role 3 - twenty dollar bill Swedish mile

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It was Sunday daybreak and Fatherhood Everett Fontane had delivered a message about purity and the Sin of the flesh and reminded his followers how hard he had worked to rid Pristine Valley of the blatant sex trade and driven them to the wicked city.

Seated behind the chief non-Christian priest was Father Neil Simon Dott who had been re-frocked and ordained as priest in the vale just a few weeks before. He watched the congregation outpouring over the hoagy that Fontane had become, yet wondered what uninformed parishioners would believe if they knew that the good Father was regularly getting C jobs 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 beginning, Dott had nobly tried to poke holes in Fontane's unlawful doctrine, but the older priest had an reply for everything, including how it all fit neatly into crack that existed in the vows of celibacy. His explanations were so concise and the temptation so enticing that Dott had not only lost the contention, but also his will to hold out.

Dott had never made an issue of Fontane's escapades because, since signing on as a direction priest, he was getting muckle of blow jobs himself.

When Fontane was through public speaking, Dott followed him outside to greet smiling parishioners who dressed in their Dominicus best and seemed so wholesome. One could only wonder what perversions lurked in the shadow of their dwelling house, iniquities the chief priest wouldn't challenge as long as they remained hidden.

Fontane hugged children, shook manus, embraced mother, and seemed to know everyone by name. Dott greeted the few that he had met in his curt stay in the vale and his face soared when the parents of two of his cocksuckers approached. They knew their sons were regularly blowing him yet they acted as if aught was unusual.

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

A char with wafture of bouncy blonde hair and a white summertime garb, and a young girl who looked standardized, approached Fontane. The woman wrapped her blazon 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 missy stood before Fontane and he ran his hired hand over her shoulder joint and leaned forward to buss 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, founding father Herb 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 aliveness, Dott still had an eye for somewhat girls and both of them were dish. He just hoped his rising appreciation wasn't obvious.

The womanhood 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 private road and I've been sort 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 great dinner ! Besides, you can't tell me that your appointments are more important than us !"

"You're right wing. Of course."

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

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

"Going on ?"

"Well yes. When Hayden said she wanted to fascinate up on lost sentence, she winked."

"So ?"

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

"You don't think I'm messin'with my niece, do you ? infernal region Herb Simon, I told you I never broke a single part 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 kind of dissimulator ?"

"Never intellect. Of course of action you aren't."

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

Dott needed a distraction but Sundays didn't commonly have designation and he wasn't the form of man who would pick up a phone and call one of his counsel household and ask them to bring their boy to suck his dick. Instead, he went to his quarters, pulled the shades, and engaged in a wonderfully successful hour of masturbation.

It was nearly 9pm when headlights flashed across his shaded window and he heard the familiar spirit tweet of Fontane's remote car lock chamber. He felt guilty for his other conversation with the man. He dressed quickly and went to the hall.

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 bright ; almost jolly. He smiled and shook his gray head."No need to be apologizin'Dott. Been a cracking day so no need to be stirrin'up settled water."

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

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

He poured each of them a pocket-sized glassful of booze, kicked off his shoes, and put his feet on a low tabular array. They talked for some metre before Dott asked the older priest how his sojourn with his phratry had gone.

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

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

Fontane laughed and his brain nodded."Yes Simon, 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 conceive this. Yes, I have a trouble with it. You said yourself that our vows specifically say we're not to bear any physical body of intimate contact with female person yet you let your lofty niece suck up your putz ! There's no way you can rationalise that !"

"sunk fence. wellspring, I sure ain't surprised to hear the cynical Father Dott say that."

"Cynical ? ! ? Father Fontane, you said you never broke a single part of the vow of celibacy, yet now I find out you've been sticking your pecker in the mouth of a female child !"

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

"Suppose you enlighten me then."

Fontane pulled his base from the table and leaned closer.

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

"You said she was."

"Her figure ain't Dana either."

"What are you talking about ?"

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

"Daniel ?"

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

Dott's head clanged with a hundred enquiry all at one time.

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

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

"I ... I can't believe it."But, what Father Simon Dott mostly could not think was how he had gotten an instant erection at the first mickle 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 birthing certificate."

"This is ... This is crazy !"

"Naw, ain't crazy. It's Pristine vale,"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, Simon, Simon, we've talked about this. retrieve ? 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 cunning and opportunist Dott had ever met, or the most delusional. While his upper head couldn't decide between the two, his lower head was nodding. Imagine having that cute aspect and bouncy blond hair bobbing in your lap.

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

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

Fontane poured more liquor and brushed his hand through his cotton wool candy-like hair."She wants to be more of a girl and ‘ cuz of that, she wants to take prick deep as girls do. That ain't my matter. But you ... you love them deepthroat types. So I been thinkin'of telling Hayden that her daughter needs soul else, somebody like you. Bet you'd beloved to stay your hawkshaw in that pretty piddling oral fissure, 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 !"

"intellection so. But listen, don't you go wankin'off tonight thinkin'about it ‘ cuz I plan to shout out Hayden and tell her you'll be there at 10am. Trust me boy, you're gon na require all the stamina you can get."

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

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

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

"Well beginner Dott, my uncle Everett says all the rightfulness things about you. But, let's sit and talk of the town for a few moments."

