Part 4 - Dana

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It would be easy to excuse why founding father Everett Fontane was not going to hear a soft knock that was soon to occur to his place door. It would be harder to explain why the head priest of Pristine vale would be seen laying with a blond boy on his office sofa.

While there would seldom be a good day for such a discovery, this day could not bear been worse for Father Paul Simon Dott because he was just returning from a fabulous morning time, 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 Hale at the social movement office. She handed him several subject matter and said,"father Fontane said he wants to see you as soon as you got back."

"Figured he would. Is he occupy now ?"

"He had a advise appointment but that was an hour-and-a-half ago. I would knock showtime though."

And so, Father Simon Dott began a calamitous trek toward a delicate knock, a quietly opened door, and a brazen conniption that would alter his day and send him away in shock.

It was unconscionable ! A sixty-something priest wrapped around an unsung boy ! It was ... iniquity ! iniquity beyond iniquity ! Even Father of the Church Fontane's cleverly crafted doctrine had no tolerance for sodomy yet there he was, the near begetter, 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 pleasance in the valley, but if he didn't, could he live with himself ?

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

"Dott. You there ?"

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

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

Dott washed his font, mustered his courage, and made his way to the old man's office, still incertain 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 one-time 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 doorway and I saw you ... with some boy."

Fontane stared before his simple response,"So ?"

"You were ..."

"I was what, Herb Simon ?"

Well, if the old man was going to brazenly advertise 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 worry about it."

"How could I not worry about it ? Sodomy 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 tush. What else would you hollo 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 gentle thighs. Ahhhh, so good ! Like fuckin'a woman. But, my dearest Simon, it wasn't sex. And, it wasn't sodomy. And, it wasn't with no female. So, it all fits right in nice and cracking, pretty very 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 ?"

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

Father Fontane put his forearms on his desk to lean toward his associate degree."Look Dott, you really don't want to go making a big stink about affair do you ? Wouldn't it bettor for you to…you know ... root down and you and me come to an understanding ?"

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

"okay Everett. okay. But, can we at least public lecture about the matter of intimacy ? I mean, after what I saw, I think you can empathize why I need to ask."

"That's well Marvin Neil Simon. Reason it ain't ‘ intimacy'is because I looked it long time ago. Memorized it. affaire is deep affection like with kissing, hugging, 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 priests. We hug everyone. And if it did count, you'd be as guilty as me."

"What ?"

"You hold son of a bitch'heads, don't ya ? Well, I was holding him, not hugging him. So no, wasn't an Panthera uncia of intimacy. And call up, it's our job to help oneself them son so they don't go off gettin'defiled by them perverts in the city."He poured two glasses of whiskey."Here. Let's toast our new understanding."

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

Besides, what right did he consume to gauge ? originally that morn, 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 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 throat against her will ?

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

"Good. Now, let's talk about something else. You have a upright time with my grandniece ?"

"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 ‘ adjacent time'so she's coming here tomorrow."

"I told you your job was to get it all the way in her so she can finger more like a girl, so you meliorate get that done tomorrow. But, at to the lowest degree tell 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 of instruction 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 Bible 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 cocotte ! She knows better, but she spends a lot of time on her knee joint, heh-heh. Like mother, like daughter."

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

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

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

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

No one in the domain was more remedy than Father Simon Dott in that moment as he exhaled fear-ladened breath in a I suspiration of relief.

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

"fountainhead, who's in ascendance here ? Who 's the adult ? Don't take no for an answer or I'll have to find out someone else."

Could Pristine Valley get any freakier ? Fontane's philosophy ratified blowjobs as a Robert William Service to"indigent"mother fucker. His own grandniece was actually a cocksucking boy and he had arranged for Dott to fuck 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 cock down her"daughter's"pharynx !

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 kept them from ever guessing that the causal agent of their hardons was a cocksucking boy ! Danu, with the full and thick blonde hair and blue eyes. Danu, dressed in a pink storage tank top and beige shorts. Danu, smooth all over and that backtalk -- -

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

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

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

And with that, forefather Dott lost his for the first time probability to be the responsible adult who controlled things.

She went slowly to her articulatio genus. `` But, I 'll lactate so you do n't need girls. ``

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

"I will if you let me suck."

His zipper was down and her sass was already beginning to gobble up his hard dig. Her diffused, creamy back talk made him turn a loss his will to resist. His knees felt watery and his oculus closed as he felt the sweet, rolling sensations of her mystical mouth.

Ah ... yes ... suck, his genius repeated. sucking my cock you sweet lilliputian"miss ”.

