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Forbidden Fruit: A Second Helping

Some say I’m a monster; A well-adjusted, financially independent monster, but monster nonetheless.    
     
I view the world as a buffet spread with fleshly delights, but sometimes I eat too much. I felt a little hung over from the previous night’s spicy finger food, Breanna.      
     
As I was thinking about hitting the road, there was a ping on my phone.      
     
“Please come back” was all it said.      
     
I realized it was Katie, the preacher’s wife. I’d been so focused on getting that first fuck that I never thought about what she might think afterward.      
     
I texted back, “Is that what you really want?”      
     
“Yes Markus! I need your kind sensitivity. I want to know you more. I can’t bear the thought of not seeing you.”      
     
I read the text coldly, pitying the lady in her mid-30s. In spite of having four kids, she had a naivety that the monster inside of me would take advantage of. I also felt pleasure in the knowing my acting skills were so refined that she bought my character completely. There was really nothing to do but return for a second serving of her not-so-forbidden fruit.      
     
“Leaving was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I was afraid my presence might create conflict between you, your husband, and your church. I should be back in town by 2 this afternoon.” I reread my text before sending to be sure there was no hint of disingenuous tone.      
     
During the drive, my mind wandered. I was a man without religion, but learned what others value in her tribal myths. For Katie, words like sin, forgive, mercy, and salvation were important. They triggered my ear, as I sought their meaning, almost hoping there was something spiritual behind. I knew meanings change from one tribe to another. To gain someone’s trust in a tribe you have to know what she wants and her meanings.      
     
Two days before, when Katie said, “I’ve been a good wife and mother,” she meant this as a confession. To gain her trust, I heard her meaning and gave her permission to know she wasn’t a failure.      
     
She thinks I have a kind soul. I do not. I am a physical being with desires and only play the part of a kind soul to foster trust to satisfy my needs. I tell Katie the story she needs to hear to become more than she was and see new possibilities (usually sinful ones). When she rises to a new level, her beautiful fruits appear and I pick them.        
     
What was God to her? I was never sure with this tribe. It seemed she and her husband worshiped very different gods. His filled with hate, and hers filled with love and understanding. Her talks had taught me that.      
     
What was god and heaven to me? It was momentary pleasure at the expense of the prey if necessary. The cost? I was never sure. Monsters have appetites and like the thrill of the chase. To protect others and help me adjust to society, I try to keep the monster satisfied and under control.      
     
The drive went quickly and I arrived at the church before 2 pm. I sat outside wondering if I should find a hotel room or text Katie. Then I saw her at the door in a plain patterned dress. I walked across to her.      
     
“Thank you for coming. I sent the secretary home early so we have the place to ourselves.” She took my hand and led me to her office. I was puzzled and wondered if the preacher was around.      
     
My husband is at a demonstration and the kids are at home with his mother. We have time to talk.      
     
And, talk we did! She told me about the forced sex from her husband the night before. She cried while describing his harsh way of satisfying his needs. She knew then that she had to see me again.      
     
Following my script, I told her of the deep spiritual connection I felt with her. I told her how beautiful she was and how her kindness and generosity had changed my view of the world. I expressed concern for her children and how our relationship might change their lives. I didn’t want to create chaos for them.      
     
She thanked me and said they knew the marriage wasn’t good already. She felt that her 17-year old daughter was the grownup in the family and protected the younger ones from emotional fallout. Then, she expressed fear that her husband would be drawn to her daughter to meet his carnal needs. He was completely controlling and wouldn’t let her express any interest in boys her own age.      
     
I thanked Katie for her candor and told her I would remain in town for a while if she needed to talk or needed help in any way. What I didn’t say was, “We should fuck now,” but I didn’t need to.      
     
Katie leaned into me and we kissed. She whispered in my ear, “I am a sinner.” To her this was confession and it was important that I heard it that way. I interpreted her words to mean “God forgive me for what I’m about to do.” I whispered back into her ear, “We are all sinners following the inner urges given to us by our designer.” She breathed a deep sigh against my chest and then I felt her moving as her summer dress fell to the floor. Within a minute, we stood naked in front of her desk in her locked food pantry office.      
     
As we kissed, my half-erect cock danced against her little belly pooch. She embraced me with arms extended high around my neck. My hands groped over her back and down her curved sides before coming to her front and for the first time seeing her bare breasts. I bent down to kiss each of them. Her neck smelled of floral perfume and bath powder, gifts from her children I supposed.      
     
I wished she would give me head but feared repelling her. I knelt down before her and began kissing from the front of her legs across her pubic bone. I sensed that she liked this, so I kissed lower. She moved away and I thought I’d made a mistake until I realized she was leaning back against her desk with legs slightly spread.      
     
I stared at the shining hairs where I’d inserted myself two days before. I pressed my face into her bush so she wouldn’t read my mind flashing back to the night before with Breanna. Then I thought of her husband’s harsh treatment and how he must view this spot as personal property. Hope he’s happy with the trespasser, but at least I respected his wife’s right to refuse.      
     
I noticed Katie scooting back a little on the desk so she could raise her legs. I didn’t hesitate but moved forward and entered smoothly. Katie gave me a distant smile and again I noticed a tear in the corner of her eye. A woman’s emotions are a mystery to me, and her religious entanglements probably complicated her feelings.      
     
I wasn’t concerned with her emotions other than being sure they led to my needs being satisfied. I told my self, “gentle, and with passion,” as I began. She leaned back on her palms so that her whole front was in the light before me. As I pressed, her breasts swayed. I imagined sweet expressions of love in her face while nursing in the past.  Then, my eyes drifted to her face now, still smooth and innocent, but biting her lower lip with eyes closed.      
     
We continued and I watched her face for any hint of change. She was frozen for a minute before releasing her lip, now creased red. She leaned forward to wrap her arms around my neck again.  I felt her upper body pulling at my neck as she arched her lower body forward to accept fully my pressing.      
     
I whispered that the time was near. She let go of my neck and leaned back again. Her eyes looked down to see where we were joined. I almost sensed that she wished to be closer to our place of sinful union.      
     
There was still some “time on my clock” when I pulled out with her still staring downward. It shined with wetness in the dim office light. She knelt and put me in her mouth. Her lips closed around me and I felt her tongue dancing over my crown. I stared down in shock at what was protruding from her mouth. I thought of the songs she must have sung and words of testimony shared before her congregation from the same lips that now blessed me.  Within moments, cum rushed through me between her lips. She remained for the first jolts before pulling away and letting the rest spray her neck and breasts.      
     
She looked up at me with her teary brown eyes and smiled, a film of white on her bottom lip. She wiped across her lip with a fingertip and then stood to kiss me. I felt cum lubing her breasts against my stomach.      
     
“I love you,” she said.      
     
I lost my balance but said, “I love you,” in my best acting voice. My thoughts were “thank you for letting me use your lovely flesh to satisfy my lusts.” I did feel a certain sympathetic emotional attachment to Katie, but she was a physical being made of flesh and fluids, able to speak, respond, and reflect. We met each others mutually shared needs. I felt fully engaged in her physical being, but distant emotionally. I knew I could walk away and seek other prey at any moment.      
     
Some say I’m a monster.
Written by LostViking (Lost Viking)
Published | Edited 9th Feb 2021
Author's Note
Markus gets a second helping of the forbidden fruit. This ties in with Finger Food https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/410019-finger-food-from-lifes-buffet/ and The Preacher's Wife https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/409964-forbidden-fruit-the-preachers-wife/
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