take this." 

"Sure you can. It is a gift from me to help you through the hard times. Don't worry, I still have some savings. I would rather bless others with what I have been blessed with." 

"Really? You are the sweetest man I have ever known", she said, as she gave me a big hug and innocent kiss on the cheek. 

Electricity flew through my body when we tightly hugged each other. I did not want to let go of her. Her company was my brief break from my lonely life. 

As she withdrew her kiss to my cheek and the hug eased, our eyes locked and in that moment I felt I saw the look of loneliness and yearning in her eyes. I did not want to leave yet. It was too soon. I had started falling in love with her this past year, but she was forbidden fruit. I never said a word. We were both married and it went against my ordination vows and all I claimed to believe. 

"I hope to see you in church Sunday, Merry Christmas", I said, as I began to leave. 

"Don't leave yet Chris, let me at least get you some coffee before you go." 

"Coffee sounds great. The wind chill is 20 below tonight." 

"That is what you get for running around on that snow mobile of yours." 
Sandy exited to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. 

"While we are waiting for the coffee, come over here near the fireplace and warm your bones". 

I took off my coat and followed her to the fireplace. For a few minutes we just stood in front of the fire grinning at each other. I was in love with her, but afraid to tell her. 

"What are thinking Chris?" 

"Just how wonderful it is to be sharing a warm fire with you this Christmas Eve." 

"Do you want to know what I am thinking?" 

"Yes." 

"I am thinking you care for me more than you let on." 

I grinned, very unsure of what to say. 

Sandy leaned in and gently kissed me on my lips. Looking me in the eyes she said, "I care for you more than I let on." 

I smiled at her. "You're right, Sandy, I do care for you". 

"Are you as lonely as I am?" 

"Yes", I said, as tears began to stream down my face. 

It was awkward at first, but Sandy began to kiss the tears and then my lips. I returned her kiss. As her lips met mine, nervousness over took me. Though I was standing in front of the fireplace, I started shaking all over. Sandy took me in her arms and said, "It is okay." 

Wrapping my arms around her, we returned to our kissing. Our lips embraced and within a few minutes our tongues entwined as I found my way in her warm mouth. The snow was falling on the ground outside, but inside the frost covering my heart was melting away. I was her pastor, but at this moment she was ministering to me. 

I felt her hands slide down my back and grab my ass. She pulled me close to her. 

"How long has it been for you Chris?" 

"A few weeks." 

"Was it intimate?" 

"No. She just wants to have a baby. We go through the motions. It is very cold." 

"It has been a long time since I had real intimacy. I need your affection tonight too", Sandy volunteered. "Would you make love to me this afternoon?" 

"Yes. I would love to." 

Her hands found the bulge of my jeans and she began to caress my rock hard cock. Withdrawing from our kiss, her pretty blue eyes stared into my eyes as she cupped my balls with one hand and played with the tip of my cock through my pants. "We both need to be loved. Promise me you won't hate me in the morning." 

"I promise." 

Fumbling with the button on my jeans, she released the first button. A rush of excitement and pure anticipation rushed across my body as she continued to unbutton every button on my jeans. When she fell to her knees, I could not recall my cock ever being this hard. She pulled my pants, boxers and all, to the ground. I quickly kicked pulled off my boots and slung away my pants and socks. 

As she grasped my cock I tensed up. "Relax, Chris, I am going to love you the way you should be loved." 

She began to knead my cock in her hands. Her index finger ran the length of my shaft. My cock rose to her with each move of her finger. With her other hand she held my balls while she looked up at my face and smiled at me. I was starting to increase my breathing as my excitement grew. 

Looking away from my face she lowered her mouth to my cock and started to lick just under my tip. All my senses were focused on her tongue. With each stroke my body purred with pleasure. My cock rose to her loving touch. 

"Do you like this", she asked. 

"Oh yes, Sandy." 

She teased me for a while as my hands found their way to her scalp. I moaned as I played with her hair and pulled her close to me. 

"You sure this is okay." 

"Absolutely, you are perfect." 

She took my whole cock into her mouth and began to make love to it. Her lips and gums tightened around it and her tongue continually licked the underside of my tip as my shaft went in and out. I was breathing faster and my heart was pounding. I felt my body begin to tense and my balls rise to the occasion. 

Just when I was nearing the point of no return, she pulled away. 

"Not so fast", she said. "Loving takes time." 

With a devilish grin, she unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. Her hands caressed my chest and she occasionally stroked me. She kissed my chest and looked up at me. 

"Chris, you are so sexy and kind." 

"So are you Sandy." 

"We seem to have a little problem though." 

"What is that?" 

