Are You Wearing Panties, Sister?

LEAH'S POV

I had never been this nervous in my whole life.

It suddenly felt like everyone was looking at me a bit more as I walked into the empty part of the cathedralㅡ moving in the opposite direction of the other sisters who were moving for the evening mass.

There was no one else in this hallway, it meant that Father Matthias had planned it all so there would be no distractions.

As soon as I got to his overly familiar door that I had stared at for months from afar, I knocked lightly.

“Come in.”

I didn't wait for another word. I gently pushed the door open and stepped in, first locking the door before turning back to the man sitting on the leather chair behind the mahogany desk.

“Fatherㅡ” the words died in my throat as I noticed the other man standing beside him, softly illuminated by the chandelier above.

Oh.

Fear gripped me. Who was that?

Father Matthias gestured vaguely to the man standing beside his table, arms folded behind him back as he watched me with a predatory look in his eyes. “This is Father Damon. I'm sure you were informed of the new Father that would be joining us today. You would be surprised to note that we are well acquainted.”

Dark hair and sharp cheekbones framed his face, cassock dark and crucifix dangling from his neckㅡ heavy and evident with the weight of the role. “Sister Leah… I thought there was an evening mass going on.” His voice wasn't mocking. It seemed almost amused.

Nervousness creeped up my spine and my cheeks flushed. “Iㅡ uhㅡ just came to drop off some things for Father Matthias.”

Why did Father Matthias have someone else here? Did he want to embarrass me?

“Are you wearing any panties like I said, Sister Leah?” Father Matthias pulled himself up, leaning forward on his chair.

My eyes widened to the size of golf balls and my heart plummeted. “Whatㅡ?”

Father Damon stepped forward. “I don't think so. She looks so obedient…I doubt she disobeyed you but let me check.”

Before I could make any sense of the situation, his hands were wrapped around me. One surprisingly strong arm hooked around my upper body so I couldn't move while the other snuck under my garments, cupping my bare and dripping pussy.

“Oh my godㅡ” My head tipped back against his shoulder, knees buckling as his fingers parted my pussy lips, sliding through my slit easily.

I had never been more turned on and disgusted simultaneously in my whole life.

“Fuck, she's wet. Just look at her…” The hands left my pussy, raising up to show Father Matthias the glistening digits.

Father Matthias smirked slightly. “Come here, Leah. It's time for your penance.”

My legs seemed to move forward on their own accord, stumbling towards the man lounging back on the chair. 

Father Damon was right behind me, hands clamping down on my shoulders as I was forced to sit on father's Matthias's laps, my bare pussy drenching his laps. “Look at you…” Father Matthias rasped.

I was perched there, heart thudding as Father Damon came to stand in front of me, his crotch right at my face.

What did they want me to do?

Suddenly, he reached forward, fingers tangling in my hair as he bent me forward, forcing my lips to brush the massive tent in his cassocks. “Hmmm…you look so pretty…”

“I told you that she was pretty. This is going to be so fun. See how wet she is. I bet that she is wondering what we are going to do to her. Fear not, Leah…we're gonna take good care of you, okay?”

My back was arched, hands having to grip down on father Matthias's knees to steady myself and make sure that I didn't topple over, as well as Father Matthias's hand that hooked around my waist, keeping me firmly planted in place, pubes grinding hard on his legs.

Father Damon pulled off his cassocks in a flurry of movement as he pulled out his cock, thick and heavyㅡ and painfully hard. I had seen my fair of dicks over the years. Before I joined the church and even after I had joined the church, but I had never once had my breath catch in this manner.

It was huge.

The head was purple and raging, leaking precum already. The urge to feel it buried in my pussy overwhelmed me and I swallowed hard.

My mouth watered, a whimper almost escaping me when he tapped the thick head against my lips.

Oh god.

Without hesitation, I parted my lips, letting his dick part my tight lips and slide through them. 

“Fuck…!” His grip became tighter, hips snapping forward as he sought to bury himself in my throat.

I gagged horribly, tears beginning to sting my eyes as his dick kept pushing into my mouth.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Fuck, Leah…relax…” Father Matthias under me crooned, rubbing slow circles on my back, easing me through it as I tried to take all of Father Damon.

Suddenly, I felt Father Matthias's hand sneak under our bodies, touching my bare pussy that had been grinding on his legs a couple minutes ago.

“Mphm!” I gagged, shocked at the sudden intrusion.

Father Damon's hand tightened in my hair, keeping me there choking on his cock while I felt a finger slide into my sopping cunt at the same time.

I was sitting on Father Matthias's laps, bare pussy dripping and making a mess while my mouth was stuffed full with Father Damon's cock and my pussy was being stretched by the fingers inside me that curled and scissored.

Fuck.

Father Damon looked at me with a cruel smirk. “You have a lovely voice during the mass, I've heard, sister. Now, you'll use that voice of yours to scream for us. Let me hear the angels leave your body.”

My eyes squeezed shut and my pussy clenched, tears brimming in my eyes.

Father lord, forgive me. 

For if this was how sin felt like, then I never wanted to leave the devil.