The Permissive Purity Of Father Fontane [ 3 ]


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Part 3 - twenty stat mi

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It was Sunday morning and Father Everett Fontane had delivered a message about purity and the wickedness of the shape and reminded his followers how hard he had worked to rid Pristine vale of the conspicuous sex trades and get them to the wicked city.

Seated behind the foreman non-Christian priest was Father-God Neil Simon Dott who had been re-frocked and ordained as non-Christian priest in the Valley just a few weeks before. He watched the congregating gush over the grinder that Fontane had become, yet wondered what uninformed parishioners would intend if they knew that the good Father was regularly getting blow line of work in his bureau. Certainly some knew because Fontane had said that"anyone who should know, knows. We just don't go out broadcasting it ”.

In the outset, Dott had nobly tried to intrude holes in Fontane's unlawful doctrine, but the older priest had an result for everything, including how it all fit neatly into gaps that existed in the vows of celibacy. His explanation were so concise and the enticement so enticing that Dott had not only lost the contention, but also his will to fend.

Dott had never made an issue of Fontane's risky venture because, since signing on as a counseling non-Christian priest, he was getting plentitude of blow jobs himself.

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

Fontane hugged shaver, shook helping hand, embraced mothers, and seemed to know everyone by name. Dott greeted the few that he had met in his abruptly hitch in the Valley and his nerves soared when the parents of two of his asshole approached. They knew their Son were regularly blowing him yet they acted as if nix was unusual.

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

A woman with waving of bouncy blonde hair and a white summer dress, and a younger girl who looked similar, approached Fontane. The woman wrapped her arms around the older priest and gave him a to the full, frontlet hug. When she stepped away, the youthful girl hugged him the same.

While they talked, the untried girl stood before Fontane and he ran his workforce over her berm and leaned forward to osculate the girl's head.

How Biden-esque, Dott chuckled.

"Come here you two,"Fontane said."Want you to fill someone."He led them to Dott and said,"This here is our new priest, Father Simon Dott. Father, this is my niece Hayden and her daughter Dana."

The cleaning woman extended her hand with a smile.

Despite the cocksuckers in his new life sentence, Dott still had an eye for pretty little girl and both of them were knockouts. He just hoped his rising appreciation wasn't obvious.

The fair sex 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 drive and I've been sort of tied up what with all the counseling and getting Father Dott started."

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

"You're right. Of course."

"trade good ! Come by at 4pm so we can catch up on lost time,"she said before they departed.

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

"Going on ?"

"Well yes. When Hayden said she wanted to catch up on lost clip, she winked."

"So ?"

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

"You don't think I'm messin'with my niece, do you ? Hell Simon, I told you I never broke a single region of the vow of celibacy. 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 recall I am, some sort of phony ?"

"Never judgment. Of course of instruction you aren't."

Still, as mid-morning became late afternoon, Paul Simon Dott struggled to get those thoughts out of his head word and he had to because it wasn't fair to induce such suspicion when he knew that Fontane had said he disapproved of incest.

Dott needed a beguilement but Sundays didn't commonly have appointments and he wasn't the kind of man who would pluck up a phone and cry one of his counseling families and ask them to convey their boy to suck his gumshoe. Instead, he went to his quarters, pulled the shadowiness, and engaged in a wonderfully successful hour of masturbation.

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

Fontane was just putting his key into the lock of his door 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 head."No need to be apologizin'Dott. Been a peachy day so no pauperism to be stirrin'up settled water."

"OK. Well, as long as everything is all right wing between us."

"All right ? the pits yes. Fact, why don't you come on in and we'll sip some Jack Book of Daniel and lecture for awhile."

He poured each of them a small spyglass of booze, kicked off his shoes, and put his fundament on a low mesa. They talked for some prison term before Dott asked the quondam priest how his visit with his fellowship had gone.

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

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

Fontane laughed and his head nodded."Yes Simon, I do stand for 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 job with it ?"

"I can't conceive this. Yes, I have a problem with it. You said yourself that our vows specifically say we're not to take any form of intimate contact with female yet you let your idealistic niece suck your putz ! There's no way you can justify that !"

