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

I was young and marriageable and also, this was the important part, longed for and loved orgasms and sexual climax and all sort of things like that which were a kind of ‘ foreclose fruit.'After all, I was not that old but my body was fully developed. overnice breast, a slender waist and a cunt that wouldn't stop wanting attention…not to cite anal…another joy. I was all systems"go"and systems were fix to go with any proffer, or no mesmerism at all.

Then there was this Whitney Young priest, forefather Daniel, in his darkness gown and dangling religious crossbreed with the little Man on it…an almost naked symbolization of rectitude…nailed to a Cross but what stuck in my thinker was this Man with only a lumbus cloth concealing his genital organ. It should not have been erotic but for me, a young woman, I imagined him stripped of that cloth, revealing a deprived penis which I would oil with my lips, lap with my tongue, work my feminine conjuration on his body until he was alive, erect, dripping with pre-cum and my consistence set up to stir him to a spiritual experience…me leaping on the cross, grasping his articulatio humeri, lifting to spatial relation and my branch embracing that body, looking down at his hard turncock in wide show between my wooden leg, lunging my bitch onto his hard cock…Him mumbling :"Forgive me Father…but she knows what to do."Feeling him enter my wet body, churning me, holding Him tight and then His ejaculation and His spiritual sperm oozing from my hot bitch. He softens, grinning and I slip down, licking Him dry, both of us still shivering in a veto delight. Mary Magdalene, her feverish osculation on Him, His cock milking her cunt to ecstasy had nothing on our endure minute encounter. He should sustain been ashamed yielding to earthly delight even with his love Madonna. I had no shame when it came to fucking.

But such was not to happen except in my profane pipe dream. beginner Daniel's dangling cross was only a symbol that aroused my imagination…my wicked thoughts…which were now in the form and flesh of honey handsome, hot Father Daniel…his Shirley Temple 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 stopcock ready for my attentions. I thought priests were circumcised but he explained that at birth there was no theme of a religious bent and thus he had foreskin with which I like to play in our slight sex games. His dangling hybridisation was the lone dangling matter when we were together !

Becky and I would take turns milking that wondrous instrument of joy until begetter Daniel lay in an tucker out State Department having pleased us both. He seduced me one early good afternoon after school day but then the fun began as I shamed him to admit that he was a sinful fucking machine…not just with me but with both Becky and me…I loved riding him and sucking him off with a religious ardour. He was young and virile…extremely virile…and Becky and I tasted of his virility. I called him every sinful and dirty figure before, during and after our nookie Sessions and it all made him hotter still.

One afternoon, Becky left early after one of our ‘ fuck sessions'and Father Book of the Prophet Daniel whispered in my ear :"Phyllis. I want to meet you away from church and drop more prison term, alone, just with you."His Word sent shiver through me. Becky and I were best friends but also contender for the priest's attentions in some erotic way. We girls each wanted to be his deary, I suppose. 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 bare, except for his cross resting on my bosom, and exhausted and cuddling in his private room. I loved rubbing my body over his nudeness, feeling his limp prick on my wet cunt…knowing I was the cause of putting it to sleep. I reached and felt his balls and thought of seeing him alone. It was titillating to think of our ‘ orphic'metre without Becky sharing. I was under his ‘ Spell.'

The succeeding day couldn't come soon enough. The motel was walking distance from school day and I walked there as soon as class was over, knocking on the room he had indicated. . I was filled with religious fire as I knocked on the motel door. This meter, like the showtime time between us, we were to be alone and I wondered about it…was aroused by the mentation of it…all day at school. I had dressed…underdressed…for the social occasion. I was already trembling in anticipation because Father Daniel was a persistent intimate being…he would never get tired while fucking me and would pound away until I was shaking and lifting and crying…he would drub the weeping from my cheeks while, even then, still finishing me off with extra stroking. Then he would lie on top of me…when I caught my breath I would reach between us and stroke him as he would gradually go soft. This was a religious experience for me.

I knocked on the room access, it opened and I entered. There was my handsome priest in his seductive robe…the cross dangling down suggestively. We embraced and he whispered :"You're a exceptional girl, Phyllis. Are you ready for your surprise ?"‘ surprise ?'I thought. It was quiet in the elbow room and I held on, wondering."The Gospel of John study ‘ Redeemer wept.'” he said and I waited for my surprisal."You make me weep sometimes,"he said."We have a divine interposition every metre we fuck…it's like my cock gets hard just thinking of you and your body and your cunt."“ That's not a courteous news, Father,"I teased."Nice isn't the Scripture,"he said,"churchman is more like it and when it's your ‘ cunt'my pecker is in desperate need. And I'm not the merely one who feels that way."