Just outside, the choir director was leading a group of prospective students and their family on a go of the readiness. 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 honorable and humble priest was giving his cock to a blonde schoolgirl who was actually a boy.

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

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

The little 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 tardily. It's not the first time I've done it with a virgin."

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

"No. I mean, your throat is virgin. We'll go easy. Just spread your mouthpiece and I'll do the rest."

The daughter slumped.

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

She brought herself vertical on her knees and opened her lip. Just the sight of that mouth ... so spread ... so make ... so wet and pinkish ... made him afraid to even touch his cock. But, he had a job to do so he took matter in-hand and brought the tip of his erecting to her lips. Her warm breathing time almost made him pick. He eased it slowly into her and her mouthpiece swarmed over it.

He put his workforce on her principal and said,"Just relax, Dana. Relax."He eased in a picayune more than and then ... he felt her tight, virginal, incoming and he was reminded that the way to heaven was narrow and only a few would find 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"young lady"and nothing was going to cease him !

She gagged slightly and put her medallion against his thighs as if to dissent. He reminded her to slack and"Just let it hap, Dana. Let it happen."

He was desperate to swallow his bone in her ; bury his bone deep into her and fuck her and ticker trillion of his fertile sperm right down her cocksucking throat !

He felt her gateway yield and his cockhead snug in the tightness of her innocent and untasted ring of virtuousness. He was nearly gasping from pleasure. He eased forward more and ... yes ! ... the head of his"steel"was sheathed beyond that ring. He was in ! Not all of the way yet, but once that mushroom-shaped cloud head got past that pack of immunity, the rest was certain !

"O ... okay Dana,"he said with a shaky voice."cargo hold still."

He gripped her head tighter and slowly, very slowly, Church Father Simon Dott pushed his erect penis all the way into the young lady's throat. He felt her nozzle against his pubes and his testicle against her chin.

He began fucking her. late and slow. Asking if she was okay. Fucking her with long accident. Controlling himself. Getting her comfortable. Getting her ready for the very piece of ass that was to take after.

cinque transactions, then ten, then fifteen passed before he said,"O.K. Danu, I have to do it. I have to fuck you. You're ready and those are my orders."

She girl seemed unsure but tried to nod despite having a rock-hard pecker down her throat and two manus gripping her head.

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

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

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

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

Nobility left founding father Simon Dott. He no longer cared if he was doing his duty or doing her a service or what anyone would recollect of him. The meter had come to fuck the girl of his lust-filled dreams and pump his seed into her and alleviate himself recondite in that gorgeous, cocksucking sassing and naught was going to kibosh him !

It was no longer about her. It was about him. His motive. His lust. His musket ball boiling and needing outlet.

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

If she wanted to be more of a"veridical"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 mouth ! If she didn't want it, then she should get stayed dwelling house. And, she certainly shouldn't have dropped to her knees in figurehead of a priest who"can't have girls"and tease him with her flirty blue oculus and lawless mouth.

He was panting and gasping and pummeling her and all he could call back about was how much he wanted to cum in her ; deep in her ! And as the mo past and his lust built and he felt himself approaching coming, he pulled her head teacher to him until her face was smashed against his body. His hips thrust hard as he buried his os deep down her pharynx and his balls quaked and Father Simon 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 mild profundity as he blasted her innards again. Two, three, four Thomas More times, he rammed into her as cryptical as he could go and each metre, he pumped a threatening dose of seminal fluid into her. Two more times he did the same and on the one-third, he rammed it down her throat as deep as it would go and he let out a primal growl and one last loony toons of rich, thickheaded, prolific sperm.

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

When it finally did, he released her question and the young lady slowly slumped to the floor like a rag doll. Her tomentum was mussed and her centre dazed. Her back talk were puffy and her face reddened. But, her body writhed in a slow-motion mode so at least 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 spermatozoan infuriated looking for ovaries and only finding tonsils.

Wouldn't Father Fontane and Hayden be well-chosen ? He had fucked her like they told him to and done it so well that he had fucked the young woman into a writhing and sticky 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 report and unconcerned that her daughter's eyes looked remote.

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

But, that didn't change how Father Neil Simon Dott's inside were in turmoil.

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

"Why would you palpate shamed ?"the gaffer non-Christian priest asked.

"Because ... Because it was lust. Pure lust. 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 recollect about how much I wanted to get my en off down her throat."

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

"So, you've had those thoughts ?"

"Hell yes. Every time. I get a mouth working on my dick and what else am I suppose to call back about ? And, we owe it to them. They don't come to us just to suck. The job ain't ended til we feed ‘ em seed and whatever you hafta do to hold 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 lustfulness. perfect lust."

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