Part 4 - Danu

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It would be easy to explain why Church Father Everett Fontane was not going to hear a voiced knock that was soon to do to his spot door. It would be difficult to explain why the chief 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 find, this day could not have been worse for forefather Simon Dott because he was just returning from a fabulous morning, 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 Hale at the front office. She handed him several subject matter and said,"Father Fontane said he wants to see you as soon as you got back."

"Figured he would. Is he busy now ?"

"He had a direction appointment but that was an hour-and-a-half ago. I would pick apart world-class though."

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

It was outrageous ! A sixty-something non-Christian priest wrapped around an unknown boy ! It was ... iniquity ! unfairness beyond shabbiness ! Even Father Fontane's cleverly crafted doctrine had no leeway for anal sex yet there he was, the unspoiled Father, humping away !

eventide so, Dott also understood the dilemma that accompanied his stupor. If he confronted the old man, it would almost certainly be the end of his pleasance 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, founding father Fontane."

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

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

The blonde boy was gone and Fontane's conduct was as if cipher had happened.

"How was your morning ?"the older priest asked with a prurient 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 bare reply,"So ?"

"You were ..."

"I was what, Simon ?"

Well, if the old man was going to brazenly crusade the government 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 vexation about it."

"How could I not worry about it ? Sodomy is against our vows as well as your doctrine."

"buggery ?"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 behind, 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. inferno, 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 effective ! Like fuckin'a woman. But, my dear St. Simon, it wasn't sex. And, it wasn't buggery. And, it wasn't with no female. So, it all fits right in dainty and not bad, pretty much like them blowjobs you like."

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

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

"Like what ?"

"affaire. We're not to have affaire with anyone."

Father Fontane put his forearms on his desk to angle toward his familiar."Look Dott, you really don't want to go making a big stink about affair 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 words and felt both his resolve and voice soften.

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

"That's better Simon the Zealot. Reason it ain't ‘ amour'is because I looked it long time ago. Memorized it. intimacy is oceanic abyss affection like with kissing, hugging, romance, or sexual intercourse. I don't kiss boys so therefore, I don't coquette 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 son of a bitch'heads, don't ya ? Well, I was holding him, not hugging him. So no, wasn't an oz. of intimacy. And think of, it's our job to help oneself them boy so they don't go off gettin'defiled by them perverts in the city."He poured two glasses of whiskey."Here. Let's toast our new understanding."

Dott downed a taste of strong drink and hoped it would somehow avail him to sort through all that he had heard. Since he couldn't, it was best to just let affair drive, at least for the time being.

Besides, what right did he have to evaluate ? early that morn, he was the one who was pervey enough to get sucked off by a blonde young lady 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 miles to put his penis in her daughter's mouth ? And, wasn't he the one who tried to put his dick down the girl's throat against her will ?

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

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

"Still can't trust 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 finger more like a little girl, 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 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 fancy woman ! She knows better, but she spends a lot of clip on her articulatio genus, heh-heh. Like mother, like daughter."

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When Hayden arrived with Dana the succeeding day, she pulled Dott aside and said,"Look Padre Dott, I don't appreciate you coming to my home and doing what you did to my girl !"

terror 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 miles for her to absorb my cock."

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

No one in the earthly concern was more allay than Father of the Church Herbert A. Simon Dott in that bit as he exhaled fear-ladened breathing place in a undivided sigh of relief.

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

"Well, who's in ascendence here ? Who 's the adult ? Don't take no for an answer or I'll have to retrieve mortal else."

Could Pristine valley get any freakier ? Fontane's doctrine ratified cock sucking as a service to"needy"cocksuckers. His own great-niece was actually a cocksucking boy and he had arranged for Dott to lie with her mouth. Her female parent knew about it and had left for the grange where she gave uncounted blowjob. And now, she had just commanded him to put his dick 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 keep open them from ever guessing that the cause of their hardons was a cocksucking boy ! Dana, with the full and thickly blond whisker and blue eyes. Dana, dressed in a tap tank car top and beige shorts. Dana, smooth all over and that mouth -- -

"Hi beginner Dott,"Danu cooed as she moved closer.

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

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

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

She went slowly to her genu. `` But, I 'll suck so you do n't need girls. ``

Dott thought his cock would burst forth."But, you know we have to do more. You have to necessitate it deep."

"I will if you let me suck."

His slide fastener was down and her mouth was already beginning to gobble up his hard shaft. Her mild, creamy sass made him fall back his will to reject. His knees felt faint and his middle closed as he felt the sweet, rolling sensations of her secret mouth.

Ah ... yes ... suction, his nous repeated. suck my cock you sweet piddling"girl ”.

Just outside, the choir theatre director was leading a chemical group of prospective scholarly person and their families on a hitch of the facility. He described Dott as the"ethical and mortify and giving new priest of the Valley."As the group moved on its way, none were cognizant that behind the rampart that separated them, the honorable and humiliate non-Christian priest was giving his peter 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"deeper things ”.

"Listen Dana, I have to,"he said."I have edict from my chief and your mother."

The missy shrugged."O.K.. It's just ... I don't know if I can and I don't know if I want to find out out if I can't."

"Of form you can. We'll go boring. It's not the first meter I've done it with a virgin."

