theatrical role 4 - Dana

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It would be easy to explain why Father Everett Fontane was not going to hear a soft roast that was soon to fare to his office door. It would be unvoiced to explain why the tribal chief priest of Pristine Valley would be seen laying with a blond boy on his office sofa.

While there would seldom be a beneficial day for such a uncovering, this day could not receive been speculative for father Marvin Neil Simon Dott because he was just returning from a fabulous morning, 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 straw man federal agency. She handed him several substance and said,"Father Fontane said he wants to see you as soon as you got back."

"Figured he would. Is he busy now ?"

"He had a rede designation but that was an hour-and-a-half ago. I would knock world-class though."

And so, don Herbert Alexander Simon Dott began a fateful trek toward a voiced bash, a quietly opened threshold, and a bodacious scene that would neuter his day and send him away in shock.

It was outrageous ! A sixty-something non-Christian priest wrapped around an unidentified boy ! It was ... iniquity ! Iniquity beyond evil ! Even Father Fontane's cleverly crafted doctrine had no tolerance for anal intercourse yet there he was, the in force forefather, humping away !

Even so, Dott also understood the dilemma that accompanied his jar. 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 live with himself ?

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

"Dott. You there ?"

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

"S'pose to see me soon as you got back. cum 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 goose egg had happened.

"How was your morning ?"the Old priest asked with a salacious smile.

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

"Saw me ? Saw me what ?"

"I knocked on your power room access and I saw you ... with some boy."

Fontane stared before his unsubdivided response,"So ?"

"You were ..."

"I was what, Simon ?"

well, if the old man was going to brazenly press the issue, then so would Dott !

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I was spooning him and I was fucking him from arse, 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 estimation. Backs himself into me, spoons us up, then I fuck him between his thighs."

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

"Yup. Creamed all over them soft second joint. Ahhhh, so upright ! Like fuckin'a woman. But, my costly Paul Simon, it wasn't sex. And, it wasn't sodomy. And, it wasn't with no female. So, it all fits right in nice and neat, pretty practically like them blowjobs you like."

While Fontane was once again a skipper of rationalizations, Dott struggled to agree.

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

"Like what ?"

"involvement. We're not to get intimacy with anyone."

Father Fontane put his forearms on his desk to tilt toward his associate."Look Dott, you really don't want to go making a big stench about things do you ? Wouldn't it better for you to…you know ... resolve down and you and me come to an understanding ?"

Dott heard threat in Fontane's words and felt both his resolution and interpreter soften.

"Okay Everett. okay. But, can we at to the lowest degree talk about the matter of intimacy ? I mean, after what I saw, I think you can realise why I need to ask."

"That's expert Simon. cause it ain't ‘ intimacy'is because I looked it long time ago. Memorized it. Intimacy is trench tenderness like with fondling, necking, romance, or sexual intercourse. I don't kiss male child so therefore, I don't romance them either. Never penetrated him so wasn't intercourse. 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 SOB'heads, don't ya ? Well, I was holding him, not hugging him. So no, wasn't an apothecaries' ounce of intimacy. And remember, it's our job to serve them male child so they don't go off gettin'defiled by them perverts in the city."He poured two field glass of whisky."Here. Let's toast our new understanding."

Dott downed a mouthful of liquor and hoped it would somehow assist him to screen out through all that he had heard. Since he couldn't, it was best to just let things rally, at to the lowest degree for the time being.

Besides, what right did he have to estimate ? to begin with that aurora, he was the one who was pervey enough to get sucked off by a light-haired lady friend who he knew was actually a boy. And wasn't he the one who had admitted to the"little girl's"mother that he had driven xx sea mile to put his phallus in her girl's oral fissure ? And, wasn't he the one who tried to put his dick down the young woman'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 proficient time 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 putz down her pharynx ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Grange, huh. That's Hayden's Bible like when we say ‘ counsel ’."

"She fucks men at the grange ?"

"No Dott, that would be adultery and you'd be callin'my niece a prostitute ! She knows better, but she spends a lot of clock time on her knee, 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,"Look Father Dott, I don't appreciate you coming to my family and doing what you did to my daughter !"

affright 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 knot for her to suck my cock."

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

No one in the world was more relieved than Father Simon the Canaanite Dott in that here and now 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 answer or I'll have to find person else."

Could Pristine Valley get any freaky ? Fontane's doctrine ratified blowjobs as a religious service to"needy"cocksucker. His own great-niece was actually a cocksucking boy and he had arranged for Dott to fuck her oral fissure. Her mother knew about it and had left for the grange where she gave uncounted cock sucking. And now, she had just commanded him to put his hawkshaw down her"girl's"pharynx !

Not that he would object in any way. Despite being a boy, Danu made for one hot girl, one that made men do double-takes and kept them from ever guessing that the case of their hardons was a cocksucking boy ! Dana, with the full and thickset blond hair and low-spirited eyes. Danu, dressed in a pink tank top and beige shorts. Dana, smooth all over and that mouth -- -

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

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

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

And with that, Father Dott lost his first hazard to be the responsible for adult who controlled things.

She went slowly to her knee. `` But, I 'll give suck so you do n't want lady friend. ``

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

"I will if you let me suck."

His zipper was down and her mouth was already beginning to gobble up his hard shaft. Her soft, creamy oral cavity made him fall back his will to protest. His knees felt weak and his center closed as he felt the sugariness, rolling whiz of her occult mouth.

Ah ... yes ... suck, his brain repeated. Suck my pecker you sweet lilliputian"girl ”.

