Part 4 - Dana

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It would be comfortable to explain why founding father Everett Fontane was not going to hear a soft belt that was soon to come to his office door. It would be heavily to explain why the gaffer priest of Pristine valley would be seen laying with a blond boy on his office sofa.

While there would seldom be a secure day for such a uncovering, this day could not have been worse for Father Simon the Canaanite Dott because he was just returning from a mythical dawn, one he had spent with Danu, Fontane's own great-niece and one arranged by Fontane himself.

Dott parked his car and checked in with Jenni Hale at the front office. She handed him several messages and said,"founding father Fontane said he wants to see you as soon as you got back."

"Figured he would. Is he busy now ?"

"He had a direction appointment but that was an hour-and-a-half ago. I would strike hard first though."

And so, Father Simon Dott began a calamitous trek toward a soft whang, a quietly opened doorway, and a brazen scenery that would alter his day and send him away in jar.

It was extortionate ! A sixty-something non-Christian priest wrapped around an strange boy ! It was ... wickedness ! unfairness beyond shabbiness ! Even Father Fontane's cleverly crafted school of thought had no margin for buggery yet there he was, the good Father, humping away !

Even so, Dott also understood the dilemma that accompanied his shock. If he confronted the old man, it would almost certainly be the end of his delight in the Valley, but if he didn't, could he live with himself ?

His torment was eventually interrupted by the intercom on his desk.

"Dott. You there ?"

He cleared his thinking enough to reply,"Y ... Yes, male parent Fontane."

"S'pose to see me soon as you got back. cum see me now."

Dott washed his aspect, mustered his braveness, and made his way to the old man's spot, still uncertain of what he would do.

The blond boy was gone and Fontane's demeanor was as if nothing had happened.

"How was your daybreak ?"the honest-to-god non-Christian priest asked with a salacious smile.

"It was ... It was ..."Dott squirmed."Everett, I ... I saw you."

"Saw me ? Saw me what ?"

"I knocked on your office door and I saw you ... with some boy."

Fontane stared before his simple response,"So ?"

"You were ..."

"I was what, Simon ?"

wellspring, if the old man was going to brazenly labour the outlet, then so would Dott !

"I saw you. You were on the sofa and you were ... you were fucking that boy !"

"Oh that ? Don't worry about it."

"How could I not worry about it ? buggery is against our vows as well as your doctrine."

"Sodomy ?"Fontane laughed."Wasn't no sodomy."

"Everett, you were spooning him and fucking him from rump. What else would you predict it ?"

"Yeah, I was spooning him and I was fucking him from behind, but I wasn't sodomizing him."

"How is that NOT sodomy !"

"Cuz it's intercrural."

"Inter-what ?"

"You still don't know what you don't know. Even that Kaski boy knows. Hell, it was his approximation. Backs himself into me, spoons us up, then I fuck him between his thighs."

"You ... You fucked him -- -what ?"

"Yup. Creamed all over them soft thigh. Ahhhh, so good ! Like fuckin'a womanhood. But, my dearest Simon, it wasn't sex. And, it wasn't buggery. And, it wasn't with no female. So, it all fits right in nice and neat, pretty lots like them blowjobs you like."

While Fontane was once again a master of rationalizations, Dott struggled to agree.

"But, aren't you leaving something out ?"

"Like what ?"

"closeness. We're not to have closeness with anyone."

Father of the Church Fontane put his forearms on his desk to lean toward his associate."flavor Dott, you really don't want to go making a big stink about matter do you ? Wouldn't it better for you to…you know ... go under down and you and me come to an agreement ?"

Dott heard threat in Fontane's wrangle and felt both his resolve and part soften.

"Okay Everett. okey. But, can we at least talk about the matter of closeness ? I mean, after what I saw, I think you can understand why I need to ask."

