parting 3 - twenty dollar bill miles

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It was Billy Sunday morn and Father Everett Fontane had delivered a message about purity and the Sin of the frame and reminded his followers how hard he had worked to rid Pristine valley of the blazing sex trades and ride them to the wicked city.

Seated behind the chief non-Christian priest was Father Simon Dott who had been re-frocked and ordained as priest in the Valley just a few hebdomad 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 respectable Father was regularly getting reverse caper in his government agency. 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 jab holes in Fontane's unconventional ism, but the Old priest had an answer for everything, including how it all fit neatly into gaps 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 occupation himself.

When Fontane was through speaking, Dott followed him outside to recognise smiling parishioners who dressed in their Dominicus best and seemed so wholesome. One could only marvel what perversion lurked in the darkness of their domicile, iniquities the head non-Christian priest wouldn't challenge as long as they remained hidden.

Fontane hugged shaver, shook hands, embraced mothers, and seemed to know everyone by figure. Dott greeted the few that he had met in his light stay in the vale and his nerves soared when the parents of two of his cocksuckers approached. They knew their sons were regularly blowing him yet they acted as if naught was unusual.

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

A char with moving ridge of bouncy blond hair and a white summer attire, and a younger girlfriend who looked similar, approached Fontane. The woman wrapped her weapon around the older non-Christian priest and gave him a full, frontlet hug. When she stepped away, the new miss 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 kiss the girl's head.

How Biden-esque, Dott chuckled.

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

The woman extended her script with a smile.

Despite the cocksuckers in his new lifespan, Dott still had an eye for pretty girls and both of them were stunner. He just hoped his rising admiration 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 sort 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 ! Besides, you can't tell me that your date are more important than us !"

"You're right hand. Of course."

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

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

"Going on ?"

"wellspring yes. When Hayden said she wanted to catch up on lost time, she winked."

"So ?"

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

"You don't think I'm messin'with my niece, do you ? Hell Simon, I told you I never broke a single contribution 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 hypocrite ?"

"Never thinker. Of line you aren't."

Still, as mid-morning became tardy afternoon, Simon the Zealot Dott struggled to get those thinking out of his head and he had to because it wasn't fair to have such intuition when he knew that Fontane had said he disapproved of incest.

Dott needed a distraction but Sun didn't commonly have appointments and he wasn't the kind of man who would cull up a headphone and call one of his direction families and ask them to bring their boy to suck his cock. 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 outback car ignition lock. He felt shamed for his earliest conversation with the man. He dressed quickly and went to the hall.

Fontane was just putting his key into the lock chamber 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 bright ; almost jolly. He smiled and shook his gray capitulum."No indigence to be apologizin'Dott. Been a great day so no need to be stirrin'up settled water."

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

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

He poured each of them a belittled glass of hard liquor, kicked off his shoes, and put his feet on a low board. They talked for some clock 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. Dana really does need a lot Thomas More counseling."

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

Fontane laughed and his head nodded."Yes Simon, I do think of 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 trouble with it ?"

"I can't believe this. Yes, I have a problem with it. You said yourself that our vows specifically say we're not to have any form of intimate liaison with females yet you let your deluxe niece sop up your dick ! There's no way you can apologise that !"

"sunk fence. fountainhead, I sure ain't surprised to see the cynical Father Dott say that."

"Cynical ? ! ? Father-God Fontane, you said you never broke a single voice of the vow of celibacy, yet now I find out you've been sticking your peter in the mouth of a young woman !"

"Oh Herbert A. Simon, you are quite a worrywart aren't you ? Yes, I've been gettin'my gumshoe 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, Simon,"the man said, seeming to savour his assort's agony,"is that pretty young lady ain't my imposing niece."

"You said she was."

"Her name ain't Dana either."

"What are you talking about ?"

After a gulp of alcoholic beverage, 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 read/write head clanged with a hundred interrogative sentence all at one time.

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

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

"I ... I can't believe it."But, what father Herb Simon Dott mostly could not believe was how he had gotten an clamant erection at the first visual modality of what he thought was a young woman 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 demented !"

"Naw, ain't nutcase. 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."

"Simon, Herbert Alexander Simon, Simon, we've talked about this. think 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 proportional. Happy now ?"

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

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

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

Fontane poured more than liquor and brushed his bridge player through his cotton plant candy-like hair."She wants to be More of a girlfriend and ‘ cuz of that, she wants to take cock deep as girl do. That ain't my thing. But you ... you love them deepthroat types. So I been thinkin'of telling Hayden that her girl needs someone else, someone like you. Bet you'd passion to wedge your dick in that pretty little mouth, wouldn't you ?"

"Who ... who wouldn't ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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Father Simon Dott hardly noticed the twenty-mile drive to Hayden's rural home because his thinking 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 cursory hug.

"wellspring Father Dott, my uncle Everett says all the powerful thing 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, tell apart me. say 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 tug twenty stat mi because mortal told you that my daughter would lactate your dick."

He wondered if he had fallen into some kind of constabulary sting and would soon see turnup and cameras.

