She came to confess. They came inside her. Repeatedly.
Extreme religious kink • confessional sex • breeding priests • blasphemy • 24 complete chapters • 18+
She knelt, skirt riding high, and whispered, “I fucked my professor on the altar of my old school chapel.” Father Luca’s cock was out before she finished the sentence, shoving through the lattice into her waiting mouth while he gasped the Act of Contrition.
Next week he dragged her into the booth, bent her over the kneeler, and fucked her raw while she kept confessing every new sin — each thrust a “Hail Mary,” each spank an “Our Father,” until he filled her cunt and made her lick the mess off his cassock.
The older priest demanded she sit on his face in the reconciliation room. She rode his tongue while he ate last week’s cum out of her, moaning Latin into her clit until she squirted all over his vestments.
Four trembling 22-year-olds, newly ordained. She lined them up in the sacristy, made them watch each other lose their virginity to her cunt and ass, then swallow every load they pumped into her.
Easter vigil. Church empty. Twelve priests took turns on the marble altar — some still in chasuble, some naked — breeding her one after another while bells rang and candles dripped wax on her tits.
He flew in from Rome, expecting scandal. Left three days later with her cum drying on his pectoral cross and her name carved into his thigh.
The Vatican declared her a living saint of the new church. Every cathedral now has a Booth #9 replica. Pilgrims travel thousands of miles to kneel and receive her “blessing” — mouth, cunt, or ass, no absolution required.