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

I was young and nubile and also, this was the important section, longed for and loved climax and climaxes and all form of thing like that which were a kind of ‘ forbidden fruit.'After all, I was not that old but my trunk was fully developed. Nice breasts, a slender waistline and a cunt that wouldn't stop wanting attention…not to note anal…another joy. I was all systems"go"and systems were ready to go with any hypnotism, or no proposition at all.

Then there was this offspring priest, Father of the Church Daniel, in his dark gown and dangling religious hybrid 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 cloth concealing his genitals. It should not deliver been erotic but for me, a Danton True Young woman, I imagined him stripped of that cloth, revealing a deprived, nascent penis which I would anoint with my rim, lick with my tongue, ferment my womanly magic on his body until he was alive, erect, wah lah ... magnificent pulsing erectitude ! dripping with pre-cum and my dead body make to bring up him and IT to an ecstatic"religious"experience…me leaping on the crown of thorns, grasping his articulatio humeri, lifting to stead and my stage embracing that body, looking down at his hard cock in wide display between my legs, lunging my bitch onto his heavily cock…again and AGAIN ! Him mumbling :"Forgive me Father…but she knows what to do."Feeling him enter my wet consistency, churning me, holding Him tight and then His interjection and His spiritual sperm oozing from my hot cunt. He softens, smiling and I slip down, licking Him dry, both of us still shivering in a forbidden delight. The Virgin Magdalene, her feverish kisses on Him, His cock milking her cunt to ecstasy had nothing on our last arcminute showdown. He should have been ashamed yielding to earthly pleasure even with his dear Mary. I had no pity when it came to fucking.

But such was not to happen except in my sacrilegious dreams. Father Book of Daniel's dangling cross was only a symbol that aroused my imagination…my wicked thoughts…which were now in the build and form of love handsome, hot Father Daniel…his bootleg robe and the interbreeding 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 attentions. I thought priest were circumcised but he explained that at birth there was no theme of a religious hang and thus he had foreskin with which I like to play in our picayune sex game. His dangling cross was the only dangling matter when we were together !

Becky and I would take turn milking that terrific instrument of pleasure until founder Daniel lay in an exhausted state having proud of us both. He seduced me one early afternoon after school day but then the fun began as I shamed him to admit that he was a extraordinary fucking machine…not just with me but with both Becky and me…I loved riding him and sucking him off with a religious forwardness. 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 good afternoon, Becky left early after one of our ‘ fuck academic term'and Father Daniel whispered in my ear :"Phyllis. I want to meet you away from church and spend more sentence, alone, just with you."His words sent titillating chills through me ... my bitch lips spontaneously twitching ... shivers all over.

Becky and I were best friends but also competition for the non-Christian priest's tending in some erotic way. We girls each wanted to be his favored, I suppose. Book of the Prophet Daniel continued :"I know a motel in townsfolk. 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 hybridisation resting on my breast, and exhausted and cuddling in his private room. I loved rubbing my body over his nakedness, feeling his limp prick on my wet cunt…knowing I was the campaign both of inflaming it and also of putting it to kip ... surely a power of the gods ! My powerfulness over this devout one. I reached and felt his balls 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 distance from school and I walked there as soon as class was over, knocking on the way he had indicated. . I was filled with religious ardor as I knocked on the motel threshold. This time, like the first time between us, we were to be alone and I wondered about it…was aroused by the persuasion of it…all day at school. I had dressed…underdressed…for the occasion. I was already trembling in anticipation because male parent Book of the Prophet 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 bout from my cheeks while, even then, still finishing me off fucking away with spare strokes. Then he would lie on top of me…when I caught my hint I would pass between us and stroke him as he would gradually go delicate. This was a religious experience for me.

I knocked on the door, it opened and I entered. There was my handsome priest in his seductive robe…the hybrid dangling down suggestively. We embraced and he whispered :"You're a especial girl, Phyllis. Are you ready for your surprisal ?"‘ surprisal ?'I thought. It was quiet in the way and I held on, wondering."The creed of St. John reports ‘ Jesus wept.'” he said and I waited for my surprisal."You make me weep sometimes,"he said."We have a churchman intervention every time we fuck…it's like my cock gets hard just thought of you and your body ... and your cunt."“ That's not a nice parole, Father,"I teased."Nice isn't the news,"he said,"churchman is more like it and when it's your ‘ cunt'my peter is in desperate need. And I'm not the only one who feels that way."

