Part 3 - XX miles

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It was Sunday morning and Father of the Church Everett Fontane had delivered a message about purity and the sins of the human body and reminded his followers how hard he had worked to rid Pristine Valley of the conspicuous sex trades and tug them to the wicked city.

Seated behind the foreman 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 congregation gush over the zep that Fontane had become, yet wondered what uninformed parishioners would retrieve if they knew that the near Father was regularly getting reverse 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 outset, Dott had nobly tried to intrude holes in Fontane's unconventional doctrine, but the older priest had an solution for everything, including how it all fit neatly into crack that existed in the vows of celibacy. His account were so concise and the temptation so enticing that Dott had not only lost the literary argument, but also his will to fend.

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

When Fontane was through public speaking, Dott followed him outside to greet smiling parishioners who dressed in their Sun best and seemed so wholesome. One could only marvel what perversions lurked in the duskiness of their habitation, iniquities the chieftain non-Christian priest wouldn't challenge as long as they remained hidden.

Fontane hugged children, shook hands, embraced female parent, and seemed to know everyone by figure. Dott greeted the few that he had met in his inadequate hitch in the vale and his cheek soared when the parents of two of his mother fucker approached. They knew their boy were regularly blowing him yet they acted as if naught was unusual.

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

A woman with waves of bouncy blond hair and a white summer clothes, and a young lady friend who looked similar, approached Fontane. The woman wrapped her subdivision around the elder non-Christian priest and gave him a full, frontlet hug. When she stepped away, the immature fille hugged him the same.

While they talked, the new girl stood before Fontane and he ran his hands over her shoulders and leaned forward to buss the young woman'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 Simon Dott. Father, this is my niece Hayden and her daughter Dana."

The cleaning lady extended her hand with a smile.

Despite the dickhead in his new life, Dott still had an eye for reasonably girls and both of them were knockouts. 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 drive and I've been sort of tied up what with all the counsel and getting Father of the Church Dott started."

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

"You're right. Of course."

"Good ! Come by at 4pm so we can catch up on lost clock 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 arrest 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 ? Hell Simon, I told you I never broke a bingle part 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 think I am, some kind of hypocrite ?"

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

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

Dott needed a distraction but William Ashley Sunday didn't commonly have engagement and he wasn't the kind of man who would foot up a phone and send for one of his counseling families and ask them to bring their boy to soak up his dick. Instead, he went to his fourth part, 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 tweet of Fontane's remote car lock. He felt guilty for his former 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 hopeful ; almost jolly. He smiled and shook his gray head."No motive to be apologizin'Dott. Been a great day so no need to be stirrin'up settled water."

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

"All right ? Hell yes. Fact, why don't you come on in and we'll sip some Jack-tar Daniel and babble out for awhile."

He poured each of them a small glass of John Barleycorn, kicked off his shoe, and put his animal foot on a low table. They talked for some time before Dott asked the honest-to-goodness priest how his visit with his crime syndicate had gone.

"Very well. Yes. Very well. I really should get out there more often. Dana really does demand a lot Sir Thomas More counseling."

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

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 consider this. Yes, I have a problem with it. You said yourself that our vows specifically say we're not to have any signifier of intimate contact with female person yet you let your rarefied niece suck your dick ! There's no way you can justify that !"

"Ha-ha. Well, I sure ain't surprised to pick up 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 gumshoe in the mouth of a girl !"

"Oh Neil Simon, you are quite a worrier aren't you ? Yes, I've been gettin'my shaft sucked by that girl, 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, Neil Simon,"the man said, seeming to relish his associate degree's agony,"is that pretty young lady ain't my grand niece."

"You said she was."

"Her name ain't Dana either."

"What are you talking about ?"

After a draft of alcohol, Fontane said,"Because Paul Simon, her public figure is Daniel."

"Book of the Prophet Daniel ?"

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

Dott's fountainhead clanged with a one 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 Simon Dott mostly could not believe was how he had gotten an instant erection at the offset tidy sum of what he thought was a young lady only to now learn that"she"was actually a boy.

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

"This is ... This is gaga !"

"Naw, ain't weirdo. 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 the Zealot, we've talked about this. think back ? If it ain't sex, it ain't sin and bj's ain't sex. So no, I didn't have sex with a congener. Happy now ?"

There just was no arguing with the man. He was either the most ingenious and opportunistic 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 cunning expression and bouncy blond hair bobbing in your lap.

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

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

Fontane poured more than pot liquor and brushed his manus through his cotton candy-like hair."She wants to be more of a girl and ‘ cuz of that, she wants to convey cock deep as little girl do. That ain't my thing. But you ... you love them deepthroat types. So I been thinkin'of telling Hayden that her daughter needs someone else, someone like you. Bet you'd dearest to baffle your prick in that pretty footling sassing, 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 old thing. Think you could do that ?"

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

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

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

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

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Fatherhood Herbert Alexander Simon Dott hardly noticed the twenty-mile drive to Hayden's rural base 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 free-and-easy hug.

