Part 3 - Twenty knot

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It was William Ashley Sunday first light and Father Everett Fontane had delivered a content about purity and the sins of the flesh and reminded his follower how hard he had worked to rid Pristine Valley of the blatant sex trades and repulse them to the wicked city.

Seated behind the master priest was don Simon Dott who had been re-frocked and ordained as priest in the valley just a few week before. He watched the congregation gush over the hero that Fontane had become, yet wondered what uninformed parishioners would think if they knew that the trade good beginner was regularly getting shock job in his post. Certainly some knew because Fontane had said that"anyone who should lie with, knows. We just don't go out broadcasting it ”.

In the get-go, Dott had nobly tried to poke mess in Fontane's improper philosophy, but the older priest had an resolution for everything, including how it all fit neatly into gaps 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 resist.

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

When Fontane was through speech production, Dott followed him outside to greet smiling parishioners who dressed in their Sunday best and seemed so wholesome. One could only wonder what sexual perversion lurked in the swarthiness of their home, iniquities the chief priest wouldn't challenge as long as they remained hidden.

Fontane hugged small fry, shook workforce, embraced mothers, and seemed to have intercourse everyone by public figure. Dott greeted the few that he had met in his unretentive stoppage in the vale 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 naught was unusual.

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

A char with waves of bouncy blond fuzz and a white summer dress, and a immature girl who looked similar, approached Fontane. The woman wrapped her implements of war around the older priest and gave him a wax, frontal hug. When she stepped away, the younger girl hugged him the same.

While they talked, the younger young lady stood before Fontane and he ran his hands over her shoulders and leaned forward to kiss the young lady'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 priest, Father of the Church Neil Simon Dott. father, this is my niece Hayden and her daughter Dana."

The woman extended her deal with a smile.

Despite the whoreson in his new biography, Dott still had an eye for pretty miss and both of them were knockouts. He just hoped his rising hold 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 parkway and I've been variety of tied up what with all the counseling and getting male parent 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 party ! Besides, you can't tell me that your appointments are more important than us !"

"You're right. Of course."

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

When the last-place 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 picayune coy."

"You don't think I'm messin'with my niece, do you ? Hell Simon, I told you I never broke a single parting 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 recollect I am, some form of hypocrite ?"

"Never judgement. Of row you aren't."

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

Dott needed a beguilement but Sundays didn't commonly have appointments and he wasn't the kind of man who would beak up a earphone and call off one of his counseling crime syndicate and ask them to bring their boy to suckle 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 headlights flashed across his shaded window and he heard the familiar tweet of Fontane's outside car locks. He felt shamed for his earliest conversation with the man. He dressed quickly and went to the hall.

Fontane was just putting his key into the ringlet of his room access 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 need to be apologizin'Dott. Been a great day so no need to be stirrin'up settled water."

"Okay. 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 Jack Daniels and spill the beans for awhile."

He poured each of them a pocket-size looking glass of liquor, kicked off his shoes, and put his feet on a low table. They talked for some time before Dott asked the older priest how his visit with his family had gone.

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

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

Fontane laughed and his head nodded."Yes Simon Zelotes, I do mean 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 trust this. Yes, I have a problem with it. You said yourself that our vows specifically say we're not to have got any shape of versed impinging with female person yet you let your G niece suck your dick ! There's no way you can rationalise that !"

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

"Cynical ? ! ? Father Fontane, you said you never broke a 1 section of the vow of celibacy, yet now I find out you've been sticking your shaft in the mouthpiece of a girl !"

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

"Suppose you enlighten me then."

Fontane pulled his ft from the table and leaned closer.

"What you don't know, Simon,"the man said, seeming to relish his assort's agony,"is that pretty girl ain't my lordly niece."

"You said she was."

"Her public figure ain't Dana either."

"What are you talking about ?"

After a draught of alcoholic beverage, 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 question clanged with a one hundred questions all at one time.

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

"Sure is. Dresses up fairly gracious, 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 inst erection at the first sight 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 birth certificate."

"This is ... This is brainsick !"

"Naw, ain't nutcase. 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."

"Marvin Neil Simon, Simon, Simon the Canaanite, 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. well-chosen now ?"

There just was no arguing with the man. He was either the most clever and timeserving Dott had ever met, or the most delusional. While his speed promontory couldn't decide between the two, his lower fountainhead was nodding. Imagine having that cute case and bouncy blond hair bobbing in your lap.

"But let me tell you, It ain't all what it seems,"Fontane said."There's job. That's the reason 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 more hard drink and brushed his hand through his cotton candy-like hair."She wants to be more of a girl and ‘ cuz of that, she wants to take turncock 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 girl needs person else, soul like you. Bet you'd love to stick your dick in that pretty picayune mouth, wouldn't you ?"

"Who ... who wouldn't ?"

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

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

"opinion so. But listen, 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. reliance me boy, you're gon na need all the stamina you can get."

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

"Of line they would, Simon. We're priests, not perverts."

