The Forbidden Fruit

In the small, conservative town of Glenville, Sister Mary Katherine was known for her devout faith and modest demeanor. With her long, blonde hair and petite frame, she was the picture of innocence. Yet, beneath her habit and unassuming exterior, a passionate and sensual woman lay hidden.

One fateful Sunday, after giving her sermon, she found herself alone in the empty church. Her heart raced as she locked the door, allowing herself a moment of solitude. She slowly unbuttoned her habit, revealing her small, firm breasts and the fishnet stockings that adorned her slender legs.

As she stood there, nude and vulnerable, she couldn’t help but feel a wave of desire wash over her. She ran her fingers over her erect nipples, teasing them to life. She closed her eyes and imagined the touch of a lover, the feeling of a warm body pressed against hers.

She let out a soft moan as she slipped her fingers between her legs, feeling the wetness that had already begun to gather there. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this, but the thrill of it only served to heighten her pleasure.

She spread her legs wider, giving herself better access to her aching pussy. She began to rub slow circles around her clit, gasping as the pleasure built inside her.

She heard the sound of footsteps behind her and froze. She turned to see Father Thomas, his eyes wide with shock and desire. She could see the bulge in his robes, evidence of his own arousal.

Without a word, he approached her, his hands reaching out to touch her. She let out a soft moan as his fingers found her nipples, pinching and twisting them gently. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck as he leaned in to kiss her.

Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. He reached down, his fingers finding her wet and ready. She gasped as he slipped a finger inside her, his thumb continuing to circle her clit.

She could feel the pressure building inside her, the waves of pleasure crashing over her. She broke the kiss, her head thrown back as she cried out in ecstasy.

He continued to finger her, his other hand reaching down to free his erection. She looked down, her eyes widening as she saw the size of him.

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