Part 3 - twenty miles

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It was Sunday morning and Father Everett Fontane had delivered a message about whiteness and the sin of the flesh and reminded his followers how hard he had worked to rid Pristine valley of the conspicuous sex deal and tug them to the mischievous city.

Seated behind the chief priest was Fatherhood Herb Simon Dott who had been re-frocked and ordained as priest in the vale just a few weeks before. He watched the congregating gush over the Cuban sandwich that Fontane had become, yet wondered what uninformed parishioners would suppose if they knew that the good sire was regularly getting reversal task 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 showtime, Dott had nobly tried to intrude hole in Fontane's unlawful doctrine, but the older priest had an answer for everything, including how it all fit neatly into gaps that existed in the vows of celibacy. His account were so concise and the temptations so enticing that Dott had not only lost the argument, but also his will to reject.

Dott had never made an effect of Fontane's adventure because, since signing on as a direction priest, he was getting sight of blow business himself.

When Fontane was through speaking, Dott followed him outside to greet smiling parishioners who dressed in their Billy Sunday best and seemed so wholesome. One could only enquire what perversions lurked in the darkness of their homes, iniquities the chief priest wouldn't challenge as long as they remained hidden.

Fontane hugged nestling, shook hands, embraced mothers, and seemed to know everyone by name. Dott greeted the few that he had met in his myopic stay in the vale and his nerves soared when the parents of two of his cocksuckers approached. They knew their sons were regularly blowing him yet they acted as if nothing was unusual.

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

A charwoman with waves of bouncy blond hair and a Patrick Victor Martindale White summer dress, and a immature girl who looked standardized, approached Fontane. The adult female wrapped her subdivision around the older non-Christian priest and gave him a good, head-on hug. When she stepped away, the vernal fille hugged him the same.

While they talked, the younger girl stood before Fontane and he ran his bridge player over her shoulders and leaned forward to kiss the young woman's head.

How Biden-esque, Dott chuckled.

"Come here you two,"Fontane said."Want you to get together someone."He led them to Dott and said,"This here is our new non-Christian priest, sire Simon the Zealot Dott. Father, this is my niece Hayden and her girl Dana."

The adult female extended her hired man with a smile.

Despite the prick in his new life sentence, Dott still had an eye for middling little girl and both of them were stunner. He just hoped his rising appreciation wasn't obvious.

The fair sex 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 counsel and getting Father 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 heavy dinner ! Besides, you can't tell me that your appointments are more authoritative than us !"

"You're right. Of course."

"Good ! Come by at 4pm so we can view up on lost clock time,"she said before they departed.

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

"Going on ?"

"Well yes. When Hayden said she wanted to trance 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 ? Hell Simon, I told you I never broke a one section 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 imagine I am, some kind of hypocrite ?"

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

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

Dott needed a distraction but Dominicus didn't commonly have appointments and he wasn't the kind of man who would pick up a phone and call one of his counseling families and ask them to bring their boy to suck his pecker. Instead, he went to his quarters, pulled the shades, and engaged in a wonderfully successful hour of masturbation.

It was nearly 9pm when headlights flashed across his shaded window and he heard the familiar tweet of Fontane's remote car locks. He felt hangdog for his earliest conversation with the man. He dressed quickly and went to the hall.

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 grayish head."No need to be apologizin'Dott. Been a great day so no need to be stirrin'up settled water."

"O.K.. fountainhead, as long as everything is all rightfulness between us."

"All right ? hellhole yes. Fact, why don't you come on in and we'll sip some tar Daniels and speak for awhile."

He poured each of them a small glassful of booze, kicked off his shoes, and put his feet on a low board. They talked for some time before Dott asked the older priest how his visit with his sept had gone.

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

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

Fontane laughed and his head nodded."Yes Simon, I do mean 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 problem with it ?"

"I can't think this. Yes, I have a problem with it. You said yourself that our vows specifically say we're not to have any mannequin of confidant middleman with female yet you let your grand niece suck your peter ! There's no way you can rationalise that !"

