Sinfully Wet: Extreme Forbidden Tales.

Warning ‼️ This chapter contains extreme explicit scenes and religious references.

Gemma.

“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned…” I snapped my eyes shut with my hands clasped together in prayer.

“Gemma!”

“Why the fuck am I staring at your red panties?” Rev. Fr. Hillary whispered, his voice low and strained.

His grey eyes were locked between my thighs, unable to look away no matter how hard he tried.

“Oh…” I gasped, flashing him a mischievous smile as I slowly pulled my legs closer together, teasing him. “I must have forgotten to close them.”

“And you should be kneeling during confession,” he added, trying to regain control, but his voice had already grown husky.

I leaned forward in the dimly lit confessional, my eyes tracing from his sharp jaw to his soft red lips. “I didn’t come here for confession, Father Hillary.”

His throat bobbed. “Then what are you here for?”

“It’s my turn now.” My fingers moved to the buttons of my habit. One by one, they came undone until the fabric parted, revealing the new red lace bra I’d bought just for this moment.

The push-up style made my full, fair tits look ravishing… round, heavy, and spilling over the cups like an offering.

“Gemma…” he breathed, a warning and a prayer all at once.

“Come on, Father. You fuck the other Reverend Sisters, you think I don’t know?” I sank back against the wooden seat, smiling sweetly. “Supreme Mother and Sister Lucy look so pretty when they’re screaming your name.”

I picked up my phone, tapped play, and the confessional filled with raw, filthy moans.

The video showed Father Hillary in all his glory, naked, muscular, and pounding Sister Lucy from behind while Supreme Mother sat on her face. The wet sounds of flesh and their desperate cries echoed around us.

Father Hillary’s eyes widened in shock and rage. “This is blackmail. There’s a punishment for that.”

“Punishment?” I grinned, spreading my legs wider and placing my heels on the edge of the small table between us. “Then punish me with your cock, Father.”

I cupped my breasts, squeezing them together as I watched the battle in his eyes, faith versus raw, sinful lust. I shifted my soaked red panties to the side, exposing my smooth, dripping pussy.

“Don’t you want to eat this, Father?” I rubbed my swollen folds slowly, letting my fingers glide over my slick clit. Soft, needy moans slipped from my throat. “I’m so wet for you.”

“Gemma!” He shot up from his chair, but he didn’t snatch the phone. He just stood there, breathing hard, his cassock already tenting, the hard line of his cock almost visible.

“What?” I asked innocently, still circling my clit. “You can’t fuck me? Trust me, Father… I’m younger. Fresher. I taste so much better than them.”

The video kept playing. Sister Lucy was begging him to cum inside her.

Father Hillary’s resolve finally snapped.

He lunged forward, grabbed my thighs roughly, and yanked me toward him. The next second, his hot mouth was on my pussy.

“Oh my God… Father!” I cried out as his tongue dragged forcefully through my folds. His warm mouth on my pussy, licking and sucking with pure hunger. No gentleness. Just raw, forbidden need.

He groaned against my cunt, the vibration making my toes curl. “You taste like sin,” he growled, sucking hard on my clit before pushing his thick tongue inside me. “So fucking sweet… and so damn wet.”

I grabbed his head, grinding against his face as he devoured me. The sounds were filthy, wet slurping, my desperate moans, and his deep groans of pleasure.

He pushed two fingers into my tight hole, his golden ring cold against the walls of my pussy as he curled his fingers aggressively while his tongue lashed my clit.

“Yes! Eat my pussy, Father. Eat your naughty little nun’s cunt,” I moaned shamelessly.

He finger-fucked me faster, sucking my clit like it was holy communion. My thighs started shaking. I was already close.

“I’m going to cum… Father, I’m cumming!” I cried.

He didn’t stop. He sucked harder until I exploded, flooding his mouth with my juices. He drank every drop, licking me clean like a man who had finally surrendered to the devil.

When he finally pulled back, his lips and chin were shiny with my arousal. He stood up, towering over me, and quickly unbuttoned his cassock.

His cock sprang free, thick, long, veiny, and rock hard. The head was already leaking precum.

“You wanted this?” he asked, voice dangerous. “You wanted your priest’s cock?”

“Yes, Father,” I whimpered, reaching for it. I stroked his heavy shaft, loving how it throbbed in my hand. “I’ve wanted it for so long. Please… bless me with it.”

He grabbed my hair and pulled me forward. “Then worship it.”

I opened my mouth eagerly and took him in. He was so thick I could barely wrap my lips around him. I sucked him sloppily, bobbing my head, drooling all over his cock as I tried to take him deeper.

Father Hillary groaned, fucking my mouth with controlled thrusts. “Such a talented little whore for a nun,” he praised, pushing deeper until I gagged. “That’s it. Choke on your priest’s dick.”

Tears ran down my cheeks, but I kept sucking him as my salvation depended on it. I massaged his balls and looked up at him with innocent eyes while my mouth was full of cock.

He suddenly pulled me off, breathing raggedly. “I need to fuck you.”

He lifted me like I was a parcel of holy communion, turned me around, and bent me over the wooden partition.

He shoved my habit up to my waist, ripped my red panties down my thighs, and rubbed his thick cock against my dripping entrance.

“Forgive me, Lord,” he muttered, then slowly penetrated me gently.

“Yeahhhh… like that,” I sobbed. The stretch was intense, he was bigger than I imagined, filling me.

Father Hillary didn’t give me time to adjust, he gripped my hips and started pounding me hard, his balls slapping against my clit with every deep stroke.

“So tight… so fucking tight,” he groaned. “Your pussy is gripping me like it was made for sin.”

“Harder, Father! Fuck me harder!” I begged, pushing back against him. “Punish your dirty little sister. I’ve been such a bad girl.”

He spanked my ass hard, the sound echoing in the confessional. “You like seducing priests? You like blackmailing me with my sins?”

“Yes! I love it!” I moaned loudly. “I love your cock destroying my pussy.”

He reached around and rubbed my clit furiously while railing me. The confession booth creaked under the force of his thrusts. I was losing my mind with pleasure.

He suddenly pulled out, spun me around, and lifted me onto the small table. He spread my legs wide and drove back inside me, fucking me face-to-face.

“Look at me while I fuck you,” he ordered. “Look at your priest while he damns you.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. Our mouths crashed together in a filthy, desperate kiss. He sucked on my tongue while pounding me mercilessly.

“I’m going to cum inside you, Gemma,” he growled against my lips. “I’m going to fill this sinful cunt with my seed.”

“Yes, Father! Cum in me. Let me have your seed. Please!”

He fucked me faster, harder, until we both shattered. I came violently around his cock, screaming his name as my pussy spasmed.

With a deep, guttural groan, Father Hillary buried himself to the hilt and exploded. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded my womb. He kept thrusting through his orgasm, pumping every drop deep inside me.

We stayed locked together, panting, sweating, and trembling, he rested his forehead against mine, still buried inside me.

“This can never happen again,” he whispered.

I smiled wickedly and clenched my pussy around his softening cock. “We both know that’s a lie, Father.”