SQUIRT SHOTS

DIRTY CONFESSION (4): FORGIVEN BY THE TWO FATHERS

I froze, Father Ren’s thick c**k buried deep in my ass.

My heart slammed against my ribs as Father Elias stepped inside, his sharp eyes taking in the entire scene — me bent over the altar completely naked, Ren’s c**k stretching my asshole, Sister Veronica’s fingers still buried in my p***y, and Sister Marg’s breasts pressed against my back.

“Well, well,” Father Elias said, his voice smooth but laced with dark amusement. “I see the great Father Ren is conducting his usual… thorough confessions.”

Ren didn’t pull out. Instead, his grip on my hips tightened possessively and he gave one slow, deliberate thrust into my ass, making me moan loudly despite myself.

“Get out, Elias,” Ren growled, voice low and dangerous. “This is a private penance.”

Elias closed the door behind him and locked it, never taking his eyes off me. “Private? The entire corridor could hear her moaning your name. And from what I saw the other night, she moans just as loudly for me.”

My face burned with shame. I tried to move, but Ren held me firmly in place, his c**k still pulsing inside my stretched asshole.

“You… you followed me?” I whispered, voice shaking.

Elias stepped closer, his eyes roaming over my body — the way my breasts hung heavy, the sweat on my skin, and the obscene sight of Ren’s thick shaft disappearing between my ass cheeks.

“I didn’t have to follow you,” Elias replied. “I could smell the sin on you from across the cathedral. You reek of him.” He smiled coldly at Ren. “Did you f**k her ass again tonight? How noble of you.”

Ren finally pulled out of me with a wet sound. c*m leaked from my gaping asshole and mixed with the wetness running down my thighs.

He turned me around roughly so I was sitting on the edge of the altar, facing both priests.

“Tanya,” Ren said, his voice commanding. “Tell this intruder who you belong to during penance.”

I opened my mouth, but the words wouldn’t come. My eyes darted between them — Ren’s thick, angry c**k still glistening from my ass, and Elias’s elegant, long c**k already straining against his cassock.

“I… I don’t know,” I stammered, voice weak. “This is wrong. Both of you… I shouldn’t be here. I’m married. I came for forgiveness, not… not this.”

Elias chuckled softly and opened his cassock. His long c**k sprang free, hard and already leaking. “Yet here you are, holes dripping, begging to be used by holy men. Tell me, Tanya — did he make you c*m harder, or did my tongue worshipping your c*m-filled cunt feel better?”

Ren grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. “She doesn’t need your soft tongue. She needs a real c**k to drive the sin out.”

Before I could answer, Ren pushed me down to my knees in front of both of them. Their c***s stood inches from my face.

“Suck us,” Ren ordered. “And then we’ll let your body decide who cleanses you better.”

I hesitated, trembling with fear and overwhelming lust. “Please… someone might hear us. The sisters—”

Sister Marg smirked and stepped forward. “The sisters are enjoying the show.” She pushed my head toward Ren’s c**k first.

I opened my mouth and took Ren’s thick c**k between my lips, tasting my own ass on him. He groaned and pushed deeper into my throat. Elias moved closer and rubbed the head of his c**k across my cheek, smearing precum on my skin.

“Greedy little w***e,” Elias murmured. “Sucking the c**k that just f****d your ass while another priest waits his turn. Look at you.”

They took turns f*****g my mouth — Ren rough and deep, making me gag, Elias smoother but teasing, slapping my face lightly with his c**k whenever I focused too much on Ren.

Sister Veronica knelt beside me and whispered, “You look so beautiful like this, Tanya. Two holy c***s using you.”

The rivalry grew hotter. Every time I moaned louder around one, the other would push harder, trying to outdo his rival. My p***y throbbed painfully, dripping onto the stone floor.

“Enough,” Ren finally said, pulling me up. He bent me over the altar again and slammed back into my p***y in one brutal thrust. I cried out.

Elias moved in front of me, feeding his long c**k into my mouth. “Suck me while he f***s you. Compare us.”

Ren f****d me hard, his hips slapping loudly against my ass. “Her cunt is tighter than yours could ever make it,” he taunted Elias.

Elias gripped my hair and thrust deeper into my throat. “We’ll see how tight she feels when I take her ass next.”

The two priests used me like that for long minutes — one pounding my p***y, the other f*****g my mouth — arguing over me while I moaned helplessly between them. The sisters touched themselves and occasionally slapped my swinging breasts or pinched my n*****s.

