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 sting and would soon see cuffs and cameras.
“Of course you did. Admit it because I don’t want to bring Dana out and then have to tell her there was a mistake. I’m sure you understand. Say it!”
“Okay, yes. I drove twenty miles to…because Father Fontane said your daughter would…would suck my cock.”
Hayden smiled and her head shook. “You DO realize how sleazy 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 sure 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 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 miles to put his penis in her daughter’s mouth, 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 stuffed animals. The “girl” was on her knees in seconds and cooing, “Oooo, I think I’m gonna like you!” Her hand 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 face 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 luscious mouth 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 juicy lips!
“Ooooo, I like,” the girl swooned. Her eyes never left his shaft while her fingers gently stroked.
She stroked for a few seconds longer before her perfect 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 soft 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 remember.
“Oh yeah, Dana,” he muttered. “Suck!”
If her fingers had felt purely magical then her mouth felt purely mystical. His cock jerked from her slow, soft, passionate sucking with a mouth that was altogether snugged to his cock.
“Do…Do you like that, Dana?” he asked after his thoughts reminded him that this was a ministry to the needy.
The girl hummed and her head moved slightly up and down.
He closed his eyes and basked in the glory of her sweet, cocksucking mouth. He loved the feeling as it crawl forward and back and his rock-hard cock absorbed every sensation.
It was so sordid; so wickedly demented. In a rural part of the immaculate Pristine Valley, a young girl was in her bedroom, on her knees, purring with passion, and performing oral sex on a priest.
Her mother knew. His boss knew. Both had given their blessing.
She was better than all of those women 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 rush of orgasm 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 eyes 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 suck!”
“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 image of her sucking Fontane’s cock 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 throat I won’t get to swallow 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 come back!”
She nudged him toward the chair and he was helpless to her touch. His legs 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 Dana’s moist and mystical mouth began caressing his wanton and needy hard-on.
She looked like a girl, 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 Dana if she insisted. He could call her anything as long as she didn’t stop sucking until he got his nuts off—for her benefit, of course.
Her head bobbed in long, even strokes. He didn’t know for how long, but in time, she shortened the strokes and quickened her pace and she hummed more.
Dott’s cock demanded he put his hands on her head and push and pull and thrust his hips in short-stroked unison. His breathing was coming in gasps and his body writhed and the girl kept sucking and together they worked for what they both wanted most.
His rib cage rattled like earth tremors and his balls felt like clamps and his hips thrust and he held her head and his body froze and…
In the pink bedroom of a rural home, a local priest ejaculated in a girl’s mouth.
He shot spate after spate of spunk into her with such force that he knew he was decorating her tonsils. His entire body was shaking and his hands were gripping her head 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 dazed and her thick 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 devil, her lips sealed, her throat bulged, and her mouth reopened to show that she had swallowed it all.
Several minutes 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 house. 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 have slapped himself silly! What was he thinking? How could he dare have such indecent thoughts 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 have answered the door. If the boy had looked for her through her bedroom window, he would have seen the girl of his dreams eagerly performing oral sex on the erection of a man who had driven twenty miles to put his penis in her mouth.
Or, had the boy arrived a minute later, the priest would have been gone and the boy would have knocked on Dana’s door. If she had answered, she would finally have granted his amorous request and he would have French kissed her. When the time came for him to leave, Dana would say good-bye 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 success had just coated his own mouth with the semen of a local priest.
[part 4 follows]
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