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

"No. I mean, your throat is Virgin. We'll go gentle. Just afford your backtalk and I'll do the rest."

The miss slumped.

'' Look Dana, I have a job to do. I 'm going to fuck you in the mouth or you might as well leave. ``

She brought herself upright on her articulatio genus and opened her rima oris. Just the sight of that mouth ... so open ... so ready ... so wet and pinkish ... made him afraid to even equal his cock. But, he had a job to do so he took matters in-hand and brought the tip of his erection to her lip. Her lovesome breath almost made him cream. He eased it slowly into her and her mouth swarmed over it.

He put his hands on her headway and said,"Just relax, Danu. Relax."He eased in a lilliputian more than and then ... he felt her tight, virgin, 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 needs was beginning to not matter ! He had to fuck this"girl"and nothing was going to kibosh him !

She gagged slightly and put her palms against his thighs as if to resist. He reminded her to relax and"Just let it pass off, Dana. Let it happen."

He was despairing to bury his bone in her ; bury his bone deep into her and have it away her and pump millions of his fertile sperm cell right down her cocksucking throat !

He felt her gateway yield and his cockhead snug in the concentration of her innocent and untasted ring of sexual morality. He was nearly gasping from pleasance. He eased forward more and ... yes ! ... the heading of his"blade"was sheathed beyond that ring. He was in ! Not all of the way yet, but once that mushroom cloud nous got past that ring of electric resistance, the quietus was certain !

"O ... okeh Dana,"he said with a trembling voice."Hold still."

He gripped her chief tighter and slowly, very slowly, begetter Neil Simon Dott pushed his erect penis all the way into the girl's throat. He felt her nozzle against his pubes and his orb 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 tangible fucking that was to follow.

Five bit, then ten, then fifteen passed before he said,"Okay Dana, I have to do it. I have to sleep with you. You're set and those are my orders."

She girl seemed unsure but tried to nod despite having a rock-hard peter down her throat and two helping hand gripping her head.

"goodness missy. You'll be fine. Are you set ?"

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

He began in smooth slash, pulling back until he almost slipped from her throat and back in until her human face was rosiness with his abdomen. Again and again. Minute after second after bit. A little more Energy. Nearly half-speed. She didn't squirm or try to pull away.

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

magnanimousness left founder Simon Dott. He no longer worry if he was doing his duty or doing her a service or what anyone would reckon of him. The metre had come to be intimate the girl of his lust-filled ambition and pump his seminal fluid into her and assuage himself deep in that gorgeous, cocksucking back talk and nix was going to stop him !

It was no farseeing about her. It was about him. His need. His lust. His balls boiling and needing release.

He had a prick on her genu and he was going to give her what she came for ; what his boss demanded ; what her female parent insisted !

If she wanted to be more of a"real"girl then she had to get fucked by a actual man ! Any consequence of their perverse pairing was all on her ! She knew before she came there that he was going to fuck her in the sassing ! If she didn't want it, then she should make stayed home. And, she certainly shouldn't have dropped to her knees in front man of a non-Christian priest who"can't have girls"and tease him with her flirty dark middle and wide-open mouth.

He was panting and gasping and pummeling her and all he could call back about was how much he wanted to cum in her ; deep in her ! And as the moments past and his lustfulness built and he felt himself approaching climax, he pulled her header to him until her fount was smashed against his dead body. His hips thrust hard as he buried his bone deep down her throat and his balls quaked and begetter Paul Simon Dott began inseminating the throat of the blond girl who was actually a cocksucking boy.

His body yanked back slightly then jammed his intemperately rod back into her soft deepness as he blasted her innards again. Two, three, four Sir Thomas More times, he rammed into her as mysterious as he could go and each clock time, he pumped a heavy Cupid's itch of seminal fluid into her. Two more meter he did the like and on the tertiary, he rammed it down her throat as deep as it would go and he let out a primal growling and one last dose of rich, thick, rich sperm.

He exhaled like an burst and realized it had been some time since he had taken a breathing place. She hadn't moved during the stallion insemination process and he wondered if she had stopped breathing as well. But, he would NOT pull out of her until his cock stopped twitching and jerking and post-copulation peace returned.

When it finally did, he released her promontory and the girl slowly slumped to the floor like a rag doll. Her whisker was mussed and her middle dazed. Her lips were puffy and her face reddened. But, her consistency writhed in a slow-motion manner so at least he knew he hadn't killed her..

His hammer dripped semen. 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 Father Fontane and Hayden be happy ? He had fucked her like they told him to and done it so well that he had fucked the girlfriend into a writhing and viscid daze.

He helped her recover and make clean 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 aloof.

When they were gone, Dott met with Fontane, gave a full phase of the moon study, and was patted on the vertebral column for a job well done.

But, that didn't change how Father Herb Simon Dott's inside 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 Dana. I did it for me. I fucked your grandniece because I'm a hopeless degenerate who could only think about how much I wanted to get my nuts off down her throat."

Fontane laughed."Well boy, welcome to humanity. You wouldn't be a man if you didn't think that way when you got a eager mother fucker down there slurping on your manhood."

"So, you've had those view ?"

"Hell yes. Every clip. I get a mouth working on my dick and what else am I suppose to opine about ? And, we owe it to them. They don't come to us just to imbibe. 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 pharynx. It was lust. Pure lust."

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