Part 4 - Danu

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It would be leisurely to excuse why Father Everett Fontane was not going to see a soft bang that was soon to come to his office room access. It would be harder to explain why the honcho priest of Pristine Valley would be seen laying with a blonde boy on his federal agency sofa.

While there would seldom be a effective day for such a discovery, this day could not have been worse for Father Simon Dott because he was just returning from a mythical morn, one he had spent with Dana, Fontane's own grandniece and one arranged by Fontane himself.

Dott parked his car and checked in with Jenni Hale at the front office. She handed him various message and said,"Father Fontane said he wants to see you as soon as you got back."

"Figured he would. Is he interfering now ?"

"He had a direction date but that was an hour-and-a-half ago. I would bump first of all though."

And so, Father Simon Zelotes Dott began a fateful trek toward a subdued bash, a quietly opened door, and a brassy scene that would alter his day and send him away in impact.

It was outrageous ! A sixty-something priest wrapped around an unidentified boy ! It was ... dark ! Iniquity beyond iniquity ! Even Father-God Fontane's cleverly crafted philosophy had no tolerance for buggery yet there he was, the dear founder, humping away !

even so, Dott also understood the dilemma that accompanied his blow. If he confronted the old man, it would almost certainly be the end of his pleasures in the vale, but if he didn't, could he subsist with himself ?

His anguish was eventually interrupted by the intercom on his desk.

"Dott. You there ?"

He cleared his thoughts enough to reply,"Y ... Yes, Father Fontane."

"S'pose to see me soon as you got back. come see me now."

Dott washed his face, mustered his courage, and made his way to the old man's post, still uncertain of what he would do.

The blond boy was gone and Fontane's demeanor was as if nothing had happened.

"How was your good morning ?"the elder priest asked with a obscene smile.

"It was ... It was ..."Dott squirmed."Everett, I ... I saw you."

"Saw me ? Saw me what ?"

"I knocked on your government agency threshold and I saw you ... with some boy."

Fontane stared before his simple reception,"So ?"

"You were ..."

"I was what, Marvin Neil Simon ?"

Well, if the old man was going to brazenly push the way out, then so would Dott !

"I saw you. You were on the sofa and you were ... you were fucking that boy !"

"Oh that ? Don't worry about it."

"How could I not worry about it ? anal sex is against our vows as well as your doctrine."

"Sodomy ?"Fontane laughed."Wasn't no sodomy."

"Everett, you were spooning him and fucking him from hindquarters. What else would you bid it ?"

"Yeah, I was spooning him and I was fucking him from buttocks, but I wasn't sodomizing him."

"How is that NOT sodomy !"

"Cuz it's intercrural."

"Inter-what ?"

"You still don't know what you don't know. Even that Kaski boy knows. Hell, it was his idea. Backs himself into me, spoon us up, then I fuck him between his thighs."

"You ... You fucked him -- -what ?"

"Yup. Creamed all over them soft thighs. Ahhhh, so good ! Like fuckin'a woman. But, my heartfelt Simon, it wasn't sex. And, it wasn't sodomy. And, it wasn't with no female person. So, it all convulsion right in nice and keen, pretty much like them blowjobs you like."

While Fontane was once again a maestro of rationalisation, Dott struggled to agree.

"But, aren't you leaving something out ?"

"Like what ?"

"Intimacy. We're not to induce intimacy with anyone."

Father Fontane put his forearms on his desk to lean toward his fellow."spirit Dott, you really don't want to go making a big foetor about things do you ? Wouldn't it better for you to…you know ... get back down and you and me come to an understanding ?"

Dott heard threat in Fontane's word and felt both his firmness and voice soften.

"Okay Everett. okay. But, can we at least lecture about the affair of intimacy ? I mean, after what I saw, I think you can understand why I need to ask."

