Part 4 - Danu

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It would be easy to excuse why Father Everett Fontane was not going to take heed a soft knock that was soon to hail to his office threshold. It would be toilsome to explain why the head priest of Pristine vale would be seen laying with a blond boy on his office sofa.

While there would seldom be a good day for such a discovery, this day could not have been risky for Father Herb Simon Dott because he was just returning from a fabulous morning, 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 office. She handed him several substance and said,"Father Fontane said he wants to see you as soon as you got back."

"Figured he would. Is he officious now ?"

"He had a counseling appointment but that was an hour-and-a-half ago. I would rap first though."

And so, don Simon the Canaanite Dott began a disastrous trek toward a soft knock, a quietly opened door, and a brazen conniption that would alter his day and send him away in jolt.

It was outrageous ! A sixty-something non-Christian priest wrapped around an alien boy ! It was ... injustice ! iniquity beyond wickedness ! Even Father Fontane's cleverly crafted school of thought had no tolerance for anal intercourse yet there he was, the serious founder, humping away !

even so, Dott also understood the quandary 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 know with himself ?

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

"Dott. You there ?"

He cleared his intellection enough to reply,"Y ... Yes, Father Fontane."

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

Dott washed his human face, mustered his courage, and made his way to the old man's federal agency, 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 morning ?"the older non-Christian 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 agency door and I saw you ... with some boy."

Fontane stared before his simple response,"So ?"

"You were ..."

"I was what, Herbert A. Simon ?"

fountainhead, if the old man was going to brazenly agitate the issue, then so would Dott !

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

"Oh that ? Don't worry 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 nates. What else would you call it ?"

"Yeah, I was spooning him and I was fucking him from nates, 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 on earth, it was his thought. Backs himself into me, spoons us up, then I fuck him between his thighs."

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

"Yup. Creamed all over them mild second joint. Ahhhh, so good ! Like fuckin'a woman. But, my lamb Herbert Alexander 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 neat, pretty much like them blowjobs you like."

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

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

"Like what ?"

"amour. We're not to have liaison with anyone."

forefather Fontane put his forearms on his desk to lean toward his associate."Look Dott, you really don't want to go making a big stink about matter do you ? Wouldn't it better for you to…you know ... sink down and you and me come to an understanding ?"

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

"okey Everett. Okay. But, can we at least talk about the matter of intimacy ? I mean, after what I saw, I think you can realize why I need to ask."

"That's better Simon. rationality it ain't ‘ intimacy'is because I looked it long time ago. Memorized it. familiarity is cryptic affectionateness like with cuddling, hugging, romanticism, or sexual relation. I don't kiss boys so therefore, I don't romance them either. Never penetrated him so wasn't intercourse. Hugging don't reckoning ‘ cuz we're priests. We hug everyone. And if it did count, you'd be as guilty as me."

"What ?"

"You hold prick'heads, don't ya ? Well, I was holding him, not hugging him. So no, wasn't an oz. of affaire. And recollect, it's our job to help them male child so they don't go off gettin'defiled by them perverts in the city."He poured two glasses 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 things ride, at to the lowest degree for the time being.

Besides, what right did he deliver to adjudicate ? Earlier that morning time, 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 dollar bill statute mile to put his penis in her daughter's mouth ? And, wasn't he the one who tried to put his hawkshaw down the lady friend's pharynx against her will ?

"You're right again, Everett,"he relented."You've always thought these thing out and I should just trust you."

"Good. Now, let's lecture about something else. You have a good metre with my grandniece ?"

"Still can't consider 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 ‘ next prison term'so she's coming here tomorrow."

"I told you your job was to get it all the way in her so she can finger 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 orgasm."But I mean, I did it to serve her, not me."

"Of class 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 prison term on her knees, heh-heh. Like mother, like daughter."

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When Hayden arrived with Dana the next day, she pulled Dott aside and said,"Look Father of the Church Dott, I don't appreciate you coming to my rest home and doing what you did to my girl !"

Panic 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 20 geographical mile for her to suckle my cock."

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

No one in the world was more unbosom than forefather Simon Dott in that minute as he exhaled fear-ladened hint in a single suspiration of relief.

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

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

Could Pristine Valley get any freakier ? Fontane's philosophy ratified cock sucking as a avail to"needy"son of a bitch. His own grandniece was actually a cocksucking boy and he had arranged for Dott to get it on her mouth. Her female parent knew about it and had left for the grange where she gave unnumerable blowjob. And now, she had just commanded him to put his gumshoe down her"girl'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 restrain them from ever guessing that the reason of their hardons was a cocksucking boy ! Dana, with the broad and thick blond whisker and spicy heart. Dana, dressed in a tap tank top and beige short pants. Danu, smooth all over and that mouth -- -

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

"You ... You can call me Neil Simon if you want."

"Nooooo. I like calling you Father-God Dott."Her finger's breadth 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 outset hazard to be the creditworthy grownup 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 break loose."But, you know we have to do Thomas More. You have to make it deep."

"I will if you let me suck."

His zipper was down and her mouth was already beginning to gobble up his tough shaft. Her soft, creamy lip made him fall behind his will to stand firm. His genu felt weak and his eyes closed as he felt the Sweet, rolling sensations of her mystical mouth.

Ah ... yes ... suck, his brain repeated. sucking my stopcock you sweet little"missy ”.

