LOGINLEAH'S POV
Oh my fuckingㅡ
It felt like my mind blanked when I felt Father Matthias's finger brush against my G-spot, his thick fingers stretching me apart like a dick.
Fuck, if his fingers were that big, how big would his dick be then?
Would they fuck me here? Or would they just torture me with this? I didn't care, I just wanted to be used by them.
This was awakening a sick fantasy in me and I was determined to see it to the end.
Father Matthias added another finger, scissoring them inside me as he felt my pussy squeezing around them.
"She's so tight, Damon. No wonder men fall at her feet during confessions. No wonder they always ask for sister Leah to oversee their confessions. Tell me, sister, did you seduce them too? Show them this pretty cunt that's soaking me? Did you drip for them the way you drip for us now? No? I thought so." He thrust his fingers hard and fast, matching Father Damon's brutal pace in my mouth.
Oh my god.
I should stop this. Tell them that I didn't want to be called names subtly or accused of things but instead, I found myself getting even more turned on by what was happening.
Father Damon's hips snapped forward, his thick cock hitting the back of my throat and making me gag loudly around it. "Fuck, she's choking on it so well..." He pulled back slightly, letting me catch my breath before slamming back in, his heavy balls tapping against my chin. "Maybe we should stuff both her holes at once… I think she would love that.”
Father Matthias's breath hitched, the idea clearly turning him on because his fingers became even more aggressive, curling inside me and hitting that spot that made me see stars despite the fact that I was being throat fucked mercilessly. "Both holes?" He sounded almost dazed with lust.
Of course he did.
Just in the space of a few hours, I had seen a whole new side to the man who spent the whole day in the vestry, fingers curled around his crucifix as he prayed.
This man who had his fingers stuffed in my pussy? This wasn't a man of God. This was a man who wasn't afraid to take. Who was taking already.
"Yeah...one of us could fuck her mouth while the other destroys that tight little pussy." Father Damon pulled out suddenly, his cock bobbing and leaking right in front of my face. "I think she'd look gorgeous with two cocks stretching her apart.”
My heart was racing as I coughed and spat on the floor, trying to gasp for air when I suddenly found myself being lifted to my feet, knees buckling under me.
“What are youㅡ”
“Shut up,” Father Damon growled at me, fingers wrapped around his cock as he stroked himself in long, slow strokes.
Both men were up, cassocks falling open to reveal hard, ready cocks. Father Matthias grabbed me by the waist, lifting me up and throwing me onto his desk. Papers and pens went flying.
Father Damon grabbed my legs, spreading them wide open. “Does that turn you on, Leah?” He asked, his voice raspy as he stared at my gaping pussy.
Just as I was about to choke out a reply, he spat on my pussy, rubbing it in to further make it easier for him to fuck me.
I groaned when he massaged my pussy softly, tugging at my sensitive nub. “Fuck…”
Father Matthias' massive desk creaked under my weight as he spread me open like a sacrifice.
Cool air hit my wet pussy, making me shiver. Father Damon stood between my thighs, stroking his thick length slowly while Father Matthias leaned over me at the top edge of the desk where I found myself being moved to, his own cock dragging across my collarbone.
"Look at her, all spread out and open for us," Father Damon murmured, his eyes locked on my pink, puffy pussy. "She's so fucking wet, I bet she's dripping onto the floor." He tapped his heavy dick against my slit, making me gasp.
Father Matthias chuckled darkly, his hand coming up to wrap around my throat gently. "Let's see just how wet she is," he said, his fingers trailing down my body to press against my entrance. He gathered some of my juices on his fingers and held them up to Father Damon's mouth. "Taste her.”
My eyes widened, chest heaving as I watched father Damon's eyes roll back as he sucked Father Matthias's fingers clean, groaning at my taste. "Fuck, she's sweet..." He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to my inner thigh before nipping at my skin.
Father Matthias released my throat to pinch my nipples roughly through my blouse. “Look at these pretty tits.”
"Maybe we should keep her like this all the time," Father Matthias mused, twisting my hard peaks. "Open, wet, and ready for our dicks at all times." He unbuttoned my blouse slowly, revealing my black lace bra. "We could fuck her during mass, under the robes…”
Lordㅡ
Father Damon's tongue traced along my pussy lips as he listened to Father Matthias's words, making me squirm on the desk. "Mmm, yes..." He pushed his tongue inside me, lapping up my juices as he spread my folds with his fingers. "We could feed her our cum during communion… make sure she knows who she belongs to. Who her body belongs to.”
Father Matthias's eyes darkened with lust at the thought. He unhooked my bra, letting my heavy breasts spill out. "And during confession, we could fuck her in the confessional booth while she whispers our sins…”
Father Damon's tongue circled my clit slowly, making me whimper. "Or we could bend her over the altar and pound into her tight little pussy while saying prayers..." He sucked my clit into his mouth, making my back arch off the desk. "Fuck, she's so sensitive…”
My body shook, fingers gripping the edge of the desk. “Fuck…please…just…”
Something warm and slick was suddenly being rubbed into my pussy and my eyes flew open to see Father Damon holding holy oil, slathering it over my pussy.
I almost had an orgasm on the spot.
His dick nudged at my pussy, sliding in easily, still slightly burning as he buried himself deep inside me.
“Oh my godㅡ” I yelped.
His fingers dug into my hips, holding me down as Father Matthias tapped the head of his cock against my lips.
“See this, sister Leah? This is your penance. Your baptism again. The holy oil? We're using it to mark you for who you truly belong to and your true purpose. But instead of being baptized with water for the lord, we're going to paint you with cum. And you will love every inch of it.”
