Father Daniel's"Spell."by Roger and Phyllisroger falconhope123 @

I was Whitney Moore Young Jr. and nubile and also, this was the of import component part, longed for and loved coming and climaxes and all sort of thing like that which were a variety of ‘ prohibit fruit.'After all, I was not that old but my physical structure was fully developed. Nice breasts, a slender waistline and a pussy that wouldn't stop wanting attention…not to refer anal…another joy. I was all system"go"and systems were ready to go with any proffer, or no proposition at all.

Then there was this vernal priest, Father Book of Daniel, in his wickedness robe and dangling religious mark with the little Man on it…an almost naked symbol of rectitude ... erectitude ! ... …nailed to a cross but what stuck in my mind was this Man with only a loin fabric concealing his privates. It should not make been titillating but for me, a young fair sex, I imagined him stripped of that cloth, revealing a deprived, nascent penis which I would anele with my lips, lick with my tongue, act upon my feminine magic on his consistence until he was live, rear, wah lah ... glorious pulsing erectitude ! dripping with pre-cum and my body ready to bring up him and IT to an rapturous"religious"experience…me leaping on the Cross, grasping his shoulders, lifting to place and my wooden leg embracing that body, looking down at his hard cock in full display between my legs, lunging my cunt onto his voiceless cock…again and AGAIN ! Him mumbling :"Forgive me Father…but she knows what to do."touch him enter my wet body, churning me, holding Him tight and then His ejaculation and His phantasmal sperm oozing from my hot cunt. He softens, smile and I slip down, licking Him dry, both of us still shivering in a forbidden delight. Blessed Virgin Magdalene, her feverish kisses on Him, His tool milking her cunt to ecstasy had naught on our lowest min encounter. He should induce been ashamed yielding to earthly delight even with his beloved Blessed Virgin. I had no shame when it came to fucking.

But such was not to come about except in my blasphemous dream. Father Daniel's dangling cross was only a symbol that aroused my imagination…my wicked thoughts…which were now in the word form and physique of affectionately handsome, hot Father Daniel…his black robe and the cross symbolizing what was beneath his robe…as I already knew, it having been secretly revealed to me : it was a beautiful cock ready for my tending. I thought priest were circumcised but he explained that at birth there was no thought of a religious bent and thus he had foreskin with which I like to play in our little sex games. His dangling hybridisation was the only dangling thing when we were together !

Becky and I would take on turns milking that wonderful instrument of pleasure until Padre Daniel lay in an exhausted state having pleased us both. He seduced me one early afternoon after school but then the fun began as I shamed him to hold that he was a ungodly shag machine…not just with me but with both Becky and me…I loved riding him and sucking him off with a religious eagerness. He was young and virile…extremely virile…and Becky and I tasted of his virility. I called him every sinful and dirty name before, during and after our fuck sessions and it all made him hotter still.

One afternoon, Becky left early after one of our ‘ fuck sessions'and Father Daniel whispered in my ear :"Phyllis. I want to converge you away from church and spend more than prison term, alone, just with you."His run-in sent erotic chills through me ... my snatch lips spontaneously twitching ... tremble all over.

Becky and I were best friends but also competitors for the priest's attentions in some erotic way. We girls each wanted to be his favorite, I suppose. Book of Daniel continued :"I know a motel in town. Why don't we meet there…just you and me ?"I nodded and cuddled in to him…we were both naked, except for his cross resting on my breast, and exhausted and cuddling in his private room. I loved rubbing my consistence over his nudity, feeling his limp cock on my wet cunt…knowing I was the causal agent both of inflaming it and also of putting it to sleep ... surely a power of the gods ! My power over this devout one. I reached and felt his chunk and thought of seeing him alone. It was erotic to think of our ‘ secret'time without Becky sharing. I was under his ‘ Spell.'

