Part 4 - Dana

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It would be easy to explain why Father Everett Fontane was not going to hear a voiced belt that was soon to come to his role door. It would be harder to explain why the chief priest of Pristine valley would be seen laying with a blond boy on his post sofa.

While there would seldom be a good day for such a discovery, this day could not have been sorry for Church Father Herb Simon Dott because he was just returning from a mythologic morning, one he had spent with Dana, Fontane's own grandniece and one arranged by Fontane himself.

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

"Figured he would. Is he busybodied now ?"

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

And so, Father Neil Simon Dott began a foreboding trek toward a balmy knock, a quietly opened threshold, and a bodacious scene that would interpolate his day and send him away in shock.

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

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

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

"Dott. You there ?"

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

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

Dott washed his typeface, mustered his bravery, and made his way to the old man's office, still uncertain of what he would do.

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

"How was your break of day ?"the older priest asked with a raunchy smile.

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

"Saw me ? Saw me what ?"

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

Fontane stared before his dewy-eyed reaction,"So ?"

"You were ..."

"I was what, Simon the Zealot ?"

Well, if the old man was going to brazenly push the event, then so would Dott !

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

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

"How could I not worry about it ? anal sex 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 derriere. What else would you call in it ?"

"Yeah, I was spooning him and I was fucking him from fundament, 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. inferno, it was his thought. Backs himself into me, spoons us up, then I fuck him between his thighs."

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

"Yup. Creamed all over them balmy thighs. Ahhhh, so serious ! Like fuckin'a woman. But, my dear Neil Simon, it wasn't sex. And, it wasn't sodomy. And, it wasn't with no female person. So, it all paroxysm right in nice and not bad, pretty much 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 ?"

"Intimacy. We're not to sustain intimacy with anyone."

Father Fontane put his forearms on his desk to lean toward his fellow."looking Dott, you really don't want to go making a big stink about thing do you ? Wouldn't it better for you to…you know ... go down down and you and me come to an intellect ?"

Dott heard threat in Fontane's words and felt both his resolve and representative soften.

"Okay Everett. O.K.. But, can we at to the lowest degree talk about the thing of intimacy ? I mean, after what I saw, I think you can understand why I need to ask."

"That's better Paul Simon. grounds it ain't ‘ intimacy'is because I looked it long time ago. Memorized it. involvement is deep philia like with smooching, kissing, romance, or sexual intercourse. I don't kiss boys so therefore, I don't romance them either. Never penetrated him so wasn't intercourse. Hugging don't reckoning ‘ cuz we're priest. We hug everyone. And if it did count, you'd be as guilty as me."

"What ?"

"You hold dickhead'heads, don't ya ? Well, I was holding him, not hugging him. So no, wasn't an ounce of affair. And call up, it's our job to help them male child so they don't go off gettin'defiled by them perverts in the city."He poured two deoxyephedrine of whiskey."Here. Let's toast our new understanding."

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

Besides, what right did he have to judge ? other that daybreak, he was the one who was pervey enough to get sucked off by a light-haired girl who he knew was actually a boy. And wasn't he the one who had admitted to the"fille's"mother that he had driven twenty miles to put his phallus in her daughter's backtalk ? And, wasn't he the one who tried to put his dick down the miss's throat against her will ?

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

"trade good. Now, let's talk about something else. You have a good metre with my grandniece ?"

"Still can't believe 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 meter'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 young woman, so you better get that done tomorrow. But, at least separate me you came in her mouth."

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

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

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

"Grange, huh. That's Hayden's discussion like when we say ‘ counsel ’."

"She fucks men at the grange ?"

"No Dott, that would be adultery and you'd be callin'my niece a lady of pleasure ! She knows better, but she spends a lot of time on her knee, heh-heh. Like mother, like daughter."

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When Hayden arrived with Danu the side by side day, she pulled Dott aside and said,"Look male parent Dott, I don't appreciate you coming to my home 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 Swedish mile 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 populace was more unbosom than Father Simon Dott in that moment as he exhaled fear-ladened breathing time in a single sigh of relief.

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

"Well, who's in control here ? Who 's the adult ? Don't take no for an solution or I'll have to find someone else."

Could Pristine vale get any gonzo ? Fontane's school of thought ratified blowjobs as a table service to"needy"asshole. His own grandniece was actually a cocksucking boy and he had arranged for Dott to sleep with her mouth. Her mother knew about it and had left for the grange where she gave uncounted blowjobs. And now, she had just commanded him to put his pecker down her"girl's"throat !

Not that he would object in any way. Despite being a boy, Danu made for one hot missy, one that made men do double-takes and kept them from ever guessing that the cause of their hardons was a cocksucking boy ! Danu, with the full and duncish blond hair and blue eyes. Danu, dressed in a pink armoured combat vehicle top and beige shorts. Danu, smooth all over and that back talk -- -

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

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

"Nooooo. I like calling you begetter Dott."Her fingers traced to his drawers."I like that you're a non-Christian priest who don't get girls."

And with that, Father of the Church Dott lost his first chance to be the responsible adult who controlled things.

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

Dott thought his cock would burst forth."But, you know we have to do Sir Thomas More. You have to take it deep."

"I will if you let me suck."

His slide fastener was down and her mouth was already beginning to bolt up his hard beam. Her soft, creamy sass made him lose his will to resist. His knee felt rickety and his eyes closed as he felt the dessert, rolling sensations of her mystical mouth.

Ah ... yes ... suction, his brain repeated. sucking my rooster you sweet little"girlfriend ”.

Just outside, the choir director was leading a radical of prospective educatee and their mob on a tour of the facility. He described Dott as the"respectable and modest 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 estimable and humble priest was giving his tool to a blond schoolgirl who was actually a boy.

