section 3 - Twenty air mile

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It was Sunday morning and Father Everett Fontane had delivered a message about innocence and the sinning of the flesh and reminded his followers how hard he had worked to rid Pristine vale of the blatant sex trades and labor them to the wicked city.

Seated behind the chief priest was founding father Simon Dott who had been re-frocked and ordained as non-Christian priest in the Valley just a few weeks before. He watched the fold gush over the hero that Fontane had become, yet wondered what uninformed parishioners would suppose if they knew that the good father was regularly getting black eye jobs in his function. Certainly some knew because Fontane had said that"anyone who should know, knows. We just don't go out broadcasting it ”.

In the starting time, Dott had nobly tried to stab golf hole in Fontane's improper philosophical system, but the older non-Christian priest had an answer for everything, including how it all fit neatly into gap that existed in the vows of celibacy. His explanation were so concise and the temptation so enticing that Dott had not only lost the argument, but also his will to resist.

Dott had never made an issue of Fontane's escapades because, since signing on as a counseling priest, he was getting plenty of snow occupation himself.

When Fontane was through speechmaking, Dott followed him outside to greet smiling parishioners who dressed in their Sunday honorable and seemed so wholesome. One could only inquire what sexual perversion lurked in the wickedness of their dwelling, iniquities the chief non-Christian priest wouldn't challenge as long as they remained hidden.

Fontane hugged fry, shook hands, embraced mothers, and seemed to know everyone by figure. Dott greeted the few that he had met in his brusque stay in the vale and his nerves soared when the parents of two of his bastard approached. They knew their Word were regularly blowing him yet they acted as if zip was unusual.

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

A woman with waving of bouncy blond hair and a egg white summer wearing apparel, and a jr. girl who looked similar, approached Fontane. The charwoman wrapped her weaponry around the elderly priest and gave him a wide-cut, frontal hug. When she stepped away, the younger girl hugged him the same.

While they talked, the youthful girl stood before Fontane and he ran his hands over her articulatio humeri and leaned forward to kiss the young woman's head.

How Biden-esque, Dott chuckled.

"Come here you two,"Fontane said."Want you to forgather someone."He led them to Dott and said,"This here is our new non-Christian priest, Father Simon Dott. beginner, this is my niece Hayden and her daughter Dana."

The woman extended her manus with a smile.

Despite the cocksuckers in his new life story, Dott still had an eye for pretty girls and both of them were mantrap. 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 drive and I've been form of tied up what with all the counselling and getting Father Dott started."

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

"You're right. Of course."

"Good ! Come by at 4pm so we can overtake up on lost time,"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 get up on lost time, she winked."

"So ?"

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

"You don't think I'm messin'with my niece, do you ? Hell Simon the Canaanite, I told you I never broke a 1 theatrical role 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 believe I am, some kind of hypocrite ?"

"Never head. Of course you aren't."

Still, as mid-morning became late afternoon, Herb Simon Dott struggled to get those persuasion out of his top dog and he had to because it wasn't funfair to give such mistrust when he knew that Fontane had said he disapproved of incest.

Dott needed a beguilement but William Ashley Sunday didn't commonly have appointments and he wasn't the form of man who would piece up a sound and call one of his guidance crime syndicate and ask them to bring their boy to imbibe his dick. Instead, he went to his quarters, pulled the shades, and engaged in a wonderfully successful time of day of masturbation.

It was nearly 9pm when headlamp flashed across his shaded window and he heard the familiar tweet of Fontane's remote car ignition lock. He felt guilty for his other 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 lustrous ; almost jolly. He smiled and shook his gray point."No need 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 blab out for awhile."

He poured each of them a small field glass of liquor, kicked off his brake shoe, and put his foundation on a low tabular array. They talked for some time before Dott asked the older non-Christian priest how his visit with his family had gone.

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

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

Fontane laughed and his head nodded."Yes Marvin Neil Simon, I do imply that."

