Part 4 - Dana

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It would be easy to explain why Father Everett Fontane was not going to pick up a voiced knock that was soon to come in to his authority room access. It would be heavily to explain why the chief priest of Pristine valley would be seen laying with a blond boy on his office sofa.

While there would seldom be a respectable day for such a discovery, this day could not have been worse for Father Simon Dott because he was just returning from a mythologic aurora, 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 Hale at the front bureau. She handed him several messages and said,"Father Fontane said he wants to see you as soon as you got back."

"Figured he would. Is he busy now ?"

"He had a rede designation but that was an hour-and-a-half ago. I would pink first base though."

And so, Father Paul Simon Dott began a black trek toward a delicate knock, a quietly opened room access, and a brazen conniption that would alter his day and send him away in shock.

It was outrageous ! A sixty-something non-Christian priest wrapped around an obscure boy ! It was ... dark ! Iniquity beyond iniquity ! Even father Fontane's cleverly crafted doctrine had no tolerance for sodomy yet there he was, the good Father-God, humping away !

Even 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 vale, but if he didn't, could he last with himself ?

His torment was eventually interrupted by the intercom on his desk.

"Dott. You there ?"

He cleared his thoughts enough to answer,"Y ... Yes, Father Fontane."

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

Dott washed his face, mustered his braveness, and made his way to the old man's role, still uncertain of what he would do.

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

"How was your morning time ?"the sure-enough priest asked with a salacious smile.

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

"Saw me ? Saw me what ?"

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

Fontane stared before his simple response,"So ?"

"You were ..."

"I was what, Herbert A. Simon ?"

wellspring, if the old man was going to brazenly push the emergence, then so would Dott !

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

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

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

"Sodomy ?"Fontane laughed."Wasn't no sodomy."

"Everett, you were spooning him and fucking him from rear end. What else would you call it ?"

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

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

"Yup. Creamed all over them subdued thighs. Ahhhh, so adept ! Like fuckin'a charwoman. But, my dear Simon, it wasn't sex. And, it wasn't buggery. And, it wasn't with no female. So, it all paroxysm right in nice and straight, pretty much like them blowjobs you like."

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

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

"Like what ?"

"liaison. We're not to make intimacy with anyone."

Father-God Fontane put his forearms on his desk to lean toward his associate degree."flavor Dott, you really don't want to go making a big malodour about affair do you ? Wouldn't it better for you to…you know ... settle down and you and me come to an reason ?"

Dott heard threat in Fontane's password and felt both his resolve and phonation soften.

"Okay Everett. Okay. But, can we at to the lowest degree talk about the matter of familiarity ? I mean, after what I saw, I think you can see why I need to ask."

"That's better Herb Simon. reason it ain't ‘ intimacy'is because I looked it retentive clip ago. Memorized it. Intimacy is rich affectionateness like with kissing, caressing, Romance language, or sexual coition. I don't osculate son so therefore, I don't mash them either. Never penetrated him so wasn't coition. Hugging don't counting ‘ cuz we're priests. We hug everyone. And if it did reckoning, you'd be as hangdog as me."

"What ?"

"You hold cocksuckers'capitulum, don't ya ? Well, I was holding him, not hugging him. So no, wasn't an ounce of intimacy. And retrieve, it's our job to aid them boy so they don't go off gettin'defiled by them pervert in the city."He poured two glasses of whisky."Here. Let's toast our new understanding."

Dott downed a mouthful of booze and hoped it would somehow help him to screen out through all that he had heard. Since he couldn't, it was best to just let things ride, at least for the time being.

Besides, what right did he feature to judge ? to begin with that morning, he was the one who was pervey enough to get sucked off by a blonde girl who he knew was actually a boy. And wasn't he the one who had admitted to the"girl's"mother that he had driven twenty knot to put his penis in her daughter's mouth ? 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 just clip 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 dick down her throat ?"

"She ... She wouldn't do it. She said ‘ adjacent 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 better get that done tomorrow. But, at least tell me you came in her mouth."

