Part 4 - Dana

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It would be wanton to excuse why Father Everett Fontane was not going to hear a mild whang that was soon to come to his post threshold. It would be severe to explicate why the top dog priest of Pristine valley would be seen laying with a blonde boy on his office sofa.

While there would seldom be a good day for such a uncovering, this day could not have been uncollectible for Father Simon Dott because he was just returning from a fabulous break of the day, 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 George Ellery Hale at the presence role. She handed him several messages and said,"Father Fontane said he wants to see you as soon as you got back."

"Figured he would. Is he occupy now ?"

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

And so, beginner Simon Dott began a fateful trek toward a flabby smash, a quietly opened door, and a brazen scene that would castrate his day and send him away in jolt.

It was exorbitant ! A sixty-something priest wrapped around an stranger boy ! It was ... dark ! Iniquity beyond darkness ! Even Father-God Fontane's cleverly crafted doctrine had no tolerance for sodomy yet there he was, the good Father, humping away !

Even so, Dott also understood the quandary that accompanied his seismic disturbance. If he confronted the old man, it would almost certainly be the end of his pleasance in the Valley, but if he didn't, could he last with himself ?

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

"Dott. You there ?"

He cleared his thoughts enough to answer,"Y ... Yes, don Fontane."

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

Dott washed his brass, mustered his courage, and made his way to the old man's office, still unsettled of what he would do.

The blond boy was gone and Fontane's conduct was as if nothing had happened.

"How was your cockcrow ?"the Old priest asked with a lustful smile.

"It was ... It was ..."Dott squirmed."Everett, I ... I saw you."

"Saw me ? Saw me what ?"

"I knocked on your billet door and I saw you ... with some boy."

Fontane stared before his unsubdivided answer,"So ?"

"You were ..."

"I was what, St. Simon ?"

Well, if the old man was going to brazenly bear on 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 headache 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 bottom. What else would you call it ?"

"Yeah, I was spooning him and I was fucking him from bottom, 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. hellhole, it was his idea. Backs himself into me, spoons us up, then I fuck him between his thighs."

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

"Yup. Creamed all over them soft thighs. Ahhhh, so good ! Like fuckin'a cleaning woman. But, my dear Herb Simon, it wasn't sex. And, it wasn't sodomy. And, it wasn't with no female. So, it all scene right in prissy and neat, pretty much like them blowjobs you like."

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

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

"Like what ?"

"Intimacy. We're not to induce intimacy with anyone."

Father Fontane put his forearms on his desk to tilt toward his familiar."Look Dott, you really don't want to go making a big stink about things do you ? Wouldn't it upright for you to…you know ... take root down and you and me come to an discernment ?"

Dott heard threat in Fontane's Word of God and felt both his resolve and vocalization soften.

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

"That's just Neil Simon. reason it ain't ‘ closeness'is because I looked it longsighted time ago. Memorized it. affaire is deep warmness like with kissing, snuggling, romanticism, or sexual copulation. I don't kiss son so therefore, I don't coquet them either. Never penetrated him so wasn't intercourse. Hugging don't count ‘ cuz we're priests. We hug everyone. And if it did count, you'd be as guilty as me."

"What ?"

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

Dott downed a mouthful of hard drink and hoped it would somehow aid him to sort through all that he had heard. Since he couldn't, it was best to just let matter taunt, at least for the fourth dimension being.

Besides, what right did he sustain to judge ? Earlier that morn, he was the one who was pervey enough to get sucked off by a blonde missy 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 miles to put his member in her daughter's mouth ? And, wasn't he the one who tried to put his peter down the girl's throat against her will ?

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

"trade good. Now, let's talk about something else. You have a full time with my great-niece ?"

"Still can't think she's a boy."

"Did you do what I sent you out there to do ? Did you get your hawkshaw down her pharynx ?"

"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 feel more like a missy, so you better get that done tomorrow. But, at to the lowest degree tell me you came in her mouth."

"Ohhh ... yeahhhh,"Dott crooned as he remembered his ball-busting coming."But I mean, I did it to help her, not me."

"Of path 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 Logos 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 working girl ! 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 adjacent day, she pulled Dott aside and said,"Look Padre Dott, I don't appreciate you coming to my place 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 20 miles for her to suck in my cock."

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

No one in the humans was more jutting than Father Simon Dott in that moment as he exhaled fear-ladened breath in a unmarried sigh 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 resolution or I'll have to recover soul else."

Could Pristine valley get any freaky ? Fontane's doctrine ratified blowjobs as a military service to"needy"dickhead. His own grandniece was actually a cocksucking boy and he had arranged for Dott to fuck her sassing. Her mother knew about it and had left for the grange where she gave innumerous cock sucking. And now, she had just commanded him to put his hawkshaw down her"daughter's"throat !

Not that he would object in any way. Despite being a boy, Danu made for one hot female child, one that made men do double-takes and kept them from ever guessing that the cause of their hardons was a cocksucking boy ! Danu, with the full and compact blond fuzz and down in the mouth eye. Dana, dressed in a pink storage tank top and beige shorts. Danu, smooth all over and that mouth -- -

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

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

"Nooooo. I like calling you father Dott."Her digit traced to his pants."I like that you're a priest who don't get girls."

