SQUIRT SHOTS

DIRTY CONFESSION (3): 69 WITH THE RIVAL FATHER

I hesitated even as Father Elias locked the confessional door.

My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears. “Father Elias… this is madness. I just came from confession with Father Ren. I’m still… I’m still full of his c*m. This is wrong. What if he finds out? What are you really trying to do?”

He turned to me, those sharp dark eyes gleaming in the faint candlelight filtering through the lattice. “Exactly that, Tanya. I want to taste what he left inside you. Ren thinks he can claim every lost soul with his c**k and a few harsh commands. But I can do it better and deeper, cleansed… not just used.”

I stepped back until my back hit the wooden wall. “I shouldn’t. I’m married. This is already too far. I came here for penance, not… not this.”

Elias stepped closer, his voice low and persuasive. “Yet here you are, legs shaking, another priest’s seed running down your thighs. Don’t lie to yourself. You need this.”

He gently but firmly took my hand and guided me down onto the cushioned bench inside the confessional. “Lie on your back. Straddle my face. Let me show you.”

I was trembling as he lay down first. My mind screamed at me to leave, but my body was still buzzing and sensitive from Father Ren’s rough f*****g.

Slowly and nervously, I climbed over him, facing his lower body. I hiked my dress up again and lowered my dripping, c*m-filled p***y toward his mouth while his hard c**k stood right in front of my face.

The moment my soaked folds touched his lips, Father Elias groaned deeply and drove his tongue straight into me.

“Oh God…” I whimpered.

He licked hungrily, sucking and slurping Father Ren’s thick c*m from my p***y without shame.

“Mmm… he pumped so much into you,” he murmured against my c**t, his voice vibrating through me. “But I can taste you underneath it. You're so sweet. I’ll clean you better than he ever could.”

I moaned loudly despite myself and wrapped my hand around his c**k. It was long and beautifully shaped, the head already leaking.

I leaned down and took him into my mouth, sucking him slowly as he devoured me.

Elias pushed two fingers into my p***y while his tongue attacked my c**t in fast, expert circles.

He was relentless, almost competitive, licking and sucking out every drop Ren had left behind. The wet, obscene sounds of him eating another man’s c*m from me filled the small confessional.

“Father Elias… we shouldn’t— ahh!” I gasped around his c**k as he sucked hard on my c**t. “What if someone hears us?”

Instead of answering, he thrust his hips up, pushing more of his c**k into my mouth and f*****g my throat gently.

He pulled his mouth away just long enough to say, “Then they’ll know what a hungry little sinner you really are. Ren f***s you like an animal. I will worship this cunt until you forget his name.”

He dove back in, licking from my c**t all the way to my freshly f****d asshole, tasting everything.

His fingers curled inside me, stroking that sensitive spot while he moaned praises into my p***y.

The pleasure built fast and overwhelming. My thighs started shaking around his head.

I sucked him harder, bobbing my head and swirling my tongue, trying to make him feel as good as he was making me feel. His c**k throbbed in my mouth, salty and hot.

“That’s it,” he groaned between long licks. “Use your mouth while I cleanse you properly. c*m on my tongue, Tanya. Show me how much better I can make you feel than him.”

I couldn’t hold back. The combination of his wicked tongue, his fingers, and the sheer filth of the situation pushed me over the edge.

I came hard, grinding my p***y against his face while moaning loudly around his c**k.

My whole body shook as fresh wetness flooded his mouth.

Elias kept licking me through it, drinking everything until I was whimpering and oversensitive. Only then did he thrust deeper into my mouth and release with a low, satisfied groan.

Thick spurts of his c*m coated my tongue and throat. I swallowed as much as I could, the rest dripping down my chin.

We stayed like that for a moment, both of us breathing hard, my p***y still hovering over his glistening mouth.

Father Elias kissed my inner thigh softly. “See? Much better. Come back to me next time, Tanya. Ren doesn’t deserve this body.”

I climbed off him on shaky legs, my mind spinning with guilt, confusion, and fresh arousal. What had I just done?

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I didn’t sleep for two days.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Father Ren’s stern face as he buried himself in my ass, and then Father Elias’s hungry eyes staring up at me while he licked another man’s c*m from my p***y.

My body was in torment. My husband still ignored me, but now I had two priests fighting over my sins in my mind.

I told myself I wouldn’t go back. I prayed. I cried. I even tried to touch myself quietly at night to ease the ache, but it wasn’t enough.

On the third night, I found myself back at the cathedral.

Father Ren was waiting in the underground chapel again.

The candles were lit, the sister's were already there, naked this time, their bodies glowing in the soft light.

“You’re late,” Father Ren said, voice dark. “Remove your dress.”

I obeyed, standing completely naked before them. My n*****s were already stiff.

He didn’t waste time. He bent me over the altar and thrust into my p***y in one hard stroke, making me cry out.

“You still feel hungry,” he growled, f*****g me with deep, punishing strokes. “Did you touch yourself thinking of me?”

“Yes, Father…” I moaned.

Sister Veronica knelt beneath me and sucked on my c**t while Ren f****d me.

Sister Marg climbed onto the altar and fed me her breasts, pinching my n*****s hard as I sucked on them.

Ren suddenly pulled out and pushed the head of his c**k against my asshole.

“Beg for it.”

“Please… f**k my ass again, Father. Cleanse me deeper..”

He drove in. The stretch burned so good. He f****d my ass hard while Sister Veronica pushed three fingers into my p***y. I was shaking, drooling, completely lost when

the heavy door to the underground chapel suddenly opened....