"I still have my clothes on. Perhaps you could help with that." 

Standing, with my cock at full attention, I began to unbutton her blouse revealing her large breasts hidden behind her bra. Her back was to the fireplace, and all the lights in the living room were off. She was outrageously sexy to me. I had never even seen her cleavage in the conservative clothes she wore, let alone her full chest, and now my cock was going wild. She had perfect breasts which amply filled her bra. She looked as beautiful and innocent as the first November snow. 

"Sandy, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." 

As I admired her I started shaking again. "You are still nervous. I like that innocence about you and your sensitivity toward me." 

Taking my hands and placing them on her bra covered breasts, she said, "Don't be nervous. It is okay. I am giving myself as a gift to you because I care for you and you care for me." 

I cupped her breasts and kissed her cleavage while she took my head in her my hands and drew me to close to her. 

"I love you", she whispered. 

My hands reached into the recess of her back and drew her close as I began to vigorously kiss her chest and run my tongue across her bra. My fingers found the connection on the back of her bra and I uncoupled it letting her breasts fall free. 

Her breasts were large, soft and very sexy. She had quarter size nipples standing erect. I began to kiss them while my hands massaged both breasts. My tongue rolled over her nipples, moving between her boobs, as I compressed them between my gums. 

She was beginning to purr and pulled me yet closer. I spent the next ten minutes just letting her excitement build as I concentrated on both her breasts. I was entranced by the beauty of her and the smell her body was beginning to emit. 

My hands moved to her back and down her backbone to her hips. I found her ass through her skirt and squeezed it. It was firm, round, and curvy. It was the perfect ass complementing her very feminine figure. Pulling her close, I ran my hands up and down her ass so that her skirt gently slid against her panties. 

She was much more beautiful than my wife in both her physical appearance and in her sensitivity and kindness. It made me want her all the more. 

My finger fumbled with the hem of her skirt till I found her zipper. I eased it down as she began to moan. My left hand reached inside and groped her silk panties while she raised her left knee and pressed it against my cock. This brought a loud moan from me and I gave her a more aggressive, yet loving squeeze. When I reached the bottom of the hem with her zipper, I let her skirt fall to the ground. My other hand found her other ass cheek and I pulled her panty covered pussy to my cock. 

She was wearing tight black silk panties and I could see the hair of her muff leaving a fine indention in the front. She was the sexiest woman alive at that moment. Her body entwined with mine against the backdrop of her fireplace. 

We began to kiss as we each groped each others' asses and pulled our groins into each other. 

"I love the feel of you", I said. 

"You do, do you. I think you especially like the feel of my hips." 

At that moment she turned around and pressed her panty covered ass against my groin and began to tease my cock with a little dance. 

"How is that, Chris." 

"Awesome." 

My arms went around her sides and my hands cupped her breasts as we danced before her fire. We did this for a long time, her ass grinding my cock while I kissed the back of her neck and cupped her breasts. Occasionally her fingers would reach down and get a quick feel of my cock. 

Her couch was sitting near the front of her fireplace and she broke our embrace to lean over it. 

"Do you like this view?" 

"I love it." 

Getting on her knees, she spread her legs, and leaned on the couch. 

"Kiss my ass. It turns me on". 

She was still wearing her silk panties. Her brown pussy hair was thick and some escaped the sides of her panty line. Beckoning me to her hidden forest, she said, "I am all yours." 

That was all the invitation I needed. Falling on my knees, my fingers went to her thighs with my tongue following. My face nestling at the base of her ass as my fingers moved higher, hesitating when they reached her panty line. 

"I love you", I said, as I probed her soft flesh with my fingers. Her sighs of pleasure filled the room. My tongue ran the length of her thighs up to her ass and back. 

She stuck her ass out more for my inspection and her moans become more pronounced as her thighs parted. I placed my fingers on her inner thighs, and slowly slid them up testing her reaction as my tongue simultaneously created a slick path of saliva up her leg. Trying not to tickle her, my hands squeezed the inside of her thighs. 

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh Mmmmmmmmmmm", she moaned. 

Her flesh felt warm against my fingers and her breath seemed frozen in her chest as my fingers reached under her delicate panties. Running my fingers between her legs sent blood pounding to my cock as I gently began to bite her ass with my mouth. Moving my fingers from her inner most thighs to her V line, I caressed her slit through her panties. She was soaking wet. 

"I love you, Sandy." 

"I love you too, Chris." 

My fingers slid the portion of her panties covering her sex aside. My right hand fingers entered the wet recesses between her legs to the loud sounds of her moaning. My mouth could not get enough licking and biting at her ass. My fingers danced down her clit, squeezing, tweaking, and sliding in the slippery juices. I eased a finger in her with no trouble at all. 

