David Fraser seduces the Reverends Wife, Helen

Helen Braddock thinks she is seducing an innocent teenage boy but it’s part of his fathers plan

"Come in, David," I called out, not bothering to hide the hint of amusement in my voice. The door swung open and in stumbled the young boy, his eyes wide and curious. It was the same look that had been etched on his face since he was a child, except now, there was something more to it—a hunger, a craving that I knew all too well. I had seen that look in the mirror every time I thought of him.

David looked at me with an innocence that was almost too much to bear. The way his blue eyes sparkled under the soft light of the hallway made me feel like a wolf eyeing a lost lamb. The tightness of his white t-shirt and the way his jeans hugged his body told me he had filled out since the last time I saw him. His silver blond hair fell in waves over his forehead, giving him an air of angelic mischief. I couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

"You're looking... different today," I said, my voice a low purr that seemed to resonate through the quiet house. I was dressed in a simple blue sundress that was almost see-through, revealing my lacy lingerie beneath. I had spent hours in front of the mirror, making sure every detail was perfect—my makeup flawless, my hair falling in soft waves around my shoulders, and my body oiled just enough to make my skin glisten. I had never felt more exposed and yet, more powerful.

David's eyes wandered over me, taking in my new look. He looked a bit nervous, his cheeks flushing a soft pink. "Is everything okay?" he finally asked, his voice cracking slightly.

"Oh, I'm just... feeling a little self-conscious," I admitted, smoothing down the fabric of my sundress. It had been a long time since I had dressed up like this, especially for someone so young. I felt a twinge of doubt, wondering if I was still desirable in the way that young men craved.

"You're beautiful, Mrs. Braddock," David said, his voice earnest and surprisingly deep for his age. He held out the gift box of chocolates, a peace offering in his trembling hand. "I brought these for you. They're special, from the chocolatier downtown.”

I took the box, feeling a thrill of excitement run through me. The weight of it in my hands was a promise of sweet indulgence, a secret shared between us. "Why, thank you, David," I murmured, my eyes never leaving his. "Won't you come in and join me?"

He stepped over the threshold, the scent of the chocolates mingling with the faint aroma of his nervousness. It was intoxicating. I led him into the living room, where the curtains were drawn to let in just the right amount of light. The plush velvet couch looked particularly inviting, and I gestured for him to sit beside me.

We each took a piece of chocolate, the rich aroma filling the space between us. I watched as he popped it into his mouth, his eyes closing in pleasure. I followed suit, the sweetness exploding on my tongue and spreading warmth through my body. The effect was instant—a tingling in my nether regions, as if the chocolate had a mind of its own and was seeking out my most sensitive spots.

I felt a dampness start to form between my thighs as if an aphrodisiac was taking hold. My breathing grew heavier, and I noticed that David's eyes had wandered down to my chest. The fabric of my dress clung to me, revealing the swell of my breasts. His gaze was hungry, and it made me feel alive in a way that I hadn't in years.

As the warmth grew, so did the pressure in my core. I shifted slightly on the couch, trying to ease the ache that was building. My hand found its way to his neck, gently stroking the skin, my thumb grazing the pulse point that was now racing. David's eyes grew even wider as he noticed my discomfort, his own arousal growing more apparent as his chest heaved with every breath.

I leaned in, my breath hot on his cheek. "These chocolates are something else, aren't they?" I whispered, my voice thick with desire. His eyes dropped to my cleavage, and I knew the moment was ripe for the taking. "Would you like to see something... special?"

With trembling hands, I began to unbutton my dress. The fabric parted, revealing my bare breasts. They were fuller than the last time he had seen them, the nipples hard and sensitive from the chocolate's potent effects. I watched as David's eyes grew wide with lust, his hand unconsciously moving to adjust the bulge in his jeans. The sight of his arousal sent a thrill through me, confirming that the chocolates were working their magic.

As my dress fell away, I could see the outline of his erection pressing against the fabric. It was clear that he was more than just a curious boy; he was a young man with desires that matched my own. The warmth between my legs had turned into a fiery ache, my pussy begging to be touched. I reached over and took his hand, guiding it to my thigh, feeling his pulse quicken at the contact.

Gently, I encouraged him to explore further. His hand trembled as he slid it up my leg, his fingertips brushing against the damp fabric of my panties. The heat from his palm seemed to intensify the throbbing in my core, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. His eyes met mine, full of uncertainty and need.

