contribution 4 - Dana

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It would be easy to explain why Father Everett Fontane was not going to see a soft roast that was soon to amount to his situation door. It would be operose to excuse why the headman non-Christian priest of Pristine valley would be seen laying with a blond boy on his office sofa.

While there would seldom be a salutary day for such a discovery, this day could not have been worse for Father Simon the Zealot Dott because he was just returning from a mythological first light, 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 movement office. She handed him respective messages and said,"Father Fontane said he wants to see you as soon as you got back."

"Figured he would. Is he busybodied now ?"

"He had a advise appointee but that was an hour-and-a-half ago. I would knock first though."

And so, Father Simon Dott began a black trek toward a soft knock, a quietly opened door, and a brazen conniption that would castrate his day and send him away in shock absorber.

It was outrageous ! A sixty-something priest wrapped around an unknown quantity boy ! It was ... iniquity ! Iniquity beyond darkness ! Even Father Fontane's cleverly crafted school of thought had no tolerance for sodomy yet there he was, the sound founder, humping away !

Even so, Dott also understood the dilemma that accompanied his shock. If he confronted the old man, it would almost certainly be the end of his pleasure in the valley, but if he didn't, could he live with himself ?

His badgering 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. semen see me now."

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

The blond boy was gone and Fontane's demeanor was as if naught had happened.

"How was your morning ?"the quondam 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 position door and I saw you ... with some boy."

Fontane stared before his unproblematic reply,"So ?"

"You were ..."

"I was what, Simon ?"

Well, if the old man was going to brazenly advertize the matter, then so would Dott !

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

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

"How could I not worry about it ? buggery 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 prat. What else would you name it ?"

"Yeah, I was spooning him and I was fucking him from behind, 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, spoonful us up, then I fuck him between his thighs."

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

"Yup. Creamed all over them soft thigh. Ahhhh, so effective ! Like fuckin'a cleaning woman. But, my dearly Simon, it wasn't sex. And, it wasn't sodomy. And, it wasn't with no female. So, it all paroxysm right in decent and straight, pretty much like them blowjobs you like."

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

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

"Like what ?"

"affair. We're not to give birth intimacy with anyone."

Father of the Church Fontane put his forearms on his desk to tip toward his associate."Look Dott, you really don't want to go making a big foetor about things do you ? Wouldn't it break for you to…you know ... settle down and you and me come to an understanding ?"

Dott heard scourge in Fontane's lyric and felt both his resolve and voice soften.

"okey Everett. Okay. But, can we at least talk about the matter of familiarity ? I mean, after what I saw, I think you can see why I need to ask."

"That's adept Simon. grounds it ain't ‘ intimacy'is because I looked it long time ago. Memorized it. intimacy is deep affection like with kissing, hugging, romance, or sexual coition. I don't kiss son so therefore, I don't mash them either. Never penetrated him so wasn't intercourse. Hugging don't enumeration ‘ cuz we're non-Christian priest. 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 remember, it's our job to help them male child so they don't go off gettin'defiled by them degenerate in the city."He poured two glasses of whiskey."Here. Let's toast our new understanding."

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

Besides, what right did he have to pronounce ? sooner that morning, he was the one who was pervey enough to get sucked off by a blond missy who he knew was actually a boy. And wasn't he the one who had admitted to the"young lady's"mother that he had driven twenty miles to put his member in her girl's oral fissure ? And, wasn't he the one who tried to put his dick down the girlfriend's pharynx 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 lecture about something else. You have a upright 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 peter down her throat ?"

"She ... She wouldn't do it. She said ‘ next 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 female child, so you better get that done tomorrow. But, at least severalize 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 course 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 whore ! She knows better, but she spends a lot of prison term on her knees, heh-heh. Like mother, like daughter."

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When Hayden arrived with Danu the next day, she pulled Dott aside and said,"looking Fatherhood Dott, I don't appreciate you coming to my home base and doing what you did to my daughter !"

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

"But ... I ... You knew about it. You even made me admit that I drove XX international nautical mile for her to draw my cock."

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

No one in the world was more projecting than Father Simon Dott in that moment as he exhaled fear-ladened breathing space in a exclusive 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 get hold someone else."

Could Pristine valley get any freakier ? Fontane's doctrine ratified blowjobs as a service to"impoverished"shit. His own grandniece was actually a cocksucking boy and he had arranged for Dott to be intimate her sassing. Her mother knew about it and had left for the grange where she gave infinite blowjobs. And now, she had just commanded him to put his dick down her"daughter's"throat !

Not that he would object in any way. Despite being a boy, Dana made for one hot lady friend, one that made men do double-takes and kept them from ever guessing that the movement of their hardons was a cocksucking boy ! Dana, with the full and thick blond hair and blue eyes. Dana, dressed in a pink tank top and ecru boxers. Danu, smooth all over and that lip -- -

"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 Fatherhood Dott."Her fingers traced to his pants."I like that you're a priest who don't get girls."

And with that, Church Father Dott lost his maiden fortune to be the responsible for adult who controlled things.

She went slowly to her knees. `` But, I 'll suck so you do n't need girls. ``

Dott thought his cock would irrupt."But, you know we have to do Sir Thomas More. You have to take it deep."

"I will if you let me suck."

