Part 3 - XX miles

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It was Sun morning and Father Everett Fontane had delivered a message about purity and the sinning of the flesh and reminded his following how hard he had worked to rid Pristine valley of the conspicuous sex trades and driven them to the repelling city.

Seated behind the chieftain priest was father Simon Zelotes Dott who had been re-frocked and ordained as non-Christian priest in the valley just a few hebdomad before. He watched the congregation outburst over the hero that Fontane had become, yet wondered what uninformed parishioners would guess if they knew that the good male parent was regularly getting blow task in his federal agency. Certainly some knew because Fontane had said that"anyone who should love, knows. We just don't go out broadcasting it ”.

In the root, Dott had nobly tried to horn in holes in Fontane's unconventional school of thought, 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 sexual abstention. His account were so concise and the temptation so enticing that Dott had not only lost the line, but also his will to resist.

Dott had never made an issue of Fontane's escapade because, since signing on as a direction priest, he was getting mass of blow jobs himself.

When Fontane was through speechmaking, Dott followed him outside to greet smiling parishioners who dressed in their Sunday best and seemed so wholesome. One could only wonder what perversions lurked in the shadow of their homes, iniquities the chief priest wouldn't challenge as long as they remained hidden.

Fontane hugged tiddler, shook hands, embraced mothers, and seemed to know everyone by name. Dott greeted the few that he had met in his forgetful stoppage in the vale and his spunk soared when the parents of two of his cocksuckers approached. They knew their Son were regularly blowing him yet they acted as if nothing was unusual.

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

A woman with Wave of bouncy blond hair and a white summertime clothes, and a immature fille who looked like, approached Fontane. The char wrapped her arms around the older non-Christian priest and gave him a full-of-the-moon, frontage hug. When she stepped away, the younger fille hugged him the same.

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

How Biden-esque, Dott chuckled.

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

The woman extended her hand with a smile.

Despite the mother fucker in his new liveliness, Dott still had an eye for jolly miss and both of them were knockouts. 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 driving force and I've been sort of tied up what with all the counseling and getting male parent Dott started."

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

"You're powerful. Of course."

"commodity ! Come by at 4pm so we can beguile up on lost clip,"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 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 ? nether region Marvin Neil Simon, I told you I never broke a single 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 psyche. Of course of study you aren't."

Still, as mid-morning became late good afternoon, Simon Dott struggled to get those thoughts out of his school principal and he had to because it wasn't fair to have such suspiciousness when he knew that Fontane had said he disapproved of incest.

Dott needed a misdirection but Sundays didn't commonly have appointments and he wasn't the form of man who would pluck up a phone and shout out one of his counseling folk and ask them to make for their boy to suck his hawkshaw. Instead, he went to his living quarters, pulled the shades, and engaged in a wonderfully successful hour of masturbation.

It was nearly 9pm when headlights flashed across his shaded window and he heard the familiar tweet of Fontane's remote car ignition lock. He felt guilty for his to begin with 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 smart ; almost jolly. He smiled and shook his gray fountainhead."No pauperism to be apologizin'Dott. Been a majuscule day so no need to be stirrin'up settled water."

"Okay. Well, 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 Daniel and verbalise for awhile."

He poured each of them a minor meth of liquor, kicked off his shoes, and put his animal foot on a low mesa. They talked for some time before Dott asked the honest-to-goodness priest how his sojourn with his family had gone.

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

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

Fontane laughed and his point nodded."Yes Simon, I do signify 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 job 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 make any soma of intimate contact with female yet you let your thou niece suck your shaft ! There's no way you can warrant that !"

"haw-haw. well, I sure ain't surprised to hear the misanthropic Father Dott say that."

"Cynical ? ! ? begetter Fontane, you said you never broke a unmarried part of the vow of celibacy, yet now I find out you've been sticking your dick in the sass of a girl !"

"Oh Simon Zelotes, 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 foundation from the table and leaned closer.

"What you don't know, Simon,"the man said, seeming to relish his fellow's excruciation,"is that pretty girl ain't my grand 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 epithet is Daniel."

"Book of Daniel ?"

"Yup. She's a boy. So, looks like I can't be gettin'my shaft sucked by a girlfriend, 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 dainty, don't you think ?"

"I ... I can't believe it."But, what Father Herbert Alexander Simon Dott mostly could not believe was how he had gotten an instant erection at the first sight of what he thought was a little 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 sick !"

"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 Zelotes, Herbert A. Simon, Simon, we've talked about this. remember ? 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. felicitous now ?"

There just was no arguing with the man. He was either the most cagy and opportunistic Dott had ever met, or the most delusional. While his upper principal couldn't decide between the two, his down in the mouth school principal was nodding. Imagine having that precious 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 reason I don't go out there Thomas More. Been meaning to talk to you about it."

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

Fontane poured Sir Thomas More liquor and brushed his handwriting through his cotton candy-like hair."She wants to be more of a girl and ‘ cuz of that, she wants to film prick deep as girls do. That ain't my thing. But you ... you love them deepthroat types. So I been thinkin'of telling Hayden that her girl needs somebody else, somebody like you. Bet you'd making love to stick your dick 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 affair. 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 call Hayden and tell her you'll be there at 10am. Trust me boy, you're gon na need all the stamina you can get."

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

"Of line they would, Herbert A. Simon. We're priest, not perverts."

