contribution 3 - twenty land mile

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It was Sunday morning and Father Everett Fontane had delivered a message about honor and the sine of the pulp and reminded his followers how hard he had worked to rid Pristine vale of the blatant sex trades and drive them to the wicked city.

Seated behind the top dog priest was forefather Simon Dott who had been re-frocked and ordained as priest in the Valley just a few weeks before. He watched the congregation blowup over the hoagie that Fontane had become, yet wondered what uninformed parishioners would think if they knew that the good Father was regularly getting blow jobs in his office. Certainly some knew because Fontane had said that"anyone who should love, knows. We just don't go out broadcasting it ”.

In the starting time, Dott had nobly tried to poke muddle in Fontane's unconventional philosophical system, but the older priest had an response for everything, including how it all fit neatly into interruption that existed in the vows of chastity. His account were so concise and the temptations so enticing that Dott had not only lost the argument, but also his will to resist.

Dott had never made an payoff of Fontane's escapades because, since signing on as a counseling priest, he was getting passel of blow Book of Job himself.

When Fontane was through speaking, Dott followed him outside to recognise smiling parishioners who dressed in their Sun honest and seemed so wholesome. One could only inquire what sexual perversion lurked in the darkness of their homes, iniquities the chief priest wouldn't challenge as long as they remained hidden.

Fontane hugged children, shook hands, embraced female parent, and seemed to know everyone by gens. Dott greeted the few that he had met in his short arrest in the Valley and his nerves soared when the parents of two of his cocksucker approached. They knew their sons 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 undulation of bouncy blond whisker and a Andrew Dickson White summer dress, and a younger girlfriend who looked standardised, approached Fontane. The adult female wrapped her arms around the onetime non-Christian priest and gave him a full, frontal hug. When she stepped away, the jr. girl hugged him the same.

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

How Biden-esque, Dott chuckled.

"semen 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 Simon Dott. sire, this is my niece Hayden and her daughter Dana."

The woman extended her hand with a smile.

Despite the whoreson in his new life, Dott still had an eye for pretty girl and both of them were knockouts. He just hoped his rising grasp 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 thrust and I've been sorting of tied up what with all the direction and getting sire 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 outstanding dinner ! Besides, you can't tell me that your appointments are more authoritative than us !"

"You're correctly. Of course."

"commodity ! 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 ?"

"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 Simon, I told you I never broke a single contribution of the vow of chastity. 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 consider I am, some sort of phony ?"

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

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

Dott needed a misdirection but Sundays didn't commonly have appointments and he wasn't the form of man who would pick up a phone and call up one of his counseling families and ask them to bring their boy to wet-nurse his dick. Instead, he went to his quarter, pulled the dark glasses, and engaged in a wonderfully successful hour of masturbation.

It was nearly 9pm when headlamp flashed across his shaded window and he heard the familiar tweet of Fontane's distant car ignition lock. He felt guilty for his earlier conversation with the man. He dressed quickly and went to the hallway.

Fontane was just putting his key into the lock chamber 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 demand to be apologizin'Dott. Been a swell day so no need to be stirrin'up settled water."

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

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

He poured each of them a humble chalk of John Barleycorn, kicked off his shoes, and put his human foot on a low table. They talked for some time before Dott asked the elderly priest how his visit with his kinsperson had gone.

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

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

Fontane laughed and his head nodded."Yes Simon, I do entail that."

Dott was aghast."Are you telling me that you let that girl suck 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 got any variety of familiar physical contact with female yet you let your grand niece absorb your dick ! There's no way you can apologise that !"

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

"Cynical ? ! ? sire Fontane, you said you never broke a 1 constituent of the vow of sexual abstention, yet now I find out you've been sticking your putz in the lip of a girlfriend !"

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

"Suppose you enlighten me then."

Fontane pulled his feet from the table and leaned closer.

"What you don't know, Paul Simon,"the man said, seeming to savor his associate's suffering,"is that pretty girl ain't my rarefied niece."

"You said she was."

"Her gens ain't Dana either."

"What are you talking about ?"

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

"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 hundred questions all at one time.

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

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

"I ... I can't believe it."But, what Father-God Herb Simon Dott mostly could not conceive was how he had gotten an moment hard-on at the first sight of what he thought was a girlfriend 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 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."

"Paul Simon, 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 comparative. glad now ?"

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

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

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

Fontane poured to a greater extent pot likker and brushed his hired hand through his cotton candy-like tomentum."She wants to be more of a miss and ‘ cuz of that, she wants to get cock deep as girls do. That ain't my thing. But you ... you love them deepthroat eccentric. So I been thinkin'of telling Hayden that her daughter needs person else, someone like you. Bet you'd love to flummox your dick in that pretty footling oral fissure, wouldn't you ?"

"Who ... who wouldn't ?"

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

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

"Thought so. But listen, don't you go wankin'off tonight thinkin'about it ‘ cuz I plan to visit Hayden and tell her you'll be there at 10am. reliance me boy, you're gon na involve all the toughness you can get."

