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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.”
I couldn’t stay away.After he walked out of the living room, I sat on the couch for what felt like forever, my body still buzzing from the kiss, my pussy aching and wet, my nipples tight against the thin fabric of my sundress. The guilt was crushing — he was my best friend’s father, the man who had been a steady, protective presence in my life for years. But the need was stronger. It pulsed between my legs like a second heartbeat, making my thighs press together uselessly.I got up and walked down the hallway to his room.The door was slightly ajar. I pushed it open quietly.Noah was sitting up in bed, the sheet pooled around his waist, chest bare. The lamp on his nightstand cast a warm glow across his shoulders and the hard lines of muscle he’d earned from years of weekend projects around the house. He looked at me, and for a second his face softened with that familiar protective worry.“Bad dream?” he asked gently.I shook my head. My voice came out small. “I can’t sleep.”He didn’
The next evening the house smelled like garlic bread and red wine. Noah had cooked again — chicken parmesan, my favorite since I was twelve. We ate at the kitchen table like always, but the air between us felt different tonight. Thicker. Every time our eyes met over the rim of our glasses, something unspoken passed between us. I kept catching him looking at the thin straps of my sundress, at the way the fabric clung to my breasts when I leaned forward. I didn’t adjust it. I wanted him to look.After dinner we moved to the living room with the rest of the wine. We put on one of those old family movies we used to watch when I was little — the one with the talking dog and the road trip. I curled up on the couch beside him, closer than I probably should have. My bare thigh pressed against his jeans. He didn’t move away.Halfway through the movie, the wine had loosened my tongue and my inhibitions. I turned to him, the glow of the TV painting soft shadows across his face.“I’ve never felt
KateI’ve been masturbating to thoughts of Noah for over a year.Not innocent little daydreams. Filthy ones.I imagine him pinning me down on the couch where we used to watch movies, one big hand around my throat while he fucks me so deep I can’t breathe. I picture him whispering “Your best friend is my daughter” right before he spits on my pussy and shoves his cock inside me like I’m his to ruin. I’ve come with three fingers buried deep, biting my pillow so I don’t moan his name too loud, feeling sick with guilt because he’s my best friend’s father — the man who drove me to soccer practice, who fixed my broken laptop, who was always the steady one when everything else fell apart.He’s thirty-seven. I’m nineteen.He’s the father of the girl who’s been my best friend since we were six.And I want him to fuck me like I’m not.Tonight I’m staying at their house while my own family is away.And I already know I’m going to do something we can never take back.---***The drive to my best f
The reception was still in full swing when we slipped away again.The music, the laughter, the clinking of glasses — all of it felt distant, like it belonged to another world. My sister was dancing with her new husband, glowing and oblivious, while I followed Torin through the garden path toward the honeymoon villa at the far end of the resort. My legs were still shaky from the earlier encounter, my pussy tender and leaking his come with every step. The thin fabric of my bridesmaid dress clung to my skin, damp with sweat and the evidence of what we’d done.We didn’t speak until the door of the honeymoon villa clicked shut behind us.Then Torin turned, eyes dark and feral, and pushed me against the wall.This time there was no hesitation.His mouth crashed down on mine — rough, claiming, tongues sliding together in a desperate, filthy kiss. His hands shoved my dress up around my waist, fingers hooking into my ruined panties and ripping them down my legs. I stepped out of them, heart ra
I gripped his hair, biting my lip to keep from moaning too loud, but the wet, obscene sounds of his mouth filled the room anyway.“Torin — fuck — my sister is out there cutting cake right now —”He slapped my clit — sharp, stinging — then sucked harder. I came with a choked cry, my pussy spasming around his fingers, wetness flooding his mouth. My legs shook so badly I would have fallen if he wasn’t holding me up.He stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes wild.“Turn around,” he ordered.I did, bracing my hands on the door. He yanked the dress higher, kicked my legs wider, and slammed into my pussy in one brutal thrust. The sudden fullness made me gasp, my forehead pressing against the wood. He fucked me hard — deep, punishing strokes that made my breasts bounce inside the dress and the door rattle in its frame.His hand came around my throat from behind, squeezing just enough to make my vision spot.“Quiet,” he growled against my ear. “Your sister is out there celebr
The morning of the wedding dawned bright and perfect, the kind of day my sister had dreamed about her whole life. The villa was buzzing with activity — hair stylists, makeup artists, florists, and excited relatives moving through the halls like a well-organized storm. My sister was radiant in her robe, laughing with her bridesmaids, completely oblivious to the fact that I’d spent the night before with her fiancé’s come still drying on my thighs.I couldn’t look at her without feeling the guilt twist like a knife in my gut.But I also couldn’t stop the ache between my legs every time I caught Torin’s eye across the room.He looked devastating in his wedding attire — crisp white shirt, tailored trousers, the same quiet intensity in his gaze that had ruined me the night before. Every time our eyes met, the air crackled. I was wearing a pale blue bridesmaid dress that hugged my body, the neckline low enough that the faint bite marks he’d left on my collarbone were barely hidden by makeup.







