voice 4 - Dana

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It would be soft to explain why Church Father Everett Fontane was not going to get a line a subdued bash that was soon to come to his agency room access. It would be punishing to explicate why the gaffer priest of Pristine Valley would be seen laying with a blonde boy on his business office sofa.

While there would seldom be a dependable day for such a find, this day could not have been worse for founder Simon the Zealot Dott because he was just returning from a fabulous morning, one he had spent with Danu, Fontane's own grandniece and one arranged by Fontane himself.

Dott parked his car and checked in with Jenni Hale at the battlefront office staff. 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 officious now ?"

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

And so, Father Simon Dott began a fateful trek toward a soft knock, a quietly opened door, and a brazen panorama that would neuter his day and send him away in electric shock.

It was outrageous ! A sixty-something priest wrapped around an unknown boy ! It was ... iniquity ! Iniquity beyond iniquity ! Even Father Fontane's cleverly crafted doctrine had no leeway for anal intercourse yet there he was, the good Father, 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 vale, but if he didn't, could he live with himself ?

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

"Dott. You there ?"

He cleared his sentiment enough to reply,"Y ... Yes, Father of the Church Fontane."

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

Dott washed his nerve, mustered his bravery, and made his way to the old man's agency, still uncertain of what he would do.

The blonde boy was gone and Fontane's deportment 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 situation door and I saw you ... with some boy."

Fontane stared before his simple response,"So ?"

"You were ..."

"I was what, Herbert A. Simon ?"

Well, if the old man was going to brazenly press the emergence, 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 behind. What else would you call it ?"

"Yeah, I was spooning him and I was fucking him from rear, 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 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 thigh. Ahhhh, so commodity ! Like fuckin'a woman. But, my dear Simon Zelotes, it wasn't sex. And, it wasn't sodomy. And, it wasn't with no female. So, it all conniption right in overnice and neat, pretty much like them blowjobs you like."

While Fontane was once again a passkey of rationalisation, Dott struggled to agree.

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

"Like what ?"

"Intimacy. We're not to have intimacy 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 mephitis about matter do you ? Wouldn't it better for you to…you know ... settle down and you and me come to an understanding ?"

Dott heard threat in Fontane's Word and felt both his resoluteness and voice soften.

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

"That's better Simon. Reason it ain't ‘ intimacy'is because I looked it hanker time ago. Memorized it. Intimacy is deep affection like with kissing, caressing, romance, or intimate sexual relation. I don't kiss boys so therefore, I don't romance them either. Never penetrated him so wasn't coitus. Hugging don't enumeration ‘ cuz we're non-Christian priest. We hug everyone. And if it did counting, you'd be as guilty as me."

"What ?"

"You hold shit'heads, don't ya ? Well, I was holding him, not hugging him. So no, wasn't an snow leopard of intimacy. And remember, it's our job to avail them boys so they don't go off gettin'defiled by them perverts in the city."He poured two spectacles of whiskey."Here. Let's toast our new understanding."

Dott downed a mouthful of John Barleycorn and hoped it would somehow serve him to sort through all that he had heard. Since he couldn't, it was best to just let thing tantalise, at least for the sentence being.

Besides, what right did he have to pronounce ? Earlier that break of day, he was the one who was pervey enough to get sucked off by a blond lady friend who he knew was actually a boy. And wasn't he the one who had admitted to the"miss's"mother that he had driven XX miles to put his penis in her girl's mouth ? And, wasn't he the one who tried to put his dick down the girlfriend's throat against her will ?

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

"trade good. Now, let's talk about something else. You have a upright time with my grandniece ?"

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

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

"She ... She wouldn't do it. She said ‘ next 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 lady friend, so you adept get that done tomorrow. But, at least recount me you came in her mouth."

"Ohhh ... yeahhhh,"Dott crooned as he remembered his ball-busting orgasm."But I mean, I did it to help 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 word of honor 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 time on her knee, 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 home 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 mil for her to draw my cock."

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

No one in the world was more relieved than Padre Simon Dott in that present moment as he exhaled fear-ladened breathing spell in a single sigh of relief.

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

"wellspring, who's in controller here ? Who 's the adult ? Don't take no for an solution or I'll have to recover someone else."

Could Pristine Valley get any freakier ? Fontane's school of thought ratified cock sucking as a serve to"poverty-stricken"bastard. His own grandniece was actually a cocksucking boy and he had arranged for Dott to bonk her rima oris. Her mother knew about it and had left for the grange where she gave innumerable blowjob. And now, she had just commanded him to put his hawkshaw down her"daughter's"pharynx !

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

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

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

"Nooooo. I like calling you begetter Dott."Her finger's breadth traced to his pants."I like that you're a priest who don't get girls."

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

She went slowly to her knee. `` But, I 'll suck so you do n't ask fille. ``

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

"I will if you let me suck."

His zip fastener was down and her backtalk was already beginning to bolt up his hard shaft. Her soft, creamy mouth made him lose his will to resist. His knees felt weak and his eye closed as he felt the sweet, rolling sensations of her mystical mouth.

Ah ... yes ... suck, his brain repeated. Suck my dick you sweet trivial"girl ”.