"That's substantially Herbert Alexander Simon. Reason it ain't ‘ intimacy'is because I looked it long time ago. Memorized it. intimacy is late affection like with snuggling, hugging, Romance, or sexual intercourse. I don't osculation boys so therefore, I don't flirt them either. Never penetrated him so wasn't intercourse. Hugging don't enumeration ‘ cuz we're non-Christian priest. We hug everyone. And if it did count, you'd be as hangdog as me."

"What ?"

"You hold cocksuckers'point, don't ya ? Well, I was holding him, not hugging him. So no, wasn't an ounce of intimacy. And remember, it's our job to help them boy so they don't go off gettin'defiled by them perverts in the city."He poured two Methedrine of whisky."Here. Let's toast our new understanding."

Dott downed a mouthful of liquor and hoped it would somehow help him to sort through all that he had heard. Since he couldn't, it was best to just let things ride, at least for the time being.

Besides, what right did he stimulate to judge ? Earlier that dawn, he was the one who was pervey enough to get sucked off by a blond girl who he knew was actually a boy. And wasn't he the one who had admitted to the"girl's"mother that he had driven xx miles to put his penis in her girl's mouth ? And, wasn't he the one who tried to put his dick down the girl's pharynx against her will ?

"You're right again, Everett,"he relented."You've always thought these things out and I should just rely you."

"Good. Now, let's talk about something else. You have a good meter with my great-niece ?"

"Still can't trust she's a boy."

"Did you do what I sent you out there to do ? Did you get your dick down her throat ?"

"She ... She wouldn't do it. She said ‘ next metre'so she's coming here tomorrow."

"I told you your job was to get it all the way in her so she can experience more like a girl, so you better get that done tomorrow. But, at least enjoin me you came in her mouth."

"Ohhh ... yeahhhh,"Dott crooned as he remembered his ball-busting orgasm."But I mean, I did it to facilitate her, not me."

"Of course you did,"Fontane chuckled."How's she getting here tomorrow ?"

"Her mother's bringing her by before she goes to the grange."

"Grange, huh. That's Hayden's word like when we say ‘ counseling ’."

"She fucks men at the grange ?"

"No Dott, that would be adultery and you'd be callin'my niece a whore ! She knows better, but she spends a lot of metre on her knees, heh-heh. Like female parent, like daughter."

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When Hayden arrived with Danu the next day, she pulled Dott aside and said,"Look forefather Dott, I don't appreciate you coming to my dwelling house and doing what you did to my daughter !"

terror swelled through him, inflating his interior til he felt he would burst.

"But ... I ... You knew about it. You even made me admit that I drove twenty miles for her to absorb my cock."

"What ? No. Not that. You were suppose to do it deeper and you didn't."

No one in the world was more jutting than Father Neil Simon Dott in that moment as he exhaled fear-ladened breath in a undivided suspiration of relief.

"Hayden, she ... she wouldn't let me."

"Well, who's in control here ? Who 's the grownup ? Don't take no for an reply or I'll have to detect soul else."

Could Pristine valley get any freakier ? Fontane's doctrine ratified cock sucking as a servicing to"needy"cocksuckers. His own grandniece was actually a cocksucking boy and he had arranged for Dott to sleep together her mouth. Her mother knew about it and had left for the grange where she gave uncounted blowjob. And now, she had just commanded him to put his prick down her"daughter's"throat !

Not that he would object in any way. Despite being a boy, Dana made for one hot girl, one that made men do double-takes and continue them from ever guessing that the causal agent of their hardons was a cocksucking boy ! Dana, with the entire and thick blond hair and blue heart. Danu, dressed in a pink cooler top and ecru boxers. Dana, smooth all over and that mouth -- -

"Hi Father Dott,"Dana cooed as she moved closer.

"You ... You can call me Simon if you want."

"Nooooo. I like calling you Father Dott."Her fingers traced to his bloomers."I like that you're a priest who don't get girls."

And with that, Father Dott lost his showtime probability to be the responsible adult who controlled things.

She went slowly to her knees. `` But, I 'll soak up so you do n't ask little girl. ``

Dott thought his turncock would explode."But, you know we have to do more. You have to accept it deep."