I shuddered, muscles clenching around him as I took Father Matthias's cock into my mouth, jaw aching.
Because something told me I would enjoy it as he said.
He growled like an animal and wrapped his hand around my throat from behind, squeezing just enough to make my head spin deliciously. The lack of air heightened everything—his thick cock stretching me wide, the wet squelching as he drove in and out, the sting on my ass, the overwhelming fullness. I came violently, pussy spasming and squirting around him, juices splashing onto the couch cushions.He didn’t slow. If anything, he fucked me rougher through my orgasm, chasing his own pleasure with brutal snaps of his hips. He pulled my hair harder, arching my back painfully as he railed me.“Again,” he demanded. “Cum on my cock again while your mom’s upstairs.”I did. Another shattering orgasm ripped through me, leaving me shaking, drooling onto the cushion. My legs gave out but he held me up by the throat and hair, using my body like a fucktoy.He pulled out suddenly, making me whine at the empty ache. He flipped me onto my back, shoved my legs up over his shoulders, folding me in half, an
I moaned into his shoulder, riding his fingers desperately. He added a third, scissoring them wide, opening me up as his thumb ground against my clit. Pleasure-pain shot through me. My juices ran down his wrist, soaking his jeans. The forbidden thrill had me gushing—heart pounding, nipples diamond-hard against my tank top.The sliding door rattled. Mom was coming back.Marcus yanked his fingers out and shoved me off his lap just in time. I dropped onto the couch beside him, skirt barely covering my ass, thighs trembling, pussy throbbing with emptiness. Mom stepped out smiling, completely unaware.“More wine, you two?”We made it through another twenty agonizing minutes of small talk. Every laugh from Mom sent guilt twisting in my stomach, but it only fueled the fire between my legs. Marcus’s hand rested on my thigh under a throw blanket Mom had tossed over us, his fingers lazily teasing my clit in slow circles. I was biting the inside of my cheek bloody trying not to moan.Finally, Mo
The air in the house felt charged, like the moment before a storm breaks—thick, heavy, ready to snap. Mom’s two days off had turned our quiet suburban home into a pressure cooker of stolen touches and lingering looks. Every time Marcus walked past me in the hallway, his hand would brush my ass or his body would press just close enough for me to feel the heat of his massive frame. I was constantly wet. Aching. My pussy throbbed with this constant, humiliating need that made me hate myself a little… and crave him more.That afternoon, after the backyard grill session where he’d fingered me shamelessly while Mom was ten feet away, the tension had only gotten worse. I’d changed into a thin white tank top and a short denim skirt—no bra, no panties again. The fabric rubbed against my swollen nipples and bare, dripping folds with every step, keeping me on edge.Mom decided we should “relax outside” on the backyard deck. She loved that damn deck—string lights, comfortable lounge chairs, a big
The position let him hit even deeper. My ass slapped against his thighs with every drop. He reached around and rubbed my clit in rough circles, his other hand coming up to pinch and tug my nipples. Sweat slicked our skin. The chair creaked rhythmically. I rode him harder, grinding, swirling my hips so his thick shaft rubbed every sensitive spot.“Fuck, look at you,” he murmured hot against my ear, biting my shoulder. “Bouncing on this big cock like you were born for it. Your mom has no idea her little girl is such a cock-hungry slut.”The dirty talk sent me spiraling. I came again, pussy fluttering and squeezing around him, juices squirting down his balls onto the chair. My legs shook violently, but he didn’t let me stop. He thrust up from below, taking control, fucking me through the orgasm until I was crying out too loudly.We froze at a sound upstairs—water running, Mom moving around the bathroom.Marcus clamped a hand over my mouth, still buried deep inside me. “Shhh. Don’t you da
“Upstairs,” I gasped between kisses. “My room. She’ll hear if we—”“Too risky,” he growled, but his hands were already yanking the sundress up over my head, leaving me completely naked on the table. “I need you now.”He dropped to his knees right there in the dining room, the same place we’d eaten lasagna with Mom hours earlier. He spread my thighs wide, hooking them over his shoulders, and buried his face in my pussy like a man starved. No teasing this time—his tongue plunged deep inside me, fucking me with long, rough strokes while his nose rubbed my clit. The wet, obscene slurping sounds were loud in the quiet house. I grabbed his hair, biting my arm to muffle my cries.“Marcus—oh god—your tongue feels so fucking good,” I whispered hoarsely. He sucked my clit hard, then grazed it with his teeth, sending electric shocks through my body. Two thick fingers joined his tongue, stretching me open, curling relentlessly against my G-spot. My juices coated his chin, dripping down onto the w
The house had become a minefield of stolen glances and barely contained hunger. Every creak of the floorboards, every distant hum of the refrigerator, felt like a warning. Mom was off for the next two days—her rare stretch of real time off—and she was determined to make it “cozy family time.” She had no idea she’d invited the wolf right into our den.I spent the morning pretending to study in my room, earbuds in but music off, listening to the low rumble of Marcus’s voice downstairs as he helped Mom with some yard work. Every time I heard his laugh, deep and rough, my thighs clenched. I was still sore from the kitchen counter last night...deliciously bruised inside, my pussy tender but already aching for more. I kept replaying the way his thick cock had stretched me open, the filthy wet sounds echoing in the kitchen, his cum dripping down my legs as I tried to act normal when Mom got home.By afternoon, the tension was unbearable. I was dripping again, just from the memory. My panties







