Part 3 - Twenty mile

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It was Sunday morning and Father Everett Fontane had delivered a substance about purity and the sins of the flesh and reminded his following how hard he had worked to rid Pristine Valley of the conspicuous sex trades and ram them to the wicked city.

Seated behind the principal non-Christian priest was Father Simon Zelotes Dott who had been re-frocked and ordained as priest in the valley just a few weeks before. He watched the congregation gush over the Cuban sandwich that Fontane had become, yet wondered what uninformed parishioners would call back if they knew that the good begetter was regularly getting blow line of work in his office. Certainly some knew because Fontane had said that"anyone who should jazz, knows. We just don't go out broadcasting it ”.

In the get-go, Dott had nobly tried to poke holes in Fontane's unconventional doctrine, but the honest-to-goodness priest had an solvent for everything, including how it all fit neatly into disruption that existed in the vows of celibacy. His explanation were so concise and the enticement so enticing that Dott had not only lost the literary argument, but also his will to resist.

Dott had never made an outlet of Fontane's adventure because, since signing on as a counseling priest, he was getting plenty of blow jobs himself.

When Fontane was through oral presentation, Dott followed him outside to greet smiling parishioners who dressed in their Billy Sunday best and seemed so wholesome. One could only enquire what perversions lurked in the swarthiness of their homes, iniquities the chief priest wouldn't challenge as long as they remained hidden.

Fontane hugged youngster, shook manpower, embraced mother, and seemed to love everyone by gens. Dott greeted the few that he had met in his little hitch in the valley and his heart soared when the parents of two of his son of a bitch approached. They knew their Logos were regularly blowing him yet they acted as if nothing was unusual.

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

A woman with Wave of bouncy blond whisker and a white summer dress, and a young girl who looked similar, approached Fontane. The woman wrapped her arms around the older priest and gave him a full, frontage hug. When she stepped away, the untested girl hugged him the same.

While they talked, the younger girl stood before Fontane and he ran his bridge player over her articulatio humeri and leaned forward to snog the girl's head.

How Biden-esque, Dott chuckled.

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

The charwoman extended her hired man with a smile.

Despite the bastard in his new lifespan, Dott still had an eye for reasonably young woman and both of them were KO. 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 cause and I've been form of tied up what with all the direction and getting Father Dott started."

"Well, that's no exculpation !"she protested with a mock-pout."I insist you come and see us. Tonight. I'll fix a expectant dinner ! Besides, you can't tell me that your assignment are more important than us !"

"You're the right way. Of course."

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

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

"Going on ?"

"Well yes. When Hayden said she wanted to arrest up on lost clip, 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 ? Hades Simon, I told you I never broke a undivided parting 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 call up I am, some variety of phony ?"

"Never psyche. Of course of instruction you aren't."

Still, as mid-morning became deep afternoon, Simon Dott struggled to get those thoughts out of his head and he had to because it wasn't fair to have such intuition when he knew that Fontane had said he disapproved of incest.

Dott needed a distraction but Lord's Day didn't commonly have appointee and he wasn't the kind of man who would pick up a sound and call one of his guidance crime syndicate and ask them to lend their boy to breastfeed his gumshoe. Instead, he went to his quarters, pulled the shades, and engaged in a wonderfully successful hr of masturbation.

It was nearly 9pm when headlight flashed across his shaded windowpane and he heard the familiar tweet of Fontane's remote car whorl. He felt shamed for his before conversation with the man. He dressed quickly and went to the hallway.

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 hopeful ; almost jolly. He smiled and shook his gray drumhead."No need to be apologizin'Dott. Been a nifty day so no pauperization to be stirrin'up settled water."

"okeh. well, as long as everything is all right wing between us."

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

He poured each of them a pocket-sized glass of pot liquor, kicked off his shoes, and put his foundation on a low table. They talked for some time before Dott asked the onetime priest how his sojourn with his kinsperson had gone.

"Very well. Yes. Very well. I really should get out there more often. Danu really does need a lot more than counseling."

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

Fontane laughed and his chief nodded."Yes Simon, I do have in mind that."

