SINFUL PLEASURE

CHAPTER ONE

Evelyn Marie Williams wondered if there was a moment in every child’s life when they realized their father was a hypocrite.

While Bishop Donald Williams preached about the sanctity of marriage and the sins of the flesh, he had no qualms about indulging in them, violating his own marriage vows to his wife by desecrating another holy bond.

When Evelyn was twelve , she spied on her father and another woman, Adelaide Smith, a deacon’s wife, engaging in a sin of carnal delight. Her twelve year old body was not prepared for the sight of Mrs Adelaide Smith's naked slender body bent over her father’s desk in his office at Oaks Chapel, her straight black hair hiding her face as she gasped and moaned whiles Evelyn's equally naked father stood behind Mrs Adelaide Smith, f*****g her.

It was such a dirty word. One her mother would wash her mouth out if she even thought Evelyn knew it but there was no other word than f*****g to describe what her father was doing to Mrs Adelaide Smith.

She remembered how Adelaide's ass rippled every time her father slammed into her. It made an obscene, slapping sound, adding to her voice.

"Oh Yes, yes, yes, f**k me!". Mrs Adelaide Smith, the cheating wife had hissed out, her breasts pillowed across Evelyn's father’s mahogany desk, a gift from the church only a year ago then.

Watching her father sin with Adelaide awakened lusts inside her body. She began to have s****l desires since that day. Her heart would flutter for a cute boy at school, a sinful itch forming between her thighs which she had always resisted at the urging of her mother.

She had denied herself like she was taught, like her father had preached!.

However, anytime she thought of that day, watching him, his chest surprisingly muscular for a man in his thirties, awakened her to true s****l desires.

Bishop Donald Williams was a handsome man, with dark hair touched by wings of gray streaking back from the temples. He was strong, authoritative, stern. He made Evelyn squirm in his presence.

That day, she forgot all about working with the flower bed, which is why she had came to the church in the first place. She felt the heat. That warm itch blossoming through her.

Right then, behind the church, she shoved her hand down her pink jeans and into her white panties. She brushed through her silken pubic hair and found the lips of my v****a.

She massaged her p***y lips, shuddering and quivering, her long, braids flowing about her head. She shivered, frigging herself faster and faster, rubbing across her wet p***y lips. Her juices coated her fingers as she stared at her father f*****g a married woman.

He was a man of God. A holy man. A Bishop!.

She shuddered, biting her lip to keep from moaning like a wanton w***e just like Mrs Adelaide Smith. Her father and Mrs Adelaide Smith violated the church with their affair. It was so wrong. So perverted.

Yet she found herself stroking through her flesh faster, wishing she was bent over the table, wondering why her father had preached so many times against such sweet pleasure. Evelyn regretted foolishly believing her father’s sermons. He clearly didn’t.

She shuddered and then it happened as she rubbed herself watching her father. Her first orgasm. She gasped, her fingers clenching, her eyes locked on her father’s c**k sliding in and out of Mrs Adelaide's p***y.

It dripped with her juices. He grunted once, twice, and then buried his c**k deeper into her. Pleasure burned through Evelyn. It left her lightheaded. And then they were done. Her father pulled out of Mrs Adelaide and she moaned in delight, clearly satiated like Evelyn was.

Evelyn stepped back from the window, pulling up her jeans and buttoning them. She stared at the juices on her fingers then bolted.

Since that day, she couldn't go a day without touching herself. Anytime she had a chance she would sneak into her father's office to watch him f**k Mrs Adelaide Smith.

Now she was sixteen and what she had witnessed years ago had led her to her current position, kneeling on the floor of the deacon’s office, an hour before Sunday Service, the door locked, and Deacon Theodore Smith's trousers around his ankles, his boxers around his knees. His c**k thrust at her, hard and determined.

Seducing Deacon Theo, turned out to be quite easy for her once she had mastered the courage.

He and his wife, Adelaide, always showed up early to help setup the church along with the bishop's family. While the bishop was in his office getting ready for his sermon, and his wife was making sure all was in order, Evelyn headed to Deacon Theo's office to seduce him, a coquettish smile on my face.

Deacon Theo was a handsome man in his thirties, just a year younger than her dad, tall with the roguish good-looks of a silver fox. Evelyn slipped into his office where he was going over church documents, her hands behind her back as she swayed forward.

