Forbidden Rites of Love

a gorgeous female priest whose 39, falls in love with a beautiful virgin nun named Lenora whose 19 years old

Under the vaulted ceiling of the ancient church, Sister Lenora knelt in the dim confessional, her breath hitching as she heard the curtain rustle behind her. Sister Amelia slipped inside, her presence filling the small space. "Confess your sins, child," she murmured, her voice a low purr. Lenora's heart raced as she felt Sister Amelia's breath on her neck. "I-I don't know what to say," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. Sister Amelia chuckled, her hand reaching out to grasp Lenora's chin, tilting her head back. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Lenora's ear. "Let's start with this," she whispered, her hand moving down to trace the line of Lenora's throat. Her fingers were warm, her touch sending shivers down Lenora's spine. Sister Amelia's hand continued to explore, tracing the curve of Lenora's breast through her habit. She squeezed gently, a soft moan escaping Lenora's lips. Sister Amelia smiled, her eyes gleaming with desire. "You like that, don't you?" she whispered, her hand slipping lower, hiking up Lenora's habit to expose her thighs. Lenora's breath hitched as she felt Sister Amelia's fingers trace the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, inching closer to her center. She gripped the edges of the wooden kneeler, her knuckles turning white. Sister Amelia's fingers found their target, Lenora's warm, slick folds. She rubbed gently, eliciting a soft gasp from Lenora. "So wet," Sister Amelia murmured, her fingers circling Lenora's clit before slipping inside her. Lenora's body shuddered, her hips bucking against Sister Amelia's hand. Sister Amelia added a second finger, pumping in and out of Lenora's tight channel. She leaned in, her lips capturing Lenora's in a fierce, passionate kiss. Lenora moaned, her body pressing against Sister Amelia's as she deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring Lenora's mouth. Sister Amelia's free hand gripped Lenora's neck, choking her gently as she continued to finger her. Lenora's eyes fluttered closed, her body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tense and ready to shatter. Sister Amelia pulled her fingers out of Lenora, making her whimper. She smiled, her eyes gleaming with lust. "Not yet, my sweet," she whispered, her body sliding down until her head was between Lenora's thighs. She looked up at Lenora, her eyes never leaving hers as she leaned in and took a long, slow lick of her pussy. Lenora's body convulsed, her hands gripping Sister Amelia's hair as she moaned. Sister Amelia chuckled, her tongue delving deeper, exploring every inch of Lenora's sex. She sucked and licked, her fingers digging into Lenora's thighs as she held her in place. Lenora's body bucked, her orgasm tearing through her as Sister Amelia's tongue and lips brought her to the edge of ecstasy. Sister Amelia looked up, her chin glistening with Lenora's juices. "I want to breed you, Lenora," she said, her voice husky with desire. "I want to fill you with my seed, make you mine." Lenora's eyes widened, her body still trembling from her orgasm. She nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes, Sister Amelia. I want that."

Lenora, her body still throbbing from her orgasm, felt a surge of boldness. She pushed Sister Amelia back, her eyes locked onto the priest's. She could see the hunger in Amelia's gaze, the raw need, and it fueled her own desire. Lenora tugged at Amelia's habit, pulling it up to expose her thighs, then her hips, revealing the dampness of her underwear. She hooked her fingers into the waistband and slid them down, Amelia lifting her hips to help. Amelia's pussy was bare, glistening, and Lenora leaned in, inhaling her scent. She could feel Amelia's breath hitch as she leaned in and flicked her tongue out, tasting her. Amelia's hands immediately went to Lenora's head, gripping her hair tightly. Lenora smiled against her, her tongue exploring Amelia's folds, tracing her clit. She sucked gently, eliciting a gasp from Amelia. Lenora's hands roamed up Amelia's body, her fingers finding and squeezing her nipples through her habit. She twisted and pinched, her mouth never leaving Amelia's pussy. Amelia bucked against her, her grip on Lenora's hair tightening, a low moan escaping her lips. Lenora could feel Amelia's body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She increased the pressure on Amelia's nipples, her tongue swirling around her clit. "Lenora," Amelia gasped, her body convulsing as her orgasm tore through her. Lenora held her in place, her mouth and hands relentless, drawing out every wave of her priestess' pleasure. Amelia's grip on her hair eased, her body going limp as she rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm. Lenora looked up, her chin wet with Amelia's juices, a satisfied smirk on her lips. Amelia's eyes were closed, her chest heaving, a soft smile playing on her lips. But that wasn't enough. Lenora had more plans.

Lenora's smirk deepened as she sat up, her eyes never leaving Amelia's face. Amelia's chest rose and fell rapidly, her body still trembling from her intense climax. Lenora spat on her fingers, then reached down, her hand sliding between Amelia's thighs. She rubbed her spit into Amelia's pussy, her fingers teasing her entrance before sliding in deep. Amelia moaned, her eyes fluttering open to meet Lenora's gaze. Lenora's fingers began to move, pumping in and out of Amelia's tight channel. She curled them, searching for that spot that would drive Amelia wild. Amelia's hips bucked, meeting each thrust, her breath coming in desperate gasps. Lenora leaned down, her lips capturing one of Amelia's nipples through her habit. She sucked hard, her teeth grazing the sensitive bud. Amelia cried out, her hands gripping Lenora's shoulders, her nails digging into her flesh. Lenora could feel Amelia's body tensing, her inner walls clenching around her fingers. She increased her pace, her thumb finding Amelia's clit. She rubbed it in tight circles, her fingers fucking Amelia relentlessly. Amelia's body convulsed, her head thrown back, a loud, raw cry echoing through the confessional. Lenora felt Amelia's pussy clench around her fingers, her juices coating her hand as another orgasm ripped through her. Lenora slowed her pace, her fingers gently stroking Amelia's inner walls, drawing out the last waves of her pleasure. She looked up, her eyes meeting Amelia's glazed ones. "You're going to breed me now, Sister Amelia," Lenora said, her voice steady and sure. "You're going to fill me with your seed, make me yours."