Her ass rose and fell in expectation as my tongue searched for the wetness in the exposed area between her legs. It dived into her pussy lips from the rear while she leaned against the couch with her hands. 

I began to fuck her with my tongue as she moved back and forth in her own rhythm against my face. Sandy tasted wonderful. I stretched my tongue out as far as it would go while my thumb reached under her and found her clit. I began to rub it as my tongue fucked her in one rhythm. It was swollen and soaking wet. 

"Harder, Chris", she begged. "Go harder and faster." 

I moved as fast as I could. My tongue running all sides of her inner wall, my thumb and fingers massaging her clit, and my other hand rocking her to me and away. Her breathing quickened and a scream started. At first muffled, but then louder as it rose from her lungs. Feeling her tighten around my tongue, and her body going limp, I knew she was about to climax. I went faster and harder. I pressed in between her legs with my face and licked her clit as hard as I could with my tongue. Up and down and side to side. My fingers fucked her deeply. Her ass paused in motion for a moment, jerked wildly, and then stopped as she screamed with passion and came all over me. 

Not letting her pause to long, I was determined to bring her to greater climax. Her pleasure was my goal. "Sit on the couch Sandy. Wrap your legs around my back. I want to get closer to you." 

While she sat near the edge of the couch, I spread her legs with my hands while my face found its way between her legs. 

"These have to go", I said, as I removed her panties and then repositioned her legs around me. My face moved to her bush. It was beautiful and thick. She was protected under modest clothes day in and day out, yet here she was in all of her beauty for my eyes to see. Her clit and lips were swollen and soaking wet. 

I buried my face between her legs and started licking and nibbling on her clit. I moved my tongue up and down and her moaning intensified. I rubbed it hard with my tongue and then darted inside her. By now her hands were gripping my hair and pulling me closer. I started fucking her as hard and fast as I could with my tongue while my left thumb rubbed her clit. She was soaking wet by now. She filled the room with her screams. Taking both hands, I lifted her up by her ass a little and swayed her back and forth fucking her continually with my face. 

"Chris, please make love to me" she screamed between her moans of pleasure as she climaxed again. 

Moving her to the floor, I repositioned her before the dying fire. I spread her legs and eased my cock between them while searching for her entry. Her hands took my cock and guided it to her entrance. 

"I love you Chris, I have for a long time". 

"I love you too Sandy". 

I gently slid my cock in. She wrapped her legs around me and her arms around my neck. I just looked into the eyes of my beautiful angel as I began to slide in her until I completely filled her. I slowly came out almost completely just to return as deep as I could go. Starting slowly, I steadily increased the rhythm. 

The whole time we looked each other in the eyes like young lovers do. Grinning and kissing occasionally. We made love till I was almost out of breath. I changed my rhythm frequently because I did not want to cum yet. I wanted it to last forever. At times my hands held her breasts and my mouth moved from kissing her lips, to kissing her breasts, to sucking her nipples gently. My flesh buried deep within her felt so natural, so right. I wanted her to be mine forever. Not just for the moment. 

Her breasts swayed as we made love. She used her legs at times to pull me into her and out again. We took turns setting the rhythm. Each of us wanting the love making to continue. 

Sensing her back was bothering her against the throw rug, I rolled her over on top of me and let my back take the friction for a while. She mounted me and followed her own rhythm as I held onto her hips. She fucked me hard, grinding my cock deep in her with energy I never knew she had. 

My eyes ventured to her wet bush as I watched my juice covered cock go in and out of her. Her hips were gyrating on me. Her beauty was intoxicating me. My cock was slick as she impaled it and then set it almost completely free before making it disappear deep in her forest of hair. Continually she went after me. 

Every now and then she leaned over me so I could lick her breasts which fell in my face. Like a hungry beggar, I sucked on them as if they were the only nourishment. Her taste, her aroma, her beauty, and her touch were overcoming me with erotic sensation. 

She began to scream again as she moved toward another orgasm. I held onto her ass as I felt her pussy tighten around my cock. With her left hand reaching under my cock and massaging my balls, I could hold back no longer. All of my loneliness in my own marriage was about to exit my body as a wave of pleasure came over me. As her pussy tightened around my member, my cock expanded and my balls began to be overcome with intense pleasure. My prostrate started pumping and I began to fill her up with my love juice. One explosion after another, continually pumping, until I was dry. 

Sandy dismounted me and curled up next to me in front of the embers. As we cuddled each other she said, "Chris, I love you." 

"Sandy, I love you too." 

"Stay with me a while", she said. 

We held each other for another hour before I headed for the house.
