Part 3 - Twenty statute mile

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It was Sunday sunrise and Church Father Everett Fontane had delivered a message about purity and the sins of the human body and reminded his followers how hard he had worked to rid Pristine Valley of the conspicuous sex craft and driven them to the repellant city.

Seated behind the chief priest was male parent Simon Dott who had been re-frocked and ordained as non-Christian priest in the vale just a few calendar week before. He watched the congregation ebullition over the hero that Fontane had become, yet wondered what uninformed parishioners would think if they knew that the serious Father was regularly getting blow job in his authority. Certainly some knew because Fontane had said that"anyone who should know, knows. We just don't go out broadcasting it ”.

In the commencement, Dott had nobly tried to nose gob in Fontane's unconventional philosophy, but the older priest had an answer for everything, including how it all fit neatly into gaps that existed in the vows of sexual abstention. His explanations were so concise and the temptations so enticing that Dott had not only lost the controversy, but also his will to refuse.

Dott had never made an consequence of Fontane's escapades because, since signing on as a counseling priest, he was getting stack of blow job himself.

When Fontane was through oral presentation, Dott followed him outside to greet smiling parishioners who dressed in their Sun best and seemed so wholesome. One could only wonder what perversions lurked in the wickedness of their homes, iniquities the chief priest wouldn't challenge as long as they remained hidden.

Fontane hugged tyke, shook hands, embraced mothers, and seemed to know everyone by name. Dott greeted the few that he had met in his unforesightful halt in the vale and his face soared when the parents of two of his shit approached. They knew their Logos were regularly blowing him yet they acted as if nil was unusual.

"Only in Pristine vale,"he murmured as they walked away.

A woman with Wave of bouncy blond hairsbreadth and a white-hot summertime wearing apparel, and a younger female child who looked similar, approached Fontane. The woman wrapped her arms around the senior priest and gave him a full, frontal hug. When she stepped away, the younger girl hugged him the same.

While they talked, the younger girl stood before Fontane and he ran his hands over her shoulders and leaned forward to kiss the fille's head.

How Biden-esque, Dott chuckled.

"Come here you two,"Fontane said."Want you to come across someone."He led them to Dott and said,"This here is our new priest, male parent Herbert A. Simon Dott. beginner, this is my niece Hayden and her daughter Dana."

The cleaning woman extended her handwriting with a smile.

Despite the whoreson in his new life sentence, Dott still had an eye for pretty female child and both of them were looker. He just hoped his rising hold wasn't obvious.

The woman turned to Fontane and said,"Uncle Everett, you MUST come by. You haven't been out to see us for much too long and you simply must !"

"Yes I know,"Fontane replied."It's a bit of a campaign and I've been form of tied up what with all the counseling and getting don Dott started."

"fountainhead, that's no excuse !"she protested with a mock-pout."I insist you come and see us. Tonight. I'll fix a neat dinner ! Besides, you can't say me that your appointee are more important than us !"

"You're right. Of course."

"Good ! Come by at 4pm so we can trip up up on lost fourth dimension,"she said before they departed.

When the terminal of the parishioners left, Dott asked,"Everett, is there ... is there something going on ?"

"Going on ?"

"Well yes. When Hayden said she wanted to bewitch up on lost sentence, she winked."

"So ?"

"I don't know, just thought it seemed a slight coy."

"You don't think I'm messin'with my niece, do you ? Hell Simon Zelotes, I told you I never broke a unity contribution of the vow of sexual abstention. So no, I'm NOT fucking my niece, I'm not messing with my niece, and I'm not involved with my niece. What do you think I am, some variety of dissimulator ?"

"Never creative thinker. Of form you aren't."

Still, as mid-morning became late afternoon, Herb Simon Dott struggled to get those idea out of his school principal and he had to because it wasn't fair to have such suspiciousness when he knew that Fontane had said he disapproved of incest.

Dott needed a distraction but Sundays didn't commonly have naming and he wasn't the form of man who would peck up a phone and call one of his counselling families and ask them to bring their boy to suck his dick. Instead, he went to his quarters, pulled the shades, and engaged in a wonderfully successful hr of masturbation.

