percentage 3 - Twenty statute mile

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It was Sunday break of the day and Father Everett Fontane had delivered a subject matter about purity and the sins of the flesh and reminded his followers how hard he had worked to rid Pristine Valley of the blazing sex trades and labor them to the wicked city.

Seated behind the chieftain priest was founding father Neil Simon Dott who had been re-frocked and ordained as priest in the Valley just a few weeks before. He watched the faithful flush over the submarine that Fontane had become, yet wondered what uninformed parishioners would mean if they knew that the good Father of the Church was regularly getting blow line in his office. Certainly some knew because Fontane had said that"anyone who should know, knows. We just don't go out broadcasting it ”.

In the beginning, Dott had nobly tried to poke holes in Fontane's unconventional doctrine, but the older non-Christian priest had an answer for everything, including how it all fit neatly into spread that existed in the vows of celibacy. His explanations were so concise and the temptations so enticing that Dott had not only lost the logical argument, but also his will to resist.

Dott had never made an government issue of Fontane's escapades because, since signing on as a counseling priest, he was getting pot of reverse jobs himself.

When Fontane was through speech production, Dott followed him outside to greet smiling parishioners who dressed in their Dominicus sound and seemed so wholesome. One could only wonder what perversions lurked in the dark of their nursing home, iniquities the chief priest wouldn't challenge as long as they remained hidden.

Fontane hugged children, shook hands, embraced mother, and seemed to know everyone by public figure. Dott greeted the few that he had met in his short stay in the vale and his nerves soared when the parents of two of his SOB approached. They knew their sons were regularly blowing him yet they acted as if nothing was unusual.

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

A char with waves of bouncy blond hair and a white summer clothes, and a younger girl who looked similar, approached Fontane. The woman wrapped her arms around the quondam priest and gave him a full, frontal hug. When she stepped away, the new 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 miss's head.

How Biden-esque, Dott chuckled.

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

The woman extended her hand with a smile.

Despite the cocksuckers in his new sprightliness, Dott still had an eye for pretty girls and both of them were peach. He just hoped his rising discernment wasn't obvious.

The adult female 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 movement and I've been sort of tied up what with all the direction and getting Father 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 nifty dinner ! Besides, you can't tell me that your naming are more important than us !"

"You're right hand. Of course."

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

When the stopping point 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 time, she winked."

"So ?"

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

"You don't think I'm messin'with my niece, do you ? underworld Simon, I told you I never broke a I part of the vow of chastity. 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 hypocrite ?"

"Never brain. Of course of study you aren't."

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

Dott needed a distraction but Sundays didn't commonly have appointee and he wasn't the kind of man who would blame up a sound and scream one of his guidance families and ask them to play their boy to suck his dick. Instead, he went to his quarters, pulled the tad, and engaged in a wonderfully successful hour of masturbation.

It was nearly 9pm when headlights flashed across his shaded windowpane and he heard the familiar tweet of Fontane's remote control car locks. He felt guilty for his earlier conversation with the man. He dressed quickly and went to the hallway.

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 oral sex."No need to be apologizin'Dott. Been a corking day so no penury to be stirrin'up settled water."

"Okay. Well, as long as everything is all right hand between us."

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

He poured each of them a small crank of liquor, kicked off his shoes, and put his groundwork on a low table. They talked for some prison term before Dott asked the one-time non-Christian priest how his visit with his family had gone.

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

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

Fontane laughed and his head nodded."Yes Simon, I do entail 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 believe this. Yes, I have a problem with it. You said yourself that our vows specifically say we're not to have any frame of inner contact with female person yet you let your imposing niece take in your hawkshaw ! There's no way you can warrant that !"

"Ha-ha. well, I sure ain't surprised to get a line the cynical Father Dott say that."

"Cynical ? ! ? beginner Fontane, you said you never broke a single role of the vow of celibacy, yet now I find out you've been sticking your dick in the lip of a girlfriend !"

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

"Suppose you enlighten me then."

Fontane pulled his ft from the tabular array and leaned closer.

"What you don't know, Marvin Neil Simon,"the man said, seeming to relish his associate's agony,"is that pretty miss ain't my grand niece."

"You said she was."

"Her name ain't Dana either."

"What are you talking about ?"

After a swig of alcohol, Fontane said,"Because Neil Simon, her figure is Daniel."

"Daniel ?"

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

Dott's head clanged with a hundred inquiry all at one time.

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

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

"I ... I can't believe it."But, what Father Simon Zelotes Dott mostly could not believe was how he had gotten an instant erection at the firstly stack of what he thought was a girlfriend only to now discover that"she"was actually a boy.

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

"This is ... This is crazy !"

"Naw, ain't looney. 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 the Zealot, Marvin Neil 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 congenator. Happy now ?"

There just was no arguing with the man. He was either the most cagey and opportunistic Dott had ever met, or the most delusional. While his upper psyche couldn't decide between the two, his lower head was nodding. Imagine having that cute face and bouncy blond hair's-breadth bobbing in your lap.

"But let me distinguish you, It ain't all what it seems,"Fontane said."There's problem. That's the reasonableness I don't go out there more. Been meaning to talk to you about it."

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

Fontane poured Thomas More pot liquor and brushed his deal through his cotton candy-like whisker."She wants to be more of a little girl and ‘ cuz of that, she wants to take stopcock deep as little girl do. That ain't my affair. 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 love to bewilder your dick in that pretty little sass, 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 matter. Think you could do that ?"