"That's better Simon Zelotes. grounds it ain't ‘ familiarity'is because I looked it long time ago. Memorized it. familiarity is deep warmheartedness like with petting, hugging, romance, or sexual copulation. I don't buss boys so therefore, I don't romance them either. Never penetrated him so wasn't sex act. Hugging don't count ‘ cuz we're priests. We hug everyone. And if it did count, you'd be as guilty as me."

"What ?"

"You hold cocksuckers'heads, don't ya ? Well, I was holding him, not hugging him. So no, wasn't an ounce of intimacy. And commend, it's our job to facilitate them boys so they don't go off gettin'defiled by them perverts in the city."He poured two spyglass of whiskey."Here. Let's toast our new understanding."

Dott downed a taste of liquor and hoped it would somehow serve him to sort through all that he had heard. Since he couldn't, it was best to just let things devolve on, at to the lowest degree for the time being.

Besides, what right did he have to gauge ? sooner that dawning, he was the one who was pervey enough to get sucked off by a blond lady friend who he knew was actually a boy. And wasn't he the one who had admitted to the"girl's"mother that he had driven twenty miles to put his phallus in her daughter's mouth ? And, wasn't he the one who tried to put his hawkshaw down the girl's throat against her will ?

"You're right again, Everett,"he relented."You've always thought these things out and I should just trust you."

"Good. Now, let's talk about something else. You have a good sentence with my grandniece ?"

"Still can't believe she's a boy."

"Did you do what I sent you out there to do ? Did you get your dick down her throat ?"

"She ... She wouldn't do it. She said ‘ future time'so she's coming here tomorrow."

"I told you your job was to get it all the way in her so she can feel more like a girl, so you improve get that done tomorrow. But, at least tell apart me you came in her mouth."

"Ohhh ... yeahhhh,"Dott crooned as he remembered his ball-busting orgasm."But I mean, I did it to help her, not me."

"Of grade you did,"Fontane chuckled."How's she getting here tomorrow ?"

"Her female parent's bringing her by before she goes to the grange."

"Grange, huh. That's Hayden's word like when we say ‘ counseling ’."

"She fucks men at the grange ?"

"No Dott, that would be adultery and you'd be callin'my niece a cocotte ! She knows better, but she spends a lot of time on her genu, heh-heh. Like female parent, like daughter."

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When Hayden arrived with Dana the next day, she pulled Dott aside and said,"spirit male parent Dott, I don't appreciate you coming to my home and doing what you did to my girl !"

Panic swelled through him, inflating his insides til he felt he would burst.

"But ... I ... You knew about it. You even made me admit that I drove twenty miles for her to suck my cock."

"What ? No. Not that. You were speculate to do it deeper and you didn't."

No one in the world was more alleviated than begetter Paul Simon Dott in that instant as he exhaled fear-ladened breath in a single sigh of relief.

"Hayden, she ... she wouldn't let me."

"Well, who's in control here ? Who 's the adult ? Don't take no for an resolution or I'll have to witness individual else."

Could Pristine valley get any freakier ? Fontane's philosophical system ratified blowjobs as a service to"needy"cocksucker. His own grandniece was actually a cocksucking boy and he had arranged for Dott to fuck her mouth. Her mother knew about it and had left for the grange where she gave uncounted blowjobs. And now, she had just commanded him to put his putz down her"daughter's"throat !

Not that he would object in any way. Despite being a boy, Dana made for one hot young lady, one that made men do double-takes and proceed them from ever guessing that the cause of their hardons was a cocksucking boy ! Dana, with the wax and thick blond hair and blue eyes. Dana, dressed in a ping tank top and ecru boxershorts. Dana, smooth all over and that mouth -- -

"Hi Father Dott,"Dana cooed as she moved closer.

"You ... You can call me Marvin Neil Simon if you want."

"Nooooo. I like calling you Padre Dott."Her fingerbreadth traced to his gasp."I like that you're a priest who don't get girls."

And with that, male parent Dott lost his first chance to be the creditworthy adult who controlled things.

She went slowly to her stifle. `` But, I 'll give suck so you do n't need daughter. ``

Dott thought his cock would explode."But, you know we have to do more. You have to take it deep."

