Part 4 - Dana

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It would be soft to explain why don Everett Fontane was not going to hear a flaccid knock that was soon to come to his office door. It would be severely to explain why the honcho non-Christian priest of Pristine valley would be seen laying with a blond boy on his federal agency sofa.

While there would seldom be a serious day for such a discovery, this day could not have been worse for begetter Neil Simon Dott because he was just returning from a fabulous break of the day, one he had spent with Dana, Fontane's own great-niece and one arranged by Fontane himself.

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

"Figured he would. Is he busy now ?"

"He had a counseling engagement but that was an hour-and-a-half ago. I would knock for the first time though."

And so, founding father Simon Dott began a fateful trek toward a soft knock, a quietly opened room access, and a insolent view that would alter his day and send him away in shock.

It was outrageous ! A sixty-something priest wrapped around an unsung boy ! It was ... iniquity ! unfairness beyond iniquity ! Even Father Fontane's cleverly crafted doctrine had no tolerance for sodomy yet there he was, the good founder, humping away !

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

His torment was eventually interrupted by the intercommunication system on his desk.

"Dott. You there ?"

He cleared his thoughts enough to answer,"Y ... Yes, Father Fontane."

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

Dott washed his look, mustered his courage, and made his way to the old man's power, 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 morning ?"the older 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 reaction,"So ?"

"You were ..."

"I was what, Simon ?"

Well, if the old man was going to brazenly advertize the issue, then so would Dott !

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

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

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

"anal intercourse ?"Fontane laughed."Wasn't no sodomy."

"Everett, you were spooning him and fucking him from behind. What else would you cry 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 estimate. Backs himself into me, spoons us up, then I fuck him between his thighs."

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

"Yup. Creamed all over them diffused thighs. Ahhhh, so soundly ! Like fuckin'a woman. But, my near Simon, it wasn't sex. And, it wasn't sodomy. And, it wasn't with no female person. So, it all fits right in decent and neat, pretty often like them blowjobs you like."

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

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

"Like what ?"

"amour. We're not to make affaire with anyone."

founding father Fontane put his forearms on his desk to run toward his associate."Look Dott, you really don't want to go making a big malodor about things do you ? Wouldn't it better for you to…you know ... fall down and you and me come to an understanding ?"

Dott heard threat in Fontane's run-in and felt both his firmness of purpose and voice soften.

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

"That's best Simon. Reason it ain't ‘ intimacy'is because I looked it farsighted meter ago. Memorized it. involvement is deep affection like with cuddling, kissing, Romance language, or intimate intercourse. I don't kiss boys so therefore, I don't woo them either. Never penetrated him so wasn't coition. Hugging don't tally ‘ cuz we're priests. We hug everyone. And if it did count, you'd be as guilty as me."

"What ?"

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

Dott downed a taste of strong drink 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 thing depend on, at to the lowest degree for the fourth dimension being.

Besides, what right did he consume to judge ? Earlier that morning, he was the one who was pervey enough to get sucked off by a light-haired female child who he knew was actually a boy. And wasn't he the one who had admitted to the"girl's"female parent that he had driven twenty miles to put his penis in her daughter'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 trust you."

"Good. Now, let's talk about something else. You have a good fourth dimension 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 tool down her throat ?"

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

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

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

"Of row 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 of honor 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 harlot ! She knows better, but she spends a lot of time on her genu, heh-heh. Like female parent, like daughter."

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When Hayden arrived with Dana the next day, she pulled Dott aside and said,"face don Dott, I don't appreciate you coming to my family and doing what you did to my daughter !"

Panic swelled through him, inflating his insides 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 suck my cock."

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

No one in the domain was more ease than forefather Simon Dott in that moment as he exhaled fear-ladened breath in a single sigh of relief.

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

"wellspring, who's in control here ? Who 's the grownup ? Don't take no for an solvent or I'll have to happen someone else."

Could Pristine Valley get any freakier ? Fontane's philosophy ratified blowjobs as a service to"destitute"shit. His own grandniece was actually a cocksucking boy and he had arranged for Dott to fuck her mouth. Her female parent knew about it and had left for the grange where she gave uncounted blowjobs. And now, she had just commanded him to put his dick down her"daughter's"throat !

Not that he would object in any way. Despite being a boy, Dana made for one hot young lady, one that made men do double-takes and kept them from ever guessing that the cause of their hardons was a cocksucking boy ! Dana, with the full and stocky blonde hair and blue oculus. Dana, dressed in a pink tank top and beige shorts. Dana, smooth all over and that mouth -- -

"Hi Father Dott,"Danu 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 pants."I like that you're a non-Christian priest who don't get girls."

And with that, founding father Dott lost his first gear chance to be the responsible grownup who controlled things.

She went slowly to her knees. `` But, I 'll suck so you do n't need miss. ``

Dott thought his pecker would set off."But, you know we have to do More. You have to withdraw it deep."

"I will if you let me suck."

His zipper was down and her backtalk was already beginning to gobble up his severe shaft. Her subdued, creamy oral cavity made him lose his will to hold out. His human knee felt weak and his eyes closed as he felt the sweet, rolling sensations of her occult mouth.

Ah ... yes ... suck, his brain repeated. suck my dick you sweet little"little girl ”.

Just outside, the choir director was leading a chemical group of prospective scholar and their class on a enlistment of the quickness. 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 wall that separated them, the ethical and humble 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 things ”.

"Listen Danu, I have to,"he said."I have decree from my honcho and your mother."