Dott was aghast."Are you telling me that you let that girl suction you off ?"

"Yup. Exactly what I'm saying. You got a trouble with it ?"

"I can't believe this. Yes, I have a trouble with it. You said yourself that our vows specifically say we're not to have any phase of familiar tangency with female yet you let your grand niece soak up your peter ! There's no way you can vindicate that !"

"ha-ha. Well, I sure ain't surprised to hear the cynical sire Dott say that."

"Cynical ? ! ? begetter Fontane, you said you never broke a single role of the vow of celibacy, yet now I find out you've been sticking your dick in the mouth of a miss !"

"Oh Simon, you are quite a fusspot aren't you ? Yes, I've been gettin'my dick sucked by that female child, but maybe you don't know what you don't know."

"Suppose you enlighten me then."

Fontane pulled his ft from the board and leaned closer.

"What you don't know, Simon,"the man said, seeming to savor his associate's torture,"is that pretty young woman ain't my thousand niece."

"You said she was."

"Her name ain't Danu either."

"What are you talking about ?"

After a swig of alcohol, Fontane said,"Because Paul Simon, her name is Daniel."

"Daniel ?"

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

Dott's foreland clanged with a hundred interrogative sentence 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 Fatherhood Herbert A. Simon Dott mostly could not believe was how he had gotten an instant erection at the first of all sight of what he thought was a fille only to now check that"she"was actually a boy.

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

"This is ... This is mad !"

"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."

"Simon, 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 apt and opportunistic Dott had ever met, or the most delusional. While his upper fountainhead couldn't decide between the two, his lower head was nodding. Imagine having that cunning face and bouncy blond pilus bobbing in your lap.

"But let me tell you, It ain't all what it seems,"Fontane said."There's problems. That's the understanding I don't go out there Thomas More. Been meaning to peach to you about it."

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

Fontane poured More pot likker and brushed his hand through his cotton fiber candy-like hair."She wants to be more than of a girl and ‘ cuz of that, she wants to take cock deep as girls do. That ain't my affair. But you ... you love them deepthroat types. So I been thinkin'of telling Hayden that her daughter needs someone else, someone like you. Bet you'd love to lodge your dick in that pretty footling mouth, wouldn't you ?"

"Who ... who wouldn't ?"

"Well then, tomorrow could be your favorable 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 anticipate Hayden and tell her you'll be there at 10am. faith me boy, you're gon na need all the staying power you can get."

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

"Of course they would, Simon. We're priest, not perverts."

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

"Well Father Dott, my uncle Everett says all the right things about you. But, let's sit and public lecture 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 of the Church Fontane explained things."

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

"I ... He ... He said I'm to serve Danu with counseling."

Hayden laughed."Yes. Counseling. And that means cocksucking, doesn't it ?"

Dott was taken aback by her frankness. He shrugged. `` I ... suppose. ``

"So, you just repulse twenty miles because person told you that my daughter would suck your dick."

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

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

"okay, yes. I drove twenty mile to ... because Father-God Fontane said your daughter would ... would breastfeed my cock."

Hayden smiled and her head shook."You DO agnise how seedy 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 indisputable you take unspoiled care of my girl, if you know what I mean. Do your ‘ counselling in her room and Dana, don't answer the door until I get back. Who knows what form of degenerates 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 naut mi to put his penis in her daughter's lip, yet she was leaving !

He heard a girlish voice say,"come on !"as Dana took him by the hand and led him to a bedroom that was mostly pink and lace and squeeze animals. The"girl"was on her human knee in seconds and cooing,"Oooo, I think I'm gon na like you !"Her hand grazed the front of his black knickers, then squeezed his already-hard cock.

She fumbled with his zipper and worked it outdoors while he looked down at her middling typeface and the rapids amid rivers of thick, blond hair. She couldn't be a boy, could she ? But, did he really want to find out just then ? If she truly was a girl, then he would be breaking his vows. But then, if everyone was lying, it wouldn't be his fault.

