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Do not read if you are not old enough to view erotic content, easily offended, uncomfortable with human bodily functions, or hold a fundamentalist view on religion. Oh, and happy Mayan calendar rollover day!

Music Lover's Alert: "Give Me A Reason To Love You" by Portishead works as good background music for this just to set the mood. If any other songs pop into your head while reading this or other chapters, please let me know! I'm constantly looking for new music and it helps inspire me.

Chapter 14 Penance

Father John approached his door nervously, wondering if he would be able to get in or if the girl from the confessional had run away with his key. Not wanting to be caught absent from his duties, he had stayed in the confessional for two hours after she left, scolding himself for being so foolish and quick to act. He took a deep breath and turned the doorknob slowly. It opened easily.

"Joan?" he called softly.

No answer

John cautiously entered his apartment, expecting to find his key beside an apologetic note on the coffee table. Instead, he found an angel sleeping in his armchair. Father John gasped. She was far younger and more beautiful than he had dared to hope she would be. Her long, curly dark auburn hair cascaded around her smooth, heart-shaped face. Her full lips were slightly parted as she breathed evenly and peacefully. A hand with long, slender fingers pointed at a magazine that lay on the floor beside her.

Father John approached her slowly, not wanting to disturb her. She looked like she belonged in that chair and he was the intruder. Still, he could not resist drawing nearer. He found himself hovering over her, his lips only centimeters from hers. Do I dare? He thought. In a moment of resolve, he closed the gap between them, pressing his lips to hers.

Deep in sleep, Joan felt something cut off her air supply and opened her mouth wider only to find something better than air. She wrapped her lips around it, savoring the warmth and novel texture of the object. Her body adjusted to the odd sensations by incorporating them into her dreams and breathing through her nose.

Joan found herself back in college, sitting on Trevor's lap as she had once sat on Tímo's lap. This was different, though. Trevor held her firmly and securely, as if he was assuring her that he would never let her go. Then, out of nowhere came Sean. Sean stroked her lips with his fingers, sending explosions of pleasure through her body. Trevor continued to hold her securely, and this served to feed the fire she felt building in her core. Joan kissed Sean with more force than she had ever kissed anyone and felt bristles. Wait, bristles? Sean doesn't have bristles!

Joan's eyes shot open, and she saw a strange man's face so close to hers that her eyes could not focus on it properly. However, she knew instantly that it did not belong to Tímo or Trevor or Sean. Disoriented, her vocal cords produced a short, high-pitched sound that would have come out as "eep" if she had full control over her tongue and lips.

The man drew away from her quickly and blubbered some sort of apology. Joan stared silently at him while incoherent words spewed out of his mouth. He could not be older than thirty-five, and his lean face sported a dark goatee that made him look robustly handsome. His hair was moderately short, and also very dark, crowning his head with a certain air of dignity that could never be erased no matter what foolish words he uttered.

In a move to quiet him, Joan eased forward and slipped her arms around his neck. Then, she pulled his face close to hers for another, fully conscious kiss. With her lips, she expressed all of the passions that she had denied ever since she lost contact with Tímo. Father John tasted vaguely like a hot tamale, and once she got a nibble, she craved more.

Joan drew her fingers along the stiff collar of Father John's Franciscan habit, trying to figure out how to remove the garment. John caught her right wrist with his left hand and drew it away from his neck. Then, he tugged on a cord at his waist with his free hand until it was loose. After that, he guided her hands to the proper place where she could assist him in removing his clothes. He helped her slide the habit over his head, revealing a plain fitted T-shirt tucked into a pair of blue jeans.

Joan could hardly believe how ruggedly sexy the priest looked without his uniform. His physique rivaled that of any professional Kalvin Clein underwear model, and Joan could not help but reach out and feel his abs to find out if they really were as hard and firm as they looked.

"Now Joan, let's not rush things," he said playfully, grabbing her hands and preventing them from probing below his waist.

Joan stared at John with a pleading, begging lust swirling in the little gold flecks that rimmed her blue eyes. "Father John, please!"

"Please what?"

"Please banish this burning desire from my soul."

Father John kissed her again in a soft, patronizing way that caused Joan to squirm in her chair. "You realize that there is only one place for it to cum out, right?"

"Yes, John, yes! Just help me, please!" Joan insisted.

Father John let go of Joan's hands and brought his own down to her lap. He swiftly undid her jeans and pulled them down about thirty centimeters along with her panties. Joan pressed her back against the chair and lifted her hips, making the task easy for him. At the same time, she lifted her shirt over her head, revealing a simple white bra.

Father John grinned when he saw her hard, excited nipples straining against the thin fabric of her snowy bra. "Are you sure you're not a virgin?" he asked as he slid his hand between her legs.

