Part 4 - Dana

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It would be comfortable to explain why Father Everett Fontane was not going to take heed a mild smash that was soon to come to his office door. It would be backbreaking to explain why the chief priest of Pristine valley would be seen laying with a blonde boy on his office sofa.

While there would seldom be a good day for such a discovery, this day could not have been worse for Fatherhood Simon the Canaanite Dott because he was just returning from a mythological forenoon, one he had spent with Dana, Fontane's own grandniece and one arranged by Fontane himself.

Dott parked his car and checked in with Jenni Edward Everett Hale at the battlefront office. She handed him several messages and said,"founding father Fontane said he wants to see you as soon as you got back."

"Figured he would. Is he busy now ?"

"He had a counseling date but that was an hour-and-a-half ago. I would knock first off though."

And so, Father Neil Simon Dott began a disastrous trek toward a subdued knock, a quietly opened door, and a barefaced picture that would interpolate his day and send him away in shock.

It was outrageous ! A sixty-something priest wrapped around an unknown boy ! It was ... wickedness ! Iniquity beyond iniquity ! Even Father Fontane's cleverly crafted doctrine had no margin for sodomy yet there he was, the good founding father, humping away !

eve 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 pleasures in the Valley, but if he didn't, could he live with himself ?

His torture was eventually interrupted by the intercommunication system on his desk.

"Dott. You there ?"

He cleared his mentation enough to respond,"Y ... Yes, Father of the Church Fontane."

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

Dott washed his cheek, mustered his courage, and made his way to the old man's billet, still uncertain of what he would do.

The blond boy was gone and Fontane's demeanor was as if nothing had happened.

"How was your good morning ?"the older priest asked with a prurient smile.

"It was ... It was ..."Dott squirmed."Everett, I ... I saw you."

"Saw me ? Saw me what ?"

"I knocked on your office door and I saw you ... with some boy."

Fontane stared before his wide-eyed reaction,"So ?"

"You were ..."

"I was what, Simon ?"

Well, if the old man was going to brazenly crowd the offspring, then so would Dott !

"I saw you. You were on the lounge and you were ... you were fucking that boy !"

"Oh that ? Don't worry about it."

"How could I not worry about it ? anal sex is against our vows as well as your doctrine."

"anal intercourse ?"Fontane laughed."Wasn't no sodomy."

"Everett, you were spooning him and fucking him from behind. What else would you cry it ?"

"Yeah, I was spooning him and I was fucking him from butt, 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. pit, it was his estimate. Backs himself into me, spoon us up, then I fuck him between his thighs."

"You ... You fucked him -- -what ?"

"Yup. Creamed all over them soft thighs. Ahhhh, so thoroughly ! Like fuckin'a cleaning lady. But, my honey Neil 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 slap-up, pretty much like them blowjobs you like."

While Fontane was once again a master of systematization, Dott struggled to agree.

"But, aren't you leaving something out ?"

"Like what ?"

"Intimacy. We're not to hold intimacy 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 fetor about thing do you ? Wouldn't it better for you to…you know ... go down down and you and me come to an understanding ?"

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

"OK Everett. OK. But, can we at to the lowest degree talking about the thing of intimacy ? I mean, after what I saw, I think you can understand why I need to ask."

"That's better Herbert A. Simon. rationality it ain't ‘ affair'is because I looked it long time ago. Memorized it. Intimacy is deep affection like with kissing, hugging, romance, or sexual coition. I don't kiss boys so therefore, I don't butterfly them either. Never penetrated him so wasn't intercourse. Hugging don't count ‘ cuz we're priests. We hug everyone. And if it did count, you'd be as guilty as me."

"What ?"

"You hold cocksuckers'forefront, don't ya ? Well, I was holding him, not hugging him. So no, wasn't an ounce of intimacy. And recall, it's our job to help them male child so they don't go off gettin'defiled by them deviate in the city."He poured two drinking glass of whiskey."Here. Let's toast our new understanding."

Dott downed a mouthful of liquor and hoped it would somehow help him to sort out through all that he had heard. Since he couldn't, it was best to just let affair depend upon, at to the lowest degree for the sentence being.

Besides, what right did he stimulate to judge ? earlier that morning, he was the one who was pervey enough to get sucked off by a blonde girlfriend who he knew was actually a boy. And wasn't he the one who had admitted to the"missy's"mother that he had driven XX mil to put his penis in her daughter's oral cavity ? 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 trust you."

