Part 3 - XX miles

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It was Sunday morning and forefather Everett Fontane had delivered a subject matter about honour and the sinfulness of the shape and reminded his followers how hard he had worked to rid Pristine Valley of the conspicuous sex trades and driven them to the wicked city.

Seated behind the chief priest was forefather Neil Simon Dott who had been re-frocked and ordained as non-Christian priest in the Valley just a few workweek before. He watched the congregation gush over the hero that Fontane had become, yet wondered what uninformed parishioners would believe if they knew that the skilful Church Father was regularly getting reverse caper in his office. Certainly some knew because Fontane had said that"anyone who should acknowledge, knows. We just don't go out broadcasting it ”.

In the commencement, Dott had nobly tried to poke hole in Fontane's unconventional doctrine, but the Old non-Christian priest had an answer for everything, including how it all fit neatly into break that existed in the vows of celibacy. His explanations were so concise and the temptations so enticing that Dott had not only lost the tilt, but also his will to jib.

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

When Fontane was through speaking, Dott followed him outside to greet smiling parishioners who dressed in their Lord's Day safe and seemed so wholesome. One could only wonder what sexual perversion lurked in the darkness of their base, iniquities the chief non-Christian priest wouldn't challenge as long as they remained hidden.

Fontane hugged tike, shook hands, embraced mother, and seemed to make love everyone by epithet. Dott greeted the few that he had met in his short halt in the valley and his nerves soared when the parents of two of his shit approached. They knew their sons were regularly blowing him yet they acted as if cipher was unusual.

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

A woman with wave of bouncy blond hair and a Theodore Harold White summer frock, and a youthful young lady who looked similar, approached Fontane. The womanhood wrapped her weapon 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 young woman stood before Fontane and he ran his hands over her shoulders and leaned forward to osculate the young woman's head.

How Biden-esque, Dott chuckled.

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

The charwoman extended her hand with a smile.

Despite the cocksucker in his new life, Dott still had an eye for fairly girls and both of them were knockouts. He just hoped his rising appreciation 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 drive and I've been sort of tied up what with all the counseling and getting Father Dott started."

"wellspring, that's no self-justification !"she protested with a mock-pout."I insist you come and see us. Tonight. I'll fix a neat dinner ! Besides, you can't secern me that your appointments are more significant than us !"

"You're compensate. Of course."

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

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

"Going on ?"

"fountainhead yes. When Hayden said she wanted to catch up on lost time, she winked."

"So ?"

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

"You don't think I'm messin'with my niece, do you ? Hell Herb Simon, I told you I never broke a unity role 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 think I am, some variety of dissembler ?"

"Never mind. Of course you aren't."

Still, as mid-morning became former good afternoon, Simon the Canaanite Dott struggled to get those thoughts out of his straits and he had to because it wasn't funfair to have such distrust when he knew that Fontane had said he disapproved of incest.

Dott needed a misdirection but Sundays didn't commonly have date and he wasn't the variety of man who would foot up a phone and ring one of his counseling mob and ask them to lend their boy to suck his prick. Instead, he went to his after part, pulled the shades, and engaged in a wonderfully successful minute of masturbation.

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

Fontane was just putting his key into the curl 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 indigence to be apologizin'Dott. Been a great day so no penury to be stirrin'up settled water."

"okeh. 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 Daniels and utter for awhile."

He poured each of them a small chalk of liquor, kicked off his shoes, and put his feet on a low table. They talked for some time before Dott asked the honest-to-god 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 need a lot more counseling."

“'guidance'?"Dott blurted."You can't mean value ..."

Fontane laughed and his chief nodded."Yes Simon, I do mean that."

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

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

"I can't think this. Yes, I have a problem with it. You said yourself that our vows specifically say we're not to give any soma of intimate contact with females yet you let your marvellous niece suckle your dick ! There's no way you can justify that !"

"haw-haw. Well, I sure ain't surprised to take heed the misanthropic father Dott say that."

"Cynical ? ! ? Father Fontane, you said you never broke a 1 share of the vow of sexual abstention, yet now I find out you've been sticking your putz in the oral fissure of a little girl !"

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

"Suppose you enlighten me then."

Fontane pulled his foundation from the table and leaned closer.

"What you don't know, Simon,"the man said, seeming to savour his colligate's torment,"is that pretty miss ain't my wondrous niece."

"You said she was."

"Her name ain't Dana either."

"What are you talking about ?"

After a swig of alcohol, Fontane said,"Because Paul Simon, her name is Daniel."

"Daniel ?"

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

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

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

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

"I ... I can't believe it."But, what Father Simon Dott mostly could not believe was how he had gotten an minute erection at the first vision 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 nascence certificate."

"This is ... This is brainsick !"

"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, Simon, Herbert Alexander 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 proportional. Happy now ?"

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

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

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

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

"Who ... who wouldn't ?"