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

"opinion so. But hear, don't you go wankin'off tonight thinkin'about it ‘ cuz I plan to visit 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 girl ... with a complete stranger."

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

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male parent Simon Dott hardly noticed the twenty-mile crusade to Hayden's rural home plate because his thoughts were so consumed with anticipation. His nervus 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 powerful things about you. But, let's sit and lecture for a few moments."

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

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

"sire Fontane explained things."

"Then, tell me. Tell 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 candor. He shrugged. `` I ... suppose. ``

"So, you just ride twenty miles because soul told you that my daughter would sop up your dick."

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

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

"O.K., yes. I drove XX miles to ... because founder Fontane said your daughter would ... would take in my cock."

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

"begetter Dott, you make sure you take good care of my daughter, if you know what I mean. Do your ‘ counselling in her room and Danu, don't answer the doorway until I get back. Who knows what sort of pervert 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 twenty mil to put his penis in her daughter's mouth, yet she was leaving !

He heard a girlish voice say,"Come on !"as Dana took him by the hand and led him to a bedroom that was mostly pinkish and lace and farce animate being. The"girl"was on her knees in moment and cooing,"Oooo, I think I'm gon na like you !"Her script grazed the front of his black gasp, then squeezed his already-hard cock.

She fumbled with his zipper and worked it open air while he looked down at her pretty face and the rapids amid rivers of midst, blonde hair. She couldn't be a boy, could she ? But, did he really want to find out just then ? If she truly was a lady friend, 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 straw man of him ! -- -and there was no way he would leave that planetary house until he guided his pleasure-seeking missile right into those luscious brim !

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

She stroked for a few seconds longer before her perfect brim came to it and pushed over the tip and then over the heading and Dott's knees nearly gave way. She pushed again and began moving slowly forward and back and forward and back. Her sassing was so soft and Father Simon Zelotes Dott could not trust he was watching a pretty"girl"down on her knees and sucking the squiffy erection he could call back.

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

If her fingers had felt purely wizardly then her mouth felt purely mystic. His hammer jerked from her slow, soft, passionate suck with a mouth that was altogether snugged to his cock.

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

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

He closed his eyes and basked in the glory of her confection, cocksucking mouth. He loved the impression as it crawl forward and back and his rock-hard dick absorbed every sensation.

It was so seedy ; so wickedly demented. In a rural part of the immaculate Pristine valley, a vernal fille was in her bedroom, on her knees, purring with warmth, and performing oral sex on a priest.

Her female parent knew. His gaffer knew. Both had given their blessing.

She was better 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 bang of orgasm and quickly pulled her read/write head back.

"Dana ... I ..."He needed a few instant to get together himself."Everett said you want to be more of a girl. To ... To take to take it deep."

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

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

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

"But ... I mean -- -"

"No Father-God Dott. I want you to sit in my comfy chair and let me lactate until you cum in my mouth, like I do my great uncle."

The double of her sucking Fontane's cock 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 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 make out back !"

She nudged him toward the chair and he was helpless to her tinge. His legs felt weak and he nearly fell. She was between his legs in an instant and her mouth was around his dickhead again and his foreland lay back against the chair and Dana's moist and mysterious mouth began caressing his wanton and impoverished hard-on.

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

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

Dott's hammer demanded he put his workforce on her head and pushing and drag and force his hips in short-stroked unison. His breathing was coming in pant and his organic structure writhed and the daughter kept sucking and together they worked for what they both wanted most.

His rib cage rattled like earth tremors and his balls felt like clamps and his pelvis drive and he held her head and his consistence stop dead and…

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

He shot pot after spate of punk into her with such force play that he knew he was decorating her tonsils. His entire body was shaking and his hired hand were gripping her head word as he emptied his desperate formal right in the lip 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 body ebbed to trembling and his cock dwindled to half-hardness.

She slowly lifted her font to depend at him. Her centre were dazed and her blockheaded hair mussed. She opened her mouth to show the buddy-buddy deposit of jizz that she had received. She ran her natural language through it and, with saintly eyes of a devil, her sass sealed, her pharynx bulged, and her mouth reopened to evince that she had swallowed it all.

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

A block down that rural road, a neighbor boy had been making his way toward Danu's business firm. He hoped-upon-hope that this would be the day he would finally be able-bodied to osculate the girl of his dreams.

Yet, when he was within eye-shot, he stopped because he saw Dana standing at her movement threshold talking to a priest. The boy could have slapped himself silly ! What was he thinking ? How could he dare have such unseemly cerebration about a fille so pure and a phratry so wholesome that priests regularly visited ? ! ?

He turned and walked away.

Sometimes, bad timing is a good thing.

Had the boy arrived moment earlier, Dana would not have answered the threshold. If the boy had looked for her through her bedroom window, he would have seen the female child of his aspiration eagerly performing viva sex on the erecting of a man who had driven xx international mile to put his penis in her mouth.

Or, had the boy arrived a minute later, the priest would deliver been gone and the boy would have knocked on Danu's room access. If she had answered, she would finally have granted his amorous asking and he would feature French kissed her. When the time came for him to provide, Dana would say good-bye 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 gallant of his success had just coated his own mouth with the semen of a local priest.



[ part 4 follows ]