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Fuck Yourself On Our Cocks

Author: Hazeel
last update publish date: 2025-10-18 17:20:47

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LEAH'S POV 

My throat felt like it was spasming around Father Matthias's length as he thrust in, forcing his dick to the back of my throat while I gagged on the spit that accumulated in my mouth.

Father Damon kept pounding into me, leaning over me to tweak my nipplesㅡ hard.

I coughed, sputtering when Father Matthias pulled away, a trail of spit trailing from the head of his cock to my lips.

The sensations that coursed through me was overwhelming, sending shockwaves down my spine as I tried to adjust to the thick length that was moving in my pussy.

Father Matthias walked around the table to the top of my head and shoved his cock back into my mouth, a low groan escaping him when I choked and gagged.

"Open wide, sister," Father Matthias commanded gruffly, his hands gripping my jaw and forcing my mouth open. He fed his thick length back between my lips, pushing in until my nose was buried in his pubes and I was making desperate gagging noises around him. "That's it, take it all…”

Father Damon slammed into me from below, the desk shaking violently with each thrust. His fingers dug into my thighs as he held me open, staring down at his cock disappearing inside me over and over again. 

The position had my body bent nearly in half over the table edge, giving both priests perfect access to fuck me as they pleased.

Father Matthias started fucking my mouth in earnest, his hips rolling forward to bury his cock deep in my throat repeatedly. 

Saliva dripped down my chin and down the sides of my face as I struggled to breathe around his thickness.

Father Damon adjusted his angle, hitting my g-spot with every thrust and making my pussy clamp down around him tightly. "Fuck, she's squeezing me so hard," he groaned, looking up at Father Matthias who was using my mouth like a fuck toy.

His fingers dug deeper into my soft flesh, pulling my legs wider apart as he began to pound into me with long, deliberate thrusts. His thick, veiny shaft spread my pussy lips wide, exposing my inner walls to his hungry gaze.

Father Matthias slowed his pace in my mouth, allowing me to catch my breath and taste the salty pre-cum beading at the tip of his cock. He gently rocked his hips back and forth, hitting the back of my throat repeatedly but not as forcefully.

"Relax your jaw, Leah,” He instructed soothingly, his fingers gentling on my jaw as he coached me through the act of giving head like a good little church girl should. His thrusts were slow, almost loving despite the situation as he fed his cock in and out of my mouth. "There we go…”

Meanwhile, Father Damon's thrusts became slower and deeper, his hips rolling against mine as he reached between our bodies to spread my lips even wider. He began to tap my clit with the head of his dick on every out-stroke, sending electric shocks of pleasure through my pussy.

Father Matthias's cock swelled in my mouth as I relaxed my throat around him, allowing him deeper access. He let out a soft moan of approval while Father Damon continued his deliberate rhythm below me ㅡeach slow thrust accompanied by gentle taps against my sensitive clit that made stars dance behind my eyes.

Suddenly Father Matthias pulled out of my mouth with a wet pop, leaving me dizzy and confused. "Leah, sweetheart, we want to try something.”

Father Damon smirked as I raised my head, breathing heavy as he withdrew slowly from my pussy, leaving me empty and gaping. "Stand up for me, honey.”

“Whatㅡ” I blinked, my legs shaking as I slowly pushed myself upright on the desk. 

Father Damon was already moving to sit in the large leather chair behind the desk, his cock standing straight up and glistening with my arousal. "Come here, Leah," he patted his thighs. "Straddle me.”

Confused, I hesitantly walked over to him and swung one leg over his muscular thighs, settling my wet pussy against his hard length. 

He grasped my hips and adjusted me so that I was hovering just above him. "Now, lean down, sweetheart. Let Father Matthias have a turn, too.”

My eyes widened as I realized what they were suggesting. "Bㅡboth of you?" *I stammered, looking back at Father Matthias slowly stroking his dick. "At the same time?”

"Yes, baby," Father Damon soothed, guiding me down onto his lap so that the head of his cock nudged against my entrance. "We'll both fuck this tight little pussy together. Just lean forward and ride my cock while Father Matthias takes you from behind.”

I was shocked but incredibly turned on by the idea. 

Fuck it. I wanted to try.

Slowly, I leaned forward, pressing my hands against Father Damon's chest as I sank down onto his thick length. He groaned as my wet pussy swallowed him whole. 

"Now arch that back, Leah.” Father Damon instructed, his hands squeezing my bouncing tits. "Let Father Matthias get behind you. He's going to fuck you from behind while you ride my dick. It's called a sandwich, sweetheart. You're going to be the delicious meat in the middle.”

I gasped as I felt Father Matthias press against my back, his large hands gripping my waist possessively. 

"That's right, my dear," He whispered against my ear, his thick length pressing against my tight hole. "You'll have two priests fucking you at once. A rare treat indeed. One good enough for a devoted sister such as yourself.”

I moaned as Father Damon began to thrust up into me, his hands on my hips guiding my movements. But then I felt Father Matthias's thick head pressing against my other hole and I froze. "Relax, Leah," Father Damon murmured below me, "Let him in.”

Father Matthias slowly pushed forward, his massive length popping inside my tight ass with a loud, wet sound. 

I screamed as he stretched me open, the sensation of being claimed by two men at once overwhelming. 

Father Damon paused his thrusting, allowing Father Matthias to fully embed himself inside me.

Oh god.

When Father Matthias was fully seated, his hips flush against my ass, he began to slowly move in and out, his thick length massaging my inner walls. 

Father Damon started thrusting up into my pussy again, his hands squeezing my tits roughly. "Ride us, Leah," he commanded. "Fuck yourself on our cocks.”

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