Just outside, the choir conductor was leading a group of prospective student and their families on a tour of the quickness. He described Dott as the"honorable and baseborn and giving new priest of the Valley."As the group moved on its way, none were aware that behind the bulwark that separated them, the honorable and humble non-Christian priest was giving his dick to a blonde 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"deep things ”.

"Listen Dana, I have to,"he said."I have social club 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 notice out if I can't."

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

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

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

The fille slumped.

'' smell Dana, I have a job to do. I 'm going to fuck you in the oral fissure or you might as well leave alone. ``

She brought herself upright on her knees and opened her lip. Just the flock of that sassing ... so open ... so ready ... so wet and pink ... made him afraid to even bear upon his stopcock. But, he had a job to do so he took matters in-hand and brought the tip of his erecting to her lips. Her warm breathing space almost made him cream. He eased it slowly into her and her mouth swarmed over it.

He put his custody on her head and said,"Just relax, Dana. Relax."He eased in a trivial more and then ... he felt her tight, virginal, entrance and he was reminded that the way to heaven was narrow-minded and only a few would find it. Whether he was a non-Christian priest doing a service or a lust-crazed animal with needs was beginning to not matter ! He had to fuck this"female child"and nix was going to discontinue him !

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

He was desperate to swallow his off-white in her ; bury his bone deep into her and do it her and ticker one thousand thousand of his fertile spermatozoa right down her cocksucking throat !

He felt her gateway yield and his cockhead cubbyhole in the tightness of her innocent and untouched gang of sexual morality. He was nearly gasping from pleasance. He eased forward more and ... yes ! ... the head of his"sword"was sheathed beyond that gang. He was in ! Not all of the way yet, but once that mushroom headway got past times that tintinnabulation of electrical resistance, the rest period was certain !

"O ... okay Dana,"he said with a tremble voice."postponement still."

He gripped her head tighter and slowly, very slowly, father Simon Dott pushed his rear penis all the way into the missy's throat. He felt her nose against his pubes and his balls against her chin.

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

Five minutes, then ten, then fifteen passed before he said,"Okay Danu, I have to do it. I have to fuck you. You're ready and those are my orders."

She girl seemed unsettled 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 ready ?"

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

He began in legato strokes, pulling back until he almost slipped from her throat and back in until her face was flush with his abdomen. Again and again. Minute after mo after second. A little more energy. Nearly half-speed. She didn't wiggle or try to overstretch away.

As his pace picked up a little more, he was getting near to fucking stop number.

Nobility left Father-God Simon the Zealot Dott. He no longer give care if he was doing his tariff or doing her a service or what anyone would think of him. The time had come to sleep together the girl of his lust-filled dreams and pump his seed into her and relieve himself oceanic abyss in that gorgeous, cocksucking mouth and nothing was going to block up him !

It was no longer about her. It was about him. His need. His lust. His formal boiling and needing sack.

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 Thomas More of a"veridical"girl then she had to get fucked by a real number man ! Any effect of their perverse coupling 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 take in stayed nursing home. And, she certainly shouldn't have dropped to her knees in front of a non-Christian priest who"can't have girls"and tease him with her flirty blue optic and wide-open mouth.

He was panting and gasping and pummeling her and all he could think about was how much he wanted to cum in her ; oceanic abyss in her ! And as the present moment past and his lust built and he felt himself approaching climax, he pulled her chief to him until her face was smashed against his consistency. His hips thrust hard as he buried his bone deep down her throat and his balls quaked and begetter Simon Dott began inseminating the throat of the blond girl who was actually a cocksucking boy.

His body yanked back slightly then jammed his hard rod back into her piano depths as he blasted her viscera again. Two, three, four Sir Thomas More times, he rammed into her as deep as he could go and each time, he pumped a expectant dose of semen into her. Two More times he did the Sami and on the 3rd, he rammed it down her throat as deep as it would go and he let out a fundamental growl and one last STD of rich, thick, fertile 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 unconscious process and he wondered if she had stopped breathing as well. But, he would NOT pull out out of her until his hammer stopped twitching and jerking and post-copulation public security returned.

When it finally did, he released her promontory and the young lady slowly slumped to the floor like a rag doll. Her hairsbreadth was mussed and her heart dazed. Her mouth were puffy and her face reddened. But, her body writhed in a slow-motion personal manner so at least he knew he hadn't killed her..

His pecker dripped come. trial impression of a job well done. It was in her. Jizz. His jizz ! His sperm furious looking for ovaries and only finding tonsils.

Wouldn't Padre Fontane and Hayden be happy ? He had fucked her like they told him to and done it so well that he had fucked the girl into a writhing and sticky daze.

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

When they were gone, Dott met with Fontane, gave a full paper, and was patted on the back 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 feel guilty ?"the chief priest asked.

"Because ... Because it was lust. Pure lust. I didn't do it for Danu. 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 nuts off down her throat."

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

"So, you've had those view ?"

"Hell yes. Every time. I get a mouth working on my tool and what else am I suppose to think 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 seminal fluid and whatever you hafta do to hold 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 luxuria. Pure lust."

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