Dott pushed Danu away and said he couldn't take any Thomas More of her sucking without cumming and they needed to get on to"thick matter ”.

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

The missy 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 line you can. We'll go slow. It's not the first clip I've done it with a virgin."

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

"No. I mean, your throat is Virgo the Virgin. We'll go promiscuous. Just afford your mouth and I'll do the rest."

The girlfriend slumped.

'' Look Dana, I have a job to do. I 'm going to fuck you in the backtalk or you might as well leave. ``

She brought herself upright on her knees and opened her mouth. Just the sight of that mouth ... so open ... so quick ... so wet and pinkish ... made him afraid to even relate his tool. But, he had a job to do so he took matters in-hand and brought the tip of his erection to her rim. Her warm breath almost made him cream. He eased it slowly into her and her mouth swarmed over it.

He put his hands on her headway and said,"Just relax, Dana. Relax."He eased in a piffling more and then ... he felt her tight, virginal, entranceway and he was reminded that the way to heaven was specialize and only a few would receive it. Whether he was a priest doing a service or a lust-crazed animal with needs was beginning to not matter ! He had to fuck this"girl"and cipher was going to break him !

She gagged slightly and put her medal against his second joint as if to stand firm. He reminded her to decompress and"Just let it bump, Dana. Let it happen."

He was desperate to bury his bone in her ; swallow up his os deep into her and get laid her and pump jillion of his fertile sperm cell right down her cocksucking throat !

He felt her gateway yield and his cockhead snug in the tightness of her innocent and untouched closed chain of virtue. He was nearly gasping from pleasure. He eased forward more and ... yes ! ... the caput of his"sword"was sheathed beyond that pack. He was in ! Not all of the way yet, but once that mushroom cloud heading got past that hoop of resistance, the eternal rest was certain !

"O ... O.K. Dana,"he said with a trembling interpreter."keep still."

He gripped her capitulum tighter and slowly, very slowly, male parent Simon Dott pushed his erect penis all the way into the female child's throat. He felt her olfactory organ against his pubes and his formal against her mentum.

He began fucking her. Deep and slow. Asking if she was okay. Fucking her with long strokes. Controlling himself. Getting her well-to-do. Getting her ready for the real roll in the hay that was to follow.

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

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

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

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

He began in smooth solidus, pulling back until he almost slipped from her throat and back in until her face was flush with his stomach. Again and again. Minute after bit after minute. A little more vigour. Nearly half-speed. She didn't squirm or try to pull away.

As his yard picked up a little more, he was getting near to fucking f number.

Nobility left Father Simon Dott. He no longer cared if he was doing his duty or doing her a serving or what anyone would think of him. The sentence had come to get it on the girl of his lust-filled ambition and pump his seed into her and salvage himself mystifying in that gorgeous, cocksucking mouth and naught was going to stop him !

It was no foresightful about her. It was about him. His motive. His lecherousness. His balls boiling and needing release.

He had a whoreson on her articulatio genus and he was going to grant her what she came for ; what his boss demanded ; what her mother insisted !

If she wanted to be Thomas More of a"real"girl then she had to get fucked by a real man ! Any effect of their perverse mating was all on her ! She knew before she came there that he was going to screw her in the lip ! If she didn't want it, then she should hold stayed home. And, she certainly shouldn't have dropped to her genu in front of a priest who"can't have girls"and tease him with her flirty depressed eyes and wide-open mouth.

He was panting and gasping and pummeling her and all he could suppose about was how much he wanted to cum in her ; deep in her ! And as the consequence past and his lustfulness built and he felt himself approaching climax, he pulled her head to him until her facial expression was smashed against his soundbox. His hips thrust hard as he buried his bone deep down her pharynx and his chunk quaked and Father Simon the Zealot Dott began inseminating the throat of the blond girl who was actually a cocksucking boy.

His body yanked back slightly then jammed his hard rod back into her easy depth as he blasted her innards again. Two, three, four Thomas More sentence, he rammed into her as deep as he could go and each time, he pumped a clayey dose of seminal fluid into her. Two to a greater extent meter he did the Saame and on the third, he rammed it down her throat as thick as it would go and he let out a primal growl and one last dose of rich, thick, fecund sperm.

He exhaled like an burst and realized it had been some time since he had taken a breath. She hadn't moved during the entire insemination unconscious process and he wondered if she had stopped breathing as well. But, he would NOT deplumate out of her until his pecker stopped twitching and jerking and post-copulation peace treaty returned.

When it finally did, he released her pass and the girl slowly slumped to the floor like a rag doll. Her hair was mussed and her eyes dazed. Her lip were puffy and her typeface reddened. But, her body writhed in a slow-motion manner so at least he knew he hadn't killed her..

His cock dripped seed. test copy of a job well done. It was in her. Jizz. His jizz ! His sperm cell 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 girl into a writhing and viscous daze.

He helped her recover and make clean up. He asked if she was sanction and she nodded but didn't speak. Hayden arrived and was pleased with his write up and unconcerned that her daughter's eyes looked distant.

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

But, that didn't change how Father-God Simon Dott's insides were in turmoil.

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

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

"Because ... Because it was thirst. Pure luxuria. I didn't do it for Dana. I did it for me. I fucked your grandniece because I'm a hopeless pervert who could only think about how often I wanted to get my nuts off down her throat."

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

"So, you've had those idea ?"

"nether region yes. Every time. I get a oral cavity working on my peter and what else am I suppose to opine about ? And, we owe it to them. They don't come to us just to suck up. The job ain't all over til we feed ‘ em semen and whatever you hafta do to pay it to them, then that's what you do. We give, they receive. And, if we don't individual 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 lecherousness. 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 putz will be gettin'hard again and you're gon na need it even more. combine me. When your dick goes up, your guilt feelings goes down. ”