Just outside, the choir director was leading a group of prospective students and their phratry on a tour of the facility. He described Dott as the"honorable and lowly and giving new non-Christian priest of the Valley."As the radical moved on its way, none were cognisant that behind the wall that separated them, the estimable and humble priest was giving his cock to a blond schoolgirl who was actually a boy.

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

"Listen Dana, I have to,"he said."I have society from my boss and your mother."

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

"Of track you can. We'll go slow. It's not the low time I've done it with a virgin."

"Ha, I'm not no Virgin. I sucked great deal of times."

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

The missy slumped.

'' smell Dana, I have a job to do. I 'm going to have a go at it you in the mouth or you might as well leave. ``

She brought herself upright piano on her knee and opened her mouth. Just the sight of that mouth ... so heart-to-heart ... so ready ... so wet and pinkish ... made him afraid to even touch his dick. But, he had a job to do so he took subject in-hand and brought the tip of his erection to her back talk. Her quick breath almost made him cream. He eased it slowly into her and her sassing swarmed over it.

He put his hands on her caput and said,"Just relax, Danu. Relax."He eased in a little Sir Thomas More and then ... he felt her tight, virginal, entrance and he was reminded that the way to heaven was contract and only a few would receive it. Whether he was a priest doing a service or a lust-crazed animal with needs was beginning to not matter ! He had to bonk this"fille"and nada was going to block up him !

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

He was despairing to eat up his bone in her ; bury his bone deep into her and fuck her and pump jillion of his fertile sperm right down her cocksucking throat !

He felt her gateway output and his cockhead snuggery in the closeness of her innocent and untouched mob of virtue. He was nearly gasping from pleasure. He eased forward more and ... yes ! ... the top dog of his"blade"was sheathed beyond that doughnut. He was in ! Not all of the way yet, but once that mushroom cloud head got past that ring of electric resistance, the relaxation was sealed !

"O ... Okay Dana,"he said with a trembling voice."grasp still."

He gripped her head tighter and slowly, very slowly, don Simon Dott pushed his erect penis all the way into the little girl's throat. He felt her nose against his loins and his balls against her Kuki.

He began fucking her. Deep and slow. Asking if she was okay. Fucking her with long chance event. Controlling himself. Getting her comfortable. Getting her ready for the real fucking that was to follow.

five-spot minutes, then ten, then fifteen passed before he said,"okeh Dana, I have to do it. I have to jazz you. You're ready and those are my orders."

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

"commodity girl. You'll be delicately. Are you ready ?"

Again, the pot of blond hair's-breadth moved as if to nod.

He began in smooth strokes, pulling back until he almost slipped from her throat and back in until her face was outpouring with his venter. Again and again. Minute after minute after minute. A little Thomas More energy. Nearly half-speed. She didn't squirm or try to pull away.

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

Nobility left Father Simon the Zealot Dott. He no longer cared if he was doing his obligation or doing her a service or what anyone would think of him. The time had come to sleep with the girl of his lust-filled dreams and pump his seminal fluid into her and lighten himself deep in that gorgeous, cocksucking oral cavity and nothing was going to stop him !

It was no recollective about her. It was about him. His motive. His lust. His clump boiling and needing tone ending.

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

If she wanted to be to a greater extent of a"real number"girl then she had to get fucked by a real man ! Any result of their perverse union was all on her ! She knew before she came there that he was going to bang 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 knee joint in battlefront of a priest who"can't have girls"and tease him with her flirty blue eyes and lawless mouth.

He was panting and gasping and pummeling her and all he could think about was how often he wanted to cum in her ; trench in her ! And as the minute past and his lust built and he felt himself approaching climax, he pulled her mind to him until her face was smashed against his organic structure. His articulatio coxae thrust hard as he buried his pearl deep down her throat and his balls quaked and beginner Herb Simon Dott began inseminating the throat of the blond female child who was actually a cocksucking boy.

His eubstance yanked back slightly then jammed his hard rod back into her soft depths as he blasted her innards again. Two, three, four more times, he rammed into her as recondite as he could go and each time, he pumped a labored dose of ejaculate into her. Two more times he did the same and on the third, he rammed it down her pharynx as rich as it would go and he let out a primal growl and one death dose of rich people, thick, prolific sperm.

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

When it finally did, he released her head and the fille slowly slumped to the trading floor like a rag dolly. Her pilus was mussed and her eyes dazed. Her back talk were bouffant and her brass reddened. But, her trunk writhed in a slow-motion manner so at least he knew he hadn't killed her..

His dick 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 well-chosen ? He had fucked her like they told him to and done it so well that he had fucked the girlfriend into a writhing and sticky daze.

He helped her recover and clean up. He asked if she was okay and she nodded but didn't speak. Hayden arrived and was pleased with his report card and unconcerned that her daughter's oculus looked distant.

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

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

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

"Why would you feel hangdog ?"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 think about how often I wanted to get my freak off down her throat."

Fontane laughed."wellspring boy, welcome to human beings. 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 opinion ?"

"hell yes. Every time. I get a back talk working on my gumshoe and what else am I suppose to cogitate about ? And, we owe it to them. They don't come to us just to suck. The job ain't double-dyed til we feed ‘ em semen 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 throat. It was lust. Pure lust."

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