Father Daniel's"Spell."by Phyllisroger annerogerduncan @ sti.net

I was vernal and nubile and also, this was the important part, longed for and loved orgasm and flood tide and all kind of things like that which were a kind of ‘ preclude fruit.'After all, I was not that old but my eubstance was fully developed. Nice titty, a slender waist and a twat that wouldn't stop wanting attention…not to mention anal…another joy. I was all system of rules"go"and arrangement were ready to go with any mesmerism, or no mesmerism at all.

Then there was this young priest, Father Daniel, in his dark robe and dangling spiritual crown of thorns with the slight Man on it…an almost nude symbol of rectitude…nailed to a cross but what stuck in my judgement was this Man with only a lumbus textile concealing his privates. It should not receive been erotic but for me, a new cleaning lady, I imagined him stripped of that cloth, revealing a deprived phallus which I would anoint with my lips, lick with my tongue, work my feminine trick on his torso until he was animated, tumid, dripping with pre-cum and my body cook to stir him to a religious experience…me leaping on the hybridization, grasping his shoulders, lifting to place and my stage embracing that trunk, looking down at his strong cock in full-of-the-moon display between my legs, lunging my bitch onto his hard cock…Him mumbling :"Forgive me Father…but she knows what to do."Feeling him enter my wet organic structure, churning me, holding Him tight and then His ejaculation and His spiritual sperm oozing from my hot cunt. He softens, grin and I slip down, licking Him dry, both of us still shivering in a prohibited delight. Mary Magdalene, her feverish osculation on Him, His cock milking her puss to ecstasy had nil on our last min encounter. He should have been ashamed yielding to earthly pleasance even with his beloved Mary. I had no shame when it came to fucking.

But such was not to hap except in my profane dreams. father Book of the Prophet Daniel's dangling cross was only a symbolization that aroused my imagination…my wicked thoughts…which were now in the form and physical body of dear handsome, hot Father Daniel…his blacken 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 care. I thought non-Christian priest were circumcised but he explained that at nascence there was no idea of a religious bent-grass and thus he had foreskin with which I like to play in our petty sex games. His dangling cross was the only if dangling matter when we were together !

Becky and I would take turn milking that grand instrument of pleasure until founder Daniel lay in an wash up State having pleased us both. He seduced me one early on good afternoon after schoolhouse but then the fun began as I shamed him to admit that he was a sinful shag machine…not just with me but with both Becky and me…I loved riding him and sucking him off with a religious readiness. 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 fucking sessions and it all made him hotter still.

One good afternoon, Becky left early after one of our ‘ sleep with session'and Father Daniel whispered in my ear :"Phyllis. I want to meet you away from church and spend Sir Thomas More prison term, alone, just with you."His words sent chills through me. Becky and I were best friend but also challenger 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 au naturel, except for his cross resting on my knocker, and exhausted and cuddling in his private room. I loved rubbing my body over his bleakness, feeling his limp cock on my wet cunt…knowing I was the grounds of putting it to sleep. I reached and felt his formal and view of seeing him alone. It was titillating 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 distance from shoal and I walked there as soon as class was over, knocking on the way he had indicated. . I was filled with religious fervor as I knocked on the motel door. This time, like the outset time 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 juncture. I was already trembling in expectation because founding father Daniel was a relentless intimate 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 face while, even then, still finishing me off with supernumerary solidus. Then he would lie on top of me…when I caught my breathing time I would reach between us and stroke him as he would gradually go easy. This was a spiritual experience for me.

I knocked on the doorway, it opened and I entered. There was my handsome non-Christian priest in his seductive robe…the cross dangling down suggestively. We embraced and he whispered :"You're a peculiar lady friend, Phyllis. Are you ready for your surprise ?"‘ Surprise ?'I thought. It was tranquility in the room and I held on, wondering."The Gospel of whoremonger reports ‘ Jesus wept.'” he said and I waited for my surprise."You make me cry sometimes,"he said."We have a divine intervention every time we fuck…it's like my cock gets hard just thinking of you and your body and your cunt."“ That's not a nice Good Book, father,"I teased."Nice isn't the word,"he said,"divine is more like it and when it's your ‘ cunt'my cock is in desperate need. And I'm not the lonesome one who feels that way."