"It's okay," I murmured, leaning in to kiss his sweet, soft lips. The taste of the chocolate lingered between us, a delicious promise of what was to come. His hand grew bolder, pushing aside the fabric to touch my bare skin. The electricity of his fingertips against my wetness made me gasp into his mouth, and I felt him grow even harder against my hand.

The room spun around us as we kissed, our tongues dancing together in a passionate embrace. His hand moved up and down my slit, the tips of his fingers brushing my clit with a feather-light touch that sent shockwaves through my body. I reached over and undid his jeans, pulling them down just enough to free his cock. It was even larger than I had imagined, standing proud and thick, the tip glistening with precum.

With a growl of need, I pulled him closer, pushing him back onto the couch. Straddling him, I slid my panties to the side and lowered myself onto his shaft. The feeling of him filling me was like nothing I had ever experienced—a perfect fit, as if he had been made for this moment, made for me.

David's eyes rolled back in his head as I began to move, my hips rocking in a slow, steady rhythm. His hands found my ass, pulling me closer, urging me faster. Our bodies melded together, the friction of his cock against my walls sending sparks through me. The warmth from the chocolates had turned into an inferno, consuming every inch of me.

Our movements grew more frantic, our breathing ragged. The tension built until it was unbearable, and then, with a final, desperate thrust, we both climaxed. My body convulsed around him, waves of pleasure washing over me like a warm tide. David's eyes locked onto mine, his orgasm mirroring my own in intensity.

As we lay there, panting and spent, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction. This was what I had been missing—this raw, unbridled passion. And now, I had it in the arms of a boy who had become a man before my very eyes. The scent of chocolate and sex lingered in the air, a sweet reminder of our shared secret.

David's hand found its way to my cheek, gently stroking it as he regained his composure. His touch was surprisingly tender, and for a brief moment, I allowed myself to believe that this was more than just a fleeting encounter. But I knew better than to get my hopes up. This was a dangerous game we were playing, and one wrong move could shatter the lives we had so carefully constructed.

Still, the thrill of the forbidden was too great to ignore. I slid off him, my legs trembling slightly. "Ready for more?" I asked, my voice husky with desire. David nodded, his eyes never leaving mine as he stood and removed his shirt. His chest was lean and muscular, a testament to his growth spurt.

With a wicked smile, I laid back on the couch, my legs spread wide. "Come here," I beckoned, licking my lips. "Let's taste each other." He approached, his cock still standing tall, and I could see the excitement in his eyes as he took in my naked form.

Our bodies aligned, David's mouth descended to my pussy as I took his cock in mine. The sensation of his tongue swirling around my clit was exquisite, and I moaned around his shaft. His taste was intoxicating—a mix of salt and sweetness that only added to the allure. I felt him tense as I swirled my tongue around the head, savoring the taste of his precum.

The 69 position was new to both of us, a taboo dance that we performed with eager awkwardness. Our breath mingled as we explored each other's bodies, the sound of wetness and sucking filling the air. David's tongue grew bolder, delving into my depths and lapping at my juices like a starved man at a feast. I could feel myself building again, the aphrodisiac chocolate still working its magic.

My eyes rolled back in my head as he hit the perfect spot, his tongue flicking against my G-spot with a precision that surprised and thrilled me. My own ministrations grew sloppier as the pleasure overwhelmed me, but David didn't seem to mind. He bucked his hips, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth, his moans vibrating against my clit.

The pressure grew until I couldn't hold back any longer. My body arched off the couch, my pussy clamping down around his tongue as I screamed my release. David's orgasm followed swiftly, his hips jerking as he spilled into my mouth. The taste was unexpectedly delicious, a culmination of our shared passion.

We lay there, tangled in each other's arms, panting and sweaty. Whatever had been in the chocolate had done its work, leaving us both sated and yearning for more. But as the afterglow faded, reality began to seep in. This was a path fraught with danger, one that could lead to heartache and scandal. But in that moment, with David's warmth against me, all I could think was that I wanted more of this illicit thrill.

Suddenly, David's hand trailed down my body, his fingertips brushing against the curve of my ass. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with a newfound hunger. "Mrs. Braddock," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Can I...?"