The lady friend shrugged."Okay. It's just ... I don't know if I can and I don't know if I want to bump out if I can't."

"Of course you can. We'll go wearisome. It's not the first clip I've done it with a virgin."

"Ha, I'm not no virgin. I sucked mountain of times."

"No. I mean, your throat is vestal. We'll go comfortable. Just open your mouth and I'll do the rest."

The girl slumped.

'' Look Dana, I have a job to do. I 'm going to have intercourse you in the mouth or you might as well pull up stakes. ``

She brought herself vertical on her knees and opened her oral cavity. Just the sight of that backtalk ... so unfold ... so ready ... so wet and pinkish ... made him afraid to even touch his turncock. But, he had a job to do so he took issue in-hand and brought the tip of his hard-on to her lip. Her warm breathing place almost made him cream. He eased it slowly into her and her mouth swarmed over it.

He put his hands on her head teacher and said,"Just relax, Dana. Relax."He eased in a little more and then ... he felt her tight, virginal, ingress and he was reminded that the way to heaven was narrow and only a few would find it. Whether he was a non-Christian priest doing a service of process or a lust-crazed animal with needs was beginning to not count ! He had to fuck this"little girl"and naught was going to stop him !

She gagged slightly and put her laurel wreath against his thighs as if to resist. He reminded her to decompress and"Just let it happen, Danu. Let it happen."

He was heroic to bury his os in her ; sink his bone deep into her and sleep with her and heart millions of his fertile spermatozoa right down her cocksucking throat !

He felt her gateway yield and his cockhead snug in the tightness of her innocent and untouched band of virtue. He was nearly gasping from pleasure. He eased forward more and ... yes ! ... the nous of his"sword"was sheathed beyond that anchor ring. He was in ! Not all of the way yet, but once that mushroom-shaped cloud head got past that ring of electric resistance, the residuum was certain !

"O ... Okay Danu,"he said with a trembling vocalism."Hold still."

He gripped her head tighter and slowly, very slowly, Father Simon Dott pushed his rear penis all the way into the fille's throat. He felt her nose against his pubes and his balls against her chin.

He began fucking her. Deep and slow. Asking if she was okay. Fucking her with long strokes. Controlling himself. Getting her prosperous. Getting her ready for the substantial fucking that was to postdate.

basketball team minutes, then ten, then fifteen passed before he said,"O.K. Dana, I have to do it. I have to fuck you. You're quick and those are my orders."

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

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

Again, the mass of blond hair moved as if to nod.

He began in bland strokes, pulling back until he almost slipped from her throat and back in until her font was flush with his abdominal cavity. Again and again. Minute after min after minute of arc. A little More vigour. Nearly half-speed. She didn't squirm or try to pull away.

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

Nobility left founder Simon Dott. He no longer wish if he was doing his duty or doing her a service of process or what anyone would opine of him. The clip had come to lie with the miss of his lust-filled aspiration and pump his seeded player into her and lighten himself mysterious in that gorgeous, cocksucking rima oris and nothing was going to discontinue him !

It was no longer about her. It was about him. His need. His lecherousness. 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 to a greater extent of a"real"girl then she had to get fucked by a real man ! Any consequence of their perverse mating was all on her ! She knew before she came there that he was going to fuck her in the oral fissure ! If she didn't want it, then she should let stayed home. And, she certainly shouldn't have dropped to her knee joint in front of a non-Christian priest who"can't have girls"and tease him with her flirty blue center and lawless mouth.

He was panting and gasping and pummeling her and all he could think about was how often he wanted to cum in her ; deep in her ! And as the moments past and his lust built and he felt himself approaching climax, he pulled her head to him until her expression was smashed against his body. His hips thrust hard as he buried his bone deep down her pharynx and his clump quaked and sire Simon the Canaanite Dott began inseminating the throat of the blond missy who was actually a cocksucking boy.

His consistence yanked back slightly then jammed his hard rod back into her soft deepness as he blasted her innards again. Two, three, four more times, he rammed into her as trench as he could go and each time, he pumped a lumbering back breaker of seminal fluid into her. Two more clock time he did the same and on the thirdly, he rammed it down her pharynx as deep as it would go and he let out a primal growl and one close dose of rich, thickly, fat sperm.

He exhaled like an blowup and realized it had been some time since he had taken a breath. She hadn't moved during the intact insemination process and he wondered if she had stopped breathing as well. But, he would NOT pull 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 girl slowly slumped to the story like a rag bird. Her hair was mussed and her eyes dazed. Her lips were tumescent and her face reddened. But, her body writhed in a slow-motion manner so at to the lowest degree he knew he hadn't killed her..

His peter dripped semen. Proof of a job well done. It was in her. Jizz. His jizz ! His spermatozoon furious looking for ovaries and only finding tonsils.

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

He helped her recover and strip up. He asked if she was okay and she nodded but didn't speak. Hayden arrived and was pleased with his report card and unconcerned that her girl's optic looked remote.

When they were gone, Dott met with Fontane, gave a full phase of the moon report, and was patted on the back for a job well done.

But, that didn't change how beginner Herbert Alexander Simon Dott's insides were in turmoil.

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

"Why would you find guilty ?"the chief non-Christian priest asked.

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

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

"So, you've had those persuasion ?"

"nether region yes. Every fourth dimension. I get a mouth working on my cock and what else am I suppose to think about ? And, we owe it to them. They don't seminal fluid to us just to lactate. The job ain't accomplished til we feed ‘ em seed and whatever you hafta do to give 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 throat. It was lust. Pure lust."

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