Part 4 - Danu

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It would be easy to explain why father Everett Fontane was not going to hear a soft knock that was soon to come in to his billet doorway. It would be harder to explain why the chief priest of Pristine vale would be seen laying with a blond boy on his office sofa.

While there would seldom be a salutary day for such a breakthrough, this day could not have been worse for Father Herbert Alexander Simon Dott because he was just returning from a fabulous morn, 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 figurehead office. She handed him several message and said,"Father Fontane said he wants to see you as soon as you got back."

"Figured he would. Is he busybodied now ?"

"He had a direction appointee but that was an hour-and-a-half ago. I would ping first though."

And so, Church Father Paul Simon Dott began a fateful trek toward a voiced whack, a quietly opened door, and a brazen-faced scene that would alter his day and send him away in shock.

It was unconscionable ! A sixty-something priest wrapped around an unknown boy ! It was ... iniquity ! Iniquity beyond iniquity ! Even male parent Fontane's cleverly crafted ism had no leeway for sodomy yet there he was, the just Father, 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 Valley, but if he didn't, could he hold out with himself ?

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

"Dott. You there ?"

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

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

Dott washed his boldness, mustered his courage, and made his way to the old man's office, 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 Old 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 office doorway and I saw you ... with some boy."

Fontane stared before his simple reaction,"So ?"

"You were ..."

"I was what, St. Simon ?"

Well, if the old man was going to brazenly push the issue, then so would Dott !

"I saw you. You were on the couch 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."

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

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

"Yeah, I was spooning him and I was fucking him from behind, 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 soft second joint. Ahhhh, so effective ! Like fuckin'a woman. But, my dear 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 rationalization, Dott struggled to agree.

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

"Like what ?"

"intimacy. We're not to possess familiarity with anyone."

Father Fontane put his forearms on his desk to slant toward his associate degree."Look Dott, you really don't want to go making a big foetor about things do you ? Wouldn't it better for you to…you know ... settle down and you and me come to an intellect ?"

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

"O.K. Everett. O.K.. But, can we at least public lecture about the subject of intimacy ? I mean, after what I saw, I think you can understand why I need to ask."

"That's estimable St. Simon. reason it ain't ‘ intimacy'is because I looked it long time ago. Memorized it. familiarity is trench affection like with kissing, hugging, Romance language, or intimate sexual congress. I don't kiss son so therefore, I don't dally them either. Never penetrated him so wasn't congress. Hugging don't enumeration ‘ cuz we're priests. We hug everyone. And if it did count, you'd be as shamed as me."

"What ?"

"You hold cocksuckers'heading, don't ya ? Well, I was holding him, not hugging him. So no, wasn't an oz. of amour. And remember, it's our job to help them boy so they don't go off gettin'defiled by them deviate in the city."He poured two spyglass of whisky."Here. Let's toast our new understanding."

Dott downed a mouthful of John Barleycorn and hoped it would somehow assist him to sort 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 have to judge ? Earlier that sunrise, he was the one who was pervey enough to get sucked off by a blonde young lady 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 XX mile to put his penis in her daughter's lip ? 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 entrust you."

"Good. Now, let's public lecture about something else. You have a ripe time with my grandniece ?"

"Still can't conceive 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 ‘ 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 palpate more like a young lady, so you expert get that done tomorrow. But, at to the lowest degree assure me you came in her mouth."

"Ohhh ... yeahhhh,"Dott crooned as he remembered his ball-busting orgasm."But I mean, I did it to assist 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 give-and-take 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 prostitute ! She knows better, but she spends a lot of sentence on her stifle, heh-heh. Like mother, like daughter."

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When Hayden arrived with Danu the next day, she pulled Dott aside and said,"Look Father Dott, I don't appreciate you coming to my dwelling house and doing what you did to my daughter !"

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 twenty miles for her to suck my cock."

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

No one in the humanity was more relieve than Father Herbert Alexander Simon Dott in that moment as he exhaled fear-ladened breath in a unmarried 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 answer or I'll have to receive soul else."

Could Pristine Valley get any freakier ? Fontane's doctrine ratified cock sucking as a service to"needy"cocksuckers. His own grandniece was actually a cocksucking boy and he had arranged for Dott to fuck her mouth. Her mother knew about it and had left for the grange where she gave uncounted blowjobs. And now, she had just commanded him to put his tool 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 keep back them from ever guessing that the cause of their hardons was a cocksucking boy ! Danu, with the full and thick blond pilus and dreary eyes. Dana, dressed in a pink tankful top and beige shorts. Dana, smooth all over and that mouth -- -

"Hi father Dott,"Danu cooed as she moved closer.

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

"Nooooo. I like calling you Church 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 opportunity to be the responsible adult who controlled things.

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

Dott thought his cock would explode."But, you know we have to do Sir Thomas More. You have to take it deep."

"I will if you let me suck."

His zipper was down and her mouthpiece was already beginning to gobble up his backbreaking gibe. Her sonant, creamy mouth made him lose his will to resist. His genu felt watery and his eyes closed as he felt the sweet, rolling sensations of her mystical mouth.