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

"Of course 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 working girl ! She knows better, but she spends a lot of clock time on her human knee, heh-heh. Like female parent, like daughter."

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When Hayden arrived with Dana the next day, she pulled Dott aside and said,"Look Father Dott, I don't appreciate you coming to my home base 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 miles for her to suck my cock."

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

No one in the world was more ease than Father Simon Dott in that moment as he exhaled fear-ladened breath in a 1 sigh of relief.

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

"well, who's in ascendence here ? Who 's the adult ? Don't take no for an reply or I'll have to find individual else."

Could Pristine Valley get any freakier ? Fontane's philosophical system ratified blowjobs as a religious service to"indigent"cocksuckers. His own grandniece was actually a cocksucking boy and he had arranged for Dott to bang her mouth. Her mother knew about it and had left for the grange where she gave multitudinous blowjob. And now, she had just commanded him to put his dick down her"daughter's"throat !

Not that he would object in any way. Despite being a boy, Dana made for one hot girl, one that made men do double-takes and kept them from ever guessing that the cause of their hardons was a cocksucking boy ! Dana, with the replete and blockheaded blond hair and blue eyes. Danu, dressed in a tap tank top and beige shorts. Dana, smooth all over and that mouth -- -

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

"You ... You can promise me Simon the Canaanite if you want."

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

And with that, Father Dott lost his inaugural probability to be the creditworthy adult who controlled things.

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

Dott thought his tool would irrupt."But, you know we have to do more. You have to adopt it deep."

"I will if you let me suck."

His zipper was down and her mouth was already beginning to gobble up his hard calamus. Her diffuse, creamy sass made him lose his will to balk. His stifle felt sapless and his eyes closed as he felt the sweet, rolling sensations of her mystical mouth.

Ah ... yes ... suction, his brain repeated. sucking my rooster you sweet minuscule"girl ”.

Just outside, the consort director was leading a group of prospective students and their mob on a turn of the facility. He described Dott as the"good and humiliate and giving new non-Christian priest of the Valley."As the radical moved on its way, none were cognizant that behind the wall that separated them, the honorable and humble priest was giving his pecker to a blond schoolgirl who was actually a boy.

Dott pushed Dana away and said he couldn't take any to a greater extent of her sucking without cumming and they needed to get on to"deeper things ”.

"Listen Dana, I have to,"he said."I have purchase order from my gaffer and your mother."

The female child shrugged."Okay. It's just ... I don't know if I can and I don't know if I want to find out if I can't."

"Of path you can. We'll go slowly. It's not the first time I've done it with a virgin."

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

"No. I mean, your throat is virgin. We'll go easy. Just open your mouth and I'll do the rest."

The girl slumped.

'' Look Dana, I have a job to do. I 'm going to sleep with you in the mouth or you might as well get out. ``

She brought herself upright on her knees and opened her oral cavity. Just the mint of that mouth ... so open ... so ready ... so wet and pinkish ... made him afraid to even touch his cock. But, he had a job to do so he took affair in-hand and brought the tip of his erection to her brim. Her warm up intimation almost made him ointment. He eased it slowly into her and her back talk swarmed over it.

He put his hands on her head and said,"Just relax, Dana. Relax."He eased in a niggling more and then ... he felt her tight, virtuous, entrance and he was reminded that the way to heaven was pin down and only a few would find it. Whether he was a priest doing a service or a lust-crazed creature with need was beginning to not count ! He had to fuck this"lady friend"and nothing was going to stop him !

She gagged slightly and put her thenar against his thighs as if to hold out. He reminded her to relax and"Just let it occur, Dana. Let it happen."

He was dire to bury his osseous tissue in her ; forget his off-white deep into her and fuck her and pump millions of his fertile sperm right down her cocksucking throat !

He felt her gateway output and his cockhead snug in the parsimoniousness of her innocent and untasted ringing of virtue. He was nearly gasping from pleasure. He eased forward more and ... yes ! ... the school principal of his"blade"was sheathed beyond that band. He was in ! Not all of the way yet, but once that mushroom chief got past that annulus of immunity, the residue was sealed !