I'm not the only one I thought ? What does he mean and I hugged him tight, his cross press against my breasts, feeling his difficult cock against my body. I wanted him just then and whispered :"My little ‘ pussy'wants you to exempt 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 smile was vast and lecherous ! Another good-looking man ! I got more of those shivers at the unhurt idea. It was to be a threesome ! Not an beast threesome with forefather Book of Daniel's dog but a man one. That had never happened to me, I was a little daunt and I suddenly wished Becky was with me.

"This is Father James from another parish. We have been acquaintance and shared stories…I told him of the delightful young nubile parishioner named Phyllis. William James and I have confided in all thing. His congregation is older and he is one horny devil…so he is my surprise."I looked at him then and at the threshold to our way."Maybe I should leave,"I said. Father Daniel and James looked at each other. James said :"Maybe you should leave but first have a look at things."

That said, Fatherhood Jesse James lifted his dark robe. He was fully erect. All of him and when I say ‘ all'of him there was a great spate in the word ‘ all'as far as James was concerned. He was huge and stiff, flex and already dripping."My congregants are mostly senior,"he said,"and when Danny told me about ‘ his'little Phyllis I had to ask to unite you…my cock is very needy."I looked at his typeface, his eyes and down to his unbendable appendage. God ! I thought, are no priests circumcised ? My Daniel and now his friend James…both of them with foreskin.

Father James IV approached as I thought of leaving but my hand went to him…the head of his putz peeking out…his material body was so hot and his stopcock dripping. I grasped and moved the skin over the straits of his enormous tool. It was captivating me and flexed in my manus. I bent to osculate and lick as I moved the foreskin to reveal him. He tasted sweet."You taste angelical,"I said, looking up at him. He smiled and I kissed and licked. Father Book of Daniel was holding me from behind, massaging my waistline and lifting my dress. It was too late to leave. I wanted to ride out and love my surprise. Daniel was a very good priest and beside all that, my footling cunt had been aching for a ride all day.

My apparel now at my waist and Book of the Prophet Daniel's pecker moving from behind and caressing between my legs. I was licking and stroking his protagonist, Henry James, whose digit were in my fuzz and on my ear. I was hot and a little scared. James was a monster. I didn't know if he would hurt me. I was untested and diminished and so was my pussy. It was just the right size for a habitue man or even a veritable doggie but what about Henry James ? I kissed and sucked and stroked. His formal were tightening in my hands. Daniel was milking me, teasing me, his putz back and Forth, from behind, between my legs, smoothing the sassing of my wet cunt with his hot cock as I moved on it, undulating, and building my heat.

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

James hands caress my face, smoothing my lips that were wet from his huge cock."You taste full,"I said. He licked my lips and smiled."piddling James wants to try you."“ He's not little,"I said and gulped for breath,"he's kind of big…huge."I let out my breathing place and sat on the couch, letting my dress down.

Saint James sat beside me, holding me. Church Father Daniel opened a bottle :"Sacrificial wine-coloured,"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 Father James'robe to examine him again. My hand seemed inadequate to the task but he was still hard and I stroked him. He stuck out his legs and pulled up his robe, letting out a huge suspiration, I looked at my Daniel :"This is a very big surprise !"Then I leaned over James IV for another osculation and lick, his metier flexing as I held him with both hands. It was my dragon and he was on fire. I played with the foreskin, back and forth,"You're going to make me cum,"Saint James said and I slowed and drank some more wine.

"I need to unlax a short,"I said."Let me get used to the idea of being a sacrifice for you two ... of my tiny little cunt and ‘ picayune'James."They clicked their glasses with mine. It was tranquil in the room. I heard elevator car passing by outside. My pass was dizzy and not just from the wine. I had to chill down a bit before we got into the ‘ sacrificial Elia'part of the afternoon. What would I tell Becky ? What should I enjoin Becky ? I sort of wished Becky were here just now. I felt very vulnerable and alone but also very supernumerary hot. Thinking of Becky fucking James reassuring. I would evidence her of this new experience and we would own a giggle-fest..

Book of Daniel leaned in and kissed ; his helping hand under my clothes, petting me."You're really wet Phyllis. Do you like my little surprise ?"he said."I'm nervous and there is nothing ‘ footling'about it,"I said."It'll be okay. He's a priest."“ But,"I said,"he's a very big screwing priest !"I was still playing with Henry James and judging his length and breadth. I changed the subject.

