share 3 - Twenty stat mi

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It was Sunday good morning and Father Everett Fontane had delivered a content about purity and the sins of the flesh and reminded his follower how hard he had worked to rid Pristine Valley of the blazing sex trades and driven them to the wicked city.

Seated behind the head 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 congregation gush over the hero that Fontane had become, yet wondered what uninformed parishioners would think if they knew that the sound Fatherhood was regularly getting blow problem 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 kickoff, Dott had nobly tried to stab holes in Fontane's improper philosophical system, but the older non-Christian priest had an result for everything, including how it all fit neatly into spread that existed in the vows of celibacy. His account were so concise and the temptations so enticing that Dott had not only lost the argumentation, but also his will to defy.

Dott had never made an outlet of Fontane's escapades because, since signing on as a counseling priest, he was getting pot of C line of work himself.

When Fontane was through speaking, Dott followed him outside to greet smiling parishioners who dressed in their Lord's Day best and seemed so wholesome. One could only wonder what perversion lurked in the darkness of their homes, iniquities the tribal chief priest wouldn't challenge as long as they remained hidden.

Fontane hugged child, shook hands, embraced mother, and seemed to live everyone by name. Dott greeted the few that he had met in his short hitch in the Valley and his boldness soared when the parents of two of his mother fucker approached. They knew their sons were regularly blowing him yet they acted as if naught was unusual.

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

A woman with waves of bouncy blonde hair and a white summer wearing apparel, and a younger miss who looked standardized, approached Fontane. The woman wrapped her coat of arms around the elder non-Christian priest and gave him a full, frontal hug. When she stepped away, the younger lady friend hugged him the same.

While they talked, the jr. female child stood before Fontane and he ran his hired hand over her shoulders and leaned forward to kiss the missy's head.

How Biden-esque, Dott chuckled.

"Come here you two,"Fontane said."Want you to encounter someone."He led them to Dott and said,"This here is our new priest, beginner Neil Simon Dott. Father, this is my niece Hayden and her daughter Dana."

The woman extended her hand with a smile.

Despite the cocksuckers in his new life, Dott still had an eye for reasonably girls and both of them were knockouts. He just hoped his rising appreciation 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 drive and I've been variety of tied up what with all the counseling and getting Father Dott started."

"well, that's no alibi !"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 separate me that your appointments are more significant than us !"

"You're right. Of course."

"good ! Come by at 4pm so we can enchant up on lost metre,"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 catch up on lost time, she winked."

"So ?"

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

"You don't think I'm messin'with my niece, do you ? Hell Simon, I told you I never broke a one percentage of the vow of chastity. 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 think I am, some form of hypocrite ?"

"Never brain. Of course you aren't."

Still, as mid-morning became late good afternoon, Simon Dott struggled to get those thoughts out of his school principal 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 misdirection but Sundays didn't commonly have appointments and he wasn't the variety of man who would pick up a phone and call one of his counseling families and ask them to bring their boy to soak up his hawkshaw. Instead, he went to his quarters, pulled the shades, and engaged in a wonderfully successful hour of masturbation.

It was nearly 9pm when headlights flashed across his shaded window and he heard the familiar tweet of Fontane's remote car locks. He felt shamed for his former 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 head."No penury to be apologizin'Dott. Been a great day so no need to be stirrin'up settled water."

"okeh. Well, as long as everything is all rightfield between us."

"All right ? blaze yes. Fact, why don't you come on in and we'll sip some Jack Daniels and talk for awhile."

He poured each of them a lowly glass of liquor, kicked off his shoes, and put his feet on a low board. They talked for some meter before Dott asked the honest-to-goodness priest how his visit with his family had gone.

"Very well. Yes. Very well. I really should get out there more often. Dana really does involve a lot Sir Thomas More counseling."

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

Fontane laughed and his principal nodded."Yes Simon Zelotes, 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 conceive this. Yes, I have a trouble with it. You said yourself that our vows specifically say we're not to have got any phase of suggest contact with females yet you let your grand niece go down on your gumshoe ! There's no way you can absolve that !"

"ha-ha. Well, I sure ain't surprised to try the cynical Father Dott say that."

"Cynical ? ! ? Padre Fontane, you said you never broke a single part of the vow of celibacy, yet now I find out you've been sticking your putz in the mouthpiece of a daughter !"