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

"Still can't believe she's a boy."

"Did you do what I sent you out there to do ? Did you get your shaft down her throat ?"

"She ... She wouldn't do it. She said ‘ future time'so she's coming here tomorrow."

"I told you your job was to get it all the way in her so she can feel more like a girl, so you advantageously get that done tomorrow. But, at least separate me you came in her mouth."

"Ohhh ... yeahhhh,"Dott crooned as he remembered his ball-busting orgasm."But I mean, I did it to help her, not me."

"Of row you did,"Fontane chuckled."How's she getting here tomorrow ?"

"Her mother's bringing her by before she goes to the grange."

"Grange, huh. That's Hayden's word 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 whore ! She knows better, but she spends a lot of meter 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,"Look Padre Dott, I don't appreciate you coming to my habitation and doing what you did to my daughter !"

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

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

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

No one in the world was more relieved than Father Simon Dott in that consequence as he exhaled fear-ladened breath in a single suspiration of relief.

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

"Well, who's in control here ? Who 's the adult ? Don't take no for an response or I'll have to find someone else."

Could Pristine Valley get any freakier ? Fontane's doctrine ratified blowjobs as a table service to"needy"SOB. His own grandniece was actually a cocksucking boy and he had arranged for Dott to fuck her mouth. Her female parent knew about it and had left for the grange where she gave infinite blowjobs. And now, she had just commanded him to put his putz down her"daughter's"pharynx !

Not that he would object in any way. Despite being a boy, Dana made for one hot girlfriend, one that made men do double-takes and go along them from ever guessing that the causa of their hardons was a cocksucking boy ! Dana, with the to the full and midst blond hair's-breadth and blue eyes. Dana, dressed in a ping tank top and ecru shorts. Dana, smooth all over and that mouth -- -

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

"You ... You can bid me Simon if you want."

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

And with that, Father Dott lost his first chance to be the responsible grownup who controlled things.

She went slowly to her knee. `` But, I 'll fellate so you do n't need girls. ``

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

"I will if you let me suck."

His zipper was down and her mouth was already beginning to gobble up his unvoiced lance. Her gentle, creamy mouth made him lose his will to defy. His knees felt infirm and his eyes closed as he felt the sweet, rolling sensations of her mystical mouth.

Ah ... yes ... suck, his brain repeated. suck my prick you sweet little"girl ”.

Just outside, the choir conductor was leading a group of prospective students and their folk on a tour of the facility. He described Dott as the"honorable and humble and giving new non-Christian priest of the Valley."As the group moved on its way, none were aware that behind the bulwark that separated them, the ethical and baseborn non-Christian priest was giving his dick to a blonde schoolgirl who was actually a boy.

Dott pushed Danu away and said he couldn't take any More of her sucking without cumming and they needed to get on to"rich things ”.

"Listen Danu, I have to,"he said."I have social club from my boss and your mother."

The daughter shrugged."Okay. It's just ... I don't know if I can and I don't know if I want to get out if I can't."

"Of course of instruction you can. We'll go slow down. It's not the first-class honours degree time I've done it with a virgin."

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

"No. I mean, your pharynx is pure. We'll go loose. Just spread your sassing and I'll do the rest."

The female child slumped.

'' feel Dana, I have a job to do. I 'm going to fuck you in the lip or you might as well allow. ``

She brought herself upright on her stifle and opened her backtalk. Just the mess of that mouth ... so open ... so ready ... so wet and pinkish ... made him afraid to even touch his stopcock. But, he had a job to do so he took subject in-hand and brought the tip of his hard-on to her lips. Her warm breather almost made him pick. He eased it slowly into her and her mouth swarmed over it.

He put his mitt on her head and said,"Just relax, Dana. Relax."He eased in a piddling more and then ... he felt her tight, virginal, entranceway and he was reminded that the way to heaven was narrow-minded and only a few would discover it. Whether he was a priest doing a avail or a lust-crazed animal with needs was beginning to not matter ! He had to fuck this"miss"and nothing was going to stop him !

She gagged slightly and put her ribbon against his second joint as if to protest. He reminded her to unstrain and"Just let it materialize, Dana. Let it happen."

He was desperate to bury his bone in her ; bury his ivory deep into her and make love her and pump millions of his fertile spermatozoa right down her cocksucking throat !

He felt her gateway yield and his cockhead snug in the tightness of her inexperienced person and untouched ring of chastity. 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 head got past times that ring of resistance, the rest was certain !

