parting 3 - Twenty miles

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It was Sunday forenoon and begetter Everett Fontane had delivered a message about honor and the sin of the physique and reminded his following how hard he had worked to rid Pristine vale of the blazing sex deal and driven them to the wicked city.

Seated behind the principal priest was founder Simon Dott who had been re-frocked and ordained as non-Christian priest in the Valley just a few weeks before. He watched the congregation flush over the wedge that Fontane had become, yet wondered what uninformed parishioners would opine 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 know, knows. We just don't go out broadcasting it ”.

In the beginning, Dott had nobly tried to poke pickle in Fontane's unconventional philosophical system, but the older non-Christian 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 subject of Fontane's risky venture because, since signing on as a counselling priest, he was getting plentitude of reversal jobs himself.

When Fontane was through speaking, Dott followed him outside to recognize smiling parishioners who dressed in their Sun best and seemed so wholesome. One could only enquire what perversions lurked in the duskiness of their home base, iniquities the chief priest wouldn't challenge as long as they remained hidden.

Fontane hugged small fry, shook bridge player, embraced female parent, and seemed to recognize everyone by public figure. Dott greeted the few that he had met in his myopic stop in the valley 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 nothing was unusual.

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

A fair sex with wafture of bouncy blond hairsbreadth and a livid summer dress, and a vernal girl who looked similar, approached Fontane. The char wrapped her arm around the older priest and gave him a entire, frontlet hug. When she stepped away, the younger girlfriend hugged him the same.

While they talked, the younger girl stood before Fontane and he ran his men over her articulatio humeri and leaned forward to kiss the lady friend's head.

How Biden-esque, Dott chuckled.

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

The woman extended her hand with a smile.

Despite the cocksuckers in his new life sentence, Dott still had an eye for fairly fille and both of them were kayo. 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 ride and I've been sort of tied up what with all the counseling and getting male parent Dott started."

"Well, that's no excuse !"she protested with a mock-pout."I insist you come and see us. Tonight. I'll fix a with child dinner party ! Besides, you can't tell me that your date are more important than us !"

"You're right. Of course."

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

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

"Going on ?"

"fountainhead yes. When Hayden said she wanted to catch up on lost sentence, she winked."

"So ?"

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

"You don't think I'm messin'with my niece, do you ? inferno Simon, I told you I never broke a ace part 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 mind. Of course of instruction you aren't."

Still, as mid-morning became late afternoon, Paul Simon Dott struggled to get those thoughts out of his head and he had to because it wasn't fair to give such mistrust 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 variety of man who would piece up a phone and predict one of his counsel kinfolk and ask them to bring their boy to blow his dick. Instead, he went to his twenty-five percent, pulled the shades, and engaged in a wonderfully successful 60 minutes of masturbation.

It was nearly 9pm when headlights flashed across his shaded window and he heard the conversant tweet of Fontane's remote car locks. He felt guilty for his in the first place conversation with the man. He dressed quickly and went to the hall.

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 bright ; almost jolly. He smiled and shook his gray read/write head."No need to be apologizin'Dott. Been a not bad day so no need to be stirrin'up settled water."

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

"All right ? Hell yes. Fact, why don't you come on in and we'll sip some Jack Book of the Prophet Daniel and talk for awhile."

He poured each of them a small deoxyephedrine of strong drink, kicked off his shoes, and put his feet on a low table. They talked for some clip before Dott asked the older non-Christian priest how his sojourn with his syndicate had gone.

"Very well. Yes. Very well. I really should get out there more often. Danu really does involve a lot more counseling."

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

Fontane laughed and his oral sex nodded."Yes Simon, I do stand for 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 believe this. Yes, I have a trouble with it. You said yourself that our vows specifically say we're not to have any form of sexual contact with females yet you let your rarified niece suck your dick ! There's no way you can justify that !"

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

"Cynical ? ! ? sire Fontane, you said you never broke a ace part of the vow of celibacy, yet now I find out you've been sticking your pecker in the mouth of a young lady !"

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

"Suppose you enlighten me then."

Fontane pulled his animal foot from the table and leaned closer.

"What you don't know, Paul Simon,"the man said, seeming to bask his associate's agony,"is that pretty young woman ain't my rattling niece."

"You said she was."

"Her name ain't Dana either."

"What are you talking about ?"

After a draft of alcohol, 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 head clanged with a c 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 beginner Simon Dott mostly could not believe was how he had gotten an exigent erecting at the low deal of what he thought was a girl only to now larn 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 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, Simon, Neil Simon, we've talked about this. commend ? 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 apt and opportunistic Dott had ever met, or the most delusional. While his upper head couldn't decide between the two, his lower head was nodding. Imagine having that cute face and bouncy blonde 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 ground I don't go out there to a greater extent. Been meaning to babble to you about it."

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

Fontane poured to a greater extent John Barleycorn and brushed his helping hand through his cotton fiber candy-like hair."She wants to be Sir Thomas More of a girl and ‘ cuz of that, she wants to take cock deep as young woman 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, mortal like you. Bet you'd love to cleave your dick in that pretty little rima oris, 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 former thing. 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 holler Hayden and tell her you'll be there at 10am. trustingness me boy, you're gon na necessitate all the stamina you can get."

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

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

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Padre Herbert A. Simon Dott hardly noticed the twenty-mile cause to Hayden's rural home because his thoughts were so consumed with prediction. His nerves jangled as he knocked on her door and only eased slightly when she smiled and gave him a casual hug.

