All Chapters of The Forbidden Sisterhood: A Collection Of Forbidden Stories : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

It was Tuesday afternoon when Mother Superior called Sister Veronica to her office.Veronica had been nervous....worried that somehow the elderly nun had discovered what was happening with the priests. But when she entered, Mother Superior's face was kind, if somewhat tired."Sister Veronica," she began, "I need to ask a favor. Sister Margaret has fallen ill, and she's supposed to be staffing the confession booth this week for our extended confession hours. Would you be willing to take her place? It's quite a commitment, four hours daily, Tuesday through Saturday, 2 PM to 6 PM."Veronica's mind raced. Four hours daily in a confession booth. Alone. Private. Enclosed.The possibilities..."Of course, Mother Superior," Veronica said. "I'd be happy to help.""Wonderful. You'll sit in the central booth and listen to confessions. The penitents will enter the side booths...you know the setup. Just listen, offer counsel, assign penance. Father Henry will be available if you encounter anything

Father Marcus slipped out of the booth during another lull, and thirty seconds later, Father Thomas slipped in.Thomas was gentler than Marcus...his hands immediately going to Veronica's breasts but touching them with reverence rather than aggression."You've been drained," he observed, feeling how much smaller they were. "Marcus took his fill?""Yes, Father," Veronica whispered."Then let me help them fill again."A new penitent entered, and while Veronica listened to a confession about missing Sunday mass, Father Thomas massaged her breasts with expert precision.His technique was different from the others...using pressure points, lymphatic drainage techniques, stimulation designed to encourage milk production rather than just extract what was there.Within twenty minutes, Veronica could feel her breasts swelling again, filling with fresh milk."Remarkable," Thomas breathed. "You respond so well to stimulation. Let me taste what we've created."The next penitent began their confessi

"For six years. Six years of holidays and summers. I'm not your father, Emma. I married your mother, yes. But you were already grown. Already yourself. And from the moment I met you..." He stopped, running his hand through his silver hair. "From the moment I met you, I knew I was in trouble."Emma's breath caught. "What are you saying?""I'm saying I've wanted you for six years. Every day. Every moment you were in that house. Watching you walk around in your pajamas. Seeing you come home from dates with boys your own age and knowing they didn't deserve you. Listening to you in the shower and imagining...." He stopped again. "Your mother knew. Before she died. She told me she could see it. The way I looked at you. The way you looked at me.""She knew?""She told me to wait until you were sure. Until you knew what you wanted. Not to push you, not to pressure you, just to... wait. See if this was real or just proximity and forbidden attraction." Richard was close now, close enough that E

The sensation was intense, so different from Thomas's perfunctory attention. Marcus sucked hard, his teeth grazing her nipple, his hand squeezing her breast, and Isabella cried out."That's it," Marcus encouraged, moving to her other breast. "Make noise. Let me hear you. No more quiet, repressed, appropriate sex. I want to hear every sound you make."He pushed her back onto the bed, onto Thomas's side, Isabella realized distantly....and began removing his own clothes.His body was incredible, lean and muscular, his chest defined, his stomach flat, his cock standing at attention and significantly larger than Thomas's average size."How long since you've been properly fucked?" Marcus asked, kneeling between her legs."I've never been properly fucked," Isabella admitted. "Thomas was... gentle. Conservative. We did missionary once a week with the lights off.""Jesus Christ." Marcus looked genuinely shocked. "Five years and he never made you come?""He made me come. Sometimes. If I helped.

Sister Veronica was in her small convent room when the text arrived from Father Henry.Friday evening. 8 PM. Rectory private quarters. All five of us. Six hours minimum. Wear nothing under your habit. This will be intense. Prepare yourself.Veronica's pussy clenched reading the message. Six hours with all five priests. Not rotating like Sunday mass or the confession booth, but all of them. Together. For the entire night.She texted back: What should I expect?Henry's response was immediate: Everything. We're going to use every hole, drain every drop of milk, fuck you in every position we can imagine. We're calling it our "monthly devotion" - one night per month where we claim you completely. Consider it your most sacred service.I'll be there, Veronica replied, her hands shaking with anticipation.Good girl. And Veronica? Don't relieve the pressure in your breasts today. We want you as full as possible. We're having a competition.Competition?Milk drinking. We're going to see who can