Tania huddled against me in the back of the rather chilly sanctuary of St. Mark’s United Church as the minister droned through a Bible reading. Resting her head on my shoulder, my girlfriend lightly stroked my thigh with her fingers. As the reading ended, the congregation stood for a hymn and, a bit reluctantly, we joined them. Candles and dim lights were the only illumination as the congregation celebrated Christmas Eve.

My girlfriend and I weren’t usually churchgoing types. Tania followed a rather personal and quirky blend of paganism and Buddhism. I was an atheist with only vaguely spiritual inclinations. However, on this evening, we were in church because of my family.

Mom insisted that all family members go to Christmas Eve service at the old family church, even us heathens. She also made Tania and I sleep in separate rooms when we came down for the holidays, even though we were both twenty-five and had been living together for two years. It was her rather unsubtle way of pressuring us into getting married, I guess.

We sat down at the end of the hymn and Tania cuddled up beside me again as the Sunday School’s Christmas play got under way. Her hand crept between my thighs and gave my cock a gentle squeeze. In the semi-darkness, I doubted that anyone noticed. My dick responded by starting to wake up.

“I am so fucking horny, Dean,” she hissed in my ear, “We have got to do it tonight. Seriously.”

Tania and I had managed to get a small back pew to ourselves rather than sitting in the family pew by pleading that Tania was feeling a bit unwell. The real issue was my girlfriend’s approaching period. And, as always, Tania’s sex drive was surging as her period loomed. The best relief for her PMS was lots of good, hard fucking.

My beloved was normally fairly reserved sexually, though far from chaste. However, there were times, such as before her period, when Tania could turn sexually ravenous. At home, or if we were on vacation together, it was no problem. We just spent a day or so having sex repeatedly until Tania’s needs were more or less met. That occasionally meant stretching my staying power to the limit, but I wasn’t complaining. Staying with my family for the holiday, though, was making it difficult to get in even one bout of nookie.

“Look ill,” I whispered as a plan came to mind, “And follow my lead.”

Tania flashed me a sly grin, then slumped back and closed her eyes.

“I feel a bit faint, baby,” she said.

“Let’s go out,” I said a bit louder, hoping someone nearby would overhear to give us an alibi, “You look like you need some air.”

“Okay,” she said weakly, acting her part perfectly.

Once out of the sanctuary, I led Tania down the back stairs. At the bottom was the church parlour, a cozy little room with a couple couches and some chairs. It was where the youth group had met back when I was still living at home and attending the church. Assuming it was empty, it would serve as a good spot for a quickie.

Reaching the parlour, I eased the door shut and flicked a small table lamp on. There were other lights, but I figured this one would be less likely to be noticed. Then I saw a Christmas tree in the corner. Smiling, I put its lights on, then turned the lamp off. The coloured illumination wasn’t very bright but would be enough for what we were up to and was more atmospheric than a simple lamp.

Tania smiled sweetly at me and slipped off her coat. I looked her over, wondering at how beautiful she looked in the tree lights. Then I swept Tania into my arms and kissed her hard on the mouth. I covered her face and neck with kisses, then gently bit the soft flesh at the base of her neck.

“Ow,” she giggled, but didn’t resist.

Grabbing the hem of Tania’s turtleneck, I pulled it up. She had already undone her bra clasp, so I pulled the cups up to bare her ample breasts. My girlfriend was a large woman in many respects and her E-cup tits weren’t exactly perky; more like big, soft pillows. That softness made them one of my favorite parts of her body. Taking her tits in my hands, I relished the feel of that soft flesh in my fingers.

As I roughly kneaded my girlfriend’s boobs, my thumbs pressed on her big erect nips and rubbed them.

“God, I need this so bad,” she said softly, starting to undo my pants, “I’m kind of scared, though. What if we get caught?”

“It should be safe,” I responded, “My first girlfriend and I once made out in here during a church event back when I was seventeen. We got away with it. Barely.”

My girlfriend laughed.

“So you’ve been naughty in church before, have you?”

“Indeed, I have. And to top it off, she was the minister’s daughter,” I answered with a wink and a chuckle.

By now, Tania had my pants unzipped and unfastened. I pushed them down and sat on a chair. My girlfriend knelt before me and quickly got my half-erect cock into her mouth. Her lips closed tight around it and she sucked on it while using her fingers to play with my balls. As my dick swelled to its full seven inches, the head was pushed back into her throat. Even in the dim, multi-coloured light from the tree, the sight and sensation of Tania vigorously deep-throating my dick was hot.

“Fuck, baby, that’s good. I’m ready, I think,” I gasped after a few minutes of fellatio.

Tania released my cock and stood up.

“Over there,” I said, nodding to the table in the corner, “Lean on that.”

Grinning, Tania did as I asked. Bending over the little table with her thick thighs apart, my girlfriend thrust out her ample behind. I walked up behind her and unzipped her long skirt. As it dropped to the floor, I feasted my eyes on the big, fleshy cheeks of Tania’s ass. Her pale skin reflected the tree lights, making her butt look strangely colourful.

I quickly pulled aside the thong that Tania had on under her skirt, exposing the juicy lips of her aroused pussy. I stroked them with a finger, probing my girlfriend to find that she was already nice and wet.

“Here we go, baby,” I said quietly as I put my cock head between her soft lower lips.

“Do it,” Tania responded, eagerness and desperation mixing in her voice.

With a single firm thrust, I took her pussy. My cock slid in easily and the soft channel of Tania’s vagina held my thick rod snugly. Holding her ass in my hands, I began fucking her with rapid, steady thrusts.

“Oh yeah, Dean, I’m feeling better already,” she said breathlessly, moving her hips in time with my thrusting.

Reaching beneath Tania’s body, I found her engorged clit and began massaging it with a finger.

“Like that, baby,” she gasped, “I need it like that.”

I was thrusting faster and driving my cock in as deep as I could. Tania let out soft groans in time with my repeated penetrations of her wet core. My balls felt ready to explode.

“Here we go,” I managed to get out before the orgasm hit, an blinding burst of pleasure that made me cry out.

I had nearly finished filling Tania with my seed when she climaxed, crying out a little louder than was probably safe. Her vagina fluttered around my cock and her juices ran out around it. As she calmed, I slowed my thrusts, then finally slipped free. My girlfriend straightened and stretched.

“How’s that?” I asked after catching my breath.

Tania turned to face me and leaned back to sit against the edge of the table. My girlfriend had a satisfied smile on her face.

“A very, very good start,” she said between breaths, “But I will need more.”

“I think I already know how we can sneak in something after we get home,” I said as I zipped up.

“Excellent!” she said, “Sneaking around like this is hot, isn’t it?”

“It is, actually,” I affirmed. I helped Tania rearrange her clothes.

Then we embraced and kissed for a few minutes; a kind of upright post-coital cuddle.

“Merry Christmas, love,” I whispered, smiling as I gazed into her bright brown eyes.

“Merry Christmas. I love you so much, Dean,” Tania said, a tear running down her cheek.

“Let’s go. The service is probably almost over anyhow,” I suggested after a final kiss.

When we slipped back into our pew, the service was winding down. After a long closing prayer, the final hymn was “Joy to the World”. Even Tania and I joined in merrily, belting it out as loud as we could as I put an arm around Tania’s waist and gave her a loving squeeze.