Part 4 - Dana

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It would be soft to explicate why sire Everett Fontane was not going to discover a easygoing knock that was soon to add up to his bureau door. It would be harder to explain why the gaffer priest of Pristine vale would be seen laying with a blond boy on his office sofa.

While there would seldom be a good day for such a discovery, this day could not have been worse for Father Simon Dott because he was just returning from a mythological morning, one he had spent with Dana, Fontane's own great-niece and one arranged by Fontane himself.

Dott parked his car and checked in with Jenni Hale at the breast office. She handed him several substance and said,"founding 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 knock first though."

And so, Father Simon the Zealot Dott began a fateful trek toward a soft bang, a quietly opened door, and a brazen aspect that would alter his day and send him away in shock.

It was unconscionable ! A sixty-something non-Christian priest wrapped around an unknown boy ! It was ... evil ! Iniquity beyond iniquity ! Even Father Fontane's cleverly crafted philosophy had no tolerance for buggery yet there he was, the near forefather, humping away !

Even so, Dott also understood the dilemma that accompanied his jolt. If he confronted the old man, it would almost certainly be the end of his joy in the Valley, but if he didn't, could he inhabit with himself ?

His torment was eventually interrupted by the intercommunication system on his desk.

"Dott. You there ?"

He cleared his persuasion enough to reply,"Y ... Yes, Father Fontane."

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

Dott washed his face, mustered his courageousness, and made his way to the old man's office, still incertain of what he would do.

The blond boy was gone and Fontane's demeanor was as if nix had happened.

"How was your morning ?"the older priest asked with a obscene smile.

"It was ... It was ..."Dott squirmed."Everett, I ... I saw you."

"Saw me ? Saw me what ?"

"I knocked on your part door and I saw you ... with some boy."

Fontane stared before his dewy-eyed response,"So ?"

"You were ..."

"I was what, Simon the Zealot ?"

Well, if the old man was going to brazenly labor the outlet, 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 ? anal sex 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 butt. What else would you call it ?"

"Yeah, I was spooning him and I was fucking him from tush, 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 thought. 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 thighs. Ahhhh, so good ! Like fuckin'a charwoman. But, my pricey Herb Simon, it wasn't sex. And, it wasn't sodomy. And, it wasn't with no female. So, it all tantrum right in nice and neat, pretty often like them blowjobs you like."

While Fontane was once again a lord of systematization, Dott struggled to agree.

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

"Like what ?"

"Intimacy. We're not to have intimacy with anyone."

Father Fontane put his forearms on his desk to lean toward his associate."look Dott, you really don't want to go making a big stink about things do you ? Wouldn't it effective for you to…you know ... locate down and you and me come to an understanding ?"

Dott heard scourge in Fontane's words and felt both his resolve and vocalization soften.

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

"That's full Marvin Neil Simon. grounds it ain't ‘ affaire'is because I looked it retentive time ago. Memorized it. Intimacy is inscrutable affection like with snuggling, cuddling, romance, or intimate intercourse. I don't kiss son so therefore, I don't romance them either. Never penetrated him so wasn't intercourse. Hugging don't tally ‘ cuz we're priests. We hug everyone. And if it did count, you'd be as guilty as me."

"What ?"

"You hold cocksuckers'heads, don't ya ? Well, I was holding him, not hugging him. So no, wasn't an ounce of intimacy. And remember, 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 ice of whiskey."Here. Let's toast our new understanding."

Dott downed a mouthful of liquor and hoped it would somehow assist him to sort through all that he had heard. Since he couldn't, it was best to just let things rag, at least for the clip being.

Besides, what right did he have to judge ? in the beginning that morning time, he was the one who was pervey enough to get sucked off by a blond miss who he knew was actually a boy. And wasn't he the one who had admitted to the"fille's"female parent that he had driven twenty Swedish mile to put his phallus in her daughter's mouthpiece ? And, wasn't he the one who tried to put his peter down the girlfriend's pharynx against her will ?

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

"Good. Now, let's talk about something else. You have a good prison term 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 gumshoe down her throat ?"

"She ... She wouldn't do it. She said ‘ next meter'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 girl, so you better get that done tomorrow. But, at least 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 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 sporting lady ! She knows better, but she spends a lot of clock time on her knees, heh-heh. Like female parent, like daughter."

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When Hayden arrived with Dana the adjacent day, she pulled Dott aside and said,"facial expression Father Dott, I don't appreciate you coming to my home plate 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 dollar bill Swedish mile for her to take in 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 Father Simon Dott in that consequence as he exhaled fear-ladened breathing time in a single suspiration of relief.

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

"wellspring, who's in control here ? Who 's the adult ? Don't take no for an answer or I'll have to find soul else."

Could Pristine Valley get any freakier ? Fontane's doctrine ratified blowjobs as a service to"needy"cocksuckers. His own grandniece was actually a cocksucking boy and he had arranged for Dott to hump her mouth. Her female parent knew about it and had left for the grange where she gave uncounted cock sucking. And now, she had just commanded him to put his dick down her"daughter's"throat !

Not that he would object in any way. Despite being a boy, Dana made for one hot miss, one that made men do double-takes and kept them from ever guessing that the lawsuit of their hardons was a cocksucking boy ! Danu, with the full and thick blond hair and downcast heart. Dana, dressed in a pink tank top and beige underdrawers. Dana, smooth all over and that mouth -- -

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

"You ... You can call in me Neil Simon if you want."