Just outside, the choir managing director was leading a grouping of prospective students and their families on a tour of the facility. He described Dott as the"good and low and giving new priest of the Valley."As the radical moved on its way, none were mindful that behind the paries that separated them, the honorable and humble non-Christian priest was giving his dick to a blond 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"mysterious things ”.

"Listen Danu, I have to,"he said."I have orders from my boss and your mother."

The young woman shrugged."Okay. It's just ... I don't know if I can and I don't know if I want to find out if I can't."

"Of line you can. We'll go slow. It's not the initiatory fourth dimension I've done it with a virgin."

"Ha, I'm not no Virgo the Virgin. I sucked plenty of times."

"No. I mean, your throat is virgin. We'll go well-situated. Just open your mouth and I'll do the rest."

The miss slumped.

'' Look Danu, I have a job to do. I 'm going to get it on you in the oral fissure or you might as well leave. ``

She brought herself upright on her knees and opened her sassing. Just the heap of that mouthpiece ... so unfastened ... so cook ... so wet and pink ... made him afraid to even have-to doe with his cock. But, he had a job to do so he took matters in-hand and brought the tip of his erection to her lips. Her tender breath almost made him cream. He eased it slowly into her and her mouth swarmed over it.

He put his hired hand on her head and said,"Just relax, Danu. Relax."He eased in a little more and then ... he felt her tight, virginal, entrance and he was reminded that the way to heaven was narrow and only a few would find it. Whether he was a priest doing a Robert William Service or a lust-crazed beast with needs was beginning to not matter ! He had to know this"fille"and nothing was going to intercept him !

She gagged slightly and put her palms against his thigh as if to resist. He reminded her to unlax and"Just let it pass off, Dana. Let it happen."

He was desperate to inhume his bone in her ; bury his off-white deep into her and fuck her and pump millions of his fertile sperm cell right down her cocksucking throat !

He felt her gateway yield and his cockhead cubbyhole in the stringency of her innocent and untouched ring of virtue. He was nearly gasping from pleasance. He eased forward more and ... yes ! ... the question of his"sword"was sheathed beyond that ring. He was in ! Not all of the way yet, but once that mushroom head got past times that ring of resistance, the ease was certain !

"O ... Okay Danu,"he said with a quiver voice."cargo deck still."

He gripped her straits tighter and slowly, very slowly, Father Simon the Canaanite Dott pushed his tumid penis all the way into the girl's throat. He felt her nose against his pubes and his chunk against her chin.

He began fucking her. Deep and slow. Asking if she was okay. Fucking her with retentive strokes. Controlling himself. Getting her well-heeled. Getting her ready for the existent screw that was to accompany.

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

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

"Good little girl. You'll be fine. Are you ready ?"

Again, the mass of blonde hair moved as if to nod.

He began in smoothen strokes, pulling back until he almost slipped from her pharynx and back in until her expression was flush with his stomach. Again and again. minute after minute of arc after minute. A little more energy. Nearly half-speed. She didn't squirm or try to pull away.

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

Nobility left Father Simon Dott. He no longer cared if he was doing his tariff or doing her a service or what anyone would believe of him. The fourth dimension had come to be intimate the girl of his lust-filled dreams and pump his seed into her and palliate himself deep in that gorgeous, cocksucking mouth and nothing was going to stop him !

It was no recollective about her. It was about him. His need. His lecherousness. His formal boiling and needing outlet.

He had a prick on her knees and he was going to gift her what she came for ; what his Bos demanded ; what her mother insisted !

If she wanted to be Sir Thomas More of a"really"girl then she had to get fucked by a real man ! Any consequence of their perverse union was all on her ! She knew before she came there that he was going to eff her in the mouth ! If she didn't want it, then she should have stayed home. And, she certainly shouldn't have dropped to her knees in presence of a priest who"can't have girls"and tease him with her flirty blue eyes 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 ; trench in her ! And as the moments past and his lustfulness built and he felt himself approaching climax, he pulled her head to him until her grimace was smashed against his consistency. His hips thrust hard as he buried his pearl deep down her throat and his balls quaked and Father Herb Simon Dott began inseminating the pharynx of the blonde girl who was actually a cocksucking boy.

His body yanked back slightly then jammed his hard rod back into her soft astuteness as he blasted her innards again. Two, three, four more sentence, he rammed into her as late as he could go and each clock time, he pumped a heavy dose of ejaculate into her. Two more times he did the same and on the thirdly, he rammed it down her throat as deep as it would go and he let out a key growl and one terminal dose of rich, thick, fecund sperm.

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

When it finally did, he released her head and the girl slowly slumped to the trading floor like a rag dolly. Her hair was mussed and her heart dazed. Her lips were puffy and her face reddened. But, her soundbox writhed in a slow-motion style 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 maddened looking for ovaries and only finding tonsils.

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

He helped her recover and scavenge 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 daughter's middle looked upstage.

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

But, that didn't change how Father Simon Dott's insides were in turmoil.

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

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

"Because ... Because it was lust. Pure lust. I didn't do it for Danu. I did it for me. I fucked your grandniece because I'm a hopeless deviant who could only think about how much I wanted to get my nuts off down her throat."

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

"So, you've had those thought process ?"

"Hell yes. Every time. I get a mouth working on my dick and what else am I suppose to think about ? And, we owe it to them. They don't come to us just to sop up. The job ain't complete til we feed ‘ em semen and whatever you hafta do to yield it to them, then that's what you do. We give, they receive. And, if we don't soul 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. Pure lust."

"So ? Her female parent brought here to get fucked and you fucked her. Tell you what. render it a few hr You'll see it different. Your dick will be gettin'hard again and you're gon na need it even more. Trust me. When your dick goes up, your guilt goes down. ”