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Father Simon Dott hardly noticed the twenty-mile movement to Hayden's rural home because his thoughts were so consumed with anticipation. His face jangled as he knocked on her threshold and only eased slightly when she smiled and gave him a casual hug.

"fountainhead 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 know, why you are you here, don't you ?"

"Father Fontane explained things."

"Then, tell me. Tell 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 forthrightness. He shrugged. `` I ... suppose. ``

"So, you just drove XX miles because somebody told you that my daughter would suck up your dick."

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

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

"O.K., yes. I drove twenty mil to ... because begetter Fontane said your daughter would ... would draw my cock."

Hayden smiled and her top dog shook."You DO gain how tinny that sounds. But, very well then."She yelled at the hallway behind her and Dana appeared and was reintroduced to the non-Christian priest.

"male parent Dott, you make sure you take dear care of my girl, if you know what I mean. Do your ‘ guidance in her room and Danu, don't answer the door until I get back. Who knows what kind of deviate are lurking out there ?"

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

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

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

He heard a schoolgirlish voice say,"cum on !"as Dana took him by the hand and led him to a bedroom that was mostly pink and lacing and ingurgitate fauna. The"girl"was on her stifle in seconds and cooing,"Oooo, I think I'm gon na like you !"Her hired man grazed the figurehead of his Negroid pant, then squeezed his already-hard cock.

She fumbled with his slide fastener and worked it loose while he looked down at her middling face and the rapids amid rivers of midst, blonde haircloth. She couldn't be a boy, could she ? But, did he really want to find out just then ? If she truly was a female child, then he would be breaking his vows. But then, if everyone was lying, it wouldn't be his fault.

Besides, that luscious mouthpiece was right there -- -right in forepart of him ! -- -and there was no way he would pull up stakes that theater until he guided his pleasure-seeking missile right into those blue lips !

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

She stroked for a few seconds longer before her perfective tense sassing came to it and pushed over the tip and then over the head and Dott's human knee nearly gave way. She pushed again and began moving slowly forward and back and forward and back. Her mouth was so soft and Father Simon Dott could not believe he was watching a pretty"little girl"down on her knees and sucking the stiffest hard-on he could remember.

"Oh yeah, Danu,"he muttered."suction !"

If her fingerbreadth had felt purely magical then her mouth felt purely mystical. His cock jerked from her slow, soft, passionate sucking with a lip that was altogether snugged to his hammer.

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

The girlfriend hummed and her forefront moved slightly up and down.

He closed his middle and basked in the aura of her sweet, cocksucking mouthpiece. He loved the impression as it crawl forward and back and his rock-hard cock absorbed every sensation.

It was so sordid ; so wickedly demented. In a rural division of the spic-and-span Pristine vale, a young young lady was in her bedroom, on her knees, purring with passion, and performing viva voce sex on a priest.

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

She was best 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 rush of orgasm and quickly pulled her capitulum back.

"Dana ... I ..."He needed a few seconds to pucker himself."Everett said you want to be more of a female child. To ... To learn to take it deep."

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

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

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

"But ... I mean -- -"

"No Fatherhood Dott. I want you to sit in my comfy chairperson and let me suck until you cum in my mouth, 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 like me. And, if you do it in my throat I won't get to withdraw and I want to accept 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 come back !"

She nudged him toward the chair and he was incapacitated to her soupcon. His legs felt weak and he nearly fell. She was between his legs in an second and her mouth was around his motherfucker again and his mind lay back against the chair and Dana's moist and orphic mouth began caressing his wanton and needy hard-on.

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

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

Dott's cock demanded he put his hands on her head and push and wrench and thrust his hips in short-stroked unison. His breathing was coming in pant and his body writhed and the girl kept sucking and together they worked for what they both wanted most.

His rib cage rattled like earth microseism and his clod felt like clinch and his pelvis thrust and he held her caput and his consistency freeze out and…

In the pink chamber of a rural home, a local priest ejaculated in a girl's mouth.

He shot spate after surge of heart into her with such force that he knew he was decorating her tonsils. His stallion body was shaking and his handwriting were gripping her school principal as he emptied his desperate globe right in the mouth of the girl-who-was-a-boy.

All too soon, it was over.

As the storm passed and simmer down began to finalise in, his shaking body ebbed to trembling and his hammer dwindled to half-hardness.

She slowly lifted her side to reckon at him. Her eyes were dazed and her slurred tomentum mussed. She opened her sass to show the heavyset deposit of jizz that she had received. She ran her tongue through it and, with beatific oculus of a devil, her sassing sealed, her throat bulged, and her sass reopened to exhibit that she had swallowed it all.

Several minutes later, male parent Dott stood with her on her front porch as they said good-bye.

A city block 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 Danu standing at her front line door talking to a priest. The boy could have slapped himself silly ! What was he thinking ? How could he dare hold such uncomely thoughts about a girl so complete and a family 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 have answered the door. If the boy had looked for her through her bedchamber window, he would have seen the female child of his aspiration eagerly performing oral sex on the erection of a man who had driven twenty miles to put his penis in her mouth.

Or, had the boy arrived a minute later, the priest would have been gone and the boy would throw knocked on Danu's door. If she had answered, she would finally stimulate granted his amorous petition and he would cause Daniel Chester French kissed her. When the time came for him to entrust, Dana would say sayonara with a giggle because she knew something that no early soul on the planet would ever sleep together :

That boy who was leaving and was so proud of his success had just coated his own oral cavity with the semen of a local priest.



[ part 4 follows ]