He looked up at her, a polite smile on my face as she locked the door behind her. She stood in her Sunday dress, a blue, sleeveless dress, belted at the waist, with a bell skirt falling down to her ankles. She had on black four inch heels and a cute black purse to match. Her smile turned seductive, hungry as she stopped before his small desk

"Evelyn dear". He said, using the polite tone adults used with young teenagers. "Do you need something?".

"I need guidance, Deacon Theo". She purred, her finger stroking the surface of his desk. She leaned on it, her fingernails painted with red lacquer. Her braids fell off her shoulders before her. "It’s... very personal". She told him.

"Is it something you need to talk to your mother or father about?". He inquired.

She shook her head from side-to-side. "No. I prefer talking to you. It's about something I saw a few years ago and it's been bothering me. Something very naughty and sinful and it has me feeling all ... flustered for years. I can't hold on any longer".

He swallowed. "I'm not sure I'm the person to talk to you about this. Maybe your mother?".

"Or your wife?". She asked, licking her lips.

His eyebrows furrowed. "And just what did you see?".

"A man and woman violating their marriage vows with each other. It was obscene. The woman was bent over the desk, almost like I am right now. She was naked, her butt wiggling while the man". She lowered her voice into a conspiratorial whisper before continuing. "f****d her from behind".

"Evelyn Marie Williams!. You are a child of God. You shouldn't be saying such things". He bellowed.

"I don’t know how else to describe it". She moaned, leaning farther over the desk and wiggling her hips at him. "Seeing that, it made me think ...and do things to myself but now I want to try it.

"Who did you see?". He asked, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"My father".

Deacon Theo lifted an eyebrow in disbelief even though he let out a secret sigh of relief . He had thought that Evelyn had seen his with the young chorister.

"The bishop was committing adultery?".

"Doesn't that make him just a hypocrite?". She asked, licking her lips.

"It ... does. Only if it's true. I doubt that your father would do such a thing". Deacon Theo swallowed after a moment. "Are you sure?". He asked, wiping away the beads of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

Evelyn nodded.

"And with a married woman?". His eyes widened. "Is she a member of the congregation?".

Evelyn nodded again.

"Who is it?. Tell me". He demanded.

"That really doesn’t matter". She chuckled.

She knew revealing it was his wife would only distract him from her purpose there.

"This is bad". He muttered.

"It is so sinful of him. So hypocritical. He is always preaching about s****l immorality. Always condemning those who fornicate". She licked her lips. Deacon Theo, I want to fornicate too".

His eyes widened. He glanced at the door again. "What-what.. are you.. saying Evelyn?".

"That I’m flustered. And ... I was hoping you could help me out. It's so wrong that my father gets to have his fun. I want to have fun too. Seeing him ... enlightened me". She reached over his desk, touching his dark-blue tie. "Won’t you help me out?. Would you rather I do it with those useless boys at school?. Or even a member of the congregation?".

"I'm married". He groaned.

"So?". She smirked. Her fingers sliding lower down his tie. It was silk and felt smooth.

"You're the bishop's daughter". He tried to reason with her.

"And?". She taunted.

"I'm married". He emphasized.

"Didn't stop my father. Or you. I know about you and Katelyn". Her hand reached the bottom of his tie.

She caressed his stomach through his white shirt before she moved lower to his dark-blue trousers. She craned her neck, glimpsing at his bulge. "You seem excited down there. Why are you pretending?".

His chair creaked as he shifted.

"You’re a child".

"I’m sixteen". She purred, her fingers moving down. Her p***y gave a sinful shiver as she stroked his bulge. "I would love to learn how to give a blowjob. Would you please teach me Deacon Theo?".

"Lord have mercy". He groaned. "What a sinful harlot you are".

The tone of his voice changed. His eyes hardened. He seized her hand and pulled it from his crotch. Evelyn gasped at how tight his grip was. He stood, his chair sliding back on its wheels, and marched around his small desk, pulling her arm with him. She knocked over his pen cup, spilling them across the floor but he didn't seem to mind.

"You really want to be a w***e Evelyn?". He demanded.

His words sent a shudder through her and she almost blurted out. "I want to be a w***e just like your wife". But she stopped herself.

She had a feeling that wouldn’t end well. No man liked to hear his woman cheated on him, even when he was about to have a sixteen-year-old suck on his c**k.