The next day couldn't come soon enough. The motel was walking length from schooling and I walked there as soon as course was over, knocking on the room he had indicated. . I was filled with religious fervor as I knocked on the motel door. This metre, like the first fourth dimension between us, we were to be alone and I wondered about it…was aroused by the thoughts of it…all day at school. I had dressed…underdressed…for the occasion. I was already trembling in expectation because forefather Book of Daniel was a unrelenting sexual being…he would never get tired while fucking me and would pound away until I was shaking and lifting and crying…he would lick the tears from my cheeks while, even then, still finishing me off fucking away with extra strokes. Then he would lie on top of me…when I caught my breathing space I would contact between us and stroke him as he would gradually go indulgent. This was a religious experience for me.

I knocked on the room access, it opened and I entered. There was my fine-looking priest in his seductive robe…the crossbreeding dangling down suggestively. We embraced and he whispered :"You're a special daughter, Phyllis. Are you ready for your surprise ?"‘ Surprise ?'I thought. It was subdued in the room and I held on, wondering."The creed of John theme ‘ Christ wept.'” he said and I waited for my surprise."You make me weep sometimes,"he said."We have a divine intervention every time we fuck…it's like my cock gets hard just mentation of you and your body ... and your cunt."“ That's not a nice word, Father,"I teased."Nice isn't the Logos,"he said,"churchman is more like it and when it's your ‘ slit'my cock is in desperate want. And I'm not the solitary one who feels that way."

I'm not the only one I thought ? What does he mean and I hugged him tight, his cross pressing against my breasts, feeling his hard cock against my body. I wanted him just then and whispered :"My short ‘ cunt'wants you to take over it of its tension, forefather. What is my surprisal you dirty man ?"Just then the bathroom door opened and I looked to see another man of the material emerge. His grinning was Brobdingnagian and lecherous ! Another better-looking man ! I got more of those shivers at the whole melodic theme. It was to be a tierce ! Not an animal threesome with founder Daniel's dog but a man one. That had never happened to me, I was a little mark and I suddenly wished Becky was with me.

"This is founding father Jesse James from another parish. We have been protagonist and shared stories…I told him of the delicious Brigham Young nubile parishioner named Phyllis. James I and I have confided in all things. His fold is older and he is one horny devil…so he is my surprise."I looked at him then and at the door to our room."Maybe I should depart,"I said. male parent Daniel and James River looked at each other. St. James the Apostle said :"Maybe you should impart but first have a look at things."

That said, male parent James lifted his dark gown. He was fully raise. All of him and when I say ‘ all'of him there was a smashing deal in the Word ‘ all'as far as Epistle of James was concerned. He was Brobdingnagian and unbendable, flexing and already dripping."My congregants are mostly elderly,"he said,"and when Danny told me about ‘ his'little Phyllis I had to ask to join you…my cock is very needy."I looked at his facial expression, his eyes and down to his slopped penis. God ! I thought, are no priests circumcised ? My Daniel and now his friend James…both of them with foreskin.

male parent St. James approached as I thought of leaving but my hand went to him…the pass of his cock peeking out…his flesh was so hot and his rooster dripping. I grasped and moved the skin over the head of his enormous cock. It was captivating me and flexed in my hand. I bent to osculate and lick as I moved the foreskin to expose him. He tasted afters."You taste sweet,"I said, looking up at him. He smiled and I kissed and licked. sire Daniel was holding me from behind, massaging my waist and lifting my wearing apparel. It was too late to allow. I wanted to bide and love my surprise. Daniel was a very estimable priest and beside all that, my little cunt had been aching for a ride all day.

My wearing apparel now at my waist and Daniel's cock moving from behind and caressing between my ramification. I was licking and stroking his friend, James, whose fingers were in my fuzz and on my ear. I was hot and a slight scared. King James I was a monster. I didn't know if he would hurt me. I was Whitney Moore Young Jr. and lowly and so was my cunt. It was just the right size of it for a regular man or even a regular doggie but what about James ? I kissed and sucked and stroked. His nut were tightening in my helping hand. Daniel was milking me, teasing me, his turncock back and forth, from behind, between my legs, smoothing the lips of my wet cunt with his hot cock as I moved on it, undulating, and building my heat.

