Part 3 - twenty dollar bill mi

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It was Sunday morn and founder Everett Fontane had delivered a message about purity and the hell of the flesh and reminded his follower how hard he had worked to rid Pristine vale of the conspicuous sex trades and drive them to the severe city.

Seated behind the chief priest was founder Simon Zelotes Dott who had been re-frocked and ordained as priest in the vale just a few week before. He watched the faithful gush over the hero that Fontane had become, yet wondered what uninformed parishioners would believe if they knew that the good Father was regularly getting black eye jobs in his office. Certainly some knew because Fontane had said that"anyone who should cognize, knows. We just don't go out broadcasting it ”.

In the first, Dott had nobly tried to poke holes in Fontane's improper philosophical system, but the older priest had an answer for everything, including how it all fit neatly into gaps that existed in the vows of celibacy. His explanation were so concise and the temptation so enticing that Dott had not only lost the statement, but also his will to resist.

Dott had never made an offspring of Fontane's adventure because, since signing on as a counselling priest, he was getting batch of blow task himself.

When Fontane was through speaking, Dott followed him outside to greet smiling parishioners who dressed in their William Ashley Sunday best and seemed so wholesome. One could only enquire what perversions lurked in the darkness of their place, iniquities the master non-Christian priest wouldn't challenge as long as they remained hidden.

Fontane hugged child, shook hands, embraced mothers, and seemed to know everyone by name. Dott greeted the few that he had met in his short stay in the Valley and his heart soared when the parents of two of his cocksuckers approached. They knew their sons were regularly blowing him yet they acted as if zilch was unusual.

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

A woman with waves of bouncy blond hair and a albumen summer wearing apparel, and a immature girl who looked alike, approached Fontane. The woman wrapped her coat of arms around the older priest and gave him a full, frontal hug. When she stepped away, the younger little girl hugged him the same.

While they talked, the younger girl stood before Fontane and he ran his manus over her shoulder and leaned forward to kiss the girl's head.

How Biden-esque, Dott chuckled.

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

The charwoman extended her hand with a smile.

Despite the cocksuckers in his new animation, Dott still had an eye for reasonably girls and both of them were lulu. He just hoped his rising appreciation wasn't obvious.

The cleaning 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 driving and I've been form of tied up what with all the guidance and getting Father Dott started."

"Well, that's no apology !"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. Of course."

"good ! Come by at 4pm so we can enamour up on lost fourth dimension,"she said before they departed.

When the last 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 clock time, 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 ? hell on earth St. Simon, I told you I never broke a ace component part of the vow of chastity. 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 study you aren't."

Still, as mid-morning became tardy good afternoon, Simon Zelotes Dott struggled to get those thought process out of his header and he had to because it wasn't fair to deliver such suspicions when he knew that Fontane had said he disapproved of incest.

Dott needed a distraction but Billy Sunday didn't commonly have designation and he wasn't the kind of man who would plunk up a phone and predict one of his counsel families and ask them to bring their boy to breastfeed 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 headlamp flashed across his shaded window and he heard the familiar tweet of Fontane's remote car ringlet. 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 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 brain."No motive to be apologizin'Dott. Been a neat day so no indigence to be stirrin'up settled water."

"okeh. fountainhead, 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 Daniel and mouth for awhile."

He poured each of them a small spyglass of pot likker, kicked off his shoes, and put his invertebrate foot on a low table. They talked for some meter before Dott asked the sometime 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 caput nodded."Yes Simon Zelotes, I do mean 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 problem with it. You said yourself that our vows specifically say we're not to have any form of informal liaison with females yet you let your grand niece absorb your pecker ! There's no way you can justify that !"

"Ha-ha. wellspring, I sure ain't surprised to try the misanthropical Father-God Dott say that."

"Cynical ? ! ? Father Fontane, you said you never broke a single part of the vow of celibacy, yet now I find out you've been sticking your tool in the back talk of a girl !"

"Oh Simon the Zealot, you are quite a worrier aren't you ? Yes, I've been gettin'my shaft 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, St. Simon,"the man said, seeming to relish his relate's agony,"is that pretty daughter ain't my grand niece."

"You said she was."

"Her name ain't Danu either."

"What are you talking about ?"

After a draft of alcoholic drink, Fontane said,"Because Simon, her name is Daniel."

"Daniel ?"

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

Dott's head clanged with a hundred questions 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 founder Simon Dott mostly could not believe was how he had gotten an instant erection at the first spate of what he thought was a 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 unbalanced !"

"Naw, ain't weirdo. 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, St. Simon, Simon, we've talked about this. commemorate ? If it ain't sex, it ain't sin and bj's ain't sex. So no, I didn't have sex with a relative. Happy now ?"

There just was no arguing with the man. He was either the most clever and opportunist Dott had ever met, or the most delusional. While his upper head couldn't decide between the two, his lower berth head was nodding. Imagine having that cunning font 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 reason I don't go out there to a greater extent. Been meaning to spill to you about it."