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

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

"Thought so. But heed, don't you go wankin'off tonight thinkin'about it ‘ cuz I plan to call Hayden and tell apart her you'll be there at 10am. Trust me boy, you're gon na ask all the staying power 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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Father 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 Padre Dott, my uncle Everett says all the rectify matter about you. But, let's sit and talk for a few moments."

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

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

"Father Fontane explained things."

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

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

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

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

"So, you just ram twenty miles because someone told you that my girl would blow your dick."

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

"Of course of instruction you did. acknowledge it because I don't want to play Danu out and then bear to tell her there was a mistake. I'm sure you understand. Say it !"

"okeh, yes. I drove 20 mi to ... because male parent Fontane said your daughter would ... would suck my cock."

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

"begetter Dott, you make for certain you take thoroughly care of my daughter, 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 sort of pervert are lurking out there ?"

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

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

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

He heard a schoolgirlish vox say,"Come on !"as Dana took him by the hired man and led him to a bedroom that was mostly pink and lace and overeat animals. The"girl"was on her genu in moment and cooing,"Oooo, I think I'm gon na like you !"Her script grazed the front of his blackamoor pants, then squeezed his already-hard putz.

She fumbled with his zipper and worked it open while he looked down at her passably 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 little girl, 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 of him ! -- -and there was no way he would leave that house until he guided his pleasure-seeking missile right into those juicy sassing !

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

She stroked for a few seconds longer before her perfect lip came to it and pushed over the tip and then over the head 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 Dott could not believe he was watching a pretty"fille"down on her stifle and sucking the stiffest hard-on he could remember.

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

If her digit had felt purely magical then her back talk felt purely mystic. His hammer jerked from her slow, soft, passionate sucking with a oral cavity that was altogether snugged to his putz.

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

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

He closed his middle and basked in the glory of her sweet, cocksucking oral fissure. He loved the feeling as it crawl forward and back and his rock-hard prick absorbed every sense experience.

It was so sleazy ; so wickedly demented. In a rural office of the impeccable Pristine Valley, a young daughter was in her sleeping room, on her articulatio genus, purring with passion, and performing oral sex on a priest.

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

She was practiced than all of those cleaning woman 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 point back.

"Danu ... I ..."He needed a few sec to gather himself."Everett said you want to be Thomas More of a little girl. To ... To learn to take it deep."

Her optic 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 Fatherhood Dott. I want you to sit in my comfy chair and let me suck until you cum in my lip, like I do my great uncle."

The double 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 stopcock, then it will like me. And, if you do it in my throat I won't get to swallow up and I want to take back 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 come in back !"

She nudged him toward the chair and he was helpless to her touch. His legs felt decrepit and he nearly fell. She was between his legs in an trice and her mouth was around his dent again and his psyche lay back against the chair and Danu's moist and secret mouth began caressing his wanton and necessitous hard-on.

She looked like a girl, talked like a girl, and acted like a fille. She would gull anyone. He would call up her a female child if she wanted. He would cry her Dana if she insisted. He could telephone her anything as long as she didn't stop suction until he got his nuts off -- -for her welfare, of course.

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

Dott's pecker demanded he put his hands on her psyche and pushing and pull and thrust his hips in short-stroked unison. His breathing was coming in gasps and his organic structure writhed and the girl kept sucking and together they worked for what they both wanted most.

His rib cage rattled like earth earth tremor and his testis felt like clamps and his coxa thrust and he held her head and his organic structure froze and…

In the garden pink bedroom of a rural habitation, a topical anaesthetic priest ejaculated in a girlfriend's mouth.

He shot hatful after wad of spunk into her with such effect that he knew he was decorating her tonsilla. His entire trunk was shaking and his men were gripping her psyche as he emptied his desperate formal right in the mouth of the girl-who-was-a-boy.

All too soon, it was over.

As the violent storm passed and simmer down began to subside in, his shaking body ebbed to trembling and his putz dwindled to half-hardness.

She slowly lifted her face to look at him. Her eyes were foggy and her buddy-buddy hair mussed. She opened her mouth to testify the thick deposit of jizz that she had received. She ran her glossa through it and, with angelic eyes of a devil, her lips sealed, her throat bulged, and her mouth reopened to show that she had swallowed it all.

Several minutes later, founding father Dott stood with her on her front end porch as they said good-bye.

A pulley-block down that rural road, a neighbour boy had been making his way toward Dana's home. He hoped-upon-hope that this would be the day he would finally be able to kiss the missy of his dreams.

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 bear slapped himself silly ! What was he thinking ? How could he dare have such indecent thoughts about a young woman so virtuous and a folk so wholesome that priests regularly visited ? ! ?

He turned and walked away.

Sometimes, bad timing is a in effect thing.

Had the boy arrived min earlier, Danu would not have answered the door. If the boy had looked for her through her bedroom window, he would have seen the girl of his aspiration eagerly performing oral exam sex on the erection of a man who had driven twenty 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 Danu's door. If she had answered, she would finally make granted his amorous asking and he would give French kissed her. When the metre came for him to leave, Dana would say auf wiedersehen with a giggle because she knew something that no other individual on the planet would ever know :

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



[ part 4 follows ]