"O ... O.K. Dana,"he said with a shakiness voice."clasp still."

He gripped her head tighter and slowly, very slowly, Father Simon the Canaanite Dott pushed his erect penis all the way into the girl's throat. He felt her nose against his pubes and his balls against her mentum.

He began fucking her. cryptical and dumb. Asking if she was okay. Fucking her with long strokes. Controlling himself. Getting her well-off. Getting her ready for the real piece of tail that was to come.

quintuplet minutes, then ten, then fifteen passed before he said,"Okay Dana, I have to do it. I have to do it you. You're make and those are my orders."

She girl seemed changeable but tried to nod despite having a rock-hard dick down her throat and two hands gripping her head.

"goodness daughter. You'll be fine. Are you ready ?"

Again, the volume of blond whisker moved as if to nod.

He began in shine shot, pulling back until he almost slipped from her pharynx and back in until her face was flush with his abdomen. Again and again. arcminute after minute after min. A little Thomas More push. Nearly half-speed. She didn't squirm or try to pull away.

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

magnanimousness left begetter Simon Dott. He no longer give care if he was doing his obligation or doing her a service or what anyone would suppose of him. The time had come to jazz the girl of his lust-filled dreams and pump his seeded player into her and still himself mysterious in that gorgeous, cocksucking oral cavity and nothing was going to stop him !

It was no farsighted about her. It was about him. His pauperism. His lust. His clump boiling and needing release.

He had a asshole on her human knee and he was going to afford her what she came for ; what his boss demanded ; what her mother insisted !

If she wanted to be more of a"substantial"girl then she had to get fucked by a substantial man ! Any issue of their perverse mating was all on her ! She knew before she came there that he was going to hump her in the mouth ! If she didn't want it, then she should have stayed home. And, she certainly shouldn't have dropped to her knees in social movement of a priest who"can't have girls"and tease him with her flirty blue sky centre and wide-open mouth.

He was panting and gasping and pummeling her and all he could think about was how a good deal he wanted to cum in her ; oceanic abyss in her ! And as the moments past and his lust built and he felt himself approaching coming, he pulled her point to him until her fount was smashed against his body. His rosehip thrust hard as he buried his osseous tissue deep down her throat and his balls quaked and begetter Simon Dott began inseminating the throat of the blond girl who was actually a cocksucking boy.

His trunk yanked back slightly then jammed his hard rod back into her flaccid profoundness as he blasted her entrails again. Two, three, four More clock time, he rammed into her as trench as he could go and each time, he pumped a heavy dose of come into her. Two to a greater extent times he did the Same and on the third, he rammed it down her throat as deep as it would go and he let out a primordial growling and one stopping point Elvis of full-bodied, thickset, fertile sperm.

He exhaled like an burst and realized it had been some time since he had taken a breathing space. She hadn't moved during the entire insemination cognitive process and he wondered if she had stopped breathing as well. But, he would NOT pull out of her until his cock stopped twitching and jerking and post-copulation peace of mind returned.

When it finally did, he released her read/write head and the girl slowly slumped to the base like a rag dolly. Her hair was mussed and her centre dazed. Her lip were bouffant and her cheek reddened. But, her body writhed in a slow-motion manner so at least he knew he hadn't killed her..

His pecker dripped semen. Proof of a job well done. It was in her. Jizz. His jizz ! His sperm furious looking for ovaries and only finding tonsils.

Wouldn't Father Fontane and Hayden be felicitous ? He had fucked her like they told him to and done it so well that he had fucked the girl into a writhing and sticky daze.

He helped her recover and clean up. He asked if she was hunky-dory and she nodded but didn't speak. Hayden arrived and was pleased with his report and unconcerned that her girl's center looked remote.

When they were gone, Dott met with Fontane, gave a full phase of the moon story, and was patted on the back for a job well done.

But, that didn't alteration how Church Father Simon Dott's insides were in turmoil.

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

"Why would you feel guilty ?"the chief non-Christian priest asked.

"Because ... Because it was lecherousness. 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 think about how much I wanted to get my nuts off down her throat."

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

"So, you've had those thoughts ?"

"Hell yes. Every prison term. I get a mouthpiece working on my prick and what else am I suppose to suppose about ? And, we owe it to them. They don't come to us just to absorb. The job ain't complete til we feed ‘ em semen and whatever you hafta do to fall in 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 throat. It was hunger. virginal lust."

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