"Oh Simon, you are quite a fusspot aren't you ? Yes, I've been gettin'my prick 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, Herbert A. Simon,"the man said, seeming to savour his associate's agony,"is that pretty girl ain't my grand niece."

"You said she was."

"Her gens ain't Danu either."

"What are you talking about ?"

After a draft of inebriant, 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 daughter, now can I ?"

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

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

"Sure is. Dresses up jolly nice, don't you think ?"

"I ... I can't believe it."But, what Father of the Church Simon the Canaanite Dott mostly could not consider was how he had gotten an inst erection at the for the first time spate of what he thought was a girl only to now discover that"she"was actually a boy.

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

"This is ... This is crazy !"

"Naw, ain't crazy. It's Pristine vale,"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."

"Simon, Simon, Herb Simon, we've talked about this. recall ? 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 cunning and opportunistic Dott had ever met, or the most delusional. While his pep pill head couldn't decide between the two, his scummy psyche was nodding. Imagine having that precious face and bouncy blond hair bobbing in your lap.

"But let me tell you, It ain't all what it seems,"Fontane said."There's trouble. That's the understanding I don't go out there to a greater extent. Been meaning to talk to you about it."

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

Fontane poured Thomas More liquor and brushed his hand through his cotton candy-like hair's-breadth."She wants to be more of a young lady and ‘ cuz of that, she wants to take cock deep as girls do. That ain't my thing. But you ... you love them deepthroat types. So I been thinkin'of telling Hayden that her daughter needs someone else, soul like you. Bet you'd erotic love to stick your pecker in that pretty little mouth, wouldn't you ?"

"Who ... who wouldn't ?"

"wellspring then, tomorrow could be your favorable day, but only if you promise to do it ongoing, not some one-time affair. Think you could do that ?"

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

"thought process so. But listen, don't you go wankin'off tonight thinkin'about it ‘ cuz I plan to call up Hayden and order her you'll be there at 10am. Trust me boy, you're gon na need all the staying power you can get."

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

"Of course they would, Simon. We're non-Christian priest, not perverts."

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Father Marvin Neil Simon Dott hardly noticed the twenty-mile drive to Hayden's rural home because his thoughts were so consumed with expectation. His nerves jangled as he knocked on her threshold and only eased slightly when she smiled and gave him a casual hug.

"Well Father Dott, my uncle Everett says all the right things about you. But, let's sit and lecture for a few moments."

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

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

"male parent Fontane explained things."

"Then, tell me. evidence me why you are here."

"I ... He ... He said I'm to facilitate Danu with counseling."

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

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

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

He wondered if he had fallen into some kind of police stinging and would soon see cuff and cameras.

"Of class you did. Admit it because I don't want to land Danu out and then have to tell her there was a fault. I'm sure you understand. Say it !"

"Okay, yes. I drove 20 miles to ... because Father Fontane said your daughter would ... would suck my cock."

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

"Padre Dott, you make certain you take good precaution of my daughter, if you know what I mean. Do your ‘ guidance in her room and Dana, don't answer the door until I get back. Who knows what kind of degenerates are lurking out there ?"

'' Y ... You're leaving ?"Dott asked.

"Yes. I'm nearly late for a merging at the grange."

How bat-crazy were people of the Valley ? He had just admitted that he drove twenty statute mile to put his penis in her daughter's mouth, yet she was leaving !

He heard a schoolgirlish spokesperson say,"seminal fluid on !"as Dana took him by the hand and led him to a bedroom that was mostly pink and lace and scarf out animals. The"miss"was on her knees in seconds and cooing,"Oooo, I think I'm gon na like you !"Her hand grazed the front of his blacken pant, then squeezed his already-hard cock.

She fumbled with his zipper and worked it open while he looked down at her pretty face and the rapids amid rivers of thick, blond hair's-breadth. She couldn't be a boy, could she ? But, did he really want to feel 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 luscious mouth was right there -- -right in front line of him ! -- -and there was no way he would leave that household until he guided his pleasure-seeking missile right into those juicy sassing !

"Ooooo, I like,"the girl swooned. Her eyes never left his rotating shaft while her fingers gently stroked.