I knew what he was asking, and a shiver of excitement ran down my spine. This was a line we hadn't crossed before, but something about the way he looked at me, the way his eyes devoured my body, made me want to let him. I nodded, my heart racing as I felt his breath against my skin.

He began to kiss a trail down my stomach, his lips leaving a delicate pattern of fire wherever they touched. As he reached my waistband, I lifted my hips, allowing him to pull my panties down, exposing my most private part to his eager gaze. He paused for a moment, his eyes widening slightly before a smirk played at the corner of his mouth.

Without a word, David started to lick my arse. His tongue was warm and wet, moving in slow, deliberate circles around the sensitive flesh. I gasped, my hands gripping the couch cushions tightly. It was a sensation that I had never experienced before, one that was both shocking and incredibly erotic. His touch was tentative at first, as if he wasn't quite sure of what he was doing, but the more he explored, the more confident he grew.

He pushed my legs apart, giving him better access as he licked and kissed my inner thighs. His tongue grew bolder, tracing the line between my pussy and ass before finally delving in. I moaned, my body trembling with every stroke. The sensation was unlike anything I had felt before—intimate and taboo, a secret pleasure that no one would ever suspect a woman of my standing to indulge in.

As he licked and sucked, I felt the beginnings of another orgasm building within me. The aphrodisiac chocolate was still coursing through my veins, heightening every sensation to a fever pitch. "Oh, David," I moaned, my voice barely above a whisper. "That feels so good."

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire. "Do you like it?" he asked, his voice husky.

"I... I do," I admitted, feeling a blush creep up my neck. "It's just... I've never..."

He grinned wickedly, his teeth flashing in the dim light. "Then let me show you how good it can be," he murmured before diving back in.

The feeling of his tongue probing my asshole was intense, sending waves of pleasure through me that I had never known existed. It was as if he had unlocked a secret chamber in my soul, one filled with dark desires and insatiable cravings. I threw my head back, lost in the moment as he explored me with a hunger that seemed insatiable.

But even as the pleasure mounted, so did the fear. What if someone found out? What would happen to us? To our families? I pushed the thoughts aside, focusing instead on the feeling of his tongue delving deeper, the pressure building until I could take it no longer.

With a final, guttural moan, I came, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. David didn't stop, his tongue lapping at me as if he were trying to drink in the very essence of my pleasure. It was only when the last tremors had faded that he pulled away, a look of pure satisfaction on his face.

We lay there for a moment, both of us breathless and trembling. The air was thick with the scent of sex and chocolate, a heady mix that seemed to cling to my skin. David leaned in and kissed me, his taste mingling with my own juices. It was a kiss filled with promise, a silent vow that this was only the beginning of our secret affair.

He sat up, his cock still standing proud, and I could see the glint of mischief in his eyes as he reached for the box of chocolates. He plucked one out and held it to my lips. "Open," he whispered, and I did, allowing him to feed me the sweet treat. The taste of him still lingered on my tongue, a delicious reminder of what had just transpired.

As the chocolate melted in my mouth, I felt the warmth spread through me again, this time focusing on my backside. My asshole was still pulsing from his attentions, and I could feel my body preparing for what was to come. Without a word, David positioned himself between my legs, his cock slick with my juices and his own excitement.

He reached into the gift box and pulled out a small bottle of oil, the amber liquid glinting in the low light. With a knowing smile, he poured a generous amount onto his cock, watching as it coated his length in a glistening sheen. I couldn't help but lick my lips at the sight, my desire for him growing with every passing second.

Slowly, oh so slowly, David pushed the tip of his cock against my lubricated asshole. I felt a brief sting of pain as he entered me, but it was quickly replaced by an all-encompassing sense of fullness. His eyes never left mine as he pushed in deeper, inch by delicious inch. Something chocolates had made me so receptive, so eager for his touch, that I couldn't help but moan in pleasure and i just loved it.

Our movements grew more urgent, our breaths mingling as we shared in the decadent taste of our shared passion. David's cock, now glistening with oil, hovered at the entrance to my tight, unexplored channel. I could feel the anticipation building, my body quivering with excitement and trepidation.

He pushed gently, the head of his shaft breaching my sphincter with a feeling of both pressure and pleasure. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced—strange, yet exhilarating. His eyes bore into mine, searching for any sign of distress, but all he found was an eager willingness to explore this new realm of desire.