"I will if you let me suck."

His zipper was down and her oral cavity was already beginning to gobble up his punishing shaft. Her flabby, creamy mouth made him recede his will to reject. His knees felt weak and his eyes closed as he felt the sweet, rolling sensations of her mystical mouth.

Ah ... yes ... sucking, his encephalon repeated. Suck my peter you sweet little"little girl ”.

Just outside, the choir director was leading a chemical group of prospective pupil and their fellowship on a tour of the facility. He described Dott as the"honorable and humble and giving new non-Christian priest of the Valley."As the mathematical group moved on its way, none were aware that behind the rampart that separated them, the ethical and humble priest was giving his gumshoe to a blonde schoolgirl who was actually a boy.

Dott pushed Dana away and said he couldn't take any More of her sucking without cumming and they needed to get on to"deeper things ”.

"Listen Dana, I have to,"he said."I have decree from my boss and your mother."

The girl shrugged."Okay. It's just ... I don't know if I can and I don't know if I want to obtain out if I can't."

"Of course of action you can. We'll go slow. It's not the first base time I've done it with a virgin."

"Ha, I'm not no virgin. I sucked plenty of times."

"No. I mean, your throat is virgin. We'll go prosperous. Just give your mouth and I'll do the rest."

The miss slumped.

'' Look Dana, I have a job to do. I 'm going to fuck you in the mouth or you might as well leave. ``

She brought herself vertical on her genu and opened her mouth. Just the sight of that mouth ... so overt ... so ready ... so wet and pinkish ... made him afraid to even contact his stopcock. But, he had a job to do so he took subject in-hand and brought the tip of his erection to her lips. Her lovesome breath almost made him cream. He eased it slowly into her and her sass swarmed over it.

He put his hired hand on her caput and said,"Just relax, Dana. Relax."He eased in a petty more and then ... he felt her tight, vestal, entrance and he was reminded that the way to heaven was narrow and only a few would get hold it. Whether he was a non-Christian priest doing a service or a lust-crazed creature with needs was beginning to not matter ! He had to hump this"young woman"and nothing was going to stop him !

She gagged slightly and put her palms against his thigh as if to jib. He reminded her to make relaxed and"Just let it materialise, Dana. Let it happen."

He was do-or-die to bury his bone in her ; immerse his ivory deep into her and fuck her and pump trillion of his fertile spermatozoa right down her cocksucking pharynx !

He felt her gateway fruit and his cockhead snug in the tightness of her innocent and untouched pack of virtue. He was nearly gasping from pleasance. He eased forward more and ... yes ! ... the head of his"brand"was sheathed beyond that ring. He was in ! Not all of the way yet, but once that mushroom head got by that ring of resistance, the ease was sure !

"O ... Okay Dana,"he said with a shaking voice."Hold still."

He gripped her head tighter and slowly, very slowly, Father of the Church Herb Simon Dott pushed his erect member all the way into the female child's throat. He felt her nose against his pubes and his bollock against her Kuki.

He began fucking her. cryptic and obtuse. Asking if she was okay. Fucking her with recollective throw. Controlling himself. Getting her comfortable. Getting her ready for the very nooky that was to stick to.

Five minutes, then ten, then fifteen passed before he said,"Okay Dana, I have to do it. I have to fuck you. You're ready and those are my orders."

She girl seemed uncertain but tried to nod despite having a rock-hard hawkshaw down her throat and two hands gripping her head.

"commodity girlfriend. You'll be fine. Are you ready ?"

Again, the mass of blonde hair's-breadth moved as if to nod.

He began in shine diagonal, pulling back until he almost slipped from her throat and back in until her human face was even out with his stomach. Again and again. min after minute after bit. A little more vigour. Nearly half-speed. She didn't squirm or try to pull away.

As his tempo picked up a little more, he was getting near to fucking speed.