"You men won't like me for this but I have a phantasy,"I said. Jesse James said :"About… ?"“ I said you wouldn't like it but here goes…"I drank some more wine and told them of my Saviour fantasy…of fucking Him on the crossbreed and how He liked it all and came in me…came hard. I told them all about Mary Magdalene and how they liked kissing."William Tell me, Father, how could Jesus have loved kissing her and not fondled and fucked Mary ?"Now we were all laughing. I pulled on Book of Daniel's cross and slapped him on the chest with it. James River looked at us and took hold of his cross and playfully slapped my chest."You're making my pap 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 unlike sizing and I couldn't remove my mind of the size of James…I had never seen…or imagined…such a tool."I don't know,"I repeated,"he's huge and I'm little."“ And tight,"said Daniel. I was a nervous piffling girl.

William James stood and took my hand saying :"Now's the time to witness out."He pulled me to my ft and I followed him to the bed."I know what you like little Phyllis and I know what ‘ little Saint James'likes to do. He is one hungry, starved feller these many calendar month of my just behavior."He was teasing me and I loved it. He was so placate and sort but I was nervous and full of wonder.

The metre had come. He pushed me back on the bed, putting a pillow under my straits. Henry James reached for another pillow and lifted my posterior, lifted my wearing apparel, spread apart my wooden leg. I felt a sudden frigidness where I was hot and looked between my stage to see the head word of his prick emerge from its foreskin. It was so sexy and hot to see the tartar 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 mind was full of words : ‘ hungry,'‘ starved,'‘ huge,'‘ wet,'‘ cunt.'My starving cunt ! I began to relax on the soft pillows. James I'hands smoothing my thigh, petting my cunt with approval -- encouragement ... adjusting my position on the pillows telling me sweetness, racy things. I was relaxing, readying for my part as lamb..

James leaned over me, kissing and licking my mouth, and I tensed in anticipation. His tool touched and played. I reached down with both hands. I could barely get hold of him and pushed the skin down to unwrap his putz which was a late pink and oozing his precum. We were two hot eubstance : a priest and his penitent. He was against my cunt now, sliding along the folds, nudging my button. 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 diminished cunt lips…kissing me again and pushing…he held my human knee far apart and I felt entirely afford, 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 flying lizard was setting me on fire, to a new height of ecstasy and I lifted and spread myself."You're sweet,"he said."Your cunt is beautiful and wet and…"“ Oh God ! Dear God !"I oozed."Father, you're spreading me so wide."“ You're tight Phyllis…your cunt is gripping me…unh !"I was holding myself now as the flying lizard was stroking, was going deep. I felt him along my legs and along the paries of my cunt. I began to relax and answer. He moved inside and then out. My hands went to his waist…our sass 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 thrust ... he had entered my body ... deep in my soul ... …his balls pounding my prat.

I was going deaf or my head was pounding or my entire body was releasing on this monster taking me property. I tasted the blood from his ear and swallowed and held him…HELD HIM…I opened my eye but it was a blur…I shook my head and cried out for another push and another climax taking all my soul and body…then he slowed…don't slow…keep fucking…never…never stop…and he fucked me fully, completely, milking the essence of me ... I went blank, shook, shuddered, bit him again, he/we finally slowed and he laid on me…an impaled young womanhood. I took him all ... had luxuriated in his dragon breath of fire ... a godly flak. I was so proud. I didn't want him to soften or leave my pussy. He belonged in my cunt and I squeezed on my flying dragon. Squeezed hard."You're beautiful,"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 curse for me."I licked his ear again, tasting the stemma, whispered :"I disagree with those girls…I think, my cunt knows, it is a gift from God !"We snuggled in.

Father Book of the Prophet Daniel was holding my hired hand."Watching the two of you made me come…just observation,"he said. I looked up at him and at his cock, puckered my rim. He moved close and I licked the last dung of his cum. I was exhausted and kissed his dick. I began to get wind again, the railroad car outside our room passing along the main road and it all calmed me down, back to my sensory faculty from such an afternoon. James was lying beside me and I reached out and petted his lenient cock…his dragon…'niggling James"all cushy and politic. I would have to tell Becky all about it. She would be green-eyed but I would severalise her that there is this James and this ‘ little James.'I was sure she would forgive me for ‘ sneaking off'like I had…as long as she got a fortune to enjoy the new priest and his"surprise."It was a big surprise…HUGE ! I felt so very warm and voiced and thrust my little dragon which had ‘ dozed off.'I wanted that beast to set me on fire again, soon !