I'm not the only one I thought ? What does he mean and I hugged him tight, his crisscross press against my breasts, feeling his toilsome cock against my body. I wanted him just then and whispered :"My fiddling ‘ twat'wants you to unbosom it of its tensions, Father. What is my surprisal you dirty man ?"Just then the bathroom door opened and I looked to see another man of the cloth emerge. His smile was huge and lecherous ! Another fine-looking man ! I got tingle at the unscathed theme. It was to be a threesome ! Not an animal terzetto 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 founding father James from another parish. We have been friends and shared stories…I told him of the delicious youth nubile parishioner named Phyllis. James and I have confided in all things. His congregation is elder and he is one horny devil…so he is my surprise."I looked at him then and at the threshold to our room."Maybe I should leave,"I said. Church Father Daniel and James looked at each other. James said :"Maybe you should result but first have a look at things."

That said, Father James River lifted his dark robe. He was fully erect. All of him and when I say ‘ all'of him there was a nifty hatful in the Good Book ‘ all'as far as James was concerned. He was huge and stiff, 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 connect you…my cock is very needy."I looked at his face, his center and down to his starchy penis. God ! I thought, are no priests circumcised ? My Daniel and now his Quaker James…both of them with foreskin.

founding father St. James the Apostle approached as I thought of leaving but my hand went to him…the header of his cock peeking out…his material body was so hot and his cock dripping. I grasped and moved the peel over the principal of his tremendous prick. It was captivating me and flexed in my bridge player. I bent to kiss and lick as I moved the foreskin to unwrap him. He tasted sweet."You taste sugared,"I said, looking up at him. He smiled and I kissed and licked. Father Daniel was holding me from behind, massaging my shank and lifting my dress. It was too late to leave. I wanted to bide and delight my surprisal. Daniel was a very secure priest and beside all that, my little bitch had been aching for a ride all day.

My dress now at my waist and Daniel's cock moving from behind and between my legs. I was licking and stroking his friend, James River, whose fingers were in my hair and on my capitulum. I was hot and a little scared. James was a monster. I didn't know if he would bruise me. I was young and small and so was my cunt. It was just the right size of it for a regular man or even a regular doggy but what about Epistle of James ? I kissed and sucked and stroked. His balls were tightening in my deal. Daniel was milking me, teasing me, his hammer back and Forth, from behind, between my branch, smoothing the lips of my wet cunt with his hot stopcock as I moved on it and building my heat.

Henry James pulled my face away and held me up to him with a scrumptious kissing."Don't,"he said,"you're going bring me off too soon. There is a better way to bring me off."“ I'm just a small lady friend,"I whispered."I don't know…"

James hands fondle my face, smoothing my sass that were wet from his huge pecker."You taste trade good,"I said. He licked my lips and smiled."Little James wants to smack you."“ He's not little,"I said and gulped for breath,"he's sort of big…huge."I let out my breather and sat on the couch, letting my attire down.

James sat beside me, holding me. Father-God Daniel opened a feeding bottle :"Sacrificial wine,"he said and we all laughed."Am I the forfeiture ?"I laughed. Now I was surrounded by steamy men who said :"To you, Phyllis."“ To me, the sacrificial lamb,"I said and we clicked glasses and drank. I reached under begetter James'gown to examine him again. My hand seemed unequal to the project but he was still hard and I stroked him. He stuck out his peg and pulled up his robe, letting out a huge suspiration, I looked at my Daniel :"This is a very big surprisal !"Then I leaned over James for another candy kiss and salt lick, his enduringness flexing as I held him with both hands. It was my dragon and he was on fervidness. I played with the foreskin, back and forth,"You're going to clear me cum,"James 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 sacrifice for you two."They clicked their glasses with mine. It was quiet in the room. I heard cars passing by outside. My head was dizzy and not just from the wine. I had to cool down down a bit before we got into the ‘ Charles Lamb'part of the afternoon. What would I enjoin Becky ? What should I state Becky ? I form of wished Becky were here just now. I felt very vulnerable and alone and very hot. Daniel leaned in and kissed ; his manus under my apparel, petting me."You're really wet Phyllis. Do you like my small surprise ?"he said."I'm skittish,"I said."It'll be okay. He's a priest."“ But,"I said,"he's a very big nookie priest !"I was still playing with St. James and judging his length and breadth. I changed the subject.

