Part 3 - Twenty miles

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It was Sunday aurora and forefather Everett Fontane had delivered a message about purity and the sins of the flesh and reminded his followers how hard he had worked to rid Pristine Valley of the conspicuous sex trades and labour them to the wicked city.

Seated behind the head priest was begetter Simon Dott who had been re-frocked and ordained as priest in the valley just a few hebdomad before. He watched the faithful outburst over the submarine that Fontane had become, yet wondered what uninformed parishioners would think if they knew that the salutary Father-God was regularly getting reverse jobs in his office. Certainly some knew because Fontane had said that"anyone who should know, knows. We just don't go out broadcasting it ”.

In the first, Dott had nobly tried to poke holes in Fontane's unconventional doctrine, but the older non-Christian priest had an solution for everything, including how it all fit neatly into col that existed in the vows of celibacy. His explanations were so concise and the temptations so enticing that Dott had not only lost the contestation, but also his will to resist.

Dott had never made an outcome of Fontane's escapade because, since signing on as a direction non-Christian priest, he was getting mass of blow chore himself.

When Fontane was through speaking, Dott followed him outside to greet smiling parishioners who dressed in their Dominicus scoop and seemed so wholesome. One could only wonder what sexual perversion lurked in the wickedness of their homes, iniquities the chief priest wouldn't challenge as long as they remained hidden.

Fontane hugged youngster, shook workforce, embraced mother, and seemed to know everyone by name. Dott greeted the few that he had met in his short stay in the valley and his nerves soared when the parents of two of his motherfucker approached. They knew their son were regularly blowing him yet they acted as if nil was unusual.

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

A woman with waves of bouncy blond hair and a egg white summer frock, and a younger girl who looked standardised, approached Fontane. The fair sex wrapped her limb around the older non-Christian priest and gave him a to the full, frontal hug. When she stepped away, the untried missy hugged him the same.

While they talked, the younger girl stood before Fontane and he ran his manus over her shoulders and leaned forward to kiss the young lady'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, Father Neil Simon Dott. Father, this is my niece Hayden and her daughter Dana."

The charwoman extended her hand with a smile.

Despite the cocksuckers in his new life, Dott still had an eye for pretty miss and both of them were knockouts. He just hoped his rising hold wasn't obvious.

The cleaning lady 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 drive and I've been sort of tied up what with all the counseling and getting Father-God Dott started."

"Well, that's no excuse !"she protested with a mock-pout."I insist you come and see us. Tonight. I'll fix a big dinner ! Besides, you can't tell me that your engagement are more crucial than us !"

"You're rightfulness. Of course."

"commodity ! Come by at 4pm so we can capture up on lost sentence,"she said before they departed.

When the last of the parishioners left, Dott asked,"Everett, is there ... is there something going on ?"

"Going on ?"

"Well yes. When Hayden said she wanted to catch up on lost clip, she winked."

"So ?"

"I don't know, just thought it seemed a little coy."

"You don't think I'm messin'with my niece, do you ? Inferno Simon, I told you I never broke a single portion 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 intellect. Of path you aren't."

Still, as mid-morning became previous afternoon, Herb Simon Dott struggled to get those thoughts out of his principal and he had to because it wasn't bazaar to give such suspicions when he knew that Fontane had said he disapproved of incest.

Dott needed a distraction but Sundays didn't commonly have designation and he wasn't the form of man who would pick up a phone and send for one of his counseling menage and ask them to get their boy to draw his shaft. Instead, he went to his tail, pulled the tad, and engaged in a wonderfully successful time of day of masturbation.

It was nearly 9pm when headlights flashed across his shaded windowpane and he heard the conversant tweet of Fontane's remote car locks. He felt shamed for his early conversation with the man. He dressed quickly and went to the hallway.

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 bright ; almost jolly. He smiled and shook his gray drumhead."No indigence to be apologizin'Dott. Been a great day so no need to be stirrin'up settled water."

"Okay. wellspring, as long as everything is all rightfulness between us."

"All right ? netherworld yes. Fact, why don't you come on in and we'll sip some diddly-squat Book of Daniel and talk for awhile."

He poured each of them a small field glass of John Barleycorn, kicked off his shoes, and put his base on a low board. They talked for some time before Dott asked the older non-Christian priest how his sojourn with his family had gone.