"horselaugh. well, I sure ain't surprised to hear the cynical Father Dott say that."

"Cynical ? ! ? Father Fontane, you said you never broke a single part of the vow of celibacy, yet now I find out you've been sticking your dick in the oral cavity of a girl !"

"Oh Simon, you are quite a fuss-budget aren't you ? Yes, I've been gettin'my cock sucked by that little girl, but maybe you don't know what you don't know."

"Suppose you enlighten me then."

Fontane pulled his feet from the table and leaned closer.

"What you don't know, Simon,"the man said, seeming to savour his familiar's agony,"is that pretty girl ain't my sumptuous niece."

"You said she was."

"Her name ain't Dana either."

"What are you talking about ?"

After a draft of intoxicant, Fontane said,"Because St. Simon, her gens is Daniel."

"Daniel ?"

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

Dott's read/write head clanged with a hundred query all at one time.

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

"Sure is. Dresses up middling Nice, don't you think ?"

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

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

"This is ... This is disturbed !"

"Naw, ain't loony. 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, Simon Zelotes, Herbert Alexander Simon, we've talked about this. call up ? If it ain't sex, it ain't sin and bj's ain't sex. So no, I didn't have sex with a congeneric. Happy now ?"

There just was no arguing with the man. He was either the most canny and opportunistic Dott had ever met, or the most delusional. While his speed brain couldn't decide between the two, his lower head was nodding. Imagine having that cute side and bouncy blond hairsbreadth bobbing in your lap.

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

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

Fontane poured more liquor and brushed his hand through his cotton plant candy-like hair."She wants to be more of a girl and ‘ cuz of that, she wants to consider cock deep as girls do. That ain't my affair. But you ... you love them deepthroat type. So I been thinkin'of telling Hayden that her daughter needs someone else, someone like you. Bet you'd dearest to stupefy your dick in that pretty little mouth, wouldn't you ?"

"Who ... who wouldn't ?"

"Well then, tomorrow could be your favourable day, but only if you promise to do it ongoing, not some one-time thing. Think you could do that ?"

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

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

"But, no female parent would put her son ... I mean daughter ... with a concluded stranger."

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

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sire Simon Dott hardly noticed the twenty-mile drive to Hayden's rural home because his thoughts 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 casual hug.

"well Father Dott, my uncle Everett says all the right-hand matter about you. But, let's sit and talking for a few moments."

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

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

"Father Fontane explained things."

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

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

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

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

"So, you just drove twenty mi because mortal told you that my girl would suck your dick."

He wondered if he had fallen into some kind of police bunco and would soon see handcuff and cameras.

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

"okeh, yes. I drove twenty dollar bill miles to ... because Father Fontane said your daughter would ... would suck my cock."

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

"Padre Dott, you make sure as shooting you take safe aid of my girl, if you know what I mean. Do your ‘ counseling in her elbow room and Danu, 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 mass of the valley ? He had just admitted that he drove 20 miles to put his penis in her daughter's oral cavity, yet she was leaving !

He heard a girlish vocalism say,"seed on !"as Dana took him by the helping hand and led him to a bedroom that was mostly pinkish and lace and overeat animals. The"girl"was on her knees in second and cooing,"Oooo, I think I'm gon na like you !"Her hand grazed the presence of his lightlessness knickers, then squeezed his already-hard cock.

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

Besides, that luscious mouth was right there -- -right in front end of him ! -- -and there was no way he would leave that firm until he guided his pleasure-seeking projectile right hand into those voluptuous rim !

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

She stroked for a few mo longer before her perfect lips came to it and pushed over the tip and then over the headland and Dott's knees nearly gave way. She pushed again and began moving slowly forward and back and forward and back. Her rima oris was so soft and Father St. Simon Dott could not think he was watching a pretty"lady friend"down on her knees and sucking the stiffest hard-on he could remember.

"Oh yeah, Danu,"he muttered."Suck !"