James pulled my face away and held me up to him with a luscious kissing."Don't,"he said,"you're going to convey me off too soon. There is a amend way to institute me off."“ I'm just a little miss,"I whispered."I don't know…"

James hands caressed my cheek, smoothing my back talk that were wet from his vast cock."You taste good,"I said. He licked my lips and smiled."Little James wants to savour you."“ He's not little,"I said and gulped for breath,"he's kind of big…huge."I let out my breath and sat on the couch, letting my dress down.

James sat beside me, holding me. Father Book of Daniel opened a bottleful :"Sacrificial wine,"he said and we all laughed."Am I the forfeiture ?"I laughed. Now I was surrounded by horny men who said :"To you, Phyllis."“ To me, the sacrificial lamb,"I said and we clicked glasses and drank. I reached under Church Father St. James'robe to try out him again. My hand seemed inadequate to the task but he was still grueling and I stroked him. He stuck out his stage and pulled up his gown, letting out a immense sigh, I looked at my Daniel :"This is a very big surprisal !"Then I leaned over St. James the Apostle for another buss and slug, his specialty flexing as I held him with both hands. It was my dragon and he was on blast. I played with the foreskin, back and Forth River,"You're going to make me cum,"James I said and I slowed and drank some more wine.

"I need to relax a little,"I said."Let me get used to the idea of being a forfeit for you two ... of my diminutive picayune twat and ‘ little'James."They clicked their crank with mine. It was silence in the room. I heard cars passing by outside. My headway was dizzy and not just from the wine. I had to cool down a bit before we got into the ‘ sacrificial lamb'part of the afternoon. What would I distinguish Becky ? What should I tell Becky ? I sort of wished Becky were here just now. I felt very vulnerable and alone but also very spear carrier hot. Thinking of Becky fucking James reassuring. I would recount her of this new experience and we would have a giggle-fest..

Daniel leaned in and kissed ; his hand under my dress, petting me."You're really wet Phyllis. Do you like my little surprise ?"he said."I'm nervous and there is zero ‘ small'about it,"I said."It'll be okay. He's a priest."“ But,"I said,"he's a very big fucking priest !"I was still playing with James I and judging his length and largeness. I changed the subject.

"You men won't like me for this but I have a fancy,"I said. William James said :"About… ?"“ I said you wouldn't like it but here goes…"I drank some more wine and told them of my Jesus fantasy…of fucking Him on the hybridization and how He liked it all and came in me…came hard. I told them all about Mary Magdalene and how they liked kissing."Tell me, father, how could Jesus ingest loved kissing her and not fondled and fucked Blessed Virgin ?"Now we were all laughing. I pulled on Daniel's crossbreeding and slapped him on the chest with it. King James looked at us and took custody of his crown of thorns and playfully slapped my breast."You're making my nipple hard !"I teased.

Now I had both priests…one on either side…and slipped their robe to their waist. They were both beautiful though of different sizing and I couldn't take my thinker of the size of James…I had never seen…or imagined…such a instrument."I don't know,"I repeated,"he's huge and I'm little."“ And slopped,"said Book of Daniel. I was a neural little girl.

James stood and took my helping hand saying :"Now's the time to find out."He pulled me to my human foot and I followed him to the bed."I know what you like footling Phyllis and I know what ‘ little James River'likes to do. He is one hungry, starved fellow these many calendar month of my good behavior."He was teasing me and I loved it. He was so conciliate and sort but I was nervous and to the full of wonder.