Besides, that pleasant-tasting back talk was right there -- -right in front of him ! -- -and there was no way he would leave that house until he guided his pleasure-seeking missile right into those blue lips !

"Ooooo, I like,"the girl swooned. Her eyes never left his shaft while her finger's breadth 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 teacher and Dott's stifle nearly gave way. She pushed again and began moving slowly forward and back and forward and back. Her oral cavity was so soft and Father Simon Dott could not trust he was watching a pretty"lady friend"down on her knee joint and sucking the stiffest hard-on he could remember.

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

If her fingers had felt purely magical then her mouth felt purely mystical. His rooster jerked from her retard, soft, passionate sucking with a mouth that was altogether snugged to his cock.

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

The lady friend hummed and her head moved slightly up and down.

He closed his optic and basked in the aureole of her sweetness, cocksucking mouth. He loved the opinion as it crawl forward and back and his rock-hard stopcock absorbed every hotshot.

It was so sordid ; so wickedly demented. In a rural region of the immaculate Pristine valley, a young female child was in her sleeping room, on her genu, purring with passion, and performing viva voce sex on a priest.

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

She was break than all of those cleaning lady 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 flush of sexual climax and quickly pulled her head back.

"Dana ... I ..."He needed a few irregular to gather himself."Everett said you want to be More of a girl. To ... To see to take it deep."

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

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

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

"But ... I mean -- -"

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

The range of her sucking Fontane's prick was disturbing but it was also disturbingly hot.

"Why not now ?"he asked.

"Because, if I suck on your cock, then it will wish me. And, if you do it in my pharynx I won't get to take back and I want to swallow 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 get along back !"

She nudged him toward the death chair and he was incapacitated to her touch. His legs felt weak and he nearly fell. She was between his branch in an instant and her sassing was around his prick again and his read/write head lay back against the chair and Dana's moist and mystical backtalk began caressing his wanton and indigent hard-on.

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

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

Dott's cock demanded he put his hands on her head and push and pull and shove his pelvic arch in short-stroked unison. His external respiration was coming in pant and his body writhed and the female child kept sucking and together they worked for what they both wanted most.

His rib Cage rattled like worldly concern tremors and his clump felt like clamps and his hip stab and he held her head and his body froze and…

In the pink bedroom of a rural home, a topical anaesthetic priest ejaculated in a fille's mouth.

He shot slew after plenty of touchwood into her with such force-out that he knew he was decorating her tonsils. His entire torso was shaking and his hands were gripping her principal as he emptied his desperate testis right in the mouthpiece of the girl-who-was-a-boy.

All too soon, it was over.

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

She slowly lifted her face to face at him. Her eyes were dazed and her thick hair mussed. She opened her back talk to show the fatheaded down payment of jizz that she had received. She ran her spit through it and, with sainted eyes of a devil, her lips sealed, her throat bulged, and her mouth reopened to show that she had swallowed it all.

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

A block down that rural route, 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 buss the girlfriend of his dreaming.

Yet, when he was within eye-shot, he stopped because he saw Dana standing at her figurehead doorway talking to a priest. The boy could have slapped himself silly ! What was he thinking ? How could he make bold have such indecent view about a girl so pure 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 stimulate answered the door. If the boy had looked for her through her sleeping accommodation window, he would have seen the girl of his dreams eagerly performing oral examination sex on the erection of a man who had driven twenty international nautical mile to put his penis in her mouth.

Or, had the boy arrived a arcminute later, the priest would have been gone and the boy would have knocked on Danu's door. If she had answered, she would finally have got granted his amorous asking and he would have French kissed her. When the meter came for him to forget, Dana would say arrivederci with a giggle because she knew something that no early someone on the planet would ever cognize :

That boy who was leaving and was so proud of his achiever had just coated his own mouth with the semen of a local anesthetic priest.



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