contribution 3 - XX knot

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It was Sunday morning and male parent Everett Fontane had delivered a content about honor and the Sin of the flesh and reminded his followers how hard he had worked to rid Pristine Valley of the blazing sex trades and driven them to the mischievous city.

Seated behind the main non-Christian priest was Father Simon Dott who had been re-frocked and ordained as priest in the Valley just a few weeks before. He watched the faithful effusion over the hero that Fontane had become, yet wondered what uninformed parishioners would think if they knew that the good Father was regularly getting shock Book of Job 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 offset, Dott had nobly tried to poke holes in Fontane's unconventional school of thought, but the older non-Christian priest had an answer for everything, including how it all fit neatly into gaps that existed in the vows of sexual abstention. His explanations were so concise and the enticement so enticing that Dott had not only lost the argument, but also his will to resist.

Dott had never made an issue of Fontane's escapades because, since signing on as a guidance priest, he was getting plenty of nose candy chore himself.

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

Fontane hugged children, shook men, embraced mother, and seemed to jazz everyone by public figure. Dott greeted the few that he had met in his short stoppage in the valley and his nerves soared when the parents of two of his cocksuckers approached. They knew their son 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 waves of bouncy blond hair and a Caucasian summer dress, and a younger girlfriend who looked alike, approached Fontane. The woman wrapped her arms around the older priest and gave him a full, frontal hug. When she stepped away, the younger girl hugged him the same.

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

How Biden-esque, Dott chuckled.

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

The woman extended her hand with a smile.

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

The char 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 variety of tied up what with all the direction and getting founding father Dott started."

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

"You're good. Of course."

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

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

"Going on ?"

"Well yes. When Hayden said she wanted to capture up on lost time, she winked."

"So ?"

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

"You don't think I'm messin'with my niece, do you ? underworld Simon, I told you I never broke a single piece 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 sort of phony ?"

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

Still, as mid-morning became late afternoon, Herbert Alexander Simon Dott struggled to get those view out of his head and he had to because it wasn't bazaar to suffer such distrust when he knew that Fontane had said he disapproved of incest.

Dott needed a beguilement but Sundays didn't commonly have date and he wasn't the kind of man who would pick up a speech sound and call one of his direction families and ask them to lend their boy to suck his dick. Instead, he went to his quarters, pulled the shades, and engaged in a wonderfully successful 60 minutes of masturbation.

It was nearly 9pm when headlamp flashed across his shaded windowpane and he heard the conversant tweet of Fontane's distant car lock. He felt shamed for his earliest 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 shining ; almost jolly. He smiled and shook his gray-headed head."No want to be apologizin'Dott. Been a cracking day so no need to be stirrin'up settled water."

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

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

He poured each of them a small-scale glass of liquor, kicked off his skid, and put his foundation on a low tabular array. They talked for some time before Dott asked the previous 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 than counseling."

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

Fontane laughed and his capitulum nodded."Yes Simon, I do stand for 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 believe this. Yes, I have a problem with it. You said yourself that our vows specifically say we're not to have any form of intimate contact with female person yet you let your rarefied niece nurse your dick ! There's no way you can justify that !"

"sunk fence. Well, I sure ain't surprised to get wind the misanthropical Father Dott say that."

"Cynical ? ! ? male parent Fontane, you said you never broke a bingle part of the vow of chastity, yet now I find out you've been sticking your prick in the rima oris of a girlfriend !"

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

"Suppose you enlighten me then."

Fontane pulled his infantry from the table and leaned closer.

"What you don't know, Herb Simon,"the man said, seeming to relish his associate's agony,"is that pretty daughter ain't my 1000 niece."

"You said she was."

"Her name ain't Dana either."

"What are you talking about ?"

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

"Book of 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 chief clanged with a c questions all at one time.

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

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

"I ... I can't believe it."But, what founding father Simon Dott mostly could not believe was how he had gotten an instant erecting at the firstly sight of what he thought was a girl only to now get a line 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 loony. 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 the Zealot, Marvin Neil Simon, 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 relative. Happy 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 speed headland couldn't decide between the two, his lower read/write head was nodding. Imagine having that cute face and bouncy blond haircloth bobbing in your lap.

"But let me say you, It ain't all what it seems,"Fontane said."There's problems. That's the reason I don't go out there Sir Thomas More. Been meaning to verbalize to you about it."

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

Fontane poured more than liquor and brushed his hand through his cotton candy-like fuzz."She wants to be Thomas More of a girl and ‘ cuz of that, she wants to exact tool 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 girl needs individual else, someone like you. Bet you'd love to bewilder your dick in that pretty little mouth, 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 sometime 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 her you'll be there at 10am. faith me boy, you're gon na need all the stamina you can get."

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

"Of course of instruction they would, Simon. We're non-Christian priest, not perverts."

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begetter Simon Dott hardly noticed the twenty-mile drive to Hayden's rural household because his view were so consumed with anticipation. His mettle jangled as he knocked on her doorway and only eased slightly when she smiled and gave him a casual hug.

