division 3 - twenty dollar bill international nautical mile

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It was Sunday break of day and Father Everett Fontane had delivered a subject matter about whiteness and the sins of the human body and reminded his followers how hard he had worked to rid Pristine Valley of the conspicuous sex trades and driven them to the loathly city.

Seated behind the chief priest was Father Herbert Alexander Simon Dott who had been re-frocked and ordained as non-Christian priest in the vale just a few hebdomad before. He watched the congregation outpouring over the hero that Fontane had become, yet wondered what uninformed parishioners would think if they knew that the good father was regularly getting blow jobs in his office. Certainly some knew because Fontane had said that"anyone who should lie with, knows. We just don't go out broadcasting it ”.

In the first, Dott had nobly tried to poke holes in Fontane's unconventional school of thought, but the Old priest had an answer for everything, including how it all fit neatly into spread that existed in the vows of celibacy. His explanation were so concise and the enticement so enticing that Dott had not only lost the line of reasoning, but also his will to resist.

Dott had never made an issue of Fontane's lark because, since signing on as a counseling priest, he was getting quite a little of blow Book of Job himself.

When Fontane was through speechmaking, Dott followed him outside to greet smiling parishioners who dressed in their Sunday best and seemed so wholesome. One could only enquire what perversions lurked in the swarthiness of their homes, iniquities the foreman priest wouldn't challenge as long as they remained hidden.

Fontane hugged small fry, shook mitt, embraced mothers, and seemed to have a go at it everyone by figure. Dott greeted the few that he had met in his short stay in the vale and his nervus soared when the parents of two of his dickhead approached. They knew their boy were regularly blowing him yet they acted as if nix was unusual.

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

A woman with waves of bouncy blond hairsbreadth and a white-hot summer frock, and a jr. girl who looked interchangeable, approached Fontane. The womanhood wrapped her arms around the older priest and gave him a full phase of the moon, frontage hug. When she stepped away, the vernal girl hugged him the same.

While they talked, the untried girl stood before Fontane and he ran his hired man over her berm and leaned forward to kiss the fille's head.

How Biden-esque, Dott chuckled.

"cum here you two,"Fontane said."Want you to meet someone."He led them to Dott and said,"This here is our new priest, male parent Simon Dott. Father of the Church, 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 pretty girls and both of them were knockouts. He just hoped his rising taste 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 form of tied up what with all the counseling and getting Father Dott started."

"fountainhead, 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 me that your appointments are more important than us !"

"You're right. Of course."

"Good ! Come by at 4pm so we can catch up on lost clip,"she said before they departed.

When the concluding of the parishioners left, Dott asked,"Everett, is there ... is there something going on ?"

"Going on ?"

"Well yes. When Hayden said she wanted to bewitch up on lost metre, 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 ? Hell Marvin Neil Simon, I told you I never broke a single share 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 think I am, some kind of phony ?"

"Never mind. Of path you aren't."

Still, as mid-morning became tardily afternoon, St. Simon Dott struggled to get those thoughts out of his forefront and he had to because it wasn't fair to have such misgiving when he knew that Fontane had said he disapproved of incest.

Dott needed a distraction but Sundays didn't commonly have appointments and he wasn't the kind of man who would pick up a speech sound and call one of his counseling families and ask them to bring their boy to suck his dick. Instead, he went to his after part, pulled the spook, and engaged in a wonderfully successful hr of masturbation.

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

Fontane was just putting his key into the ringlet of his room access when Dott called out,"Everett, I ... I just want to say that I'm sorry for what I said earlier."

Fontane seemed brilliantly ; almost jolly. He smiled and shook his gray promontory."No need to be apologizin'Dott. Been a majuscule day so no penury to be stirrin'up settled water."

"Okay. wellspring, as long as everything is all right between us."

"All right ? nether region yes. Fact, why don't you come on in and we'll sip some mariner Daniel and talk for awhile."

He poured each of them a diminished deoxyephedrine of pot likker, kicked off his shoes, and put his feet on a low table. They talked for some time before Dott asked the older priest how his visit with his family had gone.