She stroked for a few seconds longer before her perfect tense brim came to it and pushed over the tip and then over the head and Dott's human knee nearly gave way. She pushed again and began moving slowly forward and back and forward and back. Her back talk was so diffuse and Father Simon Dott could not believe he was watching a pretty"little girl"down on her knees and sucking the sloshed hard-on he could commemorate.

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

If her fingers had felt purely magical then her mouth felt purely mystical. His stopcock jerked from her slow, soft, passionate suck with a mouth that was altogether snugged to his tool.

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

The young woman hummed and her head moved slightly up and down.

He closed his center and basked in the aureole of her sweet, cocksucking sassing. He loved the feeling as it crawl forward and back and his rock-hard cock absorbed every star.

It was so sordid ; so wickedly demented. In a rural character of the spick Pristine vale, a young daughter was in her sleeping room, on her human knee, purring with passion, and performing oral sex on a priest.

Her female parent knew. His foreman knew. Both had given their blessing.

She was better than all of those char who had turned him down in biography and even better because she sucked like a cocksucking boy because, well, that's what she was.

He felt the flush of coming and quickly pulled her mind back.

"Dana ... I ..."He needed a few s to cumulate himself."Everett said you want to be more of a girl. To ... To learn to take it deep."

Her eyes were simmering."Mmmmm, yes, but not now."

"But, I can ... you know ... assistant. That's why we do counseling."

"No,"she cooed."Not today. Today I want to suck !"

"But ... I mean -- -"

"No Father Dott. I want you to sit in my comfy chairman and let me suck up until you cum in my mouth, like I do my great uncle."

The range of her sucking Fontane's dick 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 swallow 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. His legs felt weak and he nearly fell. She was between his legs in an flash and her lip was around his cock again and his oral sex 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 girl, and acted like a girlfriend. She would fritter anyone. He would foretell her a lady friend if she wanted. He would call her Danu if she insisted. He could call her anything as long as she didn't occlusive sucking until he got his nuts off -- -for her benefit, of course.

Her nous bobbed in long, even cerebrovascular accident. He didn't know for how long, but in time, she shortened the shot and quickened her rate and she hummed more.

Dott's cock demanded he put his hands on her headland and pushing and pulling and stuff his pelvic girdle in short-stroked unison. His breathing was coming in gasps and his body writhed and the little girl kept sucking and together they worked for what they both wanted most.

His rib cage rattled like terra firma tremors and his formal felt like clinch and his hips thrust and he held her foreland and his consistence froze and…

In the pink bedroom of a rural home, a local priest ejaculated in a girl's mouth.

He shot spate after spate of spunk into her with such force that he knew he was decorating her palatine tonsil. His entire trunk was shaking and his hand were gripping her capitulum as he emptied his dire balls right in the mouth of the girl-who-was-a-boy.

All too soon, it was over.

As the storm passed and calm down began to settle in, his shaking consistency ebbed to trembling and his pecker dwindled to half-hardness.

She slowly lifted her brass to appear at him. Her oculus were stuporous and her thick hair mussed. She opened her mouth to prove the loggerheaded deposit of jizz that she had received. She ran her glossa through it and, with angelic eyes of a devil, her lips sealed, her throat bulged, and her mouth reopened to show that she had swallowed it all.

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

A closure down that rural road, a neighbor boy had been making his way toward Dana's star sign. He hoped-upon-hope that this would be the day he would finally be able to kiss the girl of his dreams.

Yet, when he was within eye-shot, he stopped because he saw Dana standing at her presence door talking to a priest. The boy could have slapped himself silly ! What was he thinking ? How could he make bold have such uncomely thoughts about a missy so pure and a class so wholesome that priests regularly visited ? ! ?

He turned and walked away.

Sometimes, bad timing is a safe thing.

Had the boy arrived minutes earlier, Dana would not accept answered the door. If the boy had looked for her through her bedroom window, he would have seen the miss of his dreams eagerly performing oral sex on the erecting of a man who had driven twenty knot to put his penis in her mouth.

Or, had the boy arrived a minute later, the priest would have been gone and the boy would have knocked on Dana's door. If she had answered, she would finally have granted his amorous postulation and he would have French people kissed her. When the clock time came for him to leave, Danu would say bye with a giggle because she knew something that no other person on the planet would ever have it off :

That boy who was leaving and was so majestic of his succeeder had just coated his own mouth with the semen of a local anaesthetic priest.



[ part 4 follows ]