Father Book of the Prophet Daniel's"Spell."by Roger and Phyllisroger falconhope123 @

I was Young and nubile and also, this was the of import part, longed for and loved orgasms and climax and all form of things like that which were a kind of ‘ forbidden fruit.'After all, I was not that old but my body was fully developed. Nice white meat, a slender waistline and a snatch that wouldn't kibosh wanting attention…not to mention anal…another joy. I was all systems"go"and systems were ready to go with any suggestion, or no hint at all.

Then there was this Young priest, forefather Book of the Prophet Daniel, in his shadow gown and dangling religious cross with the slight Man on it…an almost raw symbol of rectitude ... erectitude ! ... …nailed to a hybridization but what stuck in my mind was this Man with only a loin textile concealing his privates. It should not have been titillating but for me, a new woman, I imagined him stripped of that cloth, revealing a deprived, nascent penis which I would anoint with my backtalk, clout with my knife, work my feminine magic on his body until he was active, raise, wah lah ... glorious pulsing erectitude ! dripping with pre-cum and my body ready to budge him and IT to an ecstatic"religious"experience…me leaping on the crisscross, grasping his articulatio humeri, lifting to position and my legs embracing that organic structure, looking down at his hard hammer in full display between my legs, lunging my snatch onto his unvoiced cock…again and AGAIN ! Him gumming :"Forgive me Father…but she knows what to do."impression him enter my wet consistency, churning me, holding Him tight and then His ejaculation and His spiritual sperm oozing from my hot pussy. He softens, smiles and I slip down, licking Him dry, both of us still shivering in a forbidden delight. Mary Magdalene, her feverish kisses on Him, His tool milking her cunt to ecstasy had nothing on our utmost bit encounter. He should have been ashamed yielding to earthly pleasance even with his beloved Madonna. I had no shame when it came to fucking.

But such was not to come about except in my sacrilegious dreams. Father Book of Daniel's dangling crossbreed was only a symbolic representation that aroused my imagination…my wicked thoughts…which were now in the form and figure of lamb handsome, hot Father Daniel…his nigrify robe and the hybridizing 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 cross was the only dangling matter when we were together !

Becky and I would take routine milking that wonderful instrument of pleasance until Father Daniel lay in an wipe out state having pleased us both. He seduced me one early afternoon after school but then the fun began as I shamed him to allow in that he was a ungodly roll in the hay machine…not just with me but with both Becky and me…I loved riding him and sucking him off with a religious ardor. 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 sleep together 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 meet you away from church and expend more time, alone, just with you."His words sent erotic chills through me ... my slit lips spontaneously twitching ... frisson all over.

Becky and I were best friends but also competitors for the non-Christian priest's attentions in some erotic way. We girls each wanted to be his dearie, 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 naked, except for his hybrid resting on my bosom, and exhausted and cuddling in his private room. I loved rubbing my body over his nakedness, feeling his limp stopcock on my wet cunt…knowing I was the cause both of inflaming it and also of putting it to sleep ... surely a power of the gods ! My force over this devout one. I reached and felt his balls and thought of seeing him alone. It was erotic to suppose of our ‘ secret'clock 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 room he had indicated. . I was filled with religious fervor as I knocked on the motel door. This time, like the firstly 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 affair. I was already trembling in anticipation because don Daniel was a grim 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 impudence while, even then, still finishing me off fucking away with spear carrier strokes. Then he would lie on top of me…when I caught my breather 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 threshold, it opened and I entered. There was my giving priest in his seductive robe…the crisscross dangling down suggestively. We embraced and he whispered :"You're a especial girl, Phyllis. Are you ready for your surprisal ?"‘ Surprise ?'I thought. It was quiet in the room and I held on, wondering."The religious doctrine of John written report ‘ Christ wept.'” he said and I waited for my surprisal."You make me weep 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 word, Father,"I teased."Nice isn't the Bible,"he said,"divine is more like it and when it's your ‘ cunt'my dick 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 mean and I hugged him tight, his crown of thorns pressure against my breasts, feeling his firmly cock against my body. I wanted him just then and whispered :"My little ‘ pussy'wants you to relieve it of its stress, Father. What is my surprise you dirty man ?"Just then the bathroom threshold opened and I looked to see another man of the fabric emerge. His smile was huge and lecherous ! Another fine-looking man ! I got more of those thrill at the whole idea. 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 Quaker and shared stories…I told him of the delightful young nubile parishioner named Phyllis. James and I have confided in all things. His congregation 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 leave,"I said. Father Daniel and James looked at each other. Saint James said :"Maybe you should leave but first have a look at things."

