The woman continued to swirl her tongue around his cock-shaft while she reached up and cupped his balls in her right hand. Slowly she rolled them from side to side while she bobbed her head back and forth, faster and faster on the chaplain's jerking cock.

"Unngh!" Chet screamed, stabbing his prick up farther into the warm, wet gripping cavity. He shoved his dick even farther down Anna's throat than before. She felt her lips brush against Chet's thick, wiry forest of crotch hair as drops of pre-cum oozed freely out of the man's expanding piss-slit.

"No! N-n-noooo! Easy, babe! I'm gonna come! Ohhhh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Anna felt the chaplain's cock swell in her mouth. She knew that was the sure sign that he was going to shoot his cum down into her gut. She could feel his balls jerking and jouncing in her hand, and knew that the jizz was boiling in his fuck-sac.

"Ohhhh!" Chet cried, jerking his mammoth dong out of Anna's hot, sucking mouth. "I'm not gonna blow off there, babe. Not by a long shot," he said, getting up and walking up to the altar.

"Where are you going?" Anna gasped out. She couldn't believe that he was going to leave her hanging like that. Her cunt was screaming for inches of hot prick-meat. What was he going to do now, say a mass?

"I'm going to make you blow off at both ends," Chet said as he reached over and pulled out a long tapered white candle from its holder on the altar.

"Ohhhh, noooo!" Anna wailed as she started to jump up to her feet.

"Easy, baby, you'll learn to like it," Chet said as he pushed her back down to the floor and dropped to his knees between her widely spread legs. "It's an old trick we learned in ministry school."

Some man of the cloth! Anna thought to herself as she felt Chet throw her legs back into the air.

"Now just relax that asshole of yours, and we'll both have a good time," Chet said huskily.