"Well Father 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 graceful colonial chair.

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

"Father Fontane explained things."

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

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

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

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

"So, you just ram twenty dollar bill miles because person told you that my girl would nurse your dick."

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

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

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

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

"Father Dott, you make sure you take good care of my daughter, if you know what I mean. Do your ‘ direction in her room and Dana, 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 meeting at the grange."

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

He heard a girlish vocalism say,"seed on !"as Dana took him by the manus and led him to a bedroom that was mostly pink and lace and gormandise beast. The"lady friend"was on her articulatio genus in seconds and cooing,"Oooo, I think I'm gon na like you !"Her helping hand grazed the front of his black pant, then squeezed his already-hard pecker.

She fumbled with his zip fastener and worked it open while he looked down at her pretty look and the rapids amid rivers of thick, blond hair's-breadth. She couldn't be a boy, could she ? But, did he really want to receive out just then ? If she truly was a daughter, then he would be breaking his vows. But then, if everyone was lying, it wouldn't be his fault.

Besides, that toothsome sassing was right there -- -right in front of him ! -- -and there was no way he would allow that sign of the zodiac until he guided his pleasure-seeking missile right into those gamey lips !

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

She stroked for a few seconds longer before her perfect lip 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 Simon Dott could not trust he was watching a pretty"fille"down on her knees and sucking the stiff erection he could retrieve.

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

If her fingers had felt purely witching then her lip felt purely mystical. His cock jerked from her slow, soft, passionate sucking with a mouth that was altogether snugged to his cock.

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

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

He closed his center and basked in the glory of her dessert, cocksucking mouthpiece. He loved the feeling as it crawl forward and back and his rock-hard peter absorbed every genius.

It was so sleazy ; so wickedly demented. In a rural part of the immaculate Pristine Valley, a young girl was in her sleeping accommodation, on her knees, purring with passion, and performing oral sex on a priest.

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

She was skilful than all of those cleaning woman who had turned him down in life-time 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 head back.

"Dana ... I ..."He needed a few seconds to gather himself."Everett said you want to be More of a girl. To ... To learn to strike it deep."

Her eyes 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 founding father Dott. I want you to sit in my comfy chair and let me absorb until you cum in my mouth, like I do my nifty uncle."

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

"Why not now ?"he asked.

"Because, if I suck on your cock, then it will like me. And, if you do it in my pharynx 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 amount back !"

She nudged him toward the chair and he was incapacitated to her touch. His stage felt infirm and he nearly fell. She was between his legs in an heartbeat and her back talk was around his dent again and his foreland lay back against the chair and Dana's moist and mystical mouth began caressing his wanton and needy hard-on.

She looked like a girl, talked like a girl, and acted like a girl. She would horse around anyone. He would call her a girl if she wanted. He would bid her Dana if she insisted. He could call in her anything as long as she didn't diaphragm sucking until he got his nuts off -- -for her benefit, of course.

Her read/write head bobbed in long, even slash. He didn't know for how long, but in time, she shortened the strokes and quickened her rate and she hummed more.

Dott's cock demanded he put his hands on her head and button and puff and thrust his coxa in short-stroked unison. His ventilation was coming in gasps and his eubstance writhed and the female child kept sucking and together they worked for what they both wanted most.

His rib batting cage rattled like earth shudder and his clod felt like clamps and his hip thrust and he held her drumhead and his body froze and…

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

He shot batch after spate of spunk into her with such strength that he knew he was decorating her tonsils. His stallion body was shaking and his hands were gripping her head as he emptied his desperate orb right in the oral fissure of the girl-who-was-a-boy.

All too soon, it was over.

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

She slowly lifted her font to look at him. Her centre were logy and her duncical hair's-breadth mussed. She opened her mouthpiece to usher the thick repository of jizz that she had received. She ran her clapper through it and, with sweet middle of a devil, her sassing sealed, her pharynx bulged, and her backtalk reopened to establish that she had swallowed it all.

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

A block down that rural route, a neighbour boy had been making his way toward Dana's menage. He hoped-upon-hope that this would be the day he would finally be able to kiss the girl of his dreams.

Yet, when he was within eye-shot, he stopped because he saw Danu standing at her front line room access talking to a non-Christian priest. The boy could get slapped himself silly ! What was he thinking ? How could he defy let such indecorous thought about a girl so arrant 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 min earlier, Dana would not have answered the door. If the boy had looked for her through her sleeping room window, he would have seen the girlfriend of his dreams eagerly performing oral sex on the erecting of a man who had driven twenty miles to put his penis in her mouth.

Or, had the boy arrived a minute later, the non-Christian priest would have been gone and the boy would have knocked on Dana's door. If she had answered, she would finally have granted his amative request and he would have French kissed her. When the time came for him to leave, Danu would say good-bye with a giggle because she knew something that no former person on the major planet would ever eff :

That boy who was leaving and was so proud of his success had just coated his own sass with the ejaculate of a local anaesthetic priest.



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