That said, Father Epistle of James lifted his dark gown. He was fully raise. All of him and when I say ‘ all'of him there was a smashing batch in the word ‘ all'as far as Jesse 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'niggling Phyllis I had to ask to get together you…my prick is very needy."I looked at his face, his eyes and down to his stiff member. God ! I thought, are no priests circumcised ? My Daniel and now his Friend James…both of them with foreskin.

begetter James approached as I thought of leaving but my hand went to him…the head of his tool peeking out…his figure was so hot and his cock dripping. I grasped and moved the skin over the header of his tremendous cock. It was captivating me and flexed in my manus. I bent to buss and lick as I moved the foreskin to discover him. He tasted sweet."You taste sweet,"I said, looking up at him. He smiled and I kissed and licked. beginner Book of the Prophet Daniel was holding me from behind, massaging my waist and lifting my dress. It was too late to leave. I wanted to stay and relish my surprise. Daniel was a very in force priest and beside all that, my piffling cunt had been aching for a ride all day.

My dress now at my shank and Daniel's prick moving from behind and caressing between my wooden leg. I was licking and stroking his ally, James, whose fingers were in my hair and on my ears. I was hot and a little scare off. James was a giant. I didn't know if he would hurt me. I was young and pocket-size and so was my twat. It was just the right size for a regular man or even a even pooch but what about James ? I kissed and sucked and stroked. His clod were tightening in my custody. Book of the Prophet Daniel was milking me, teasing me, his cock back and Forth River, from behind, between my peg, smoothing the lips of my wet cunt with his hot cock as I moved on it, undulating, and construction my heat.

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

James hands fondle my human face, smoothing my lips that were wet from his vast cock."You taste good,"I said. He licked my rim and smiled."Little James wants to try you."“ He's not little,"I said and gulped for breathing spell,"he's sort of big…huge."I let out my breathing time and sat on the sofa, letting my dress down.

St. James the Apostle sat beside me, holding me. Father Daniel opened a bottle :"Sacrificial wine,"he said and we all laughed."Am I the forfeiture ?"I laughed. Now I was surrounded by hornlike men who said :"To you, Phyllis."“ To me, the sacrificial dear,"I said and we clicked glasses and drank. I reached under Father Epistle of James'robe to analyze him again. My hand seemed inadequate to the task but he was still arduous and I stroked him. He stuck out his pegleg 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 St. James the Apostle for another kiss and lick, his strength flexing as I held him with both helping hand. It was my flying lizard and he was on fire. I played with the foreskin, back and forth,"You're going to build me cum,"James said and I slowed and drink some more wine.

"I need to slow down a fiddling,"I said."Let me get used to the idea of being a ritual killing for you two ... of my flyspeck lilliputian bitch and ‘ lilliputian'James."They clicked their glasses with mine. It was placidity in the elbow room. I heard railcar passing by outside. My head was empty-headed and not just from the wine. I had to cool off down a bit before we got into the ‘ sacrificial Elia'part of the afternoon. What would I tell Becky ? What should I tell Becky ? I sort of bid Becky were here just now. I felt very vulnerable and alone but also very extra hot. cerebration of Becky fucking James River reassuring. I would separate her of this new experience and we would hold a giggle-fest..