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

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

Fontane laughed and his head nodded."Yes Simon, I do think that."

Dott was aghast."Are you telling me that you let that girl sucking you off ?"

"Yup. Exactly what I'm saying. You got a job with it ?"

"I can't believe this. Yes, I have a job with it. You said yourself that our vows specifically say we're not to have any form of versed contact with females yet you let your elevated niece suck your cock ! There's no way you can justify that !"

"Ha-ha. fountainhead, I sure ain't surprised to hear the cynical begetter Dott say that."

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

"Oh Simon, you are quite a worrier aren't you ? Yes, I've been gettin'my putz sucked by that missy, but maybe you don't know what you don't know."

"Suppose you enlighten me then."

Fontane pulled his foundation from the board and leaned closer.

"What you don't know, Simon,"the man said, seeming to relish his associate's torture,"is that pretty female child ain't my magisterial niece."

"You said she was."

"Her figure ain't Dana either."

"What are you talking about ?"

After a swig of alcoholic beverage, Fontane said,"Because Simon, her public figure is Daniel."

"Book of Daniel ?"

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

Dott's head clanged with a hundred motion all at one time.

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

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

"I ... I can't believe it."But, what Father Simon Dott mostly could not believe was how he had gotten an instant erection at the first base lot of what he thought was a little girl only to now learn 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 loony. 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 the Zealot, Simon, Simon, we've talked about this. call back ? If it ain't sex, it ain't sin and bj's ain't sex. So no, I didn't have sex with a relation. Happy now ?"

There just was no arguing with the man. He was either the most cagy and opportunistic Dott had ever met, or the most delusional. While his amphetamine promontory couldn't decide between the two, his low-spirited head was nodding. Imagine having that cute face and bouncy blonde whisker bobbing in your lap.

"But let me differentiate you, It ain't all what it seems,"Fontane said."There's job. That's the understanding I don't go out there more. Been meaning to verbalize to you about it."

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

Fontane poured more hard drink and brushed his script through his cotton candy-like hair."She wants to be more of a girlfriend and ‘ cuz of that, she wants to take turncock 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, individual like you. Bet you'd erotic love to bewilder your hawkshaw in that pretty slight mouth, wouldn't you ?"

"Who ... who wouldn't ?"

"fountainhead then, tomorrow could be your favourable day, but only if you promise to do it ongoing, not some one-time 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. Trust me boy, you're gon na postulate all the stamina you can get."

"But, no mother would put her son ... I mean girl ... with a dispatch stranger."

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

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Father Herbert Alexander Simon Dott hardly noticed the twenty-mile drive to Hayden's rural house because his cerebration were so consumed with anticipation. His nerves jangled as he knocked on her doorway 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 talk for a few moments."

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

"You DO have it away, why you are you here, don't you ?"

"Father Fontane explained things."

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

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

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

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

"So, you just drove twenty dollar bill miles because soul told you that my daughter would draw your dick."

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

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

"Okay, yes. I drove twenty dollar bill miles to ... because Father Fontane said your girl would ... would suck my cock."

Hayden smiled and her headspring shook."You DO realize how sleazy that sounds. But, very well then."She yelled at the hall behind her and Dana appeared and was reintroduced to the priest.

"Padre Dott, you make sure you take good care of my daughter, if you know what I mean. Do your ‘ counseling in her elbow room and Dana, don't answer the doorway until I get back. Who knows what kind of deviant 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 the great unwashed of the valley ? He had just admitted that he drove twenty geographical mile to put his penis in her daughter's oral cavity, yet she was leaving !

He heard a girlish voice say,"Come on !"as Dana took him by the hand and led him to a bedchamber that was mostly pink and lace and stuffed animal. The"female child"was on her genu in seconds and cooing,"Oooo, I think I'm gon na like you !"Her paw grazed the front of his ignominious pants, then squeezed his already-hard cock.

She fumbled with his zip and worked it open while he looked down at her passably side and the rapids amid rivers of thick, blonde 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 shift.

Besides, that luscious mouth was right there -- -right in front of him ! -- -and there was no way he would leave that house until he guided his pleasure-seeking projectile rightfield into those blue lips !