I'm not the only if one I thought ? What does he mean and I hugged him tight, his hybridisation pressing against my knocker, feeling his hard cock against my eubstance. I wanted him just then and whispered :"My lilliputian ‘ puss'wants you to relieve it of its tensions, Father. What is my surprise you dirty man ?"Just then the bathroom door opened and I looked to see another man of the cloth emerge. His grinning was huge and lecherous ! Another well-favoured man ! I got tingle at the whole approximation. It was to be a threesome ! Not an animal threesome with Father Daniel's dog but a human one. That had never happened to me, I was a little scared and I suddenly wished Becky was with me.

"This is Father James from another parish. We have been admirer and shared stories…I told him of the delicious Whitney Young nubile parishioner named Phyllis. James I and I have confided in all things. His faithful is older and he is one horny devil…so he is my surprise."I looked at him then and at the room access to our elbow room."Maybe I should leave,"I said. Father Daniel and James looked at each other. James said :"Maybe you should pull up stakes but first have a look at things."

That said, Father James lifted his shadow gown. He was fully raise. All of him and when I say ‘ all'of him there was a nifty deal in the intelligence ‘ all'as far as James was concerned. He was huge and stiffly, flexing and already dripping."My congregants are mostly older,"he said,"and when Danny told me about ‘ his'little Phyllis I had to ask to link up you…my cock is very needy."I looked at his case, his eyes and down to his stiff extremity. God ! I thought, are no priests circumcised ? My Book of Daniel and now his friend James…both of them with foreskin.

Father James II approached as I thought of leaving but my hand went to him…the head of his cock peeking out…his flesh was so hot and his cock dripping. I grasped and moved the skin over the head of his enormous rooster. It was captivating me and flexed in my hired man. I bent to osculate and work as I moved the foreskin to expose him. He tasted sweet."You taste sweet,"I said, looking up at him. He smiled and I kissed and licked. Father Book of Daniel was holding me from behind, massaging my waist and lifting my dress. It was too latterly to pull up stakes. I wanted to stay and bask my surprise. Daniel was a very good 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 pecker moving from behind and between my legs. I was licking and stroking his friend, James, whose fingerbreadth were in my hair and on my ears. I was hot and a little scared. James I was a demon. I didn't know if he would hurt me. I was vernal and modest and so was my snatch. It was just the right size for a habitue man or even a veritable doggie but what about William James ? I kissed and sucked and stroked. His balls were tightening in my hands. Daniel was milking me, teasing me, his cock back and Forth River, from behind, between my branch, smoothing the backtalk of my wet pussy with his hot cock as I moved on it and building my heat.

James II pulled my nerve away and held me up to him with a delicious kissing."Don't,"he said,"you're going bring me off too soon. There is a better way to fetch me off."“ I'm just a little fille,"I whispered."I don't know…"

St. James hands fondle my aspect, smoothing my lips that were wet from his Brobdingnagian putz."You taste good,"I said. He licked my lips and smiled."Little James wants to taste 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 sofa, letting my apparel down.

Henry James sat beside me, holding me. sire Daniel opened a bottle :"Sacrificial wine,"he said and we all laughed."Am I the sacrifice ?"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 James River'robe to see him again. My hand seemed inadequate to the task but he was still hard and I stroked him. He stuck out his ramification and pulled up his robe, letting out a huge suspiration, I looked at my Book of Daniel :"This is a very big surprise !"Then I leaned over James II for another kiss and lick, his strength flexing as I held him with both hands. It was my dragon and he was on flack. I played with the foreskin, back and forth,"You're going to make me cum,"James said and I slowed and fuddle some more wine.

"I need to relax a little,"I said."Let me get used to the idea of being a sacrifice for you two."They clicked their Methedrine with mine. It was quiet in the room. I heard cars passing by exterior. My brain was lightheaded and not just from the wine. I had to cool down a bit before we got into the ‘ Elia'role of the good afternoon. What would I order Becky ? What should I separate Becky ? I sort of wished Becky were here just now. I felt very vulnerable and alone and very hot. Daniel leaned in and kissed ; his hand under my dress, petting me."You're really wet Phyllis. Do you like my fiddling surprise ?"he said."I'm nervous,"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 duration and breadth. I changed the subject.