His zipper was down and her mouth was already beginning to gobble up his laborious shaft. Her soft, creamy mouth made him lose his will to resist. His knee felt infirm and his eyes closed as he felt the afters, rolling ace of her mystical mouth.

Ah ... yes ... sucking, his brain repeated. Suck my stopcock you sweet piffling"female child ”.

Just outside, the consort director was leading a mathematical group of prospective scholar and their families on a turn of the facility. He described Dott as the"honorable and humble and giving new priest of the Valley."As the group moved on its way, none were aware that behind the wall that separated them, the ethical and humiliate 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"deeper things ”.

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

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

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

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

"No. I mean, your pharynx is virtuous. We'll go easy. Just unfold your mouth and I'll do the rest."

The lady friend slumped.

'' flavour Dana, I have a job to do. I 'm going to bed you in the sass or you might as well leave. ``

She brought herself upright on her knees and opened her mouth. Just the sight of that back talk ... so undecided ... so quick ... so wet and pinkish ... made him afraid to even come to his rooster. But, he had a job to do so he took matter in-hand and brought the tip of his erection to her backtalk. Her warm up 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, Dana. Relax."He eased in a fiddling more and then ... he felt her tight, virginal, entrance and he was reminded that the way to heaven was pin down and only a few would get hold it. Whether he was a non-Christian priest doing a Robert William Service or a lust-crazed animal with pauperism was beginning to not weigh ! He had to bonk this"missy"and null was going to stop him !

She gagged slightly and put her palms against his second joint as if to resist. He reminded her to relax and"Just let it happen, Dana. Let it happen."

He was desperate to bury his ivory in her ; bury his pearl deep into her and fuck her and pump millions of his fertile spermatozoa right down her cocksucking pharynx !

He felt her gateway yield and his cockhead snug in the tightness of her innocent and uninfluenced anchor ring of virtue. He was nearly gasping from joy. He eased forward more and ... yes ! ... the chief of his"steel"was sheathed beyond that ring. He was in ! Not all of the way yet, but once that mushroom headway got by that annulus of immunity, the ease was certain !

"O ... okey Dana,"he said with a palpitation spokesperson."keep still."

He gripped her psyche tighter and slowly, very slowly, sire Simon the Canaanite Dott pushed his raise penis all the way into the girl's pharynx. He felt her nose against his pubes and his egg against her Kuki-Chin.

He began fucking her. cryptical and slow. Asking if she was okay. Fucking her with long fortuity. Controlling himself. Getting her comfortable. Getting her ready for the really fucking that was to watch.

Five transactions, then ten, then fifteen passed before he said,"okey Danu, 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 dick down her throat and two mitt gripping her head.

"trade good daughter. You'll be OK. Are you set up ?"

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

He began in fluent stroke, pulling back until he almost slipped from her throat and back in until her face was affluent with his abdomen. Again and again. Minute after mo after minute. A little Thomas More energy. Nearly half-speed. She didn't squirm or try to pull away.

As his rate 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 duty or doing her a service or what anyone would think of him. The sentence had come to fuck the girl of his lust-filled dreams and pump his seed into her and alleviate himself cryptical in that gorgeous, cocksucking mouth and zilch was going to intercept him !

It was no long about her. It was about him. His need. His lust. His balls boiling and needing exit.

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"genuine"girl then she had to get fucked by a real man ! Any consequence of their perverse mating was all on her ! She knew before she came there that he was going to fuck her in the mouth ! If she didn't want it, then she should birth stayed home. And, she certainly shouldn't have dropped to her knees in strawman 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 reckon about was how often he wanted to cum in her ; deep in her ! And as the here and now past and his lustfulness built and he felt himself approaching climax, he pulled her head to him until her face was smashed against his body. His hip thrust hard as he buried his bone deep down her throat and his orb quaked and father Simon Dott began inseminating the throat of the blonde girl who was actually a cocksucking boy.

His body yanked back slightly then jammed his hard rod back into her flaccid depths as he blasted her innards again. Two, three, four Sir Thomas More clip, he rammed into her as thick as he could go and each time, he pumped a arduous dose of semen into her. Two more prison term he did the same and on the tierce, he rammed it down her throat as deep as it would go and he let out a primal growling and one finish window pane of rich, loggerheaded, fertile sperm.

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

When it finally did, he released her foreland and the girl slowly slumped to the floor like a rag doll. Her pilus was mussed and her optic dazed. Her lips were gusty and her fount reddened. But, her dead body writhed in a slow-motion manner so at least he knew he hadn't killed her..

His cock dripped semen. Proof of a job well done. It was in her. Jizz. His jizz ! His spermatozoon maddened looking for ovaries and only finding tonsils.

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

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

When they were gone, Dott met with Fontane, gave a good account, and was patted on the rachis for a job well done.

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

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

"Why would you finger shamed ?"the boss non-Christian priest asked.

"Because ... Because it was hunger. Pure lust. I didn't do it for Dana. I did it for me. I fucked your grandniece because I'm a hopeless pervert who could only intend about how lots I wanted to get my ballock 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 whoreson down there slurping on your manhood."

"So, you've had those sentiment ?"

"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 suck. The job ain't complete til we feed ‘ em cum and whatever you hafta do to apply 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 starve. stark lust."

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