"Well Church Father Dott, my uncle Everett says all the right affair 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 be intimate, why you are you here, don't you ?"

"Father Fontane explained things."

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

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

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

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

"So, you just ram twenty miles because someone told you that my girl would suck your dick."

He wondered if he had fallen into some variety of police con game and would soon see manacle and cameras.

"Of grade you did. Admit it because I don't want to bring Dana out and then experience to tell her there was a mistake. I'm sure you understand. Say it !"

"O.K., yes. I drove twenty Admiralty mile to ... because Father Fontane said your daughter would ... would lactate my cock."

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

"begetter Dott, you make certainly you take expert care of my girl, if you know what I mean. Do your ‘ direction in her room and Danu, 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 confluence at the grange."

How bat-crazy were mass of the valley ? He had just admitted that he drove twenty miles to put his phallus in her daughter's mouth, yet she was leaving !

He heard a girlish representative say,"come on !"as Dana took him by the hired hand and led him to a bedchamber that was mostly pink and lace and stuffed animate being. The"girl"was on her knees in instant and cooing,"Oooo, I think I'm gon na like you !"Her hand grazed the figurehead of his black pant, then squeezed his already-hard cock.

She fumbled with his zipper and worked it spread while he looked down at her pretty face and the rapids amid rivers of thick, blond tomentum. She couldn't be a boy, could she ? But, did he really want to find out just then ? If she truly was a fille, then he would be breaking his vows. But then, if everyone was lying, it wouldn't be his fault.

Besides, that delicious mouth was right there -- -right in presence of him ! -- -and there was no way he would leave that menage until he guided his pleasure-seeking missile right into those gamey brim !

"Ooooo, I like,"the fille swooned. Her eyes never left his shaft while her finger's breadth gently stroked.

She stroked for a few minute longer before her perfect sassing 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 sass was so soft and Padre Simon the Canaanite Dott could not believe he was watching a pretty"girl"down on her knee joint and sucking the stiffest hard-on he could call back.

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

If her fingers had felt purely magical then her mouth felt purely mystic. His prick jerked from her tedious, soft, passionate sucking with a sassing that was altogether snugged to his peter.

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

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

He closed his eyes and basked in the glory of her sugariness, cocksucking mouth. He loved the feeling as it crawl forward and back and his rock-hard stopcock absorbed every sensation.

It was so sleazy ; so wickedly demented. In a rural region of the immaculate Pristine vale, a young missy was in her sleeping room, on her human knee, purring with passion, and performing oral sex on a priest.

Her female parent knew. His party boss knew. Both had given their blessing.

She was beneficial than all of those charwoman 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 coming and quickly pulled her head word back.

"Dana ... I ..."He needed a few seconds to pucker himself."Everett said you want to be more of a girl. To ... To get a line to take it deep."

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

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

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

"But ... I mean -- -"

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

The image 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 stopcock, then it will wish me. And, if you do it in my throat I won't get to bury and I want to eat up 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 arrive back !"

She nudged him toward the chairman and he was helpless to her pinch. His leg felt weak and he nearly fell. She was between his stage in an instant and her oral cavity was around his prick again and his head lay back against the electric chair and Dana's moist and mystical mouth began caressing his wanton and needy hard-on.

She looked like a girl, talked like a young lady, and acted like a young lady. She would fool anyone. He would call up her a girl if she wanted. He would send for her Danu if she insisted. He could scream her anything as long as she didn't stop suck until he got his screwball off -- -for her benefit, of course.

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

Dott's peter demanded he put his hands on her promontory and get-up-and-go and twist and thrust his hip joint in short-stroked unison. His respiration was coming in gasps and his soundbox writhed and the girl kept sucking and together they worked for what they both wanted most.

His rib cage rattled like earth tremors and his balls felt like clamps and his hips thrust and he held her head and his body froze and…

In the pinko bedroom of a rural home, a topical anesthetic priest ejaculated in a missy's mouth.

He shot batch after spate of spunk into her with such force that he knew he was decorating her tonsils. His entire dead body was shaking and his workforce were gripping her fountainhead as he emptied his desperate 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 physical structure ebbed to trembling and his shaft dwindled to half-hardness.

She slowly lifted her boldness to look at him. Her eyes were dazed and her thick hair mussed. She opened her rima oris to record the thick deposit of jizz that she had received. She ran her knife through it and, with beatific heart of a fiend, her lip sealed, her throat bulged, and her mouth reopened to record that she had swallowed it all.

Several minute later, founding father Dott stood with her on her front man porch as they said good-bye.

A block down that rural road, a neighbour 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 dream.

Yet, when he was within eye-shot, he stopped because he saw Danu standing at her breast door talking to a non-Christian priest. The boy could have slapped himself silly ! What was he thinking ? How could he dare possess such uncomely thoughts about a lady friend so pure and a kinsfolk 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 ingest answered the door. If the boy had looked for her through her bedroom window, he would have seen the young woman of his ambition eagerly performing viva voce sex on the erection of a man who had driven xx international mile to put his penis in her mouth.

Or, had the boy arrived a minute later, the non-Christian priest would suffer been gone and the boy would have knocked on Danu's door. 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 allow for, Danu would say good-bye with a giggle because she knew something that no other somebody on the planet would ever know :

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



[ part 4 follows ]