SQUIRT SHOTS

DIRTY CONFESSION(2): SECOND PENANCE

I slipped through the side door of the cathedral just after midnight, my heart hammering against my ribs.

My p***y was still sore and tender from the night before, yet it was already wet again, aching to be used.

Father Ren’s c*m had long dried on my skin, but I could still feel it's trace.

I felt different. Like I was forgiven for my sins.

Next day immediately after mass, I ran to the underground chapel which was dimly lit by dozens of candles.

Father Ren stood waiting in the center, tall and commanding in his black cassock.

Sister Marg and Sister Veronica flanked him, wearing only thin white shifts that did nothing to hide their hardened n*****s or the curves of their bodies.

“Lock the door behind you, Tanya,” Father Ren said, his voice low and firm.

I did as I was told, then walked forward on shaky legs.

“Tonight we go deeper into your penance,” he continued. “Your lust runs too deep for simple absolution. Kneel on the altar.”

I climbed onto the low stone altar and knelt. Father Ren stepped closer and lifted my dress himself, bunching it around my waist.

He made me straddle a thick, polished wooden phallus that had been mounted there.

The smooth head pressed against my entrance.

“Confess while you sink down on it,” he ordered.

I lowered myself slowly, gasping as the thick wood stretched me open. “Forgive me, Father… I couldn’t stop thinking about your c**k all day. I touched myself twice before coming here…”

He pushed my hips down harder until I was fully impaled, the carved c**k buried deep inside me. I moaned loudly.

Sister Veronica moved between my spread thighs and began licking my c**t in slow, wet strokes while I rode the wooden shaft.

Sister Marg stood behind me, reaching around to pull my dress down and free my heavy breasts. She squeezed them roughly, pinching my n*****s until I cried out.

“More,” Father Ren demanded. “Tell me every filthy thought.”

“I… I imagined you f*****g me in front of the entire congregation,” I gasped, rolling my hips. “I imagined your c*m leaking out of me while I received communion…”

Father Ren opened his cassock, his thick c**k already rock hard and leaking.

He stroked it slowly as he watched Sister Veronica’s tongue work on me.

“Her cunt is dripping down the wood, Father,” Sister Veronica murmured against my p***y. “She’s soaking it.”

“Prepare her other hole,” Father Ren commanded. “Her sin lives there too.”

Sister Veronica moved her tongue lower, licking around my tight asshole while I kept riding the wooden c**k.

The sensation made my eyes roll back. Sister Marg slapped my breasts lightly, then harder, making them bounce as she twisted my n*****s.

I was shaking, close to the edge already.

Father Ren finally stepped forward. “Stand up. Bend over the altar.”

I obeyed on trembling legs. He positioned himself behind me and rubbed the fat head of his c**k up and down my soaked p***y before pressing it against my ass.

“This is where true cleansing begins,” he growled.

He pushed forward slowly. I cried out as the thick head stretched my asshole open.

It burned, but the pain quickly melted into dark pleasure. Inch by inch, he worked his c**k deeper into my ass while Sister Veronica reached under me and rubbed my c**t in fast circles.

“Take every inch, Tanya. Offer your forbidden hole to God’s servant.”

When he was finally buried to the hilt, I was panting and moaning uncontrollably.

He started f*****g my ass with long, deep strokes, each one harder than the last. Sister Marg climbed onto the altar in front of me, spread her legs, and pulled my face into her wet p***y.

“Lick her while I f**k you,” Father Ren ordered, pounding me harder.

I licked and sucked Sister Marg’s c**t desperately as Father Ren f****d my ass without mercy.

Sister Veronica kept rubbing my c**t and occasionally pushed two fingers into my empty p***y, making me feel impossibly full.

The pleasure built fast and brutal. My moans were muffled in Sister Marg’s cunt as I came hard, my asshole clenching around Father Ren’s thick c**k. I screamed into her p***y as my whole body shook.

Father Ren didn’t stop. He f****d me through it, growling, “This married ass belongs to the Church now.”

He pulled out suddenly, spun me around, and pushed me onto my back on the altar. Sister Veronica straddled my face this time while Father Ren thrust back into my p***y in one hard stroke. He f****d me deep and fast, his balls slapping against me.

“Beg for my holy seed,” he demanded.

“Please, Father Ren… c*m inside me. Fill this sinful married p***y. Breed me with your sacred c*m…”

He groaned loudly and buried himself to the hilt.

I felt his c**k pulse as thick ropes of hot c*m flooded deep inside me. The sensation pushed me into another shaking o****m.

When he finally pulled out, c*m leaked from my stretched holes. The two sisters licked me clean, their tongues fighting over every drop that dripped from my p***y and ass.

Father Ren stroked my cheek almost tenderly. “You took your penance well tonight, Tanya. Your holes are learning obedience. Go now… quietly. Come back in two days for the final rites”

I nodded weakly, my legs barely able to hold me as I fixed my dress. “Thank you, father.”

My p***y and ass were both throbbing and leaking his thick c*m down my thighs. I felt filthy, used, and strangely satisfied.

I slipped out of the underground chapel and moved carefully through the dark corridor toward the side exit, trying to stay silent.

My heart was still racing when I turned a corner and suddenly collided with a tall figure.

Strong hands caught my arms to steady me.

Father Elias.

He was younger than Father Ren, with sharp, handsome features and intense dark eyes that seemed to see right through me.

The rivalry between him and Father Ren was well-known in the cathedral — they barely spoke.

His nostrils flared as he took in my messy hair, flushed face, swollen lips, and the unmistakable scent of s*x.

His gaze dropped to the shiny trail of c*m running down my inner thighs.

“You’ve just come from him, haven’t you?” he said quietly, voice smooth but edged with something darker. “From Ren.”

I stepped back quickly, panic rising. “Father Elias… I—I should go. Please, excuse me.”

He didn’t let me pull away. Instead, he stepped closer, backing me gently against the stone wall.

“Why are you running, child?” His voice was low, almost hypnotic. “I can smell what he did to you. I can see how he left you leaking like a used w***e. Did he tell you he was cleansing you?” A faint, mocking smile touched his lips. “I could do it better…. he's just an old fet grump.”

My cheeks burned with shame. “This… this isn’t right. I shouldn’t be here with you. Father Ren said—”

“Father Ren is arrogant,” Elias cut in softly. “He thinks he owns every sinner who walks through these doors. But I’ve watched you. I’ve seen the way you look during Mass. You need proper guidance… not just rough f*****g and empty prayers.”

I shook my head, trying to gather my thoughts even as fresh heat pooled between my legs. “No… I can’t. This is wrong. I have to leave. Someone might see us.”

Elias leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. “You’re already dripping another priest’s c*m. Do you really think you can hide what you are tonight?” His hand brushed lightly over my hip. “Come with me. Just for a moment. Let me show you what real devotion feels like. Let me taste what he left behind… and wash it away properly.”

I hesitated, my body still buzzing from Ren’s brutal use. Part of me wanted to run. Another, darker part was curious… and aching.

“I… I don’t know,” I whispered, voice shaking. “What if he finds out? What are you even offering me?”

Father Elias smiled slowly and confidently.

“Now come.”

He took my wrist and pulled me gently but firmly into a small, private confessional on the far side of the cathedral, locking the heavy wooden door behind us.

Holy s**t! I'm Fuckin another priest?