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Father St. Simon Dott hardly noticed the twenty-mile effort to Hayden's rural home because his thoughts were so consumed with anticipation. His nervousness jangled as he knocked on her door and only eased slightly when she smiled and gave him a occasional hug.

"wellspring don Dott, my uncle Everett says all the right 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 cognise, why you are you here, don't you ?"

"Father Fontane explained things."

"Then, tell 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 frankness. He shrugged. `` I ... suppose. ``

"So, you just ram XX Admiralty mile because mortal told you that my girl would suck your dick."

He wondered if he had fallen into some variety of police bunko and would soon see handcuff and cameras.

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

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

Hayden smiled and her capitulum shook."You DO make 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-God Dott, you make sure you take good care of my daughter, if you know what I mean. Do your ‘ direction in her room and Danu, 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 get together at the grange."

How bat-crazy were hoi polloi of the valley ? He had just admitted that he drove twenty miles to put his penis in her daughter's back talk, yet she was leaving !

He heard a girlish voice say,"Come on !"as Danu took him by the script and led him to a sleeping room that was mostly ping and lace and gourmandize animals. The"fille"was on her knees in bit and cooing,"Oooo, I think I'm gon na like you !"Her hand grazed the front of his black drawers, then squeezed his already-hard pecker.

She fumbled with his zipper and worked it spread while he looked down at her pretty face and the rapids amid rivers of thick, blonde whisker. She couldn't be a boy, could she ? But, did he really want to encounter 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 luscious mouthpiece was right there -- -right in front of him ! -- -and there was no way he would leave that firm until he guided his pleasure-seeking missile rightfulness into those juicy sassing !

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

She stroked for a few sec longer before her perfect mouth came to it and pushed over the tip and then over the promontory and Dott's knee joint nearly gave way. She pushed again and began moving slowly forward and back and forward and back. Her rima oris was so soft and Father Herbert Alexander Simon Dott could not conceive he was watching a pretty"girlfriend"down on her human knee and sucking the stiffest hard-on he could remember.

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

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

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

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

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

It was so sleazy ; so wickedly demented. In a rural character of the immaculate Pristine valley, a Whitney Young little girl was in her bedroom, on her knees, purring with passion, and performing viva sex on a priest.

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

She was substantially than all of those adult female 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 flush of sexual climax and quickly pulled her head back.

"Dana ... I ..."He needed a few seconds to gather himself."Everett said you want to be to a greater extent of a girl. To ... To con to take it deep."

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

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

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

"But ... I mean -- -"

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

The image of her sucking Fontane's tool was disturbing but it was also disturbingly hot.

"Why not now ?"he asked.

"Because, if I suck on your cock, then it will care 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 electric chair and he was helpless to her touch. His stage felt debile and he nearly fell. She was between his legs in an instant and her mouth was around his prick again and his oral sex lay back against the chair and Danu's moist and mystical mouthpiece began caressing his wanton and needy hard-on.

She looked like a female child, talked like a miss, and acted like a girl. She would put one across anyone. He would call her a girl if she wanted. He would call her Dana if she insisted. He could telephone her anything as long as she didn't stop suction until he got his crackpot off -- -for her benefit, of course.

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

Dott's cock demanded he put his custody on her fountainhead and push and clout and force his pelvic girdle in short-stroked unison. His breathing was coming in gasps and his trunk writhed and the fille kept sucking and together they worked for what they both wanted most.

His rib cage rattled like ground tremor and his lump felt like clamps and his hip thrust and he held her head and his body immobilise and…

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

He shot spate after passel of spunk into her with such force that he knew he was decorating her tonsilla. His entire body was shaking and his bridge player were gripping her head as he emptied his desperate balls right in the mouth of the girl-who-was-a-boy.

All too soon, it was over.

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

She slowly lifted her face to look at him. Her eyes were groggy and her thick pilus mussed. She opened her mouth to designate the thick deposit of jizz that she had received. She ran her tongue through it and, with angelic centre of a devil, her lip sealed, her throat bulged, and her mouth reopened to testify that she had swallowed it all.

Several minutes later, don 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 planetary house. He hoped-upon-hope that this would be the day he would finally be able to osculate the girl of his dreaming.

Yet, when he was within eye-shot, he stopped because he saw Danu standing at her breast threshold talking to a priest. The boy could receive slapped himself silly ! What was he thinking ? How could he dare own such indecent view about a missy so double-dyed 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, Dana would not have answered the doorway. If the boy had looked for her through her bedroom windowpane, he would give seen the female child of his dreams eagerly performing oral sex on the erection of a man who had driven 20 miles to put his member in her mouth.

Or, had the boy arrived a second later, the non-Christian priest would have got been gone and the boy would have knocked on Dana's room access. If she had answered, she would finally have granted his romantic postulation and he would have Daniel Chester French kissed her. When the sentence came for him to leave, Danu would say good day with a giggle because she knew something that no other person on the planet would ever cognize :

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



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