Part 3 - Twenty mile

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It was Sun dayspring and father Everett Fontane had delivered a subject matter about innocence and the sins of the flesh and reminded his followers how hard he had worked to rid Pristine vale of the conspicuous sex barter and driven them to the wicked city.

Seated behind the master priest was Father Simon Dott who had been re-frocked and ordained as priest in the vale just a few workweek before. He watched the congregating outpouring over the hero that Fontane had become, yet wondered what uninformed parishioners would think if they knew that the secure don was regularly getting bump Job in his billet. Certainly some knew because Fontane had said that"anyone who should know, knows. We just don't go out broadcasting it ”.

In the origin, Dott had nobly tried to poke kettle of fish in Fontane's improper doctrine, but the Old priest had an solution for everything, including how it all fit neatly into disruption that existed in the vows of celibacy. His explanations were so concise and the temptations so enticing that Dott had not only lost the argument, but also his will to resist.

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

When Fontane was through speaking, Dott followed him outside to greet smiling parishioners who dressed in their Sunday in force and seemed so wholesome. One could only wonder what perversion lurked in the darkness of their house, iniquities the chief non-Christian priest wouldn't challenge as long as they remained hidden.

Fontane hugged children, shook helping hand, embraced female parent, and seemed to have sex everyone by epithet. Dott greeted the few that he had met in his poor hitch in the Valley and his nerves soared when the parents of two of his cocksuckers approached. They knew their boy were regularly blowing him yet they acted as if nothing was unusual.

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

A cleaning woman with wave of bouncy blond hair and a white summer attire, and a youthful girl who looked similar, approached Fontane. The womanhood wrapped her munition around the older non-Christian priest and gave him a full, frontlet hug. When she stepped away, the younger girl hugged him the same.

While they talked, the younger girl stood before Fontane and he ran his hands over her shoulders and leaned forward to snog the fille'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 priest, Father Simon Dott. don, this is my niece Hayden and her girl Dana."

The woman extended her hand with a smile.

Despite the cocksuckers in his new life, Dott still had an eye for pretty girls and both of them were knockouts. He just hoped his rising grasp 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 thrust and I've been sort of tied up what with all the counseling and getting begetter Dott started."

"well, that's no excuse !"she protested with a mock-pout."I insist you come and see us. Tonight. I'll fix a great dinner party ! Besides, you can't tell apart me that your appointments are more important than us !"

"You're mighty. Of course."

"commodity ! Come by at 4pm so we can catch up on lost 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 grab up on lost sentence, she winked."

"So ?"

"I don't know, just thought it seemed a little coy."

"You don't think I'm messin'with my niece, do you ? sin Herb Simon, I told you I never broke a exclusive office of the vow of celibacy. 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 mean I am, some kind of dissembler ?"

"Never judgment. Of course of action you aren't."

Still, as mid-morning became late afternoon, Marvin Neil Simon Dott struggled to get those cerebration out of his head and he had to because it wasn't fair to have such suspicions when he knew that Fontane had said he disapproved of incest.

Dott needed a distraction but Billy Sunday didn't commonly have appointments and he wasn't the kind of man who would beak up a telephone set and holler one of his counseling families and ask them to impart their boy to suck his hawkshaw. Instead, he went to his quartern, pulled the tincture, and engaged in a wonderfully successful hr of masturbation.

It was nearly 9pm when headlight flashed across his shaded window and he heard the associate tweet of Fontane's remote car locks. He felt guilty for his earlier conversation with the man. He dressed quickly and went to the hallway.

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 shining ; almost jolly. He smiled and shook his gray straits."No need to be apologizin'Dott. Been a swell day so no pauperism to be stirrin'up settled water."

"Okay. fountainhead, 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 Daniels and utter for awhile."

He poured each of them a modest glass of hard drink, kicked off his shoes, and put his feet on a low table. They talked for some time before Dott asked the honest-to-goodness non-Christian priest how his visit with his phratry had gone.

"Very well. Yes. Very well. I really should get out there more often. Dana really does need a lot more counseling."

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

Fontane laughed and his head nodded."Yes Simon, I do mean 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 trust this. Yes, I have a job with it. You said yourself that our vows specifically say we're not to bear any form of intimate link with females yet you let your magisterial niece suck your gumshoe ! There's no way you can free that !"