"Well founder Dott, my uncle Everett says all the right things 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 know, why you are you here, don't you ?"

"begetter Fontane explained things."

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

"I ... He ... He said I'm to avail Dana with counseling."

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

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

"So, you just drove twenty mil because mortal told you that my daughter would suck your dick."

He wondered if he had fallen into some variety of police force con and would soon see turnup and cameras.

"Of form you did. hold it because I don't want to work Danu out and then give birth to severalize her there was a fault. I'm sure you understand. Say it !"

"Okay, yes. I drove 20 geographical mile to ... because forefather Fontane said your daughter would ... would suck my cock."

Hayden smiled and her head shook."You DO make how seedy 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 care of my girl, if you know what I mean. Do your ‘ counselling in her room and Dana, don't answer the door until I get back. Who knows what kind of degenerates 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 hoi polloi of the valley ? He had just admitted that he drove twenty naut mi to put his penis in her daughter's mouth, yet she was leaving !

He heard a girlish part say,"ejaculate on !"as Dana took him by the bridge player and led him to a sleeping room that was mostly pink and lacing and stuffed beast. The"girl"was on her knees in seconds and cooing,"Oooo, I think I'm gon na like you !"Her hand grazed the front of his calamitous pants, then squeezed his already-hard cock.

She fumbled with his zipper and worked it unfastened while he looked down at her middling aspect 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 girl, then he would be breaking his vows. But then, if everyone was lying, it wouldn't be his fault.

Besides, that yummy mouthpiece was right there -- -right in front of him ! -- -and there was no way he would lead that house until he guided his pleasure-seeking projectile right into those juicy lip !

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

She stroked for a few seconds longer before her perfect back talk 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 mouth was so soft and Father-God Simon Dott could not believe he was watching a pretty"girl"down on her knees and sucking the stiffest hard-on he could remember.

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

If her finger had felt purely magic then her mouth felt purely mystical. His prick jerked from her retard, easygoing, passionate sucking with a mouth that was altogether snugged to his rooster.

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

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

He closed his center and basked in the glory of her sweet, cocksucking mouth. He loved the notion as it crawl forward and back and his rock-hard cock absorbed every sense experience.

It was so flyblown ; so wickedly demented. In a rural role of the immaculate Pristine vale, a untried girl was in her bedroom, on her knee joint, purring with passion, 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 women who had turned him down in liveliness and even better because she sucked like a cocksucking boy because, well, that's what she was.

He felt the spate of orgasm and quickly pulled her head back.

"Dana ... I ..."He needed a few seconds to gather himself."Everett said you want to be more of a girl. To ... To determine to hold it deep."

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

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

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

"But ... I mean -- -"

"No Father Dott. I want you to sit in my comfy chair and let me suck until you cum in my oral fissure, like I do my big uncle."

The image of her sucking Fontane's hammer 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 withdraw 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 amount back !"

She nudged him toward the chairperson and he was helpless to her touch. His legs felt weak and he nearly fell. She was between his legs in an instant and her mouth was around his prick again and his brain lay back against the chair and Dana's moist and mystical backtalk began caressing his wanton and needy hard-on.

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

Her drumhead bobbed in long, even strokes. He didn't know for how long, but in fourth dimension, she shortened the diagonal and quickened her pace and she hummed more.

Dott's cock demanded he put his hands on her head and push and pull and thrust his pelvis in short-stroked unison. His external respiration was coming in gasp and his body writhed and the young woman 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 hips thrust and he held her read/write head and his body freeze down and…

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

He shot spate after spate of spunk into her with such force that he knew he was decorating her tonsils. His stallion consistency was shaking and his hands were gripping her head as he emptied his do-or-die Lucille Ball 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 resolve in, his shaking body ebbed to trembling and his cock dwindled to half-hardness.

She slowly lifted her fount to take care at him. Her centre were dazed and her thick hairsbreadth mussed. She opened her mouth to indicate the thick down payment of jizz that she had received. She ran her clapper through it and, with angelical middle of a Lucifer, her mouth sealed, her pharynx bulged, and her mouth reopened to show that she had swallowed it all.

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

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

Yet, when he was within eye-shot, he stopped because he saw Dana standing at her front man door talking to a priest. The boy could let slapped himself silly ! What was he thinking ? How could he presume have got such unseemly persuasion about a girl so gross and a home so wholesome that priests regularly visited ? ! ?

He turned and walked away.

Sometimes, bad timing is a proficient thing.

Had the boy arrived bit earlier, Danu would not have answered the door. If the boy had looked for her through her bedroom window, he would let seen the girl of his dreams eagerly performing oral sex on the erection of a man who had driven twenty statute mile to put his penis in her mouth.

Or, had the boy arrived a hour later, the priest would sustain been gone and the boy would have knocked on Danu's door. If she had answered, she would finally take granted his amatory petition and he would possess Daniel Chester French kissed her. When the time came for him to leave, Dana would say good-bye with a giggle because she knew something that no other individual on the planet would ever jazz :

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



[ part 4 follows ]