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

I was Brigham Young and nubile and also, this was the significant function, longed for and loved orgasms and culmination and all kinds of things like that which were a form of ‘ forbidden fruit.'After all, I was not that old but my trunk was fully developed. skillful breasts, a slender waist and a pussycat that wouldn't stop wanting attention…not to note anal…another joy. I was all organization"go"and system of rules were ready to go with any trace, or no suggestion at all.

Then there was this untested priest, begetter Daniel, in his dark robe and dangling spiritual crown of thorns with the little Man on it…an almost raw symbol of rectitude…nailed to a cross but what stuck in my idea was this Man with only a loin cloth concealing his privates. It should not suffer been erotic but for me, a young cleaning lady, I imagined him stripped of that material, revealing a deprived penis which I would anoint with my sassing, clout with my tongue, work my feminine legerdemain on his soundbox until he was alive, erect, dripping with pre-cum and my body ready to stir him to a religious experience…me leaping on the cross, grasping his shoulder, lifting to spatial relation and my ramification embracing that body, looking down at his difficult tool in full display between my legs, lunging my cunt onto his toilsome 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 spermatozoon oozing from my hot cunt. He softens, smile and I slip down, licking Him dry, both of us still shivering in a disallow delectation. Mary Magdalene, her feverish kisses on Him, His hammer milking her cunt to ecstasy had naught on our last min coming upon. He should take in been ashamed yielding to earthly pleasance even with his love Blessed Virgin. I had no disgrace when it came to fucking.

But such was not to happen except in my blasphemous pipe dream. Padre Daniel's dangling cross was only a symbol that aroused my imagination…my wicked thoughts…which were now in the signifier and frame of dear 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 putz ready for my attentions. I thought priest were circumcised but he explained that at birth there was no idea of a religious hang and thus he had foreskin with which I like to play in our piffling sex games. His dangling cross was the only if dangling thing when we were together !

Becky and I would take turns milking that terrific instrument of pleasure until Father Daniel lay in an exhausted commonwealth having pleased us both. He seduced me one early afternoon after school 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 zeal. 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 school term and it all made him hotter still.

One afternoon, Becky left early after one of our ‘ get it on academic term'and Father-God Daniel whispered in my ear :"Phyllis. I want to meet you away from church and spend more time, alone, just with you."His words sent chill 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 favorite, I suppose. 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 boob, and exhausted and cuddling in his private room. I loved rubbing my body over his openness, feeling his hitch prick on my wet cunt…knowing I was the cause of putting it to catch some Z's. 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 succeeding day couldn't come soon enough. The motel was walking space from school day and I walked there as soon as family was over, knocking on the elbow room he had indicated. . I was filled with religious inflammation as I knocked on the motel room access. This time, like the kickoff 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 occasion. I was already trembling in prediction because Father Book of Daniel was a persistent sexual being…he would never get tired while fucking me and would Irish punt away until I was shaking and lifting and crying…he would lick the binge from my impudence while, even then, still finishing me off with extra strokes. Then he would lie on top of me…when I caught my breath I would touch between us and stroke him as he would gradually go gentle. This was a religious experience for me.

I knocked on the door, it opened and I entered. There was my bountiful priest in his seductive robe…the Cross dangling down suggestively. We embraced and he whispered :"You're a particular little girl, Phyllis. Are you gear up for your surprise ?"‘ Surprise ?'I thought. It was quiet in the room and I held on, wondering."The Gospel of John reports ‘ Jesus wept.'” he said and I waited for my surprisal."You make me weep sometimes,"he said."We have a ecclesiastic interference every time we fuck…it's like my turncock gets hard just thinking of you and your eubstance and your cunt."“ That's not a skillful word, Father-God,"I teased."Nice isn't the word,"he said,"divine is more like it and when it's your ‘ cunt'my stopcock is in desperate motivation. And I'm not the only one who feels that way."

I'm not the only one I thought ? What does he think of and I hugged him tight, his hybridization pressing against my breasts, feeling his operose cock against my consistence. I wanted him just then and whispered :"My little ‘ snatch'wants you to still it of its tensions, Father. What is my surprise you dirty man ?"Just then the bath door opened and I looked to see another man of the cloth emerge. His smile was huge and lecherous ! Another good-looking man ! I got shivers at the whole thought. 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 slight scared and I suddenly wished Becky was with me.

"This is begetter James from another parish. We have been friends and shared stories…I told him of the delicious Lester Willis Young nubile parishioner named Phyllis. William James and I have confided in all matter. His congregation is Old 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 get out,"I said. father Daniel and James looked at each other. William James said :"Maybe you should exit but first have a look at things."

That said, Father James II lifted his dark gown. He was fully raise. All of him and when I say ‘ all'of him there was a great flock in the word ‘ all'as far as Henry James was concerned. He was huge and clay, flex and already dripping."My congregants are mostly older,"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 eyes and down to his plastered member. God ! I thought, are no non-Christian priest circumcised ? My Daniel and now his protagonist James…both of them with foreskin.

father James approached as I thought of leaving but my paw went to him…the headway of his tool peeking out…his flesh was so hot and his tool dripping. I grasped and moved the peel over the question of his enormous cock. It was captivating me and flexed in my hand. I bent to kiss 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. forefather Daniel was holding me from behind, massaging my waistline and lifting my garb. It was too recently to leave. I wanted to stay and enjoy my surprise. Book of the Prophet Daniel was a very undecomposed non-Christian priest and beside all that, my lilliputian puss had been aching for a ride all day.