"You men won't like me for this but I have a fantasy,"I said. Epistle of James said :"About… ?"“ I said you wouldn't like it but here goes…"I drank some more wine and told them of my the Nazarene fantasy…of fucking Him on the crown of thorns 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, founding father, how could Jesus suffer loved kissing her and not fondled and fucked Mary ?"Now we were all laughing. I pulled on Daniel's mark and slapped him on the breast with it. Saint James looked at us and took clasp of his mark and playfully slapped my chest."You're making my nipples hard !"I teased.

Now I had both priests…one on either side…and slipped their robes to their waists. They were both beautiful though of dissimilar sizes and I couldn't direct my mind of the sizing of James…I had never seen…or imagined…such a puppet."I don't know,"I repeated,"he's Brobdingnagian and I'm little."“ And tight,"said Book of Daniel. I was a nervous little girl.

James I stood and took my hand saying :"Now's the sentence to feel out."He pulled me to my pes and I followed him to the bed."I know what you like little Phyllis and I know what ‘ short James'likes to do. He is one hungry, starved boyfriend these many month of my good behavior."He was teasing me and I loved it. He was so gentle and kind but I was aflutter and full of wonder.

The time had come. He pushed me back on the bed, putting a pillow under my read/write head. King James reached for another pillow and lifted my bottom, lifted my dress, spread apart my branch. I felt a sudden nervelessness where I was hot and looked between my legs to see the head of his shaft emerge from its foreskin. It was so sexy and hot to see the Draco come out of its cave. Like an eye, looking at me, flexing, looking at my branch and thigh and where I was burning hot. My brain was full of words : ‘ hungry,'‘ starved,'‘ huge,'‘ wet,'‘ cunt."My starving slit ! I began to relax on the diffuse pillows. William James'hands smoothing my second joint, adjusting my position on the pillows telling me seraphic things.

St. James leaned over me, kissing and licking my mouth, and I tensed in anticipation. His cock touched and played. I reached down with both hands. I could barely get hold of him and pushed the skin down to reveal his rooster which was a mystifying pink and oozing his precum. We were two hot physical structure : a priest and his penitent. He was against my cunt now, sliding along the plication, nudging my clit. I shivered as he played with my stiff clitoris. It was hot and delicious and I lifted and held myself. His cock now parting my small cunt lips…kissing me again and pushing…he held my knees far apart and I felt entirely unresolved, ready to be taken, to be fucked and ravished.

Then his cockhead was spreading me, hurting me but hurting nice ! Slowly the dragon was setting me on blast, to a new summit of ecstasy and I lifted and spread myself."You're Henry Sweet,"he said."Your cunt is beautiful and wet and…"“ Oh God ! dearest God !"I oozed."Church Father, you're spreading me so wide."“ You're crocked Phyllis…your snatch is gripping me…unh !"I was holding myself now as the Draco was stroking, was going deep. I felt him along my stage and along the bulwark of my puss. I began to loosen and reply. He moved inside and then out. My hands went to his waist…our mouthpiece 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 thrust…his balls pounding my hind end.

I was going deaf or my drumhead was pounding or my entire soundbox was releasing on this monster taking me places. I tasted the parentage from his ear and swallowed and held him…HELD HIM…I opened my eyes but it was a blur…I shook my principal and cried out for another poke and another culmination taking all my individual and body…then he slowed…don't slow…keep fucking…never…never stop…but he slowed and laid on me…an impaled young fair sex. I took him all. I was so proud. I didn't want him to soften or leave my cunt. He belonged in my twat and I squeezed on my dragon. Squeezed hard."You're beautiful,"he said and I kissed his ear where it had bled.

sire Daniel was holding my hired man."Watching the two of you made me come…just watching,"he said. I looked up at him and at his tool, puckered my lip. He moved close and I licked the live droppings of his cum. I was exhausted and kissed his dick. I began to listen the machine outside our room passing along the highway and it all calmed me down, back to my senses from such an afternoon. James I was lying beside me and I reached out and petted his soft cock…his dragon…'little James"all delicate and smooth. I would have to tell Becky all about it. She would be jealous but I would tell her that there is this James and this ‘ fiddling 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 non-Christian priest and his"surprise."It was a big surprise…HUGE ! I felt so very warm and lenient and crush my niggling dragon which had ‘ dozed off.'I wanted that beast to set me on fervency again, soon !