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

Fontane poured Sir Thomas More strong drink and brushed his hired man through his cotton candy-like hair's-breadth."She wants to be more of a girl and ‘ cuz of that, she wants to consume shaft deep as girls do. That ain't my thing. But you ... you love them deepthroat type. So I been thinkin'of telling Hayden that her daughter needs someone else, person like you. Bet you'd passion to gravel your peter 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 old 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 holler Hayden and severalize her you'll be there at 10am. Trust me boy, you're gon na need all the staying power you can get."

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

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

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

"fountainhead begetter 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 couch while she sat opposite in an refined colonial chair.

"You DO know, why you are you here, don't you ?"

"Father Fontane explained things."

"Then, order me. order 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 push back twenty knot because someone told you that my daughter would wet-nurse your dick."

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

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

"OK, yes. I drove twenty nautical mile to ... because Father Fontane said your girl would ... would go down on my cock."

Hayden smiled and her head shook."You DO realize how crummy 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 honest care of my daughter, if you know what I mean. Do your ‘ counseling in her room and Dana, don't answer the doorway until I get back. Who knows what variety of degenerates are lurking out there ?"

'' Y ... You're leaving ?"Dott asked.

"Yes. I'm nearly late for a merging at the grange."

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

He heard a schoolgirlish voice say,"Come on !"as Dana took him by the hand and led him to a bedroom that was mostly ping and lacing and engorge animals. The"girl"was on her knees in s and cooing,"Oooo, I think I'm gon na like you !"Her hand grazed the front man of his black trouser, then squeezed his already-hard shaft.

She fumbled with his zipper and worked it surface while he looked down at her fairly boldness and the rapids amid rivers of thick, blonde tomentum. 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 red-hot backtalk was right there -- -right in movement of him ! -- -and there was no way he would forget that theatre until he guided his pleasure-seeking projectile right into those juicy rim !

"Ooooo, I like,"the girl swooned. Her eyes never left his shaft while her digit 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 knee joint nearly gave way. She pushed again and began moving slowly forward and back and forward and back. Her lip was so soft and Father Marvin Neil Simon Dott could not conceive he was watching a pretty"daughter"down on her knees and sucking the stiffest hard-on he could remember.

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

If her fingers had felt purely sorcerous then her mouth felt purely mysterious. His cock jerked from her slow, diffuse, passionate suction with a backtalk that was altogether snugged to his shaft.

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

The girl hummed and her head word moved slightly up and down.

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

It was so sordid ; so wickedly demented. In a rural part of the faultless Pristine Valley, a youth missy was in her sleeping room, on her knees, purring with passion, and performing oral sex on a priest.

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

She was better than all of those women 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 haste of orgasm and quickly pulled her promontory back.

"Danu ... I ..."He needed a few indorsement to gather himself."Everett said you want to be more of a girl. To ... To learn to take 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 forefather Dott. I want you to sit in my comfy chair and let me suck until you cum in my mouthpiece, like I do my great uncle."

The 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 cock, then it will wish me. And, if you do it in my pharynx I won't get to get down 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 follow back !"

She nudged him toward the chair and he was helpless to her tactile sensation. His legs felt faint and he nearly fell. She was between his branch in an instant and her sassing was around his prick again and his drumhead lay back against the death chair and Dana's moist and mystical mouthpiece began caressing his wanton and needy hard-on.

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

Her head bobbed in longsighted, even strokes. He didn't know for how farsighted, but in time, she shortened the strokes and quickened her footstep and she hummed more.

Dott's cock demanded he put his hands on her head and energy and puff and thrust his hips in short-stroked unison. His external respiration was coming in gasps and his torso 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 musket ball felt like clamp and his hips drive and he held her caput and his eubstance immobilize and…

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

He shot quite a little after mountain of spunk into her with such force that he knew he was decorating her tonsils. His stallion trunk was shaking and his hands were gripping her brain as he emptied his desperate testicle right in the mouth of the girl-who-was-a-boy.

All too soon, it was over.

As the storm passed and lull began to make up in, his shaking body ebbed to trembling and his cock dwindled to half-hardness.

She slowly lifted her human face to look at him. Her eyes were stupid and her thickly hair's-breadth mussed. She opened her mouth to show the thick alluviation of jizz that she had received. She ran her glossa through it and, with angelical oculus of a devil, her lips sealed, her throat bulged, and her mouth reopened to show up that she had swallowed it all.

Several minute later, Padre Dott stood with her on her battlefront porch as they said good-bye.

A occlusion 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 kiss the girl of his dreams.

Yet, when he was within eye-shot, he stopped because he saw Dana standing at her front doorway talking to a priest. The boy could have slapped himself silly ! What was he thinking ? How could he make bold have such indecent thoughts about a girl so utter and a kinsperson so wholesome that priests regularly visited ? ! ?

He turned and walked away.

Sometimes, bad timing is a just thing.

Had the boy arrived minutes earlier, Dana would not have answered the doorway. If the boy had looked for her through her sleeping accommodation window, he would take seen the girl of his dreams eagerly performing oral sex on the erecting of a man who had driven twenty dollar bill miles to put his penis in her mouth.

Or, had the boy arrived a minute of arc later, the priest would deliver been gone and the boy would have knocked on Dana's door. If she had answered, she would finally have got granted his amorous petition and he would get French kissed her. When the fourth dimension came for him to leave, Dana would say good-bye with a giggle because she knew something that no other person on the planet would ever know :

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 ]