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

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

Fontane laughed and his head nodded."Yes Simon, I do think of 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 trouble with it ?"

"I can't consider this. Yes, I have a job with it. You said yourself that our vows specifically say we're not to have any strain of versed contact with females yet you let your chiliad niece suck your hawkshaw ! There's no way you can justify that !"

"hee-haw. Well, I sure ain't surprised to hear the misanthropical Father Dott say that."

"Cynical ? ! ? Fatherhood Fontane, you said you never broke a individual persona of the vow of celibacy, yet now I find out you've been sticking your dick in the mouth of a young lady !"

"Oh Simon, you are quite a fuss-budget aren't you ? Yes, I've been gettin'my dick sucked by that little girl, but maybe you don't know what you don't know."

"Suppose you enlighten me then."

Fontane pulled his feet from the table and leaned closer.

"What you don't know, Simon,"the man said, seeming to savour his associate's agony,"is that pretty daughter ain't my luxurious niece."

"You said she was."

"Her name ain't Dana either."

"What are you talking about ?"

After a swig of inebriant, Fontane said,"Because Simon the Canaanite, her name is Daniel."

"Daniel ?"

"Yup. She's a boy. So, looks like I can't be gettin'my tool sucked by a young woman, now can I ?"

Dott's head clanged with a hundred interrogative all at one time.

"Th ... That's a boy ?"

"Sure is. Dresses up pretty nice, don't you think ?"

"I ... I can't believe it."But, what founder Simon Dott mostly could not believe was how he had gotten an instant erecting at the showtime sight of what he thought was a girl only to now teach that"she"was actually a boy.

"If you don't believe it, I'll get her birth certificate."

"This is ... This is crazy !"

"Naw, ain't crazy. 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."

"Marvin Neil Simon, Paul 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. well-chosen now ?"

There just was no arguing with the man. He was either the most clever and timeserving Dott had ever met, or the most delusional. While his amphetamine head couldn't decide between the two, his lower head was nodding. Imagine having that cute face and bouncy blond fuzz bobbing in your lap.

"But let me tell you, It ain't all what it seems,"Fontane said."There's job. That's the reason I don't go out there more. Been meaning to talk to you about it."

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

Fontane poured more liquor and brushed his helping hand through his cotton wool candy-like hair."She wants to be Sir Thomas More of a girl and ‘ cuz of that, she wants to take pecker 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 daughter needs individual else, someone like you. Bet you'd love to stick your dick in that pretty small 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 one-time thing. 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. trustingness me boy, you're gon na involve all the stamina you can get."

"But, no mother would put her son ... I mean girl ... with a accomplished stranger."

"Of grade they would, Simon. We're non-Christian priest, not perverts."

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father Herb Simon Dott hardly noticed the twenty-mile drive 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 daily hug.

"wellspring begetter Dott, my uncle Everett says all the right matter about you. But, let's sit and talking for a few moments."

She motioned Dott toward a sofa while she sat opposite in an elegant colonial chair.

"You DO make love, why you are you here, don't you ?"

"Father Fontane explained things."

"Then, tell me. distinguish me why you are here."

"I ... He ... He said I'm to facilitate 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 twenty mi because somebody told you that my daughter would suckle your dick."

He wondered if he had fallen into some sort of police bunko game and would soon see cuffs and cameras.

"Of course of instruction you did. Admit it because I don't want to convey Dana out and then have to tell her there was a misapprehension. I'm sure you understand. Say it !"

"Okay, yes. I drove XX naut mi to ... because Father Fontane said your daughter would ... would fellate my cock."

Hayden smiled and her promontory shook."You DO clear how cheesy that sounds. But, very well then."She yelled at the hallway behind her and Dana appeared and was reintroduced to the priest.

"Father Dott, you make trusted you take good care of my daughter, if you know what I mean. Do your ‘ counseling in her room and Dana, don't answer the door until I get back. Who knows what kind of degenerate 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 mi to put his penis in her girl's mouthpiece, yet she was leaving !

He heard a girlish voice say,"Come on !"as Danu took him by the hand and led him to a bedroom that was mostly pink and lace and stuffed animals. The"miss"was on her knees in seconds and cooing,"Oooo, I think I'm gon na like you !"Her hand grazed the front of his contraband bloomers, then squeezed his already-hard cock.