"I will if you let me suck."

His zipper was down and her mouth was already beginning to gobble up his hard shaft. Her soft, creamy oral fissure made him lose his will to jib. His knee joint felt weak and his eyes closed as he felt the sweet, rolling star of her occult mouth.

Ah ... yes ... suck, his brain repeated. suction my prick you sweet picayune"girl ”.

Just outside, the choir director was leading a mathematical group of prospective students and their families on a tour of the facility. He described Dott as the"honorable and humble and giving new priest of the Valley."As the group moved on its way, none were aware that behind the rampart that separated them, the honourable and low priest was giving his dick to a blond schoolgirl who was actually a boy.

Dott pushed Dana away and said he couldn't take any More of her sucking without cumming and they needed to get on to"deeper affair ”.

"Listen Dana, I have to,"he said."I have orders from my political boss and your mother."

The girl shrugged."Okay. It's just ... I don't know if I can and I don't know if I want to find out if I can't."

"Of course you can. We'll go obtuse. It's not the foremost prison term I've done it with a virgin."

"Ha, I'm not no Virgin. I sucked plenty of times."

"No. I mean, your pharynx is virgin. We'll go easy. Just unfold your mouth and I'll do the rest."

The girl slumped.

'' Look Dana, I have a job to do. I 'm going to have it off you in the back talk or you might as well leave. ``

She brought herself vertical on her genu and opened her mouth. Just the visual sense of that mouthpiece ... so open up ... so ready ... so wet and pinkish ... made him afraid to even reach his cock. But, he had a job to do so he took matters in-hand and brought the tip of his erecting to her lips. Her warm breath almost made him cream. He eased it slowly into her and her sass swarmed over it.

He put his deal on her head and said,"Just relax, Dana. Relax."He eased in a short more and then ... he felt her tight, pure, entry and he was reminded that the way to heaven was specify and only a few would find it. Whether he was a priest doing a service of process or a lust-crazed animal with motive was beginning to not count ! He had to fuck this"young lady"and nothing was going to block off him !

She gagged slightly and put her palms against his thigh as if to resist. He reminded her to relax and"Just let it pass off, Dana. Let it happen."

He was desperate to bury his bone in her ; bury his bone deep into her and fuck her and pump billion of his fertile spermatozoan right down her cocksucking throat !

He felt her gateway yield and his cockhead cubby in the tightness of her innocent and untasted hoop of virtue. He was nearly gasping from pleasure. He eased forward more and ... yes ! ... the capitulum of his"sword"was sheathed beyond that annulus. He was in ! Not all of the way yet, but once that mushroom foreland got past that ring of resistance, the rest was certain !

"O ... okey Danu,"he said with a trembling voice."Hold still."

He gripped her head tighter and slowly, very slowly, Father of the Church Simon the Zealot Dott pushed his erect phallus all the way into the fille's throat. He felt her nose against his pubes and his orb against her Kuki.

He began fucking her. mysterious and slow. Asking if she was okay. Fucking her with tenacious strokes. Controlling himself. Getting her comfortable. Getting her ready for the real fucking that was to follow.

Five bit, then ten, then fifteen passed before he said,"okey Dana, I have to do it. I have to fuck you. You're ready and those are my orders."

She girl seemed uncertain but tried to nod despite having a rock-hard dick down her throat and two hands gripping her head.

"Good girl. You'll be fine. Are you ready ?"

Again, the mountain of blonde pilus moved as if to nod.

He began in placid strokes, pulling back until he almost slipped from her throat and back in until her look was wealthy with his abdomen. Again and again. Minute after minute after moment. A little more energy. Nearly half-speed. She didn't squirm or try to force away.

As his pace picked up a little more, he was getting near to fucking focal ratio.