Daniel leaned in and kissed ; his hand under my attire, petting me."You're really wet Phyllis. Do you like my piddling surprise ?"he said."I'm spooky and there is nothing ‘ niggling'about it,"I said."It'll be okay. He's a priest."“ But,"I said,"he's a very big shag priest !"I was still playing with James and judging his length and comprehensiveness. I changed the subject.

"You men won't like me for this but I have a fantasy,"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 crossing and how He liked it all and came in me…came firmly. I told them all about Blessed Virgin Magdalene and how they liked kissing."Tell me, forefather, how could Jesus have loved kissing her and not fondled and fucked Mary ?"Now we were all laughing. I pulled on Book of the Prophet Daniel's crossing and slapped him on the chest with it. James looked at us and took hold of his cross and playfully slapped my breast."You're making my mamilla 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 different size and I couldn't subscribe my judgement of the size of James…I had never seen…or imagined…such a peter."I don't know,"I repeated,"he's huge and I'm little."“ And compressed,"said Daniel. I was a aflutter little girl.

St. James stood and took my paw saying :"Now's the time to find out."He pulled me to my feet and I followed him to the bed."I know what you like piddling Phyllis and I know what ‘ little James'likes to do. He is one hungry, starved colleague these many calendar month of my dependable behavior."He was teasing me and I loved it. He was so gentle and kind but I was nervous and full of wonder.

The time had come. He pushed me back on the bed, putting a pillow under my head. St. James reached for another pillow and lifted my bottom, lifted my clothes, spread apart my legs. I felt a sudden coldness where I was hot and looked between my pegleg to see the head of his shaft emerge from its foreskin. It was so aphrodisiac and hot to see the flying 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 brain was full of words : ‘ hungry,'‘ starved,'‘ huge,'‘ wet,'‘ cunt.'My starving bitch ! I began to relax on the soft pillows. James'hands smoothing my thighs, petting my slit with approving -- boost ... adjusting my position on the pillows telling me sweet, naughty affair. I was relaxing, readying for my role as lamb..

James leaned over me, kissing and licking my mouthpiece, and I tensed in prevision. His hammer touched and played. I reached down with both deal. I could barely get hold of him and pushed the skin down to let on his cock which was a deep 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 clitoris. It was hot and toothsome and I lifted and held myself. His cock now parting my minuscule slit lips…kissing me again and pushing…he held my knees far apart and I felt entirely open, 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 dragon was setting me on flaming, to a new acme 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 smashed Phyllis…your puss is gripping me…unh !"I was holding myself now as the dragon was stroking, was going mysterious. I felt him along my legs and along the walls of my puss. I began to loosen and react. He moved inside and then out. My hands 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 thrust ... he had entered my soundbox ... deep in my soul ... …his balls pounding my undersurface.

I was going deaf or my head was pounding or my integral consistency 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 push and another coming taking all my individual and body…then he slowed…don't slow…keep fucking…never…never stop…and he fucked me fully, completely, milking the center of me ... I went blank, shook, shuddered, bit him again, he/we finally slowed and he laid on me…an impaled Danton True Young woman. I took him all ... had luxuriated in his flying lizard breath of fire ... a divine fire. I was so proud. I didn't want him to soften or forget my cunt. He belonged in my snatch and I squeezed on my 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 blood, whispered :"I disagree with those girls…I think, my twat knows, it is a gift from God !"We snuggled in.

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 cock, puckered my mouth. He moved close and I licked the death droppings of his cum. I was exhausted and kissed his pecker. I began to get wind again, the cars outside our room going along the main road and it all calmed me down, back to my dope from such an good afternoon. James II was lying beside me and I reached out and petted his cushy cock…his dragon…'short St. James"all soft and smooth. I would take to secernate Becky all about it. She would be overjealous but I would tell her that there is this James and this ‘ little James.'I was for sure she would forgive me for ‘ sneaking off'like I had…as long as she got a chance to relish the new priest and his"surprise."It was a big surprise…HUGE ! I felt so very warm and soft and press my short flying dragon which had ‘ dozed off.'I wanted that beast to set me on flack again, soon !