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

Besides, that delectable back talk was right there -- -right in front of him ! -- -and there was no way he would get out that household until he guided his pleasure-seeking projectile right field into those juicy lips !

"Ooooo, I like,"the girl swooned. Her eye never left his shaft while her fingers gently stroked.

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

"Oh yeah, Dana,"he muttered."Suck !"

If her finger's breadth had felt purely magical then her mouth felt purely secret. His cock jerked from her slow, soft, passionate suction with a oral cavity that was altogether snugged to his pecker.

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

The fille hummed and her head moved slightly up and down.

He closed his eyes and basked in the aura of her Henry Sweet, cocksucking lip. He loved the feeling as it crawl forward and back and his rock-hard cock absorbed every aesthesis.

It was so sleazy ; so wickedly demented. In a rural constituent of the immaculate Pristine vale, a young missy was in her bedroom, on her human knee, purring with passion, and performing oral sex on a priest.

Her female parent knew. His Bos knew. Both had given their blessing.

She was comfortably than all of those women who had turned him down in life history and even better because she sucked like a cocksucking boy because, well, that's what she was.

He felt the upsurge of sexual climax and quickly pulled her head back.

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

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

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

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

"But ... I mean -- -"

"No Father Dott. I want you to sit in my comfy chairperson and let me take in until you cum in my mouth, like I do my great uncle."

The picture of her sucking Fontane's pecker was disturbing but it was also disturbingly hot.

"Why not now ?"he asked.

"Because, if I suck on your peter, then it will wish me. And, if you do it in my pharynx I won't get to unsay and I want to immerse 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 up back !"

She nudged him toward the chair and he was helpless to her skin senses. His ramification felt weak and he nearly fell. She was between his ramification in an instant and her mouth was around his putz again and his head lay back against the chair and Dana's moist and mystical sass began caressing his wanton and poverty-stricken hard-on.

She looked like a lady friend, talked like a girl, and acted like a girl. She would fool anyone. He would call her a girl if she wanted. He would address her Dana if she insisted. He could visit her anything as long as she didn't stoppage sucking until he got his ballock off -- -for her welfare, of course.

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

Dott's putz demanded he put his hand on her head and energy and pull and lunge 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 terra firma tremors and his balls felt like clamp and his pelvic girdle stab and he held her head and his body froze and…

In the pink bedroom of a rural household, a local anesthetic priest ejaculated in a girlfriend's mouth.

He shot deal after spate of spunk into her with such military unit that he knew he was decorating her tonsils. His entire eubstance was shaking and his hands were gripping her headway as he emptied his desperate balls right in the mouth of the girl-who-was-a-boy.

All too soon, it was over.

As the storm passed and calm began to settle in, his shaking body ebbed to trembling and his cock dwindled to half-hardness.

She slowly lifted her face to look at him. Her eyes were groggy and her duncish hair mussed. She opened her mouth to show the thick deposit of jizz that she had received. She ran her tongue through it and, with angelic eyes of a Prince of Darkness, her lips sealed, her throat bulged, and her mouth reopened to point that she had swallowed it all.

Several second later, Father Dott stood with her on her front porch as they said good-bye.

A block down that rural road, a neighbor boy had been making his way toward Dana's planetary house. He hoped-upon-hope that this would be the day he would finally be able to kiss the female child of his aspiration.

Yet, when he was within eye-shot, he stopped because he saw Dana standing at her movement door talking to a priest. The boy could have slapped himself silly ! What was he thinking ? How could he dare have such unbecoming sentiment about a girl so pure and a kin so wholesome that priests regularly visited ? ! ?

He turned and walked away.

Sometimes, bad timing is a good thing.

Had the boy arrived arcminute earlier, Dana would not have answered the threshold. If the boy had looked for her through her sleeping room window, he would have seen the girl of his dreams eagerly performing oral sex on the erection of a man who had driven xx mile to put his member in her mouth.

Or, had the boy arrived a hour later, the priest would have been gone and the boy would induce knocked on Dana's door. If she had answered, she would finally have granted his amative request and he would possess French kissed her. When the time came for him to leave, Danu would say good-bye with a giggle because she knew something that no other person on the major planet would ever eff :

That boy who was leaving and was so proud of his achiever had just coated his own sass with the seminal fluid of a topical anaesthetic priest.



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