And with that, begetter Dott lost his first chance to be the responsible adult who controlled things.

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

Dott thought his cock would explode."But, you know we have to do more. You have to shoot it deep."

"I will if you let me suck."

His zip was down and her mouth was already beginning to bolt up his operose irradiation. Her soft, creamy mouth made him misplace his will to resist. His stifle felt feeble and his centre closed as he felt the sweet, rolling sensations of her mystical mouth.

Ah ... yes ... suction, his brain repeated. Suck my cock you sweet short"female child ”.

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

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

"Listen Dana, I have to,"he said."I have rescript from my gaffer 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 bump out if I can't."

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

"Ha, I'm not no virgin. I sucked plenty of times."

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

The lady friend slumped.

'' spirit Dana, I have a job to do. I 'm going to make out you in the mouth or you might as well give. ``

She brought herself upright on her knees and opened her mouth. Just the sight of that mouth ... so loose ... so set up ... so wet and pinkish ... made him afraid to even touch his peter. But, he had a job to do so he took topic in-hand and brought the tip of his erection to her lips. Her lovesome breath almost made him cream. He eased it slowly into her and her mouth swarmed over it.

He put his script on her head and said,"Just relax, Dana. Relax."He eased in a piddling more and then ... he felt her tight, pure, entrance and he was reminded that the way to heaven was narrow and only a few would find it. Whether he was a non-Christian priest doing a service or a lust-crazed animal with pauperism was beginning to not weigh ! He had to get it on this"daughter"and nothing was going to kibosh him !

She gagged slightly and put her palms against his second joint as if to hold out. He reminded her to loose and"Just let it happen, Danu. Let it happen."

He was do-or-die to bury his osseous tissue in her ; swallow up his pearl deep into her and have a go at it her and pump million of his fertile spermatozoon right down her cocksucking throat !

He felt her gateway return and his cockhead snug in the tightness of her inexperienced person and untouched ring of merit. He was nearly gasping from pleasure. He eased forward more and ... yes ! ... the mind of his"sword"was sheathed beyond that ring. He was in ! Not all of the way yet, but once that mushroom head got past that ring of resistance, the rest was sure !

"O ... Okay Danu,"he said with a trembling voice."Hold still."

He gripped her read/write head tighter and slowly, very slowly, don Simon Dott pushed his erect penis all the way into the girl's throat. He felt her nozzle against his pubes and his testis against her chin.

He began fucking her. Deep and slow. Asking if she was okay. Fucking her with long strokes. Controlling himself. Getting her well-fixed. Getting her ready for the real ass that was to follow.

V arcminute, then ten, then fifteen passed before he said,"okay Dana, I have to do it. I have to fuck you. You're ready and those are my orders."

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

"Good girl. You'll be fine. Are you gear up ?"

Again, the slew of blond fuzz 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 crimson with his abdomen. Again and again. Minute after instant after moment. A little more vitality. Nearly half-speed. She didn't wriggle or try to pull away.

As his tempo picked up a little more, he was getting near to fucking velocity.

Nobility left Father Simon Dott. He no longer give care if he was doing his duty or doing her a service or what anyone would think of him. The clock time had come to know the lady friend of his lust-filled ambition and pump his cum into her and excuse himself deep in that gorgeous, cocksucking mouth and zip was going to stop him !

It was no foresighted about her. It was about him. His need. His lustfulness. His balls boiling and needing release.

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

If she wanted to be more of a"existent"girl then she had to get fucked by a literal man ! Any consequence 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 have stayed plate. And, she certainly shouldn't have dropped to her genu in front 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 a lot he wanted to cum in her ; deep in her ! And as the second past and his lust built and he felt himself approaching climax, he pulled her capitulum to him until her face was smashed against his body. His hips thrust hard as he buried his bone deep down her throat and his balls quaked and Father Herbert A. Simon Dott began inseminating the pharynx of the blond girl who was actually a cocksucking boy.

His torso yanked back slightly then jammed his hard rod back into her soft depths as he blasted her innards again. Two, three, four Sir Thomas More times, he rammed into her as cryptic as he could go and each metre, he pumped a heavy dose of cum into her. Two more time he did the Saame and on the tierce, he rammed it down her throat as deep as it would go and he let out a primal growl and one last social disease of deep, thick, fat sperm.

He exhaled like an explosion and realized it had been some time since he had taken a breath. She hadn't moved during the entire insemination appendage and he wondered if she had stopped breathing as well. But, he would NOT deplume 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 little girl slowly slumped to the floor like a rag dolly. Her hair was mussed and her center dazed. Her lips were puffy and her face reddened. But, her body writhed in a slow-motion manner so at least he knew he hadn't killed her..

His cock dripped semen. validation 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 little girl into a writhing and viscid daze.

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

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

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

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

"Why would you feel shamefaced ?"the chief non-Christian 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 degenerate who could only mean about how much I wanted to get my ballock off down her throat."

Fontane laughed."fountainhead boy, welcome to humanity. 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 intellection ?"

"Hell yes. Every time. I get a backtalk working on my tool and what else am I suppose to think about ? And, we owe it to them. They don't cum to us just to suck. The job ain't complete 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 somebody 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 lecherousness. Pure lust."

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