FORBIDDEN LUSTS

Two Di¢ks Inside Me ️

LEAH'S POV

Oh my f*****gㅡ

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 d**k.

Fuck, if his fingers were that big, how big would his d**k be then?

Would they f**k 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 p***y 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 c**k hitting the back of my throat and making me gag loudly around it. "f**k, 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 f****d 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 p***y? 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 f**k her mouth while the other destroys that tight little pussy." Father Damon pulled out suddenly, his c**k bobbing and leaking right in front of my face. "I think she'd look gorgeous with two c***s 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 c**k as he stroked himself in long, slow strokes.

Both men were up, cassocks falling open to reveal hard, ready c***s. 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 p***y.

Just as I was about to choke out a reply, he spat on my p***y, rubbing it in to further make it easier for him to f**k me.

I groaned when he massaged my p***y softly, tugging at my sensitive nub. “f**k…”

Father Matthias' massive desk creaked under my weight as he spread me open like a sacrifice.

Cool air hit my wet p***y, 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 c**k dragging across my collarbone.

"Look at her, all spread out and open for us," Father Damon murmured, his eyes locked on my pink, puffy p***y. "She's so f*****g wet, I bet she's dripping onto the floor." He tapped his heavy d**k 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. "f**k, 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 n*****s 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 d***s at all times." He unbuttoned my blouse slowly, revealing my black lace bra. "We could f**k her during mass, under the robes…”

Lordㅡ

Father Damon's tongue traced along my p***y 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 c*m 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 f**k her in the confessional booth while she whispers our sins…”

Father Damon's tongue circled my c**t slowly, making me whimper. "Or we could bend her over the altar and pound into her tight little p***y while saying prayers..." He sucked my c**t into his mouth, making my back arch off the desk. "f**k, she's so sensitive…”

My body shook, fingers gripping the edge of the desk. “f**k…please…just…”

Something warm and slick was suddenly being rubbed into my p***y and my eyes flew open to see Father Damon holding holy oil, slathering it over my p***y.

I almost had an orgasm on the spot.

His d**k nudged at my p***y, 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 c**k 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 c*m. And you will love every inch of it.”

I shuddered, muscles clenching around him as I took Father Matthias's c**k into my mouth, jaw aching.

Because something told me I would enjoy it as he said.