"Ha-ha. Well, I sure ain't surprised to hear the misanthropic father Dott say that."

"Cynical ? ! ? Father Fontane, you said you never broke a single part of the vow of chastity, yet now I find out you've been sticking your hawkshaw in the mouth of a little girl !"

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

"Suppose you enlighten me then."

Fontane pulled his foot from the mesa and leaned closer.

"What you don't know, St. Simon,"the man said, seeming to relish his associate's agony,"is that pretty female child ain't my grand niece."

"You said she was."

"Her public figure ain't Dana either."

"What are you talking about ?"

After a swig of alcoholic beverage, Fontane said,"Because Herbert Alexander Simon, her name is Daniel."

"Daniel ?"

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

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

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

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

"I ... I can't believe it."But, what Father Neil Simon Dott mostly could not believe was how he had gotten an split second erection at the start sight of what he thought was a girl only to now memorize that"she"was actually a boy.

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

"This is ... This is crazy !"

"Naw, ain't loony. 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."

"St. Simon, Simon, Herbert A. Simon, we've talked about this. call up ? If it ain't sex, it ain't sin and bj's ain't sex. So no, I didn't have sex with a relation. Happy now ?"

There just was no arguing with the man. He was either the most clever and opportunist Dott had ever met, or the most delusional. While his upper head couldn't decide between the two, his downcast headspring was nodding. Imagine having that cute fount and bouncy blonde hair's-breadth bobbing in your lap.

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

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

Fontane poured to a greater extent liquor and brushed his hand through his cotton candy-like fuzz."She wants to be more than of a girl and ‘ cuz of that, she wants to take stopcock deep as girls do. That ain't my thing. But you ... you love them deepthroat case. So I been thinkin'of telling Hayden that her daughter needs individual else, someone like you. Bet you'd beloved to stick to your dick in that pretty niggling 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 erstwhile affair. 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 promise Hayden and tell her you'll be there at 10am. trustfulness me boy, you're gon na need all the stamen you can get."

"But, no female parent would put her son ... I mean girl ... with a unadulterated stranger."

"Of line they would, Simon. We're priests, not perverts."

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father Simon Zelotes Dott hardly noticed the twenty-mile driving to Hayden's rural plate because his thoughts were so consumed with prediction. His nerves jangled as he knocked on her door and only eased slightly when she smiled and gave him a casual hug.

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

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

"I ... He ... He said I'm to avail 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 drove twenty miles because someone told you that my daughter would suck your dick."

He wondered if he had fallen into some kind of police insect bite and would soon see cuffs and cameras.

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

"okeh, yes. I drove twenty miles to ... because begetter Fontane said your daughter would ... would suck my cock."

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

"sire Dott, you make for sure you take respectable care of my daughter, if you know what I mean. Do your ‘ counseling in her room and Danu, don't answer the door until I get back. Who knows what sort 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 the great unwashed of the vale ? He had just admitted that he drove twenty miles to put his penis in her daughter's mouthpiece, yet she was leaving !

He heard a girlish spokesperson say,"cum on !"as Dana took him by the helping hand and led him to a chamber that was mostly pink and lace and stuffed animate being. The"girl"was on her stifle in sec and cooing,"Oooo, I think I'm gon na like you !"Her paw grazed the front of his black pants, then squeezed his already-hard cock.

She fumbled with his zipper and worked it open while he looked down at her pretty brass and the rapids amid rivers of midst, blonde fuzz. She couldn't be a boy, could she ? But, did he really want to ascertain out just then ? If she truly was a female child, then he would be breaking his vows. But then, if everyone was lying, it wouldn't be his fault.

Besides, that luscious rima oris was right there -- -right in front line of him ! -- -and there was no way he would leave that house until he guided his pleasure-seeking missile rightfulness into those juicy lips !

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

She stroked for a few seconds longer before her thoroughgoing brim 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 indulgent and Father Simon Dott could not think he was watching a pretty"girl"down on her human knee and sucking the sloshed erection he could remember.

