"Father," Joan whispered, "I don't think we're supposed to be doing this. I mean, isn't this a sin?"
"Shh, don't worry. I'm the priest. It's my job to give you spiritual guidance. Just follow my instructions and everything will be fine." His words brought her little comfort. "Now open your mouth.
Joan began to protest, "Father I don't ..."
However, the clever clergyman used that as a opportunity to shove his member between Joan's parted lips. The moist head slid over her tongue and towards the back of her mouth.
"Just remember Joan, it is better to give than to receive," he pontificated as he quoted the old Christian proverb.
Joan did not know what to do. She sat on the coffee table, stiff and motionless as Father Ben thrust his hips back and forth, pumping himself deeper into her mouth. The saltiness of the precum dripping from the head of his cock coated her tongue. Joan did not necessarily dislike the taste. But it was strange and unfamiliar to her.
"That's it," he panted as he gripped the sides of her head. He laced his fingers through her hair. "Just like a good little Catholic school girl. Obedient. Compliant. Doing what you're told."
Joan bristled somewhat at this comment. She had never considered herself to be "a bad girl." But she certainly never thought of herself as "obedient" or "compliant." She was much to strong willed to be described in such terms. And being an atheist, she certainly was not "a good little Catholic school girl." She did not even go to a Catholic school.
If Father Ben wanted a blow job, she was not going to just sit there passively as he fucked her face. She was going to show him what she was actually capable of. Joan reached around with both hands and grabbed onto Father Ben's buttocks. She sank her fingers into his flesh.
"Mmm ..." he purred as he stroked her hair. "Now you're getting the idea of how I want to be repaid for my services."
Joan bobbed her head back and forth in time with the thrusting of his pelvis. As his rod grazed the back of her throat, she dry heaved. But she refused to stop - she was on a mission. She had been so overwhelmed by the the ministrations of Father Ben's mouth and the pleasure it brought her. She wanted to try her best to impress him with her own oral abilities.
"You're really committed to paying what you owe me," he laughed as Joan tried her best to stifle her gagging.
Father Ben sped up the pumping of his hips as he began to urgently grunt. He was close. Joan knew it. Soon her debt would be repaid.
"That's it," he growled. "Take me deeper into you." Joan could feel his shaft on her tongue and the head of his cock invading her throat. "Let me in and drink my seed."
Drink his seed, Joan wondered. It was then she realized that he wanted her to swallow his cum. He wanted her to ingest his seamen. She had never done that before. And she was not particularly keen to try it. But she did not want to disappoint Father Ben. Especially not when she was so close to bringing him to orgasm.
Suddenly Father Ben began talking in a low voice. A much deeper voice than she had ever heard him speak with. And similar to the chanting at the beginning of the exorcism, he was speaking in a language that she did not recognize.
He pushed himself all the way down her throat. Grabbing onto the back of her head, he yanked her face towards him. Her nose was buried in the course dark hair, which covered him between his legs. She could feel his organ swell. It seemed to grow even wider and longer as it filled her throat and blocked her air way. Joan began to panic. She placed her hands on the front of his thighs and tried to push him away. But he would not relinquish his grip on the back of her head.
"Not yet, young lady," he snarled. "We're not quite finished."
How much bigger could his cock possibly get? The shear girth of his staff was pressing against the inside walls of her esophagus. Joan feared that she would pass out from the lack of oxygen.
Father Ben continued to chant in the strange language. As his incantations became louder and faster, he seemed to reach some sort of a crescendo. Suddenly his member began to pulsate.
Joan could feel a sharp burning in her throat as something spurted out of the tip of his phallus. The fluid made it's way down to her esophagus and into stomach where Joan could feel a fiery heat in her belly. As Father Ben's member continued to release searing hot liquid, Joan wondered if all men's seamen was this hot. She had certainly expected it to be warm. But she did not think that it would actually burn. As the clergyman continued to cum, Joan wondered if it was typical for a man to produce so much seminal fluid when ejaculating. As it drained down into her stomach, her belly rumbled from the introduction of such an unfamiliar liquid. She was worried that she might be sick.
Finally he let out a loud heavy groan. And the pulsing of his organ lessened and eventually ceased. As he exhaled, he seemed to whisper something. Joan could not quite make it out. It sounded similar to, "Ave Maria." But that was not exactly it. The second word he uttered began with an "S."
As he withdrew from her mouth, the head of his cock was dragged across her tongue and a streak of seamen was wiped against its surface. "AH!" Joan shrieked. It tasted like a combination of unbearably strong spices. It was as though jalapeno juice and black pepper had been rubbed all over her tongue. "Why is it so hot?"
"What? My cum? It's just come out of me," Father Ben explained as if Joan were daft. "It's warm because of my body heat."