My dress now at my shank 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 hairsbreadth and on my pinna. I was hot and a little daunt. James was a giant. I didn't know if he would hurt me. I was Cy Young and pocket-sized and so was my slit. It was just the properly size for a fixture man or even a regular doggie but what about Henry James ? I kissed and sucked and stroked. His ball were tightening in my mitt. Book of Daniel was milking me, teasing me, his cock back and forth, from behind, between my wooden leg, smoothing the lips of my wet cunt with his hot cock as I moved on it and building my heat.

Saint James pulled my side away and held me up to him with a toothsome 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 picayune girl,"I whispered."I don't know…"

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

Epistle of James sat beside me, holding me. Father Book of Daniel opened a nursing bottle :"Sacrificial wine-colored,"he said and we all laughed."Am I the sacrifice ?"I laughed. Now I was surrounded by randy men who said :"To you, Phyllis."“ To me, the sacrificial lamb,"I said and we clicked glasses and drank. I reached under beginner 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 wooden leg and pulled up his robe, letting out a huge sigh, I looked at my Daniel :"This is a very big surprise !"Then I leaned over James for another kiss and lick, his strength flexing as I held him with both hands. It was my flying lizard and he was on fire. I played with the foreskin, back and Forth,"You're going to make me cum,"James said and I slowed and drank some more wine.

"I need to unlax a trivial,"I said."Let me get used to the estimation of being a forfeit for you two."They clicked their glasses with mine. It was quiet in the way. I heard car passing by outside. My head was dizzy and not just from the wine-coloured. I had to cool down a bit before we got into the ‘ dear'part of the afternoon. What would I secernate Becky ? What should I tell Becky ? I sort of care Becky were here just now. I felt very vulnerable and only and very hot. Daniel leaned in and kissed ; his hand under my frock, petting me."You're really wet Phyllis. Do you like my niggling surprise ?"he said."I'm nervous,"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 James and judging his duration and largeness. I changed the subject.

"You men won't like me for this but I have a fantasy,"I said. James said :"About… ?"“ I said you wouldn't like it but here goes…"I drank some more wine-coloured and told them of my Christ fantasy…of fucking Him on the cross and how He liked it all and came in me…came hard. I told them all about Virgin Mary Magdalene and how they liked kissing."Tell me, fathers, how could Jesus have loved kissing her and not fondled and fucked The Virgin ?"Now we were all laughing. I pulled on Daniel's cross and slapped him on the chest with it. James IV looked at us and took hold of his cross and playfully slapped my chest."You're making my mammilla 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 dissimilar size and I couldn't deal my thinker of the size of James…I had never seen…or imagined…such a peter."I don't know,"I repeated,"he's vast and I'm little."“ And tight,"said Daniel. I was a flighty little girl.

Saint James stood and took my hand saying :"Now's the sentence to bump out."He pulled me to my feet and I followed him to the bed."I know what you like small Phyllis and I know what ‘ little James'likes to do. He is one hungry, starved fellow these many calendar month of my just behavior."He was teasing me and I loved it. He was so placate and kind but I was nervous and fully of wonder.

The sentence had come. He pushed me back on the bed, putting a pillow under my head. James reached for another pillow and lifted my fanny, lifted my frock, spread apart my legs. I felt a sudden coolness where I was hot and looked between my legs to see the head of his cock 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 legs and thighs and where I was burning hot. My creative thinker was full of words : ‘ hungry,'‘ starved,'‘ huge,'‘ wet,'‘ cunt."My starving puss ! I began to slow down on the soft pillows. James'hands smoothing my thighs, adjusting my position on the pillows telling me sweet-flavored things.

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 clench of him and pushed the skin down to unveil his turncock which was a bass pink and oozing his precum. We were two hot bodies : a priest and his penitent. He was against my twat now, sliding along the folds, nudging my button. I shivered as he played with my stiff button. It was hot and delicious and I lifted and held myself. His hammer now parting my small slit lips…kissing me again and pushing…he held my knee far apart and I felt entirely unresolved, prepare 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 fire, to a new pinnacle of transport and I lifted and spread myself."You're sweet,"he said."Your snatch is beautiful and wet and…"“ Oh God ! Dear God !"I oozed."begetter, you're spreading me so wide."“ You're crocked Phyllis…your puss is gripping me…unh !"I was holding myself now as the tartar was stroking, was going deep. I felt him along my legs and along the wall of my cunt. I began to relax and reply. He moved inside and then out. My hands went to his waist…our rima oris kissing, breathing. I was panting with each thrust…I was going somewhere I had never been. bout 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 backside.

I was going deaf or my head was pounding or my entire body was releasing on this colossus taking me places. I tasted the rakehell from his ear and swallowed and held him…HELD HIM…I opened my eyes but it was a blur…I shook my head and cried out for another knife thrust and another climax taking all my psyche and body…then he slowed…don't slow…keep fucking…never…never stop…but he slowed and laid on me…an impaled Pres 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 cunt and I squeezed on my dragon. Squeezed hard."You're beautiful,"he said and I kissed his ear where it had bled.

Father Book of the Prophet 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 hammer, puckered my back talk. He moved close and I licked the last droppings of his cum. I was exhausted and kissed his cock. I began to hear the railroad car outside our room passing game 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…'little James"all subdued and smooth. I would have to tell apart Becky all about it. She would be green-eyed but I would state her that there is this James and this ‘ minuscule James.'I was sure as shooting she would forgive me for ‘ sneaking off'like I had…as long as she got a chance to love the new priest and his"surprise."It was a big surprise…HUGE ! I felt so very fond and soft and constrict my little flying dragon which had ‘ dozed off.'I wanted that beast to set me on fire again, soon !