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

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

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Father of the Church Simon Dott hardly noticed the twenty-mile crusade to Hayden's rural home base because his thoughts were so consumed with expectancy. His nervousness jangled as he knocked on her room access and only eased slightly when she smiled and gave him a daily hug.

"Well Father Dott, my uncle Everett says all the right affair about you. But, let's sit and lecture for a few moments."

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

"You DO have it off, why you are you here, don't you ?"

"Father Fontane explained things."

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

"I ... He ... He said I'm to assist Danu with counseling."

Hayden laughed."Yes. counselling. 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 someone told you that my girl would suck your dick."

He wondered if he had fallen into some sort of police con and would soon see cuffs and cameras.

"Of row you did. let in it because I don't want to bring Dana out and then have to tell her there was a fault. I'm sure you understand. Say it !"

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

Hayden smiled and her head shook."You DO realize 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-God Dott, you make sure as shooting you take good care of my daughter, if you know what I mean. Do your ‘ counseling in her elbow room and Dana, don't answer the doorway until I get back. Who knows what variety of degenerates 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 mi to put his phallus in her girl's back talk, yet she was leaving !

He heard a girlish vocalism say,"Come on !"as Dana took him by the hand and led him to a bedroom that was mostly tap and lace and stuffed creature. The"young lady"was on her knees in seconds and cooing,"Oooo, I think I'm gon na like you !"Her hand grazed the front of his black pants, then squeezed his already-hard hammer.

She fumbled with his zipper and worked it undetermined while he looked down at her pretty face and the rapids amid rivers of thick, blonde hair's-breadth. 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 error.

Besides, that luscious oral fissure was right there -- -right in front man of him ! -- -and there was no way he would leave that household until he guided his pleasure-seeking missile right into those juicy lips !

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

She stroked for a few seconds longer before her perfect tense lip came to it and pushed over the tip and then over the top dog 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 cushy and male parent Simon Dott could not believe he was watching a pretty"young lady"down on her articulatio genus and sucking the stiffest hard-on he could retrieve.

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

If her digit had felt purely witching then her mouthpiece felt purely mystic. His cock jerked from her slow, soft, passionate suction 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 female child hummed and her head moved slightly up and down.

He closed his oculus and basked in the glory of her sweetness, cocksucking mouth. He loved the feeling as it crawl forward and back and his rock-hard prick absorbed every sensation.

It was so sordid ; so wickedly demented. In a rural part of the spick-and-span Pristine Valley, a young young lady was in her bedroom, on her knee, purring with love, and performing oral sex on a priest.

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

She was ripe 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 sexual climax and quickly pulled her head teacher back.

"Danu ... I ..."He needed a few s to gather himself."Everett said you want to be more of a daughter. To ... To find out to strike 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 don Dott. I want you to sit in my comfy death chair and let me suck until you cum in my oral cavity, like I do my great uncle."

The epitome 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 rooster, then it will like me. And, if you do it in my throat I won't get to swallow 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 come back !"

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

She looked like a girl, talked like a girl, and acted like a miss. She would fool anyone. He would call her a girl if she wanted. He would hollo her Dana if she insisted. He could telephone her anything as long as she didn't check suction until he got his nuts off -- -for her benefit, of course.

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

Dott's shaft demanded he put his custody on her head and push button and wrench and thrust his articulatio coxae in short-stroked unison. His breathing was coming in pant and his body writhed and the female child kept sucking and together they worked for what they both wanted most.

His rib cage rattled like dry land earth tremor and his Ball felt like clinch and his pelvis jab and he held her head and his dead body immobilize and…

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

He shot mountain after pile of heart into her with such force that he knew he was decorating her tonsil. His entire dead body was shaking and his bridge player were gripping her head as he emptied his despairing musket ball right in the mouth of the girl-who-was-a-boy.

All too soon, it was over.

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

She slowly lifted her face to look at him. Her eyes were dazed and her boneheaded pilus mussed. She opened her back talk to depict the thick deposit of jizz that she had received. She ran her tongue 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 minute later, Father Dott stood with her on her front porch as they said good-bye.

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

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 have slapped himself silly ! What was he thinking ? How could he dare suffer such indecent thoughts about a girl so pure and a family so wholesome that priests regularly visited ? ! ?

He turned and walked away.

Sometimes, bad timing is a good thing.

Had the boy arrived minutes 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 dreams eagerly performing oral sex on the erection of a man who had driven twenty Swedish mile to put his penis in her mouth.

Or, had the boy arrived a minute later, the priest would bear been gone and the boy would take in knocked on Dana's door. If she had answered, she would finally let granted his amorous request and he would birth French people kissed her. When the prison term came for him to leave, Dana would say good-bye with a giggle because she knew something that no early soul on the planet would ever know :

That boy who was leaving and was so lofty of his success had just coated his own mouth with the come of a local priest.



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