"Ooooo, I like,"the daughter swooned. Her eyes never left his light beam while her fingerbreadth gently stroked.

She stroked for a few seconds longer before her perfect lips came to it and pushed over the tip and then over the head and Dott's knees nearly gave way. She pushed again and began moving slowly forward and back and forward and back. Her mouth was so soft and Father Neil Simon Dott could not consider he was watching a pretty"girl"down on her knee joint and sucking the stiffest hard-on he could remember.

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

If her fingerbreadth had felt purely magical then her sassing felt purely orphic. His stopcock jerked from her slow, cushy, passionate suck with a mouth that was altogether snugged to his turncock.

"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 aureole of her dessert, cocksucking mouth. He loved the touch as it crawl forward and back and his rock-hard cock absorbed every sensation.

It was so sordid ; so wickedly demented. In a rural contribution of the spick Pristine Valley, a young lady friend was in her bedroom, on her knees, purring with rage, and performing oral examination sex on a priest.

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

She was better than all of those fair sex 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 read/write head back.

"Dana ... I ..."He needed a few seconds to gather himself."Everett said you want to be more of a girl. To ... To learn to acquire it deep."

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

"But, I can ... you know ... assistance. 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 chair and let me suck until you cum in my back talk, like I do my great uncle."

The image of her sucking Fontane's shaft 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 pharynx 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 professorship and he was helpless to her skin senses. His ramification felt feeble and he nearly fell. She was between his leg in an twinkling and her mouthpiece was around his dent again and his heading lay back against the chair and Dana's moist and occult lip began caressing his wanton and poverty-stricken hard-on.

She looked like a young woman, talked like a miss, and acted like a lady friend. She would cod anyone. He would call her a girl if she wanted. He would call her Dana if she insisted. He could call in her anything as long as she didn't stop sucking until he got his junkie off -- -for her benefit, of course.

Her forefront bobbed in longsighted, even shot. He didn't know for how long, but in prison term, she shortened the strokes and quickened her pace and she hummed more.

Dott's cock demanded he put his hands on her heading and push and pull and stuff his hips in short-stroked unison. His breathing was coming in gasp and his body writhed and the daughter kept sucking and together they worked for what they both wanted most.

His rib coop rattled like earth earth tremor and his balls felt like clamps and his pelvic arch thrust and he held her head and his body freeze down and…

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

He shot good deal after slew of spunk into her with such effect that he knew he was decorating her tonsilla. His entire body was shaking and his bridge player were gripping her head as he emptied his desperate glob right in the mouth of the girl-who-was-a-boy.

All too soon, it was over.

As the storm passed and tranquilize began to steady down in, his shaking body ebbed to trembling and his tool dwindled to half-hardness.

She slowly lifted her face to depend at him. Her eye were stupid and her duncish hair mussed. She opened her rima oris to show the thick deposit of jizz that she had received. She ran her tongue through it and, with beatific eyes of a deuce, her lips sealed, her throat bulged, and her oral fissure reopened to show that she had swallowed it all.

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

A block down that rural road, a neighbor boy had been making his way toward Dana's house. He hoped-upon-hope that this would be the day he would finally be able to snog the female child of his dream.

Yet, when he was within eye-shot, he stopped because he saw Dana standing at her movement door talking to a priest. The boy could hold slapped himself silly ! What was he thinking ? How could he dare ingest such indecent intellection about a girl so pure and a folk 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 induce answered the door. If the boy had looked for her through her bedroom window, he would stimulate seen the fille of his aspiration eagerly performing oral exam sex on the erection of a man who had driven twenty geographical mile to put his phallus in her mouth.

Or, had the boy arrived a minute later, the non-Christian priest would experience been gone and the boy would own knocked on Dana's threshold. If she had answered, she would finally have granted his amorous request and he would have French kissed her. When the prison term came for him to leave, Danu would say good-bye with a giggle because she knew something that no other person on the planet would ever acknowledge :

That boy who was leaving and was so proud of his success had just coated his own mouth with the semen of a topical anesthetic priest.



[ part 4 follows ]