Nobility left Father Neil Simon Dott. He no longer handle if he was doing his duty or doing her a Service or what anyone would think of him. The time had come to eff the young lady of his lust-filled ambition and pump his seed into her and relieve himself deep in that gorgeous, cocksucking lip and nothing was going to block off him !

It was no longer about her. It was about him. His need. His lustfulness. His testicle boiling and needing release.

He had a cocksucker on her knees and he was going to give her what she came for ; what his boss demanded ; what her mother insisted !

If she wanted to be More of a"literal"girl then she had to get fucked by a real man ! Any outcome of their perverse mating was all on her ! She knew before she came there that he was going to do it her in the rima oris ! If she didn't want it, then she should have stayed home. And, she certainly shouldn't have dropped to her knees in figurehead of a priest who"can't have girls"and tease him with her flirty racy heart and wide-open mouth.

He was panting and gasping and pummeling her and all he could think about was how very much he wanted to cum in her ; deep in her ! And as the moments past and his lust built and he felt himself approaching flood tide, he pulled her chief to him until her aspect was smashed against his consistence. His rose hip thrust hard as he buried his os deep down her throat and his Ball quaked and Father-God Neil Simon Dott began inseminating the pharynx of the blond girl who was actually a cocksucking boy.

His body yanked back slightly then jammed his hard rod back into her balmy deepness as he blasted her innards again. Two, three, four more meter, he rammed into her as abstruse as he could go and each time, he pumped a laborious dose of ejaculate into her. Two more fourth dimension he did the same and on the 3rd, he rammed it down her throat as trench as it would go and he let out a primal growl and one last dose of rich, loggerheaded, fertile sperm.

He exhaled like an explosion and realized it had been some metre since he had taken a breathing time. She hadn't moved during the entire insemination cognitive operation and he wondered if she had stopped breathing as well. But, he would NOT rive out of her until his cock stopped twitching and jerking and post-copulation peace treaty returned.

When it finally did, he released her head and the girl slowly slumped to the floor like a rag doll. Her hair's-breadth was mussed and her middle dazed. Her rim were bouffant and her side reddened. But, her body writhed in a slow-motion manner so at least he knew he hadn't killed her..

His pecker dripped semen. Proof of a job well done. It was in her. Jizz. His jizz ! His sperm cell furious looking for ovaries and only finding tonsils.

Wouldn't Father Fontane and Hayden be glad ? He had fucked her like they told him to and done it so well that he had fucked the girl into a writhing and sticky daze.

He helped her recover and clean up. He asked if she was okay and she nodded but didn't speak. Hayden arrived and was pleased with his report and unconcerned that her girl's eyes looked aloof.

When they were gone, Dott met with Fontane, gave a wax report, and was patted on the backrest for a job well done.

But, that didn't modification how male parent Simon Dott's inside were in turmoil.

"Everett,"he said,"I ... I 've sinned. I feel guilty."

"Why would you feel guilty ?"the chief priest asked.

"Because ... Because it was crave. Pure lust. I didn't do it for Danu. I did it for me. I fucked your great-niece because I'm a hopeless pervert who could only consider about how lots I wanted to get my nuts off down her throat."

Fontane laughed."fountainhead boy, welcome to humanity. You wouldn't be a man if you didn't think that way when you got a eagre cocksucker down there slurping on your manhood."

"So, you've had those thoughts ?"

"Hell yes. Every metre. I get a back talk working on my dick and what else am I suppose to opine about ? And, we owe it to them. They don't come to us just to suck. The job ain't arrant til we feed ‘ em cum and whatever you hafta do to give it to them, then that's what you do. We give, they receive. And, if we don't mortal else will. ``

"I don't know, Everett. I feel so selfish. I fucked her senseless and I wasn't thinking about what she needed, only that I had to cum in her throat. It was lust. sodding lust."

"So ? Her female parent brought here to get fucked and you fucked her. secernate you what. Give it a few 60 minutes You'll see it different. Your hawkshaw will be gettin'hard again and you're gon na want it even more. Trust me. When your tool goes up, your guilt trip goes down. ”