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

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

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

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

"I will if you let me suck."

His zip was down and her mouth was already beginning to bolt up his voiceless shaft. Her soft, creamy mouth made him lose his will to protest. His knees felt faint and his eyes closed as he felt the Sweet, rolling champion of her mystical mouth.

Ah ... yes ... sucking, his brainpower repeated. sucking my cock you sweet trivial"girl ”.

Just outside, the choir director was leading a group of prospective pupil and their families on a enlistment of the facility. He described Dott as the"honorable and humble and giving new non-Christian priest of the Valley."As the group moved on its way, none were aware that behind the wall that separated them, the honorable and abase priest was giving his shaft to a blond schoolgirl who was actually a boy.

Dott pushed Dana away and said he couldn't take any to a greater extent of her sucking without cumming and they needed to get on to"mystifying things ”.

"Listen Dana, I have to,"he said."I have orders from my honcho and your mother."

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

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

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

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

The lady friend 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 knee and opened her mouth. Just the sight of that oral fissure ... so open ... so make ... so wet and pinkish ... made him afraid to even touch his turncock. But, he had a job to do so he took matters in-hand and brought the tip of his hard-on to her lips. Her warm breath almost made him cream. He eased it slowly into her and her mouth swarmed over it.

He put his hands on her head and said,"Just relax, Dana. Relax."He eased in a small more and then ... he felt her tight, virginal, ingress and he was reminded that the way to heaven was nail down and only a few would find it. Whether he was a non-Christian priest doing a religious service or a lust-crazed animate being with needs was beginning to not matter ! He had to fuck this"girl"and nada was going to terminate him !

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

He was desperate to bury his bone in her ; inhume his off-white deep into her and fuck her and heart one thousand thousand of his fertile spermatozoon right down her cocksucking throat !

He felt her gateway yield and his cockhead snug in the minginess of her inexperienced person and untouched mob of virtue. He was nearly gasping from pleasance. He eased forward more and ... yes ! ... the caput of his"steel"was sheathed beyond that ring. He was in ! Not all of the way yet, but once that mushroom head got past that ring of resistance, the rest was certain !

"O ... okay Dana,"he said with a trembling vocalisation."Hold still."

He gripped her nous tighter and slowly, very slowly, begetter Simon the Canaanite Dott pushed his erect penis all the way into the missy's throat. He felt her nose against his os pubis 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 real fucking that was to comply.

quint minutes, then ten, then fifteen passed before he said,"O.K. Dana, I have to do it. I have to fuck you. You're set and those are my orders."

She girl seemed uncertain but tried to nod despite having a rock-hard dick down her pharynx and two hands gripping her head.

"Good daughter. You'll be alright. Are you ready ?"

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

He began in suave fortuity, pulling back until he almost slipped from her throat and back in until her face was flush with his abdomen. Again and again. moment after minute after minute. A little more energy. Nearly half-speed. She didn't squirm or try to pull away.

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

Nobility left father Simon Dott. He no longer cared if he was doing his responsibility or doing her a Service or what anyone would intend of him. The time had come to screw the little girl of his lust-filled dreams and pump his seed into her and take over himself mystifying in that gorgeous, cocksucking oral cavity and goose egg was going to stop him !

It was no longer about her. It was about him. His need. His luxuria. His balls boiling and needing waiver.

He had a cocksucker on her knees and he was going to pass her what she came for ; what his honcho demanded ; what her female parent insisted !

If she wanted to be More of a"genuine"girl then she had to get fucked by a real man ! Any moment of their perverse pairing was all on her ! She knew before she came there that he was going to have intercourse her in the mouth ! If she didn't want it, then she should have stayed family. 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 dreary eye and wide-open mouth.

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

His organic structure yanked back slightly then jammed his firmly rod back into her soft depth as he blasted her innards again. Two, three, four more times, he rammed into her as recondite as he could go and each sentence, he pumped a wakeless Venus's curse of ejaculate into her. Two more times he did the same and on the third, he rammed it down her throat as cryptical as it would go and he let out a cardinal growling and one finale dose of ample, wooden-headed, fertile sperm.

He exhaled like an burst and realized it had been some sentence since he had taken a breath. She hadn't moved during the intact insemination physical 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 public security returned.

When it finally did, he released her head and the missy slowly slumped to the floor like a rag doll. Her hair was mussed and her center dazed. Her lips were tumescent and her face reddened. But, her eubstance writhed in a slow-motion personal manner so at to the lowest degree he knew he hadn't killed her..

His cock dripped semen. proof 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 glad ? He had fucked her like they told him to and done it so well that he had fucked the little girl into a writhing and awkward daze.

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

When they were gone, Dott met with Fontane, gave a full report card, and was patted on the back for a job well done.

But, that didn't variety how founder Herbert A. Simon Dott's insides were in turmoil.

"Everett,"he said,"I ... I 've sinned. I feel guilty."

"Why would you feel hangdog ?"the chief priest asked.

"Because ... Because it was lustfulness. 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, welcome to human beings. You wouldn't be a man if you didn't think that way when you got a bore dickhead down there slurping on your manhood."

"So, you've had those thought ?"

"Hell yes. Every time. I get a rima oris working on my dick and what else am I suppose to think about ? And, we owe it to them. They don't come to us just to wet-nurse. The job ain't discharge til we feed ‘ em semen and whatever you hafta do to gift 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 lecherousness. thoroughgoing lust."

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