It was nearly 9pm when headlight flashed across his shaded window and he heard the familiar tweet of Fontane's remote car locks. He felt hangdog for his earliest conversation with the man. He dressed quickly and went to the hall.

Fontane was just putting his key into the lock of his threshold when Dott called out,"Everett, I ... I just want to say that I'm sorry for what I said earlier."

Fontane seemed bright ; almost jolly. He smiled and shook his gray forefront."No pauperism to be apologizin'Dott. Been a great day so no pauperization to be stirrin'up settled water."

"O.K.. Well, as long as everything is all right between us."

"All right ? Hell yes. Fact, why don't you come on in and we'll sip some Jack Daniel and talk for awhile."

He poured each of them a small shabu of liquor, kicked off his shoes, and put his feet on a low table. They talked for some prison term before Dott asked the older priest how his visit with his household had gone.

"Very well. Yes. Very well. I really should get out there more often. Dana really does want a lot more counseling."

“'counseling'?"Dott blurted."You can't mean ..."

Fontane laughed and his head nodded."Yes Simon, I do signify that."

Dott was aghast."Are you telling me that you let that girl suck you off ?"

"Yup. Exactly what I'm saying. You got a problem with it ?"

"I can't consider this. Yes, I have a problem with it. You said yourself that our vows specifically say we're not to accept any form of suggest contact with females yet you let your wondrous niece suck your dick ! There's no way you can apologise that !"

"Ha-ha. Well, I sure ain't surprised to hear the cynical Church Father Dott say that."

"Cynical ? ! ? Father-God Fontane, you said you never broke a I voice of the vow of celibacy, yet now I find out you've been sticking your dick in the back talk of a girl !"

"Oh Simon, you are quite a worrier aren't you ? Yes, I've been gettin'my dick sucked by that miss, but maybe you don't know what you don't know."

"Suppose you enlighten me then."

Fontane pulled his feet from the board and leaned closer.

"What you don't know, Herbert Alexander Simon,"the man said, seeming to savor his associate's suffering,"is that pretty lady friend ain't my princely niece."

"You said she was."

"Her name ain't Dana either."

"What are you talking about ?"

After a draught of intoxicant, Fontane said,"Because Paul Simon, her name is Daniel."

"Book of Daniel ?"

"Yup. She's a boy. So, looks like I can't be gettin'my dick sucked by a young woman, now can I ?"

Dott's brain clanged with a 100 doubtfulness all at one time.

"Th ... That's a boy ?"

"Sure is. Dresses up pretty nice, don't you think ?"

"I ... I can't believe it."But, what sire Simon Dott mostly could not believe was how he had gotten an instant erection at the first sight of what he thought was a girl only to now learn that"she"was actually a boy.

"If you don't believe it, I'll get her birth certificate."

"This is ... This is half-baked !"

"Naw, ain't crazy. It's Pristine Valley,"Fontane laughed.

"But still, she's ... I mean he's -- -"

“'She ’,"Fontane corrected."He's a she and she needs to be addressed that way."

"But still, ‘ she's'related to you and I thought you despised incest."

"Simon, Neil Simon, Herb Simon, we've talked about this. Remember ? If it ain't sex, it ain't sin and bj's ain't sex. So no, I didn't have sex with a relative. Happy now ?"

There just was no arguing with the man. He was either the most clever and timeserving Dott had ever met, or the most delusional. While his upper berth head couldn't decide between the two, his dispirited straits was nodding. Imagine having that cunning face and bouncy blonde hair bobbing in your lap.

"But let me tell you, It ain't all what it seems,"Fontane said."There's problems. That's the understanding I don't go out there more. Been meaning to peach to you about it."

"How could there be problems with a boy ... I mean, girl ... like that ?"

Fontane poured Sir Thomas More pot liquor and brushed his hand through his cotton candy-like hair."She wants to be More of a girl and ‘ cuz of that, she wants to take cock deep as girls do. That ain't my thing. But you ... you love them deepthroat eccentric. So I been thinkin'of telling Hayden that her girl needs someone else, someone like you. Bet you'd dearest to stick your pecker in that pretty little sassing, wouldn't you ?"

"Who ... who wouldn't ?"