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

If her fingers had felt purely wizard then her lip felt purely mystical. His cock jerked from her slow, easygoing, passionate sucking with a mouth that was altogether snugged to his rooster.

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

The female child hummed and her head moved slightly up and down.

He closed his eyes and basked in the glorification of her sugariness, cocksucking rima oris. He loved the feeling as it crawl forward and back and his rock-hard cock absorbed every wiz.

It was so sordid ; so wickedly demented. In a rural part of the undefiled Pristine valley, a untested girl was in her bedroom, on her knees, purring with mania, and performing oral examination sex on a priest.

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

She was adept 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 rush of orgasm and quickly pulled her head back.

"Dana ... I ..."He needed a few instant to meet himself."Everett said you want to be Thomas More of a little girl. To ... To learn to take it deep."

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

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

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

"But ... I mean -- -"

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

The image of her sucking Fontane's peter was disturbing but it was also disturbingly hot.

"Why not now ?"he asked.

"Because, if I suck on your cock, then it will like me. And, if you do it in my pharynx I won't get to live with and I want to accept 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 add up back !"

She nudged him toward the chairman and he was helpless to her touch. His wooden leg felt weak and he nearly fell. She was between his legs in an instant and her mouth was around his prick again and his head lay back against the chair and Danu's moist and mystical rima oris began caressing his wanton and needy hard-on.

She looked like a young woman, talked like a girl, and acted like a girl. She would fool anyone. He would call her a girl if she wanted. He would call her Danu if she insisted. He could foretell her anything as long as she didn't halt sucking until he got his junky off -- -for her benefit, of course.

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

Dott's cock demanded he put his hands on her head and push button and drag and thrust his hips in short-stroked unison. His external respiration was coming in gasps and his consistency writhed and the girl kept sucking and together they worked for what they both wanted most.

His rib batting cage rattled like earth shudder and his glob felt like clamp and his hips thrust and he held her head and his body freeze out and…

In the pinko chamber of a rural place, a local priest ejaculated in a girl's mouth.

He shot good deal after spate of spunk into her with such force that he knew he was decorating her tonsilla. His entire consistency was shaking and his handwriting were gripping her mind as he emptied his desperate balls right in the lip 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 consistency ebbed to trembling and his prick dwindled to half-hardness.

She slowly lifted her typeface to expect at him. Her eyes were stupefied and her thick hairsbreadth mussed. She opened her sass to show the boneheaded deposit of jizz that she had received. She ran her tongue through it and, with cherubic center of a Prince of Darkness, her lip sealed, her throat bulged, and her mouth reopened to show that she had swallowed it all.

Several minutes later, founding father Dott stood with her on her presence porch as they said good-bye.

A cube down that rural road, a neighbour boy had been making his way toward Dana's menage. He hoped-upon-hope that this would be the day he would finally be able to kiss the girl of his dreams.

Yet, when he was within eye-shot, he stopped because he saw Dana standing at her front door talking to a priest. The boy could cause slapped himself silly ! What was he thinking ? How could he dare ingest such untoward idea about a girl so virginal and a house so wholesome that priests regularly visited ? ! ?

He turned and walked away.

Sometimes, bad timing is a good thing.

Had the boy arrived mo earlier, Dana would not stimulate answered the threshold. If the boy had looked for her through her bedroom window, he would have seen the young woman of his dreams eagerly performing oral sex on the erection of a man who had driven twenty knot to put his penis in her mouth.

Or, had the boy arrived a minute later, the priest would sustain been gone and the boy would induce knocked on Danu's doorway. If she had answered, she would finally take granted his romantic postulation and he would get French kissed her. When the time came for him to leave, Dana would say good day with a giggle because she knew something that no other person on the planet would ever know :

That boy who was leaving and was so proud of his succeeder had just coated his own oral cavity with the ejaculate of a topical anaesthetic priest.



[ part 4 follows ]