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Going to Church was never something you particularly enjoyed but today you were doing a favor to your mother who was insistent due to some family friend’s christening. While you were never anti-religious at the same time you weren’t particularly invested in the whole shpiel. Sunday School was more of a chore because it meant you weren’t able to go with your friends for the day’s activities. All these somewhat meddlesome memories were abandoned when out of the corner of your eye you spied the creamy blonde fur partially covered by a decorated uniform of a sister of the cloth. 

The woman’s attire may have been different and her body on the more mature side, but you would recognize her form anywhere. The young woman who led Sunday school in your youth, who she herself had been a fresh high school graduate, the enviable crush of boys and girls alike, Evelyn, now stood proudly speaking with the head of the Lapine Church. She smiled sweetly as she talked, you were about to turn away but you could sense she noticed your presence and that alone, the prospect of getting to talk to her, to talk to Marlene made it worth listening to the elderly lapine that prattled about bake sale functions.

You had distracted yourself with other things in the Church, something that made it seem like you weren’t staring at the visage of your childhood crush now all grown up and even more voluptuous than before. You were about to walk away when you felt a longing touch upon your hand, “My child, it has been far too long.” Her voice was soothing, matronly, you almost felt a tingle in your soul as she spoke to you with a kindness in her heart that felt like a cleansing warm rain washing over your body. As you turned to see her you could feel her smile in a way that made your heart give a sudden pounding thump. “How have you been, dear?” 

“Ms..” You swallowed, knowing her name by heart but now it seemed to stumble across your lips, “Evelyn..” attempted respect melted away for familiarity but she only closed her eyes with a bright smile as her hand touched your cheek. “I’ve been well.”

“Wonderful. I had worried, ever since you stopped coming to Sunday school your time at the church became scarce.” Her eyes upon you, her lips in a sort of pout, did she miss you and her pretense was to save your mortal soul? “Have you been going somewhere else for communion?”

You shook your head, shamefully so by her matronly gaze. The sort of tender smile that simply accepted her child disappointing her. “No, I uh-“ Forgot? No. Busy? Of course you were. What could be a good excuse that she’d accept, as you tried to find one her hand touched upon yours lifting it gently as if an angel was blessing you from your fall from grace.

“Then there is no time like the present, mm?” No scolding, no chastising, not a ruler that would come down against the back of your hand landing against the knuckles with a painful snap. Only a gentle touch that made you follow her like a lost lamb bleating for the loving shepherd. You didn’t even realize that she was leading you until the large wooden booth came into view, she stood in front of it, her hands holding yours as she slowly opened the door.

Suddenly you felt a tingling along your spine at such an unholy union of ideas, you were in Church and now of all times your body felt the springing sensations of arousal as your mind tiptoed along lurid ideas of performing such carnal pleasures in a holy sacred house. “Miss Evelyn, I .. I can’t..” You whispered under a hushed breath trying to hide your sudden warming blood that pumped through your veins making you feel flush as breathing became heavier. 

“You can.” Her voice was tender and while you wanted to flee from your urges, your desires to know her body that had sworn itself to celibacy underneath that salacious uniform. “Right now, all you have to do is pledge yourself, asking for forgiveness is the first step and one everyone can do.” You looked up, almost teary eyed in how sweet and gentle her voice was, her hand raised to touch your cheek making you feel so vulnerable in her hands. “Maybe confession isn’t the right way to start.. communion would be better.”

You nodded. Your heart beating with a mix of emotions, vulnerability, arousal, attraction, longing, desperation, all of them building up inside you as she stood there with her hand caressing your cheek guiding your chin upwards as her eyes led you downwards to your knees. You recalled communion from your younger years, a moment where you were blessed by the touch of a holy figure as you knelt and sipped a small taste of sacrament wine. Normally it would have been in a more formal setting rather than on your knees, in front of a confession booth, while far down the hallway the social event of blessings were being gathered.

You then noticed how she touched along the top of your forehead, her fingers brushing through your hair and her eyes still upon you. You also noticed that there didn’t happen to be any wine, anything of a holy sacrament for you to taste. “Miss.. E-hnhh..?” Her skirt lifted and behind that was a pair of cotton panties that were too full in the front, bulging girth swelled against them and you could immediately taste the pungent flavor of musky bunny mommy cock that was primed behind them. 

“It’s all right dear,” Her tone was soothing as her hand kept upon the back of your head with her dress raised over her waist her cock slowly sprung free from the confines of her plain panties. Her thick veiny meat flopping up and down in front of your face in a way that made your body quiver with guilty excitement. Your head moved closer by the tug of her palm and gave no resistance, the scent of her cock breathed into your lips and nostrils coaxing you. “Blessed be those that taste of me.” She began to recite the holy verse as your lips touched upon her dick. “Fulfilled.. hahhh..” Her voice became breathy, your tongue now tasting the bead of pre-cum that smeared against your tongue as saliva soaked into her engorging length. “Fulfilled, with..” Her chest heaved as her tongue curled inwards pushing more of her dick into your mouth as your supple lips smoothed along her bulbous shaft. “Holy.. virtue..”

That same warmth that filled your soul now tingled along your lips, the taste of her cock as it smoothed along your tongue and your body began to tremble, arousal at being used by your crush was filling you up with a pure sense of pleasure that came not from carnal touch but simply by her affections toward you. You were fulfilled in a way you hadn’t imagined by simply letting her sloppy length plumb your mouth, the tip smearing against your throat as you whimpered helpless to your own pleasure, your little whimpers vibrating against her cock as it pushed against your face. You could feel her dick sliding deeper, her crotchmound getting closer, that scent getting stronger, her moans getting heavier until the heat of her breath descended upon your face and you could almost taste her damp breath on your cocksmeared tongue. 