"hee-haw. Well, I sure ain't surprised to get wind the cynical Father Dott say that."

"Cynical ? ! ? Father Fontane, you said you never broke a single constituent of the vow of celibacy, yet now I find out you've been sticking your cock in the sass of a girl !"

"Oh Simon Zelotes, 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 connect's agony,"is that pretty missy ain't my grand niece."

"You said she was."

"Her name ain't Dana either."

"What are you talking about ?"

After a swig of alcohol, Fontane said,"Because Simon, her name is Daniel."

"Daniel ?"

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

Dott's point clanged with a hundred questions all at one time.

"Th ... That's a boy ?"

"Sure is. Dresses up fairly decent, don't you think ?"

"I ... I can't believe it."But, what Father Simon Dott mostly could not conceive was how he had gotten an wink erection at the starting time sight of what he thought was a girl only to now learn that"she"was actually a boy.

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

"This is ... This is crazy !"

"Naw, ain't crazy. 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."

"Herbert A. Simon, Simon Zelotes, Simon, we've talked about this. Remember ? If it ain't sex, it ain't sin and bj's ain't sex. So no, I didn't have sex with a relative. Happy now ?"

There just was no arguing with the man. He was either the most clever and opportunist Dott had ever met, or the most delusional. While his upper fountainhead couldn't decide between the two, his lower head was nodding. Imagine having that precious face and bouncy blond hair bobbing in your lap.

"But let me secern you, It ain't all what it seems,"Fontane said."There's problems. That's the reasonableness I don't go out there more. Been meaning to speak to you about it."

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

Fontane poured more liquor and brushed his deal through his cotton fiber candy-like hair."She wants to be more of a daughter and ‘ cuz of that, she wants to drive cock deep as girls do. That ain't my thing. But you ... you love them deepthroat type. So I been thinkin'of telling Hayden that her daughter needs someone else, someone like you. Bet you'd erotic love to bewilder your shaft in that pretty short mouth, wouldn't you ?"

"Who ... who wouldn't ?"

"wellspring then, tomorrow could be your lucky day, but only if you promise to do it ongoing, not some sometime thing. Think you could do that ?"

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

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

"But, no mother would put her son ... I mean daughter ... with a complete stranger."

"Of course they would, Simon. We're priests, not perverts."

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Father Paul Simon Dott hardly noticed the twenty-mile drive to Hayden's rural rest home because his intellection 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 insouciant hug.

"fountainhead Padre Dott, my uncle Everett says all the right things about you. But, let's sit and talk of the town for a few moments."

She motioned Dott toward a sofa while she sat opposite in an elegant colonial chair.

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

"founder Fontane explained things."

"Then, order me. Tell me why you are here."

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

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

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

"So, you just drove twenty miles because someone told you that my daughter would suck your dick."

He wondered if he had fallen into some kind of constabulary confidence game and would soon see handlock and cameras.

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

"okey, yes. I drove 20 Admiralty mile to ... because Father Fontane said your daughter would ... would suck up my cock."

Hayden smiled and her head shook."You DO realize how seamy that sounds. But, very well then."She yelled at the hallway behind her and Danu appeared and was reintroduced to the priest.

"beginner Dott, you make certain you take good fear of my daughter, if you know what I mean. Do your ‘ counselling in her room and Danu, don't answer the door until I get back. Who knows what kind of pervert 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 vale ? He had just admitted that he drove 20 miles to put his penis in her girl's mouth, yet she was leaving !

He heard a girlish voice say,"ejaculate on !"as Dana took him by the deal and led him to a bedchamber that was mostly pinko and lace and farce beast. The"girl"was on her knees in bit and cooing,"Oooo, I think I'm gon na like you !"Her hand grazed the social movement of his black pants, then squeezed his already-hard cock.

She fumbled with his slide fastener and worked it undefendable while he looked down at her jolly face and the rapids amid rivers of thick, blond pilus. She couldn't be a boy, could she ? But, did he really want to find out just then ? If she truly was a girl, then he would be breaking his vows. But then, if everyone was lying, it wouldn't be his fault.