Nobility left Father Simon the Canaanite Dott. He no longer cared if he was doing his tariff or doing her a service or what anyone would suppose of him. The time had come to fuck the girl of his lust-filled ambition and pump his seed into her and relieve himself deep in that gorgeous, cocksucking sassing and nix was going to stop him !

It was no farsighted about her. It was about him. His indigence. His lustfulness. His balls boiling and needing release.

He had a cocksucker on her knees and he was going to give her what she came for ; what his boss demanded ; what her mother insisted !

If she wanted to be more than of a"really"girl then she had to get fucked by a real man ! Any consequence of their perverse sexual union was all on her ! She knew before she came there that he was going to bang her in the oral cavity ! If she didn't want it, then she should have stayed home. And, she certainly shouldn't have dropped to her knees in front of a priest who"can't have girls"and tease him with her flirty blue eyes and wide-open mouth.

He was panting and gasping and pummeling her and all he could conceive about was how much he wanted to cum in her ; trench in her ! And as the moments past and his luxuria built and he felt himself approaching climax, he pulled her head to him until her side was smashed against his body. His rose hip thrust hard as he buried his bone deep down her throat and his orchis quaked and father Simon Zelotes Dott began inseminating the throat of the blond daughter who was actually a cocksucking boy.

His body yanked back slightly then jammed his hard rod back into her soft depths as he blasted her innards again. Two, three, four Sir Thomas More times, he rammed into her as deep as he could go and each time, he pumped a heavy Elvis of ejaculate into her. Two Sir Thomas More multiplication he did the Lapp and on the third, he rammed it down her throat as cryptical as it would go and he let out a key growl and one last dose of rich, thick, fecund sperm.

He exhaled like an explosion and realized it had been some sentence since he had taken a breath. She hadn't moved during the intact insemination operation and he wondered if she had stopped breathing as well. But, he would NOT pull up out of her until his prick stopped twitching and jerking and post-copulation peace returned.

When it finally did, he released her head and the girlfriend slowly slumped to the floor like a rag dolly. Her hair's-breadth was mussed and her middle dazed. Her lip were gusty and her face reddened. But, her body writhed in a slow-motion style so at least he knew he hadn't killed her..

His turncock dripped seed. validation of a job well done. It was in her. Jizz. His jizz ! His spermatozoan furious looking for ovaries and only finding tonsils.

Wouldn't Father Fontane and Hayden be felicitous ? He had fucked her like they told him to and done it so well that he had fucked the daughter into a writhing and steamy daze.

He helped her recover and clean up. He asked if she was okay and she nodded but didn't speak. Hayden arrived and was pleased with his written report and unconcerned that her girl's centre looked distant.

When they were gone, Dott met with Fontane, gave a full story, and was patted on the vertebral column for a job well done.

But, that didn't change how begetter Simon Dott's interior were in turmoil.

"Everett,"he said,"I ... I 've sinned. I feel guilty."

"Why would you feel shamefaced ?"the chief priest asked.

"Because ... Because it was lust. Pure luxuria. I didn't do it for Danu. I did it for me. I fucked your great-niece because I'm a hopeless pervert who could only recall about how much I wanted to get my crank off down her throat."

Fontane laughed."Well boy, welcome to world. You wouldn't be a man if you didn't think that way when you got a eager son of a bitch down there slurping on your manhood."

"So, you've had those thought ?"

"inferno yes. Every clip. I get a mouth working on my dick and what else am I suppose to think about ? And, we owe it to them. They don't semen to us just to imbibe. The job ain't complete til we feed ‘ em semen and whatever you hafta do to chip in it to them, then that's what you do. We give, they receive. And, if we don't someone else will. ``

"I don't know, Everett. I feel so selfish. I fucked her senseless and I wasn't thinking about what she needed, only that I had to cum in her pharynx. It was luxuria. Pure lust."

"So ? Her mother brought here to get fucked and you fucked her. differentiate you what. Give it a few hours You'll see it different. Your dick will be gettin'hard again and you're gon na want it even more. faith me. When your dick goes up, your guilt goes down. ”