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

"okeh, yes. I drove twenty international nautical mile to ... because Father-God Fontane said your girl would ... would suck my cock."

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

"Father Dott, you make sure you take expert care of my daughter, if you know what I mean. Do your ‘ counseling in her room and Dana, don't answer the door until I get back. Who knows what sort 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 Valley ? He had just admitted that he drove 20 miles to put his penis in her daughter's mouth, 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 lacing and squeeze animals. The"girl"was on her knees in second gear and cooing,"Oooo, I think I'm gon na like you !"Her hand grazed the front of his blackened pants, then squeezed his already-hard dick.

She fumbled with his zipper and worked it open while he looked down at her pretty facial expression and the rapids amid rivers of thick, blond hair. 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 juicy mouth was right there -- -right in nominal head of him ! -- -and there was no way he would leave that house until he guided his pleasure-seeking missile rightfulness into those fat sass !

"Ooooo, I like,"the miss swooned. Her oculus never left his shaft while her digit gently stroked.

She stroked for a few seconds longer before her arrant sass came to it and pushed over the tip and then over the head and Dott's articulatio genus nearly gave way. She pushed again and began moving slowly forward and back and forward and back. Her mouth was so mild and founder Simon Dott could not consider he was watching a pretty"lady friend"down on her genu and sucking the steadfast hard-on he could remember.

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

If her digit had felt purely magic then her mouth felt purely mystical. His cock jerked from her tiresome, diffuse, passionate suction with a sassing that was altogether snugged to his cock.

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

The girlfriend hummed and her headland moved slightly up and down.

He closed his centre and basked in the aura of her sweet, cocksucking mouthpiece. He loved the feeling as it crawl forward and back and his rock-hard cock absorbed every sensation.

It was so sleazy ; so wickedly demented. In a rural region of the immaculate Pristine vale, a young girl was in her chamber, on her genu, purring with passion, and performing oral sex on a priest.

Her mother knew. His knob knew. Both had given their blessing.

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

He felt the hurry of coming and quickly pulled her head back.

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

Her eyes 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 Father Dott. I want you to sit in my comfy professorship and let me suck until you cum in my mouth, like I do my with child uncle."

The mental image 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 turncock, then it will like me. And, if you do it in my pharynx I won't get to take back 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 fare back !"

She nudged him toward the chair and he was incapacitated to her touch. His legs felt weak and he nearly fell. She was between his leg in an instant and her mouth was around his prick again and his head lay back against the chair and Dana's moist and mystical backtalk began caressing his wanton and impoverished hard-on.

She looked like a missy, talked like a girl, and acted like a girl. She would fool anyone. He would squall her a girl if she wanted. He would forebode her Dana if she insisted. He could call her anything as long as she didn't stop sucking until he got his freak off -- -for her welfare, of course.

Her head bobbed in long, even strokes. He didn't know for how prospicient, but in time, she shortened the apoplexy and quickened her pace and she hummed more.

Dott's cock demanded he put his script on her read/write head and thrust and pull and hurl his hips in short-stroked unison. His ventilation was coming in gasp and his eubstance writhed and the daughter kept sucking and together they worked for what they both wanted most.

His rib batting cage rattled like globe microseism and his nut felt like clamp and his hips drive and he held her read/write head and his body block and…

In the pink sleeping room of a rural domicile, a local non-Christian priest ejaculated in a girl's mouth.

He shot spate after freshet of nerve into her with such force that he knew he was decorating her tonsils. His full trunk was shaking and his hands were gripping her drumhead 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 calm began to settle in, his shaking trunk ebbed to trembling and his cock dwindled to half-hardness.

She slowly lifted her face to see at him. Her eyes were dazed and her thick hair mussed. She opened her back talk to present the thick deposit of jizz that she had received. She ran her tongue through it and, with angelic eyes of a monster, her lips sealed, her pharynx bulged, and her oral cavity reopened to show that she had swallowed it all.

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

A block down that rural road, a neighbor boy had been making his way toward Danu's house. He hoped-upon-hope that this would be the day he would finally be capable to kiss the girl of his dreams.

Yet, when he was within eye-shot, he stopped because he saw Dana standing at her breast door talking to a priest. The boy could stimulate slapped himself silly ! What was he thinking ? How could he dare have such indecent thoughts about a girl so pure and a phratry so wholesome that priests regularly visited ? ! ?

He turned and walked away.

Sometimes, bad timing is a respectable thing.

Had the boy arrived instant earlier, Dana would not have answered the threshold. If the boy had looked for her through her bedroom windowpane, he would consume seen the little girl of his dreams eagerly performing oral sex on the erecting of a man who had driven twenty dollar bill miles to put his phallus in her mouth.

Or, had the boy arrived a minute later, the priest would take been gone and the boy would have knocked on Dana's threshold. If she had answered, she would finally have granted his amatory asking and he would have French kissed her. When the clip came for him to leave, Dana would say good-bye with a giggle because she knew something that no early person on the planet would ever screw :

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



[ part 4 follows ]