"O ... Okay Dana,"he said with a trembling vocalization."cargo area still."

He gripped her head tighter and slowly, very slowly, Father Simon Dott pushed his erect phallus all the way into the girl's throat. He felt her olfactory organ against his pubes and his lump against her mentum.

He began fucking her. mysterious and slow. Asking if she was okay. Fucking her with hanker strokes. Controlling himself. Getting her comfortable. Getting her ready for the existent shag that was to stick to.

Little Phoebe instant, then ten, then fifteen passed before he said,"Okay Danu, I have to do it. I have to love you. You're gear up and those are my orders."

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

"goodness lady friend. You'll be fine. Are you fix ?"

Again, the mass of blond hair moved as if to nod.

He began in suave stroke, pulling back until he almost slipped from her throat and back in until her brass was flush with his abdomen. Again and again. second after minute after minute. A little more energy. Nearly half-speed. She didn't squirm or try to pull away.

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

aristocracy left Father Simon Dott. He no longer give care if he was doing his tariff or doing her a service or what anyone would think of him. The time had come to have intercourse the girl of his lust-filled dream and pump his germ into her and relieve himself trench in that gorgeous, cocksucking mouth and nix was going to stop him !

It was no retentive about her. It was about him. His pauperization. His lust. His lump boiling and needing release.

He had a cocksucker on her knees and he was going to give her what she came for ; what his boss demanded ; what her mother insisted !

If she wanted to be more of a"rattling"girl then she had to get fucked by a real man ! Any outcome of their perverse sexual union was all on her ! She knew before she came there that he was going to know her in the rima oris ! If she didn't want it, then she should have stayed home. And, she certainly shouldn't have dropped to her knees in front of a priest who"can't have girls"and tease him with her flirty aristocratic eyes and wide-open mouth.

He was panting and gasping and pummeling her and all he could cogitate about was how much he wanted to cum in her ; deep in her ! And as the mo past and his lust built and he felt himself approaching climax, he pulled her head to him until her look was smashed against his torso. His pelvic girdle thrust hard as he buried his bone deep down her throat and his Ball quaked and Father Herbert Alexander Simon Dott began inseminating the pharynx of the blond missy who was actually a cocksucking boy.

His body yanked back slightly then jammed his firmly rod back into her soft depths as he blasted her innards again. Two, three, four more meter, he rammed into her as deep as he could go and each clock time, he pumped a weighty dose of ejaculate into her. Two more 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 primal growl and one in conclusion acid of plentiful, thick, fat sperm.

He exhaled like an explosion and realized it had been some prison term since he had taken a breath. She hadn't moved during the entire insemination operation and he wondered if she had stopped breathing as well. But, he would NOT perpetrate out of her until his cock stopped twitching and jerking and post-copulation peace returned.

When it finally did, he released her head and the girl slowly slumped to the level like a rag doll. Her haircloth was mussed and her middle dazed. Her back talk were puffy and her aspect reddened. But, her body writhed in a slow-motion personal 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 tempestuous looking for ovaries and only finding tonsils.

Wouldn't Father Fontane and Hayden be happy ? 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 pick up. He asked if she was okay and she nodded but didn't speak. Hayden arrived and was pleased with his report and unconcerned that her daughter's center looked distant.

When they were gone, Dott met with Fontane, gave a full report, and was patted on the dorsum for a job well done.

But, that didn't variety how beginner Herbert A. Simon Dott's interior were in turmoil.

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

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

"Because ... Because it was lust. 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 guess about how a great deal I wanted to get my ballock off down her throat."

Fontane laughed."well boy, receive to humanity. 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 on earth yes. Every time. I get a oral cavity working on my dick and what else am I suppose to recall about ? And, we owe it to them. They don't come to us just to suck. The job ain't complete til we feed ‘ em seminal fluid and whatever you hafta do to give 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 pharynx. It was lust. arrant lust."

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