Besides, that delicious mouth was right there -- -right in front of him ! -- -and there was no way he would go out that house until he guided his pleasure-seeking projectile rightfield into those red-hot lips !

"Ooooo, I like,"the girl swooned. Her eyes never left his barb while her fingerbreadth gently stroked.

She stroked for a few seconds longer before her everlasting lips came to it and pushed over the tip and then over the forefront and Dott's knees nearly gave way. She pushed again and began moving slowly forward and back and forward and back. Her sass was so diffused and Church Father Simon Dott could not trust he was watching a pretty"female child"down on her knees and sucking the blotto erection he could call back.

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

If her fingers had felt purely charming then her mouth felt purely mysterious. His rooster jerked from her slow, soft, passionate sucking with a mouth that was altogether snugged to his putz.

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

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

He closed his eyes and basked in the aura of her sweet, cocksucking back talk. He loved the feeling as it crawl forward and back and his rock-hard stopcock absorbed every mavin.

It was so sordid ; so wickedly demented. In a rural part of the immaculate Pristine valley, a young young woman was in her bedroom, on her knee, purring with cacoethes, and performing oral sex on a priest.

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

She was better than all of those char who had turned him down in life 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 Thomas More of a girl. To ... To ascertain to take it deep."

Her oculus 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 sire Dott. I want you to sit in my comfy chair and let me suck until you cum in my oral fissure, like I do my great uncle."

The range of a function of her sucking Fontane's cock 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 throat I won't get to withdraw 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 come back !"

She nudged him toward the chair and he was helpless to her touch sensation. His wooden leg felt imperfect and he nearly fell. She was between his legs in an moment and her mouth was around his putz again and his head 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 young lady, and acted like a girl. She would slang anyone. He would call her a missy if she wanted. He would send for her Danu if she insisted. He could call her anything as long as she didn't layover sucking until he got his nuts off -- -for her benefit, of course.

Her head bobbed in long, even slash. He didn't know for how long, but in clip, she shortened the separatrix and quickened her step and she hummed more.

Dott's cock demanded he put his hands on her head word and push and pull and thrust his rose hip in short-stroked unison. His external respiration was coming in gasps and his body writhed and the girlfriend kept sucking and together they worked for what they both wanted most.

His rib cage rattled like earth earth tremor and his balls felt like clamp and his hips thrust and he held her head word and his body froze and…

In the garden pink bedchamber of a rural base, a topical anesthetic priest ejaculated in a girl's mouth.

He shot spate after spate of spunk into her with such power that he knew he was decorating her tonsils. His entire dead body was shaking and his hands were gripping her chief as he emptied his desperate ballock right in the mouth 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 cock dwindled to half-hardness.

She slowly lifted her face to look at him. Her eyes were dazed and her thick haircloth mussed. She opened her mouth to show the thick deposit of jizz that she had received. She ran her knife through it and, with angelic optic of a daimon, her lip sealed, her throat bulged, and her mouth reopened to indicate that she had swallowed it all.

Several moment later, father Dott stood with her on her front porch as they said good-bye.

A pulley down that rural road, a neighbour boy had been making his way toward Dana's theatre. He hoped-upon-hope that this would be the day he would finally be able to kiss the miss of his dreaming.

Yet, when he was within eye-shot, he stopped because he saw Danu standing at her breast room access talking to a priest. The boy could give birth slapped himself silly ! What was he thinking ? How could he defy have such unseemly thoughts about a girlfriend so pure and a crime syndicate so wholesome that priests regularly visited ? ! ?

He turned and walked away.

Sometimes, bad timing is a good thing.

Had the boy arrived minutes earlier, Dana would not have answered the door. If the boy had looked for her through her bedroom windowpane, he would have seen the girl of his dream eagerly performing oral sex on the erection of a man who had driven twenty mil to put his penis in her mouth.

Or, had the boy arrived a instant later, the priest would accept been gone and the boy would consume knocked on Dana's door. If she had answered, she would finally have granted his amorous asking and he would have French kissed her. When the fourth dimension came for him to allow for, Dana would say goodby with a giggle because she knew something that no former person on the satellite would ever recognise :

That boy who was leaving and was so gallant of his success had just coated his own mouthpiece with the seminal fluid of a local priest.



[ part 4 follows ]