"Well then, tomorrow could be your golden day, but only if you promise to do it ongoing, not some erstwhile matter. Think you could do that ?"

"I ... I ... yes !"

"Thought so. But listen, don't you go wankin'off tonight thinkin'about it ‘ cuz I plan to call Hayden and tell her you'll be there at 10am. Trust me boy, you're gon na need all the toughness you can get."

"But, no mother would put her son ... I mean daughter ... with a complete stranger."

"Of track they would, St. Simon. We're priests, not perverts."

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Father Neil Simon Dott hardly noticed the twenty-mile crusade to Hayden's rural home because his idea were so consumed with anticipation. His nerves jangled as he knocked on her door and only eased slightly when she smiled and gave him a nonchalant hug.

"Well Father Dott, my uncle Everett says all the justly thing about you. But, let's sit and lecture for a few moments."

She motioned Dott toward a lounge while she sat opposite in an elegant colonial chair.

"You DO know, why you are you here, don't you ?"

"Father Fontane explained things."

"Then, tell me. assure me why you are here."

"I ... He ... He said I'm to assist Dana with counseling."

Hayden laughed."Yes. counselling. And that means cocksucking, doesn't it ?"

Dott was taken aback by her outspokenness. He shrugged. `` I ... suppose. ``

"So, you just motor twenty sea mile because someone told you that my daughter would nurse your dick."

He wondered if he had fallen into some variety of police con game and would soon see cuffs and cameras.

"Of course you did. Admit it because I don't want to bring Dana out and then have to separate her there was a mistake. I'm sure you understand. Say it !"

"Okay, yes. I drove twenty stat mi to ... because Father Fontane said your daughter would ... would soak up my cock."

Hayden smiled and her head shook."You DO realize how cheap that sounds. But, very well then."She yelled at the hall behind her and Dana appeared and was reintroduced to the priest.

"Father Dott, you make sure as shooting you take good care of my girl, if you know what I mean. Do your ‘ counseling in her room and Dana, don't answer the door until I get back. Who knows what kind of degenerate are lurking out there ?"

'' Y ... You're leaving ?"Dott asked.

"Yes. I'm nearly late for a meeting at the grange."

How bat-crazy were people of the Valley ? He had just admitted that he drove twenty nautical mile to put his penis in her daughter's mouthpiece, yet she was leaving !

He heard a schoolgirlish representative say,"seed on !"as Dana took him by the manus and led him to a bedroom that was mostly tap and lace and satiate fauna. The"girl"was on her knees in seconds and cooing,"Oooo, I think I'm gon na like you !"Her script grazed the front end of his black pants, then squeezed his already-hard putz.

She fumbled with his zipper and worked it opened while he looked down at her pretty face and the rapids amid rivers of thick, blond hair. She couldn't be a boy, could she ? But, did he really want to find out just then ? If she truly was a girlfriend, then he would be breaking his vows. But then, if everyone was lying, it wouldn't be his fault.

Besides, that juicy mouth was right there -- -right in front of him ! -- -and there was no way he would leave that house until he guided his pleasure-seeking missile right into those fat lips !

"Ooooo, I like,"the girl swooned. Her eye never left his dig while her fingers gently stroked.

She stroked for a few sec longer before her perfect sassing came to it and pushed over the tip and then over the head and Dott's genu nearly gave way. She pushed again and began moving slowly forward and back and forward and back. Her backtalk was so diffuse and Fatherhood Herbert Alexander Simon Dott could not believe he was watching a pretty"girl"down on her stifle and sucking the stiffest hard-on he could think back.

"Oh yeah, Dana,"he muttered."suck !"

If her fingers had felt purely magical then her rima oris felt purely mystic. His cock jerked from her slow, soft, passionate sucking with a mouth that was altogether snugged to his cock.

"Do ... Do you like that, Dana ?"he asked after his thought process reminded him that this was a ministry to the needy.

The girl hummed and her brain moved slightly up and down.

He closed his eye and basked in the glorification of her dessert, cocksucking mouth. He loved the feeling as it crawl forward and back and his rock-hard rooster absorbed every star.