If her fingers had felt purely magical then her back talk felt purely mystical. His hammer jerked from her easy, indulgent, passionate sucking with a lip that was altogether snugged to his cock.

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

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

He closed his oculus and basked in the glory of her sweet, cocksucking backtalk. He loved the smell as it crawl forward and back and his rock-hard hammer absorbed every sensation.

It was so sordid ; so wickedly demented. In a rural part of the immaculate Pristine vale, a young girl was in her bedroom, on her knees, purring with Passion, and performing oral sex on a priest.

Her mother knew. His boss knew. Both had given their blessing.

She was upright than all of those women 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 orgasm and quickly pulled her head back.

"Dana ... I ..."He needed a few secondment to meet himself."Everett said you want to be more of a female child. To ... To learn to take it deep."

Her centre 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 suck !"

"But ... I mean -- -"

"No Father Dott. I want you to sit in my comfy chair and let me suck up until you cum in my sass, like I do my cracking uncle."

The figure of speech of her sucking Fontane's peter was disturbing but it was also disturbingly hot.

"Why not now ?"he asked.

"Because, if I suck on your turncock, then it will like me. And, if you do it in my throat I won't get to unsay and I want to swallow 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 amount back !"

She nudged him toward the hot seat and he was helpless to her touch. His legs felt washy and he nearly fell. She was between his branch in an instant and her back talk was around his asshole again and his head word lay back against the chair and Dana's moist and orphic backtalk began caressing his wanton and indigent hard-on.

She looked like a girl, talked like a girl, and acted like a lady friend. She would fool anyone. He would telephone her a girl if she wanted. He would call off her Dana if she insisted. He could call her anything as long as she didn't stop sucking until he got his nuts off -- -for her benefit, of course.

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

Dott's cock demanded he put his hands on her mind and push and twist and hurl his hip joint in short-stroked unison. His breathing was coming in gasp and his organic structure writhed and the miss kept sucking and together they worked for what they both wanted most.

His rib cage rattled like earth earth tremor and his balls felt like clamps and his pelvic girdle thrust and he held her heading and his body froze and…

In the pink chamber of a rural home, a topical anesthetic priest ejaculated in a young woman's mouth.

He shot lot after spate of spunk into her with such force play that he knew he was decorating her tonsilla. His entire dead body was shaking and his bridge player were gripping her heading as he emptied his desperate clod right in the sass of the girl-who-was-a-boy.

All too soon, it was over.

As the tempest passed and tranquillize began to settle in, his shaking body ebbed to trembling and his turncock dwindled to half-hardness.

She slowly lifted her face to look at him. Her eyes were logy and her thick hair mussed. She opened her mouthpiece to show the thick deposit of jizz that she had received. She ran her tongue through it and, with saintly centre of a Prince of Darkness, her mouth sealed, her throat bulged, and her mouth reopened to show that she had swallowed it all.

Several instant later, Father Dott stood with her on her social movement porch as they said good-bye.

A block down that rural road, a neighbor boy had been making his way toward Dana's menage. He hoped-upon-hope that this would be the day he would finally be able to kiss the miss of his dream.

Yet, when he was within eye-shot, he stopped because he saw Dana standing at her front door talking to a priest. The boy could have slapped himself silly ! What was he thinking ? How could he dare receive such unseemly thoughts about a girlfriend so saturated and a family so wholesome that priests regularly visited ? ! ?

He turned and walked away.

Sometimes, bad timing is a good thing.

Had the boy arrived arcminute earlier, Dana would not cause answered the room access. If the boy had looked for her through her bedroom window, he would hold seen the girl of his dreaming eagerly performing oral sex on the hard-on of a man who had driven twenty miles to put his penis in her mouth.

Or, had the boy arrived a mo later, the priest would have been gone and the boy would have knocked on Danu's door. If she had answered, she would finally suffer granted his amorous request and he would let French kissed her. When the fourth dimension came for him to entrust, Dana would say good-bye with a giggle because she knew something that no early person on the planet would ever know :

That boy who was leaving and was so proud of his success had just coated his own mouth with the semen of a local priest.



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