Ah ... yes ... sucking, his mental capacity repeated. Suck my cock you sweet fiddling"young lady ”.

Just outside, the choir director was leading a group of prospective students and their families on a hitch of the quickness. He described Dott as the"honorable and mortify 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 respectable and low non-Christian priest was giving his hawkshaw to a blond 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"mysterious things ”.

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

The fille shrugged."okeh. It's just ... I don't know if I can and I don't know if I want to line up out if I can't."

"Of course you can. We'll go slow. 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 up your back talk and I'll do the rest."

The fille slumped.

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

She brought herself vertical on her stifle and opened her mouth. Just the peck of that mouth ... so open ... so gear up ... so wet and pinkish ... made him afraid to even touch his cock. But, he had a job to do so he took matters in-hand and brought the tip of his erection to her lips. Her quick breath almost made him cream. He eased it slowly into her and her mouth swarmed over it.

He put his deal on her head and said,"Just relax, Dana. Relax."He eased in a footling more and then ... he felt her tight, virginal, entrance and he was reminded that the way to heaven was specialise and only a few would find it. Whether he was a priest doing a armed service or a lust-crazed creature with needs was beginning to not matter ! He had to fuck this"little girl"and nothing was going to stop him !

She gagged slightly and put her decoration against his second joint as if to resist. He reminded her to relax and"Just let it hap, Danu. Let it happen."

He was desperate to lay to rest his bone in her ; bury his ivory deep into her and fuck her and heart millions of his fertile spermatozoa right down her cocksucking throat !

He felt her gateway yield and his cockhead snug in the niggardliness of her inexperienced person and unswayed ring of virtuousness. He was nearly gasping from pleasure. He eased forward more and ... yes ! ... the head of his"brand"was sheathed beyond that ring. He was in ! Not all of the way yet, but once that mushroom cloud head got retiring that band of resistivity, the rest was certain !

"O ... Okay Dana,"he said with a trembling phonation."hold still."

He gripped her point tighter and slowly, very slowly, Father Simon 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 chin.

He began fucking her. late and slow. Asking if she was okay. Fucking her with long strokes. Controlling himself. Getting her well-situated. Getting her ready for the material ass that was to observe.

five transactions, then ten, then fifteen passed before he said,"Okay Dana, I have to do it. I have to sleep with you. You're ready and those are my orders."

She girl seemed uncertain but tried to nod despite having a rock-hard tool down her throat and two bridge player gripping her head.

"trade good fille. You'll be finely. Are you ready ?"

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

He began in smooth cam stroke, pulling back until he almost slipped from her pharynx and back in until her face was flush with his belly. Again and again. instant after minute after hour. 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.

nobility left Father Neil Simon Dott. He no longer cared if he was doing his responsibility or doing her a Service or what anyone would think of him. The time had come to bed the lady friend of his lust-filled dreaming and pump his seed into her and relieve himself cryptic in that gorgeous, cocksucking mouth and nothing was going to stop him !

It was no longer about her. It was about him. His need. His lust. His balls 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 aftermath of their perverse mating was all on her ! She knew before she came there that he was going to fuck her in the mouth ! If she didn't want it, then she should own stayed family. 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 blue air middle and wide-open mouth.

He was panting and gasping and pummeling her and all he could think about was how often he wanted to cum in her ; deep in her ! And as the moments past and his lustfulness built and he felt himself approaching climax, he pulled her head to him until her side was smashed against his body. His pelvic arch thrust hard as he buried his os deep down her throat and his balls quaked and forefather Simon the Zealot Dott began inseminating the pharynx of the blond girl who was actually a cocksucking boy.

His consistence yanked back slightly then jammed his hard rod back into her diffuse depths as he blasted her innards again. Two, three, four more metre, he rammed into her as deep as he could go and each sentence, he pumped a overweight dose of seminal fluid into her. Two Thomas More times he did the same and on the tertiary, he rammed it down her pharynx as deep as it would go and he let out a primal growling and one last loony toons of rich, thick, fat sperm.

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

When it finally did, he released her nous and the daughter slowly slumped to the floor like a rag dolly. Her hair was mussed and her eye dazed. Her back talk were puffy and her face reddened. But, her body writhed in a slow-motion style so at to the lowest degree he knew he hadn't killed her..

His cock dripped semen. test copy of a job well done. It was in her. Jizz. His jizz ! His sperm fierce looking for ovaries and only finding tonsils.

Wouldn't founding 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 missy into a writhing and unenviable daze.

He helped her recover and pick up. He asked if she was OK and she nodded but didn't speak. Hayden arrived and was pleased with his report and unconcerned that her girl's oculus looked removed.

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

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

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

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

"Because ... Because it was thirst. 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 ball off down her throat."

Fontane laughed."well boy, welcome to humankind. You wouldn't be a man if you didn't think that way when you got a tidal bore whoreson down there slurping on your manhood."

"So, you've had those thoughts ?"

"the pits yes. Every time. I get a lip working on my gumshoe and what else am I suppose to call back 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 semen and whatever you hafta do to grant it to them, then that's what you do. We give, they receive. And, if we don't soul 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 lustfulness. Pure lust."

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