I came violently, screaming around Elias’s c**k as Ren pounded me through it.

When I was still shaking, Ren pulled out and looked at Elias with pure challenge.

“Together then,” Ren said. “Let’s see if she can handle two holy c***s at once.”

I lay on the altar, dripping and trembling, when Father Ren looked at Father Elias with open contempt.

“This place is too small for the depth of her corruption,” Ren declared. “We take her to the Inner Sanctum.”

Elias scoffed. "Why inner sanctum? Let's go into my holy Chambers."

They began to argue again, but the sisters pulled me with them, still arguing the two had no choice than to follow us.

They dragged me through the hidden passage, Ren carrying me over his shoulder while Elias walked beside us, occasionally running his fingers through the c*m leaking down my thighs and smearing it over my skin. I was moaning softly the entire way.

The Inner Sanctum was a beautiful, forbidden chamber — warmer, darker, filled with ancient candles and a large circular marble platform draped in deep red cloth.

The moment we entered, the sisters took over, thier eyes glistening with jealousy probably because the fathers are fighting over my p***y or something else.

“Anoint the sinner,” Father Ren ordered, but Marg stayed back rolled her eyes and let Veronica left to take the oil.

Sister Veronica came back, she poured warm, fragrant oil all over my body while I lay on my back on the platform.

Marg joined in, and they massaged it into my breasts, my belly, my thighs, and between my legs, pushing slick fingers into my p***y and ass until I was shining and whimpering with need. But the jealous look on thier faces still evident and very concerning.

I looked up at both priests, eyes hazy with lust, not looking at the sisters. The human in me wanted to plead on thjer behalf but then, I shrugged. I came here for confession and they stay here all thier lives.

“Please… forgive me with your c***s, fathers. bless me with your holy cums." I begged with want and hot need. “I need both of you inside me. Your holy rivalry is what I deserve.”

The tension between Ren and Elias exploded, they said nothing to each other.

Ren climbed onto the platform first. He pushed my legs back and drove his thick c**k deep into my oiled p***y with one powerful thrust.

“Ahh— yes!” I cried out. “So thick… it breaks my sin open!”

Elias refused to wait his turn. He knelt beside us, oiled his long c**k, and pressed it against my swollen c**t, rubbing the head firmly back and forth over it while Ren f****d my p***y.

“Feel that?” Elias taunted Ren. “While you stretch her like a common w***e, I’m touching the very center of her lust. She’s going to c*m faster on my c**k than yours.”

Ren growled and started pounding me harder, his heavy balls slapping against me. “Her cunt is gripping *me*. This married hole already knows its true master.”

I was losing my mind. Ren’s thick c**k destroyed my p***y while Elias expertly rubbed and slapped his long c**k against my c**t in fast, slick strokes. The oil made everything slippery and intense.

“Both of you… both your c***s are forgiving me,” I moaned loudly, hips bucking. “Ren’s thickness is punishing my insides… Elias is attacking my soul through my c**t… Don’t stop competing!”

The rivalry grew vicious.

Every time Ren thrust deep, Elias would rub my c**t faster with his cockhead, trying to make me scream louder for him. They kept exchanging dark, jealous taunts above me.

“You f**k like a bull,” Elias sneered. “No finesse.”

“And you tease like a coward who can’t even enter her,” Ren shot back, slamming into me harder.

The sisters kept pouring more oil, rubbing it over my bouncing breasts and pinching my n*****s while the two priests used my body to battle for dominance.

The pleasure became unbearable.

“I’m going to c*m— I’m cumming on both your holy c***s!” I screamed.

My o****m hit like lightning. My p***y clamped violently around Ren’s c**k as I squirted all over Elias’s length. My whole body shook violently.

Ren came right after with a deep, angry groan, flooding my p***y with thick ropes of c*m. “Take my forgiveness, you greedy sinner.”

Elias stroked himself faster and erupted across my oiled breasts and stomach, painting me with long, heavy streaks of his seed while staring triumphantly at Ren.

I lay there gasping, covered in oil and fresh c*m, gently rubbing their mixed seed into my skin.

“Thank you…” I whispered breathlessly. “I feel so much more forgiven now.”

But the two priests were still glaring at each other with burning hatred, their c***s still hard, clearly far from satisfied.

A sister came in, bearing the Father's phone. She stopped at the scene but didn't say anything as Ren and Elias seemed to get thesame call at thesame time.

I looked at the sisters now touching each other, then, the fathers snapped at thesame time. "The Pope has landed?"