Amelia's eyes widened, her breath hitching at Lenora's words. She couldn't help but reach for her. Her hands moved to Lenora's neck, gripping it tightly as she pulled her up for a bruising kiss. Their juices and saliva mixed. Amelia could taste herself on Lenora's lips, and it sent a fresh wave of heat through her. Lenora moaned into the kiss, her fingers never stopping their slow, torturous stroking inside Amelia. Amelia broke the kiss, her eyes wild. "Yes," she panted. "I'll breed you, Lenora. I'll fill you up and make you mine." She sat up, pushing Lenora back onto the cool wooden floor of the confessional. Her hands were rough, desperate, as she tugged at Lenora's clothes, needing to feel her skin. Lenora helped her, shedding her garments quickly, her body on full display. Amelia's eyes roamed over Lenora's body, her breath coming in sharp gasps. She reached out, her fingers tracing the curve of Lenora's hip, then moved lower, her thumb brushing against Lenora's clit. Lenora gasped, her body arching into the touch. Amelia smiled, a dark, hungry smile. She leaned down, her lips capturing Lenora's nipple, sucking hard as her fingers began to work Lenora's pussy. She could feel her own arousal building again, her body responding to Lenora's moans and gasps. Amelia’s hand slid up to Lenora’s throat. Her grip wasn’t gentle. She squeezed, cutting off Lenora’s air slightly, making her gasp and wriggle. Amelia's mouth moved lower, her tongue tracing a path down Lenora's stomach. She could taste the saltiness of her skin, the sweetness of her arousal. Lenora's hands went to Amelia's hair, gripping it tightly as Amelia's tongue finally reached her pussy. Amelia groaned, her tongue delving into Lenora's folds, tasting her deeply. She could feel Lenora's body tensing, her breath coming in short, desperate pants. Amelia looked up, her eyes meeting Lenora's. She held her gaze, her tongue never stopping its relentless assault on Lenora's pussy. She could feel Lenora's body tensing, her inner walls clenching as her orgasm built. Amelia knew Lenora was close.

Lenora's body convulsed, her breath hitching as Amelia's tongue flicked relentlessly over her clit. She knew what Amelia was doing, building her up, pushing her to the edge. Lenora's hands gripped Amelia's hair tighter, her hips bucking against Amelia's mouth. She was so close, her body screaming for release. Amelia could feel it, sense it. She increased the pressure, her tongue moving faster, her fingers digging into Lenora's thighs. She wanted to see Lenora fall apart, wanted to taste her orgasm. Lenora's body tensed, her back arching off the floor as a loud, guttural moan tore from her throat. Amelia groaned into her, her tongue lapping up Lenora's juices as waves of pleasure ripped through her. Lenora's body went limp, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Amelia crawled up her body, her lips capturing Lenora's in a fierce kiss. Lenora could taste herself on Amelia's lips, and it sent a fresh wave of heat through her. She wrapped her legs around Amelia's waist, pulling her closer. Amelia broke the kiss, her eyes locked onto Lenora's. "Say it," she demanded, her voice rough. "Say what you want." Lenora's eyes flashed with defiance for a moment before softening. "Mommy," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "Fuck me, Mommy. Make me yours." Drool dripped from Lenora's chin as Amelia’s hands slid down to Lenora's thighs, pushing them apart roughly. She didn't waste time. She lined herself up, her cock hard and throbbing, and thrust into Lenora with a single, brutal stroke. Lenora cried out, her back arching as Amelia filled her completely. Amelia didn't pause, didn't give Lenora a moment to adjust. She pulled back and thrust again, harder this time, her hips slapping against Lenora's ass. Lenora's arms flailed for a moment, then found purchase on Amelia's shoulders, her nails digging into her skin. As Amelia’s thrusts became more intense, the floor creaking beneath them, she grabbed Lenora’s throat. “You’re mine, Lenora. Only mine,” she growled. Lenora's eyes rolled back, her body writhing beneath Amelia's. "Yes, Mommy," she gasped. "Only yours. Fuck me, please. Fuck me harder." Amelia obliged, her hips moving faster, her cock pounding into Lenora with a ferocity that made the confessional shake. Lenora's moans filled the air, her body convulsing with each thrust. Amelia could feel her own orgasm building, her body tensing as she fucked Lenora relentlessly. She leaned down, her teeth grazing Lenora's earlobe. "You're going to take every drop of my seed, Lenora," she whispered, her voice dark and commanding. "You're going to be filled with me, breed for me. Say it." Lenora’s voice was a breathless gasp. "I’m yours, Mommy. I’ll take every drop. I’ll breed for you." Amelia groaned, her body shuddering as her orgasm hit. She thrust deep into Lenora, her cock pulsing as she filled her with her seed. Lenora cried out, her body convulsing as her own orgasm ripped through her. Amelia could feel Lenora's pussy clenching around her cock, milking her for every drop. She collapsed onto Lenora, her body slick with sweat, her breath coming in ragged gasps. They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts pounding in sync. Lenora's legs were limp, her body spent, she knew she couldn't walk.