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

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

"I can't trust this. Yes, I have a job with it. You said yourself that our vows specifically say we're not to have any signifier of adumbrate contact with female person yet you let your one thousand niece fellate your dick ! There's no way you can vindicate that !"

"Ha-ha. wellspring, I sure ain't surprised to hear the cynical Father Dott say that."

"Cynical ? ! ? Father Fontane, you said you never broke a undivided parting of the vow of celibacy, yet now I find out you've been sticking your peter in the mouth of a girl !"

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

"Suppose you enlighten me then."

Fontane pulled his foot from the table and leaned closer.

"What you don't know, Herbert Alexander Simon,"the man said, seeming to bask his fellow's agony,"is that pretty girl ain't my grand niece."

"You said she was."

"Her name ain't Danu either."

"What are you talking about ?"

After a gulp of alcoholic beverage, Fontane said,"Because Paul Simon, her name is Daniel."

"Book of Daniel ?"

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

Dott's head clanged with a c questions all at one time.

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

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

"I ... I can't believe it."But, what don Simon Dott mostly could not believe was how he had gotten an minute erecting at the initiative flock of what he thought was a miss only to now learn that"she"was actually a boy.

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

"This is ... This is loony !"

"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, Neil Simon, Simon, we've talked about this. think ? If it ain't sex, it ain't sin and bj's ain't sex. So no, I didn't have sex with a relative. glad now ?"

There just was no arguing with the man. He was either the most cunning and opportunistic Dott had ever met, or the most delusional. While his pep pill capitulum couldn't decide between the two, his lower head was nodding. Imagine having that cute face and bouncy blond hairsbreadth bobbing in your lap.

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

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

Fontane poured Sir Thomas More spirits and brushed his hand through his cotton wool candy-like hair."She wants to be more of a young woman and ‘ cuz of that, she wants to necessitate dick deep as young woman do. That ain't my thing. But you ... you love them deepthroat character. So I been thinkin'of telling Hayden that her daughter needs someone else, soul like you. Bet you'd love to stick your dick in that pretty little mouth, wouldn't you ?"

"Who ... who wouldn't ?"

"fountainhead 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 !"

"cerebration so. But mind, don't you go wankin'off tonight thinkin'about it ‘ cuz I plan to send for Hayden and tell her you'll be there at 10am. confidence me boy, you're gon na take all the stamina you can get."

"But, no mother would put her son ... I mean daughter ... with a complete stranger."

"Of path they would, Herbert A. Simon. We're priest, not perverts."

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Father Simon Dott hardly noticed the twenty-mile ride 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 occasional hug.

"Well founding father Dott, my uncle Everett says all the rightfulness things about you. But, let's sit and talking for a few moments."

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

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

"sire Fontane explained things."

"Then, distinguish 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 forthrightness. He shrugged. `` I ... suppose. ``

"So, you just drove twenty international nautical mile because somebody told you that my daughter would suck your dick."

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

"Of course you did. Admit it because I don't want to lend Dana out and then take to tell her there was a mistake. I'm sure you understand. Say it !"

"Okay, yes. I drove twenty miles to ... because Father Fontane said your daughter would ... would suck my cock."

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

"Father Dott, you make sure you take good aid of my daughter, if you know what I mean. Do your ‘ counseling in her room and Danu, don't answer the door until I get back. Who knows what kind of deviant are lurking out there ?"

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

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

How bat-crazy were people of the Valley ? He had just admitted that he drove twenty dollar bill miles to put his member in her daughter's mouth, yet she was leaving !

He heard a girlish spokesperson say,"Come on !"as Dana took him by the mitt and led him to a bedroom that was mostly pinko and lace and stuffed animals. The"girl"was on her knee in seconds and cooing,"Oooo, I think I'm gon na like you !"Her hand grazed the straw man of his pitch-black knickers, then squeezed his already-hard cock.

She fumbled with his zip and worked it heart-to-heart while he looked down at her fairly 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 miss, then he would be breaking his vows. But then, if everyone was lying, it wouldn't be his break.

Besides, that scrumptious oral fissure was right there -- -right in forepart of him ! -- -and there was no way he would leave that house until he guided his pleasure-seeking projectile right wing into those juicy brim !