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

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

"sire Fontane explained things."

"Then, narrate me. recite me why you are here."

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

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

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

"So, you just repel twenty dollar bill statute mile because someone told you that my daughter would suck your dick."

He wondered if he had fallen into some kind of police force confidence game and would soon see cuffs and cameras.

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

"okay, yes. I drove 20 miles to ... because Father Fontane said your daughter would ... would suck up my cock."

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

"Father of the Church Dott, you make sure enough you take honest forethought of my daughter, if you know what I mean. Do your ‘ counseling in her way and Dana, don't answer the threshold 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 confluence at the grange."

How bat-crazy were people of the valley ? He had just admitted that he drove twenty miles to put his penis in her girl's oral cavity, yet she was leaving !

He heard a girlish representative say,"Come on !"as Dana took him by the manus and led him to a bedroom that was mostly pink and lace and stuffed fauna. The"girl"was on her knee joint in s and cooing,"Oooo, I think I'm gon na like you !"Her hand grazed the front of his dim pants, then squeezed his already-hard prick.

She fumbled with his zipper and worked it undecided while he looked down at her fairly expression and the rapids amid rivers of thick, blond hairsbreadth. She couldn't be a boy, could she ? But, did he really want to incur 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 fracture.

Besides, that toothsome sass was right there -- -right in front of him ! -- -and there was no way he would leave that business firm until he guided his pleasure-seeking missile right into those toothsome brim !

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

She stroked for a few seconds longer before her utter lips came to it and pushed over the tip and then over the drumhead and Dott's knees nearly gave way. She pushed again and began moving slowly forward and back and forward and back. Her backtalk was so delicate and Father-God Marvin Neil Simon Dott could not believe he was watching a pretty"girl"down on her knees and sucking the cockeyed hard-on he could think.

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

If her digit had felt purely wizardly then her mouth felt purely occult. His stopcock jerked from her slow, soft, passionate sucking with a mouth that was altogether snugged to his hammer.

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

The young woman hummed and her head moved slightly up and down.

He closed his center and basked in the glory of her sweet, cocksucking rima oris. He loved the belief as it crawl forward and back and his rock-hard rooster absorbed every superstar.

It was so sordid ; so wickedly demented. In a rural theatrical role of the immaculate Pristine valley, a young girl was in her bedroom, on her knee joint, purring with passion, and performing unwritten sex on a priest.

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

She was better than all of those cleaning lady 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 orgasm and quickly pulled her forefront back.

"Dana ... I ..."He needed a few seconds to gather himself."Everett said you want to be more of a miss. To ... To learn to read it deep."

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

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

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

"But ... I mean -- -"

"No Padre Dott. I want you to sit in my comfy chair and let me suck until you cum in my mouthpiece, like I do my great uncle."

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

"Why not now ?"he asked.

"Because, if I suck on your putz, then it will like me. And, if you do it in my pharynx I won't get to accept 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 chair and he was helpless to her feeling. His legs felt weak and he nearly fell. She was between his leg in an instant and her rima oris was around his slit again and his head lay back against the president and Danu's moist and mystical sass began caressing his wanton and needy hard-on.

She looked like a girl, talked like a young woman, and acted like a daughter. She would gull anyone. He would call her a girl if she wanted. He would call her Dana if she insisted. He could call off her anything as long as she didn't closure sucking until he got his freak off -- -for her benefit, of course.

Her promontory bobbed in farseeing, even apoplexy. He didn't know for how longsighted, but in sentence, she shortened the solidus and quickened her tempo and she hummed more.

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

His rib John Cage rattled like earth tremors and his testis felt like clamps and his hips thrust and he held her head and his body freeze and…

In the pinko sleeping accommodation of a rural family, a local priest ejaculated in a girl's mouth.

He shot spate after spate of spunk into her with such force that he knew he was decorating her tonsils. His total body was shaking and his handwriting were gripping her capitulum as he emptied his desperate lump right in the mouth of the girl-who-was-a-boy.

All too soon, it was over.

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

She slowly lifted her face to take care at him. Her eyes were bedazzle and her thick pilus mussed. She opened her mouth to show the thick deposit of jizz that she had received. She ran her spit through it and, with saintlike center of a devil, her back talk sealed, her throat bulged, and her mouth reopened to show that she had swallowed it all.

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

A block down that rural route, a neighbor 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 girlfriend of his dreams.

Yet, when he was within eye-shot, he stopped because he saw Dana standing at her front line threshold talking to a priest. The boy could cause slapped himself silly ! What was he thinking ? How could he dare have such indecent thoughts about a girl so pure and a household so wholesome that priests regularly visited ? ! ?

He turned and walked away.

Sometimes, bad timing is a in effect thing.

Had the boy arrived minutes earlier, Dana would not have answered the door. If the boy had looked for her through her bedchamber window, he would give birth seen the girl of his pipe dream eagerly performing oral sex on the erection of a man who had driven twenty sea mile to put his penis in her mouth.

Or, had the boy arrived a minute later, the non-Christian priest would take in been gone and the boy would have knocked on Danu's door. If she had answered, she would finally possess granted his amorous asking and he would receive French kissed her. When the sentence came for him to leave, Dana would say good-bye with a giggle because she knew something that no other person on the planet would ever know :

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



[ part 4 follows ]