It was so sleazy ; so wickedly demented. In a rural portion of the immaculate Pristine Valley, a untried girl was in her sleeping room, on her knee joint, purring with Passion, and performing unwritten sex on a priest.

Her mother knew. His genus Bos knew. Both had given their blessing.

She was better than all of those char who had turned him down in life and even better because she sucked like a cocksucking boy because, well, that's what she was.

He felt the rush of coming and quickly pulled her head back.

"Danu ... I ..."He needed a few secondment to tuck himself."Everett said you want to be more of a girl. To ... To discover to take it deep."

Her oculus were simmering."Mmmmm, yes, but not now."

"But, I can ... you know ... help. That's why we do counseling."

"No,"she cooed."Not today. Today I want to lactate !"

"But ... I mean -- -"

"No founder Dott. I want you to sit in my comfy chairwoman and let me suck up until you cum in my oral cavity, like I do my cracking uncle."

The persona of her sucking Fontane's rooster was disturbing but it was also disturbingly hot.

"Why not now ?"he asked.

"Because, if I suck on your cock, then it will like me. And, if you do it in my throat I won't get to swallow and I want to withdraw so that you know I like you. And, if I don't let you put it all the way in me, then I know you will derive back !"

She nudged him toward the chair and he was lost to her touch. His legs felt weak and he nearly fell. She was between his wooden leg in an minute and her oral cavity was around his pecker again and his head lay back against the chair and Dana's moist and occult mouth began caressing his wanton and needy hard-on.

She looked like a girl, talked like a girl, and acted like a daughter. She would fool anyone. He would foretell her a fille if she wanted. He would call her Dana if she insisted. He could call her anything as long as she didn't stop sucking until he got his testis off -- -for her welfare, of course.

Her head bobbed in long, even strokes. He didn't know for how yearn, but in time, she shortened the stroking and quickened her pace and she hummed more.

Dott's cock demanded he put his work force on her head and push and pull and thrust his hips in short-stroked unison. His breathing was coming in pant and his eubstance writhed and the fille kept sucking and together they worked for what they both wanted most.

His rib Cage rattled like earth tremors and his balls felt like clinch and his hips poking and he held her point and his body suspend and…

In the pink bedroom of a rural home, a local non-Christian priest ejaculated in a girl's mouth.

He shot spate after spate of spunk into her with such force that he knew he was decorating her tonsils. His entire body was shaking and his hands were gripping her foreland as he emptied his desperate balls right in the mouth of the girl-who-was-a-boy.

All too soon, it was over.

As the storm passed and calm began to settle in, his shaking physical structure ebbed to trembling and his pecker dwindled to half-hardness.

She slowly lifted her side to look at him. Her eye were bedazzle and her thick hair mussed. She opened her mouth to show the thick deposition of jizz that she had received. She ran her tongue through it and, with angelic eyes of a devil, her lips sealed, her pharynx bulged, and her lip reopened to show that she had swallowed it all.

Several minutes later, Father-God Dott stood with her on her look porch as they said good-bye.

A city block down that rural route, a neighbor boy had been making his way toward Dana's house. He hoped-upon-hope that this would be the day he would finally be able to kiss the girl of his dreams.

Yet, when he was within eye-shot, he stopped because he saw Danu standing at her front door talking to a non-Christian priest. The boy could hold slapped himself silly ! What was he thinking ? How could he dare take such indecent idea about a lady friend so arrant and a kinsperson so wholesome that priests regularly visited ? ! ?

He turned and walked away.

Sometimes, bad timing is a good thing.

Had the boy arrived minute earlier, Danu would not have answered the threshold. If the boy had looked for her through her sleeping accommodation window, he would have seen the girl of his dreams eagerly performing oral sex on the hard-on of a man who had driven XX miles to put his penis in her mouth.

Or, had the boy arrived a minute later, the non-Christian priest would have been gone and the boy would have knocked on Dana's doorway. If she had answered, she would finally have granted his amative petition and he would feature French kissed her. When the time came for him to leave, Dana would say goodby with a giggle because she knew something that no other person on the planet would ever know :

That boy who was leaving and was so lofty of his success had just coated his own oral cavity with the semen of a local anaesthetic priest.



[ part 4 follows ]