"Ooooo, I like,"the girl swooned. Her center never left his shaft while her finger's breadth gently stroked.

She stroked for a few bit longer before her staring sass came to it and pushed over the tip and then over the psyche and Dott's articulatio genus nearly gave way. She pushed again and began moving slowly forward and back and forward and back. Her sassing was so soft and Father-God Simon Dott could not think he was watching a pretty"girl"down on her knee and sucking the stiffest hard-on he could remember.

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

If her finger had felt purely magical then her backtalk felt purely mystical. His peter jerked from her retard, soft, passionate sucking with a mouth that was altogether snugged to his hammer.

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

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

He closed his eyes and basked in the gloriole of her confection, cocksucking mouth. He loved the feeling as it crawl forward and back and his rock-hard cock absorbed every sense impression.

It was so squalid ; so wickedly demented. In a rural part of the immaculate Pristine valley, a young girl was in her sleeping room, on her knee joint, purring with cacoethes, and performing oral sex on a priest.

Her mother knew. His boss knew. Both had given their blessing.

She was better than all of those cleaning woman who had turned him down in life story and even better because she sucked like a cocksucking boy because, well, that's what she was.

He felt the boot of orgasm and quickly pulled her straits back.

"Dana ... I ..."He needed a few second gear to gather himself."Everett said you want to be more than of a girl. To ... To see to strike it deep."

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

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

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

"But ... I mean -- -"

"No Father Dott. I want you to sit in my comfy chairwoman and let me give suck until you cum in my mouth, like I do my not bad uncle."

The icon of her sucking Fontane's rooster was disturbing but it was also disturbingly hot.

"Why not now ?"he asked.

"Because, if I suck on your cock, then it will wish me. And, if you do it in my throat I won't get to swallow up and I want to eat up 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 hail back !"

She nudged him toward the chair and he was incapacitated to her touching. His leg felt feeble and he nearly fell. She was between his peg in an moment and her mouth was around his prick again and his headway lay back against the chair and Danu's moist and occult lip began caressing his wanton and indigent hard-on.

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

Her head bobbed in foresightful, even shot. He didn't know for how long, but in time, she shortened the apoplexy and quickened her pace and she hummed more.

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

His rib cage rattled like earth tremors and his glob felt like clamp and his pelvis thrust and he held her head and his body froze and…

In the pink bedroom of a rural family, a local priest ejaculated in a girlfriend's mouth.

He shot spate after mickle of touchwood into her with such power that he knew he was decorating her tonsils. His entire body was shaking and his hands were gripping her school principal as he emptied his desperate bollock right in the back talk of the girl-who-was-a-boy.

All too soon, it was over.

As the storm passed and calm began to resolve in, his shaking body ebbed to trembling and his cock dwindled to half-hardness.

She slowly lifted her boldness to look at him. Her eyes were dazed and her thick hairsbreadth mussed. She opened her mouth to exhibit the thick deposit of jizz that she had received. She ran her tongue through it and, with angelical eyes of a Satan, her backtalk sealed, her throat bulged, and her lip reopened to render that she had swallowed it all.

Several minute of arc later, begetter Dott stood with her on her front porch as they said good-bye.

A pulley block down that rural route, a neighbor boy had been making his way toward Danu's theater. He hoped-upon-hope that this would be the day he would finally be able to snog the girl of his ambition.

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 induce slapped himself silly ! What was he thinking ? How could he dare possess such unseemly thoughts about a girl so utter and a family so wholesome that priests regularly visited ? ! ?

He turned and walked away.

Sometimes, bad timing is a thoroughly thing.

Had the boy arrived minutes earlier, Dana would not suffer answered the door. If the boy had looked for her through her bedroom window, he would let seen the girl of his pipe dream eagerly performing oral sex on the erection of a man who had driven 20 miles to put his penis in her mouth.

Or, had the boy arrived a min later, the priest would deliver been gone and the boy would have got knocked on Dana's door. If she had answered, she would finally have granted his amorous request and he would bear French kissed her. When the time came for him to leave, Dana would say sayonara with a giggle because she knew something that no early someone 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 ]