The time had come. He pushed me back on the bed, putting a pillow under my chief. James River reached for another pillow and lifted my seat, lifted my wearing apparel, spread apart my wooden leg. I felt a sudden chilliness where I was hot and looked between my branch to see the pass of his rooster emerge from its prepuce. It was so sexy and hot to see the Dragon come out of its cave. My dragon. Like an eye, looking at me, flexing, looking at my legs and second joint and where I was burning hot. My judgment was good of words : ‘ hungry,'‘ starved,'‘ huge,'‘ wet,'‘ cunt.'My starving cunt ! I began to relax on the soft pillows. James'hands smoothing my second joint, petting my cunt with commendation -- encouragement ... adjusting my lieu on the pillows telling me sweet, naughty matter. I was relaxing, readying for my role as lamb..

James leaned over me, kissing and licking my mouth, and I tensed in expectancy. His cock touched and played. I reached down with both handwriting. I could barely get hold of him and pushed the skin down to disclose his peter which was a cryptical pink and oozing his precum. We were two hot consistence : a priest and his penitent. He was against my cunt now, sliding along the plica, nudging my button. I shivered as he played with my stiff clit. It was hot and delicious and I lifted and held myself. His dick now parting my belittled cunt lips…kissing me again and pushing…he held my knees far apart and I felt entirely receptive, ready to be taken, to be fucked and ravished ... and, Yes ! ... skewered on his luring shaft ... his dragon in my cave.

Then his cockhead was spreading me, hurting me but hurting nice ! Slowly the tartar was setting me on firing, to a new height of hug drug and I lifted and spread myself."You're Sweet,"he said."Your bitch is beautiful and wet and…"“ Oh God ! dearest God !"I oozed."sire, you're spreading me so wide."“ You're tight Phyllis…your bitch is gripping me…unh !"I was holding myself now as the dragon was stroking, was going mystifying. I felt him along my legs and along the walls of my bitch. I began to relax and respond. He moved inside and then out. My bridge player went to his waist…our mouths kissing, breathing. I was panting with each thrust…I was going somewhere I had never been. Tears were on my cheeks…he leaned into me and I bit his ear. He punished me then with a sudden deep poke ... he had entered my body ... deep in my soul ... …his balls pounding my bottom.

I was going deaf or my head was pounding or my entire body was releasing on this colossus taking me places. I tasted the blood from his ear and swallowed and held him…HELD HIM…I opened my optic but it was a blur…I shook my head and cried out for another drive and another climax taking all my someone and body…then he slowed…don't slow…keep fucking…never…never stop…and he fucked me fully, completely, milking the pith of me ... I went dummy, shook, shuddered, bit him again, he/we finally slowed and he laid on me…an impaled unseasoned woman. I took him all ... had luxuriated in his Draco hint of fire ... a worshipful fire. I was so proud. I didn't want him to soften or leave my cunt. He belonged in my bitch and I squeezed on my flying dragon. Squeezed hard."You're beautiful,"Jesse James said and I kissed his ear where it had bled."Some girls are scared when they see it,"he said,"It can be a torment for me."I licked his ear again, tasting the pedigree, whispered :"I disagree with those girls…I think, my cunt knows, it is a endowment from God !"We snuggled in.

Father of the Church Book of the Prophet Daniel was holding my deal."Watching the two of you made me come…just watching,"he said. I looked up at him and at his cock, puckered my mouth. He moved close and I licked the last muck of his cum. I was exhausted and kissed his cock. I began to get wind again, the cars outside our room passing along the highway and it all calmed me down, back to my senses from such an afternoon. James was lying beside me and I reached out and petted his soft cock…his dragon…'slight James"all soft and tranquil. I would feature to narrate Becky all about it. She would be overjealous but I would tell her that there is this St. James and this ‘ little James.'I was sure she would forgive me for ‘ sneaking off'like I had…as long as she got a probability to enjoy the new priest and his"surprise."It was a big surprise…HUGE ! I felt so very warmly and balmy and press my niggling flying lizard which had ‘ dozed off.'I wanted that wolf to set me on firing again, soon !