Slowly, with agonizing precision, David inched his way into me. The tightness of my ass clamped down on his thick shaft, sending bolts of pleasure and pain through my body. I gripped the armrests of the couch, my knuckles white with the effort of staying still and letting him set the pace. His eyes never left mine, and the intensity of his gaze only served to heighten the eroticism of the moment.

Once fully seated within me, David paused, his chest heaving with exertion. His eyes searched my face, looking for any sign of discomfort, but all he found was a deep, unbridled lust. With a gentle nod, I urged him to continue, and he began to move with a slow, steady rhythm that had me seeing stars.

Each stroke was a symphony of sensation—his cock sliding in and out of my ass as the feeling had my body begging for more. The pain had transformed into something else, a deep, primal pleasure that I hadn't known existed. My eyes fluttered closed, my breath hitching with every movement. His hands gripped my hips tightly, guiding me as we found a rhythm that seemed to resonate through the very fabric of the room.

The warmth from within was now a raging fire, consuming me from the inside out. I felt that something powerful effects molded my body molded to his, accepting his every thrust with an eagerness that surprised even me. My pussy was wet and throbbing, my clit swollen with need, and every stroke against my prostate sent waves of pleasure crashing through my body.

Our bodies moved in a silent symphony, our breaths the only music in the room. His cock slid in and out of my ass with a smoothness that defied logic, each movement a testament to our shared desire. The aphrodisiac chocolates had transformed us into animals, our inhibitions stripped away and our lust laid bare for all to see.

As the minutes ticked by, our movements grew more frantic. The pain had morphed into a deep, all-consuming pleasure that had me writhing beneath him, my moans echoing through the empty house. I could feel his cock swelling, the head brushing against my insides in a way that had me teetering on the edge of sanity. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth, we climaxed together.

My asshole clamped down around him, milking his cock as he filled me with his hot, sticky seed. The feeling was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and pain that had me seeing stars. David's eyes rolled back in his head, and he collapsed onto me, his body shaking with the aftershocks of our shared release. We lay there for what felt like an eternity, our hearts beating as one, our bodies joined in a way that was both beautiful and terrifying.

But even as the pleasure ebbed, I knew this was only the beginning. The sensations of this day had opened a door that could never be closed again, and i had stepped through willingly. The line between right and wrong had been blurred, and i had crossed it without a second thought. The world outside had ceased to exist to me a new world of pleasure had opened up.

I pulled away from him, my legs shaky as I stood. The room was a whirlwind of emotions—desire, fear, exhilaration, and guilt. David watched me with a mix of awe and uncertainty, his cock still semi-erect, glistening with the evidence of our tryst.

"Mrs. Braddock," he began, his voice hoarse from our shared cries of passion. "What we did... it can't..."

I placed a finger to his lips, silencing him. "It's alright, David," I murmured, my voice soothing despite the tumult in my heart. "We'll figure it out."

He nodded, his eyes filled with a mix of hope and fear. I knew he was worried about the consequences of our actions, the whispers that would spread through the town, the looks of judgment from our neighbors. But in that moment, all I could focus on was the feeling of his seed leaking out of my ass, trickling down my thighs, a sticky reminder of our illicit union.

We cleaned up hastily, our movements a silent dance of shared understanding. We both knew we couldn't let anyone know about this, not yet. The chocolate box remained on the coffee table, a silent witness to our transgression, and I couldn't help but smile at the thought of the secret it held.

As David dressed, I couldn't help but admire his young body, the muscles that rippled beneath his skin, the innocence in his eyes that had been forever tainted by our encounter. He was no longer just wealthy fathers wayward son; he was now the keeper of my darkest desires.

When he was fully dressed, I stepped up to him, leant forward and kissed him deeply and passionately, feeling his wonderful cock for one last time before he left.

I stood there for a moment, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of our encounter. Then, with a sigh, I turned and headed upstairs to my bedroom. The room felt cold and empty without David's warmth beside me, but I knew we had to keep this a secret for now. The last thing I needed was for my husband to find out, or worse, for the congregation to get wind of our tryst. The scandal would ruin us both.

I wondered should I offer those chocolates to the church ladies bible study group tomorrow.

As he stepped out the door David pulled his phone from a pocket, hit one number and said to his father “Done”