Oh...you were already soooo hard. We've been thinking about you all morning. Scheming, planning....whispering to each other. DYING for absolution. So we cornered you in the quiet parish rec room, pushing you down into your chair. She got underneath the table in front of you to pull your pants down as I unbuttoned and unzipped them from above. Then she quickly came to sit in her chair so that we were flanking you on either side. I whispered for you to close your eyes. She uncapped the bottle of lubricant and squirted some down onto your swollen cock. I held my hand out to her, and she squeezed a glob of the gel into my palm. Now we went to work.
With your eyes closed, if felt like a HUNDRED hands working up and down your shaft. The two of us worked at your swollen penis, squeezing up from the base...delicately dragging our nails across the tip and down the sides. She lowered her hands to massage your balls while I pulled upwards on the entire length of your cock alternating both hands in an increasing tempo. After a minute, she joined my efforts and with feathery light movements mixed with urgent tugs and squeezing from both of our eager hands we brought you to the edge of your climax over and over again....stopping just before allowing you to find the release you were seeking.
"Oh Father...forgive us for teasing you so. We only hope to make this quick encounter last a moment longer!" she whispered in your ear.
With this request for forgiveness, we renewed our fervent efforts once again. Slippery fingertips, grasping palms and delicate fingernails working patterns around your cock and balls once again brought you close to that heavenly edge.
"Isn't this soooo NAUGHTY, Father???" I whispered into your ear. "What we are doing is so very PERVERTED....why don't you cum for us, Father?"
And with those words, we did not relent this time. We moved our hands and fingers in tandom, squeezing and rubbing and massaging you to the screaming orgasm which wracked your body. We delighted in watching you try to keep from bellowing aloud and were thrilled to see the spurts of your hot cum coat our fingers and wrists.
As we watched you try to recover, pulling your pants up and wiping the sweat from your brow, we licked our fingers clean. We started to hear the slight noise of the evening mass worshipers as they began to enter the church. Kissing you on either side of your face we promised to be sure to come to your "Special Confessional" again very soon.