Her dick was bobbing into your lips, rolling itself eagerly and taking in all the adornments that made up your mouth, her dicktip gliding along the roof ridges, her extensively sausagey thick shaft smearing itself against your accommodatingly wet and sloppy tongue. Her hips and hands moved upon you, alternating the angle of her position to fully explore her new little fuck angel, “To take of me,” She murmured, “is to accept me wholly.” The pitch of her voice raised slightly, her breasts bouncing upwards as she preached her sexual sermon towards you. “To know me, is to take of me..” 

Her dick had pulled away from you, and her hips stopped moving, your mouth suddenly devoid of her blessed flavorful dick with the tip still hanging hard in front of you. “The lord helps those,” she crooned sweetly lifting her cock slightly, showing off those massive bunny nun balls that hung swollen in front of you. “Who help themselves.. to my balls..” she licked her lips slightly, bright ruby red lipstick glistening as she did so. You could taste the sweat on her massive sack as your tongue leaned forth to it, the warmth of her soft furred nuts felt good to your lips, your mouth eagerly drawing one of those heavy balls inside as your tongue swirled along it. 

Your hand moved of its own accord with instinct guiding you naturally. It touched upon her shaft as your tongue bathed along the twin orb that had been neglected for the depths of your mouth. Grip of her shaft tightened as you stroked faster and faster, you wanted to feel that twitching cock against your fingers and you were aching for her cum, you were dying for it. No longer was your youthful crush a fantastical daydream beyond your reach, it was right here, for you, hard, throbbing, pleasured by you, eager for you. “Good girhlhlhh..” Her voice trailed off as you paused for the briefest of moments, your rounded adoring eyes gazing up at her as she smiled softly. “Are you ready for your blessing?” You nodded swiftly.. multiple times, bringing a giggle to her lips as she aimed her twitching tip towards you.

Her hips began to move with her hand and you in the center, bobbing you back and forth between the twin motions that made you feel like you were on a roller coaster ride. Her dick tasted amazing, her pre-cum sliding along your tongue making her dick slide so easily down the back of your throat as she carefully began to prepare herself to fully hilt inside you, you thought about it at first, but you were simply too enthralled with your mix of tangenital pleasures.. Being used felt so good, the stain in your nethers that came from melting pleasure between your thighs a source of orgasm that was being stimulated by your lips alone! Her hips moved so fast that her balls were clapping against her chin with the base of her bulge nearing your nostrils, the intoxicating scent and flavor of her musty femcock made the world blur around you.. and then her dick pushed deeper, the back of your throat now her property claimed by her bunnyprick that now rapidly pumped its way bulging down your supplicating throatpussy. 

It hurt, a little, being throatfucked, specifically the sensation of her dick digging against the sensitive often unblemished throat muscles and stretching them out further than you were accustomed to. You could feel tears welling up in your eyes as you struggled to maintain your position as the lovely bunny nunny’s cocksleeve, dedicated to her dick with your fingers clutching into little fists, darkness falling over the tops and bottoms of your eyes, slowly creeping in with the lack of oxygen becoming more and more of a hindrance. Yet you couldn’t have felt better in the other way, your body succumbing to the pleasures of giving in and being an object of desire for the perfect woman who chose your lips for her orgasm. And there it was, you could feel it, her cock fattening against the roof of your mouth and the depths of your throat, straining the bone and jaw muscles although that seemed like an afterthought from suffocating. 

The first thing you really felt when her cum began to ejaculate was the thick pulsing bulge that spanned from the base of her cock and rolled down the thick vein that lined the bottom of her length. In the split second that you felt it, it pushed against the flat of your tongue, before cum suddenly gushed at the back of your throat, “Do not reject my blessing!” Evelyn cried out, her fingers gripping into your hair, “Take this, for this is my body, drink this.. for.. this.. this.. is.. my.. cummmmm~!” Her body twitched violently almost shaking you with her spastic grip that barely held you in place as cum continued rushed to flood your mouth. There was so much of her glue thick sperm that swallowing it being your first choice was simply not good enough. It rushed upwards and a painful burning sensation suddenly rocketed through your sinuses as cum squirted out your nostrils like an uncomfortable cough, your body giving a violent twitch and a helpless whimper as the stream of her potent virile spunkload slowed enough that you could gulp it down like the greedy little holy slut you were becoming. 

Her dick pulled back from your face, your mouth gaping open, air tasted good, it was coated in the flavor of her thick viscous cum but it tasted so good. Your eyes were upon her gazing longingly with your flushed cheeks so warm that you could have sworn you saw her through heart shaped pupils. Was it love that you felt in that moment? Sanctimony? Carnal pleasure? Perhaps it was all three, because when she slowly smeared her cock along your lips and spoke your focus was on her every word, “You won’t miss communion again, right dear?”

You went to speak, but cum that had been trickling along your mouth and bubbling at the back of your throat simply spilled from your lips and down your chin. “Ghhlk..” Your hand lifted, covering your mouth and wiping your chin with your wrist in some sort of newfound shame as you looked up at her adoring gaze. “I.. I’ll be back.. I promise.” And you’d better.. lord knows what she’ll be like if you keep her from blessed release.