Joan gasped when she felt the tips of his fingers brush against her clitoris. Tímo had touched her there, but not quite in the same way. "For you, I am," she uttered quickly.

John stroked her a little more firmly, but continued to tease her. Joan began to squirm and moan in the chair, begging him with her lustful glittering eyes to take it all the way.

John stopped for a moment and placed a finger over her lips. "Shh… I do have neighbors, you know."

"Sorry. It's just that you're so good. Do you do this often?"

"No. I just read a lot about it when I was a teenager. That was before I joined the order and my internet services started being monitored. So, how would you like to take this to the bedroom?"

"It's OK. I'm comfortable here."

"Yeah, but I'm not. Plus, your juices… the bed will be easier to clean."

Joan noticed for the first time that she already felt wetter than she had ever felt in her entire life. If this man lived up to his word-and Joan was starting to believe that he would-there was no telling how much more fluid she might expel. "All right, let's go!" Joan agreed at last.

Before she could move, Father John scooped her up bridal-style and carried her into a small room with a tiny bed. Other than a few religious trinkets, the room was barren of any decorations. However, Joan was not looking at the room; she was looking straight into John's soft brown eyes.

John laid Joan down on the little bed, and she eagerly reached for the buckle on his belt. This time, John let her remove it as he ran his fingers through her luxurious dark auburn curls.

Joan pulled down John's jeans and kicked her own off her ankles. A handsomely large member appeared before Joan's face. For a moment, she was intimidated by its massive sixe, but quickly assured herself that she could enjoy it without attempting to fit it inside her. Besides, she had not brought any protection and she had rejected the condoms her friends tried to give her several years ago.

Joan gripped John's penis with both hands and stroked it cautiously. John kissed her softly on the forehead, and then whispered in her ear, "Do you do this often?"

"No," Joan whispered back.

"It shows," John replied with a smile. He leaned over briefly and took a bottle of aloe vera gel out of a drawer by his bed. "Here. Lube me up, then give it all you've got. Do it like you mean it."

Joan took the bottle and did as she was told, squirting a liberal amount of gel onto John's manhood. Then, she slipped her hands around it and played with it. She found it challenging to maintain control of it, but also a lot of fun. It reminded her vaguely of an exercise that Sean had conducted with all of the teams at Rakitan Industries to help them increase their hand-eye coordination.

After several minutes, John squeezed Joan's shoulders and said, "Wait! I forgot something!" Joan gave John a questioning look, but let go of his penis. Before she could blink, John grabbed a paper towel out of the drawer and wrapped it around his cock. "OK. Continue."

Joan placed her hand over the paper towel and continued as before, and after just a few seconds it twitched under her grasp and she felt a little goo seeping through the paper towel.

"Oh God!" he said as he grabbed a second and third paper towel to soak up everything. Joan let go of his penis and let him take care of it himself. Once finished, he collapsed on the bed beside her.

Joan looked down at him awkwardly for a few seconds. Did I really just make a priest cum? She wondered. Then, she decided that it really didn't matter and snuggled up to him. She put her ear against his chest and listened to his rapid heartbeat slow to a more steady, contented beat. However, she was still not satisfied.

After letting him recover for a few minutes, she said, "John, I still have that demon inside of me."

"You want me to get it out?"

"Yes! please!"

John grabbed several more paper towels and started stroking her again. Joan suppressed her moans of pleasure by sucking on his earlobe.

"Hey! If you're going to do that, do it somewhere where it won't show."

"Sorry," Joan said before switching to his shoulder.

The priest dipped a finger into her and Joan felt that her whole body was on fire. She lifted one leg over his hip so that he could have more room for a second finger, and he took it. She felt the appendages fill her and closed her eyes, reveling in every wave of pleasure that he sent through her body. He continued to pleasure her for several minutes until her juices gushed forth.

Joan panted and gasped while John meticulously cleaned up everything.

"All you all right?" Father John asked.

"Better than all right. I needed that. Wow!" she said.

Father John chuckled. "Glad I could be of service. Will you be back for more?"

Joan thought of her people back home and blushed. Despite what she had learned through her confession, a wave of guilt washed over her. What if the priest was just seducing me to learn more about my secret society? No that can't be. He has as much to lose as I do if anyone ever found out about our intimate time together. Maybe even more. It would take some time to sort through these new emotions. "I… I don't know. You're so far from me that I don't know how often I'll get the chance to come out and see you. I just can't say for sure right now."

John kissed her forehead. "That's all right. Hey, let's shower before you go. I could get in trouble if anyone smells you on me."

There was barely enough room for both of them in John's tiny shower, but they managed to fit somehow. The water felt warmly refreshing as it washed their bodies clean. Father John's helping hands soothed her troubled soul as they slowly lathered her body with soap and she returned the favor. When at last they were clean and had redressed, John kissed Joan goodbye expecting never to see her again, but hoping that he would.

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