"You men won't like me for this but I have a illusion,"I said. James said :"About… ?"“ I said you wouldn't like it but here goes…"I drank some more wine-colored and told them of my Jesus fantasy…of fucking Him on the crossbreeding and how He liked it all and came in me…came laborious. I told them all about Virgin Mary Magdalene and how they liked kissing."Tell me, fathers, how could Jesus consume loved kissing her and not fondled and fucked Blessed Virgin ?"Now we were all laughing. I pulled on Daniel's cross and slapped him on the chest with it. Epistle of James looked at us and took clasp of his cross and playfully slapped my thorax."You're making my tit hard !"I teased.

Now I had both priests…one on either side…and slipped their robes to their waistline. They were both beautiful though of different sizing and I couldn't take my mind of the size of James…I had never seen…or imagined…such a tool."I don't know,"I repeated,"he's Brobdingnagian and I'm little."“ And soaked,"said Daniel. I was a queasy slight girl.

James stood and took my bridge player saying :"Now's the time to discover out."He pulled me to my feet and I followed him to the bed."I know what you like piffling Phyllis and I know what ‘ little Saint James the Apostle'likes to do. He is one hungry, starved fellow these many months of my unspoiled behavior."He was teasing me and I loved it. He was so mollify and kind but I was queasy and good of wonder.

The time had come. He pushed me back on the bed, putting a pillow under my chief. James reached for another pillow and lifted my rump, lifted my dress, spread apart my legs. I felt a sudden coolness where I was hot and looked between my pegleg to see the promontory of his tool emerge from its foreskin. It was so sexy and hot to see the dragon come out of its cave. Like an eye, looking at me, flexing, looking at my branch and thighs and where I was burning hot. My idea was full of actor's line : ‘ hungry,'‘ starved,'‘ immense,'‘ wet,'‘ cunt."My starving cunt ! I began to relax on the sonant pillows. James'hands smoothing my second joint, adjusting my position on the pillows telling me sweet things.

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 handgrip of him and pushed the skin down to reveal his cock which was a abstruse garden pink and oozing his precum. We were two hot organic structure : a priest and his penitent. He was against my cunt now, sliding along the sheepfold, nudging my clit. I shivered as he played with my stiff clit. It was hot and delicious and I lifted and held myself. His hammer now parting my diminished cunt lips…kissing me again and pushing…he held my knee far apart and I felt entirely capable, make 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 flak, to a new height of cristal and I lifted and spread myself."You're sweet,"he said."Your cunt is beautiful and wet and…"“ Oh God ! beloved God !"I oozed."founding father, you're spreading me so wide."“ You're loaded Phyllis…your pussy is gripping me…unh !"I was holding myself now as the dragon was stroking, was going deep. I felt him along my legs and along the rampart of my cunt. I began to relax and respond. He moved inside and then out. My work force went to his waist…our rima oris 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 arse.

I was going deaf or my headspring was pounding or my intact body was releasing on this fiend taking me lieu. I tasted the blood line from his ear and swallowed and held him…HELD HIM…I opened my eyes but it was a blur…I shook my header and cried out for another thrust and another coming taking all my soul and body…then he slowed…don't slow…keep fucking…never…never stop…but he slowed and laid on me…an impaled young woman. I took him all. I was so proud. I didn't want him to buffer or leave my cunt. He belonged in my cunt and I squeezed on my dragon. Squeezed hard."You're beautiful,"he said and I kissed his ear where it had bled.

Father Daniel was holding my hand."Watching the two of you made me come…just watching,"he said. I looked up at him and at his peter, puckered my sass. He moved close and I licked the last muck of his cum. I was exhausted and kissed his cock. I began to get a line the cars outside our elbow room passing along the main road and it all calmed me down, back to my Mary Jane from such an afternoon. King James I was lying beside me and I reached out and petted his flabby cock…his dragon…'petty James"all soft and shine. I would have to tell Becky all about it. She would be green-eyed but I would evidence her that there is this James River and this ‘ little James.'I was for sure she would forgive me for ‘ sneaking off'like I had…as long as she got a hazard to enjoy the new non-Christian priest and his"surprise."It was a big surprise…HUGE ! I felt so very warm and soft and embrace my petty dragon which had ‘ dozed off.'I wanted that beast to set me on ardor again, soon !