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

I was young and nubile and also, this was the important part, longed for and loved orgasms and climaxes and all sort of things like that which were a kind of ‘ proscribed fruit.'After all, I was not that old but my body was fully developed. squeamish breasts, a slender shank and a cunt that wouldn't stop wanting attention…not to name anal…another joy. I was all arrangement"go"and systems were set up to go with any proffer, or no trace at all.

Then there was this young non-Christian priest, Father Book of Daniel, in his iniquity robe and dangling religious hybridisation with the little Man on it…an almost naked symbolic representation of rectitude…nailed to a cross but what stuck in my idea was this Man with only a loin cloth concealing his buck private. It should not own been titillating but for me, a young woman, I imagined him stripped of that textile, revealing a deprived member which I would anoint with my sass, lick with my clapper, puzzle out my feminine trick on his body until he was alive, vertical, dripping with pre-cum and my torso cook to evoke him to a religious experience…me leaping on the hybridization, grasping his shoulder, lifting to placement and my ramification embracing that body, looking down at his tough shaft in full exhibit between my legs, lunging my cunt onto his severely cock…Him gumming :"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 apparitional sperm cell oozing from my hot snatch. He softens, smiles and I slip down, licking Him dry, both of us still shivering in a proscribed delight. Blessed Virgin Magdalene, her feverish kisses on Him, His tool milking her snatch to ecstasy had nothing on our finis minute coming upon. He should feature been ashamed yielding to earthly pleasure even with his dearest Mary. I had no shame when it came to fucking.

But such was not to take place except in my sacrilegious dream. Father Daniel's dangling cross was only a symbol that aroused my imagination…my wicked thoughts…which were now in the form and flesh of earnest handsome, hot founder 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 cock ready for my tending. I thought priests were circumcised but he explained that at birth there was no approximation of a religious bent and thus he had foreskin with which I like to diddle in our little sex secret plan. His dangling Cross was the only dangling thing when we were together !

Becky and I would take act milking that howling musical instrument of pleasure until founder Book of Daniel lay in an spent DoS having pleased us both. He seduced me one early afternoon after school day but then the fun began as I shamed him to take 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 spiritual zeal. He was young and virile…extremely virile…and Becky and I tasted of his virility. I called him every sinful and dirty gens before, during and after our piece of tail sitting and it all made him hotter still.

One afternoon, Becky left early after one of our ‘ fuck school term'and Father Daniel whispered in my ear :"Phyllis. I want to meet you away from church and spend more time, alone, just with you."His quarrel sent chills through me. Becky and I were best friends but also rival for the non-Christian priest's attending in some titillating way. We girls each wanted to be his pet, I suppose. Daniel continued :"I know a motel in townspeople. Why don't we meet there…just you and me ?"I nodded and cuddled in to him…we were both naked, except for his crisscross resting on my bosom, and exhausted and cuddling in his private way. I loved rubbing my torso over his nudity, feeling his hobble dick on my wet cunt…knowing I was the cause of putting it to slumber. I reached and felt his formal 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 room he had indicated. . I was filled with religious fervor as I knocked on the motel door. This clock time, like the number one time between us, we were to be alone and I wondered about it…was aroused by the thoughts of it…all day at schooltime. I had dressed…underdressed…for the social function. I was already trembling in prevision because sire Book of the Prophet Daniel was a relentless sexual being…he would never get tired while fucking me and would pound away until I was shaking and lifting and crying…he would lap the tears from my cheeks while, even then, still finishing me off with extra CVA. Then he would lie on top of me…when I caught my breath I would achieve 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 hybridizing dangling down suggestively. We embraced and he whispered :"You're a special fille, Phyllis. Are you ready for your surprisal ?"‘ surprisal ?'I thought. It was calm down in the room and I held on, wondering."The Gospel of John reports ‘ Saviour wept.'” he said and I waited for my surprise."You make me weep sometimes,"he said."We have a Godhead intervention every time we fuck…it's like my peter gets hard just mentation of you and your body and your cunt."“ That's not a gracious parole, sire,"I teased."Nice isn't the word,"he said,"divine is more like it and when it's your ‘ cunt'my turncock is in desperate pauperization. And I'm not the alone one who feels that way."

I'm not the simply one I thought ? What does he think of and I hugged him tight, his crossbreeding pressing against my breasts, feeling his laborious cock against my body. I wanted him just then and whispered :"My niggling ‘ cunt'wants you to relieve it of its tenseness, Father of the Church. What is my surprise you dirty man ?"Just then the bathroom doorway opened and I looked to see another man of the cloth emerge. His smile was huge and lecherous ! Another well-favored man ! I got shivers at the all idea. It was to be a trey ! Not an creature trio with Father Book of Daniel's dog but a human one. That had never happened to me, I was a little frighten off and I suddenly wished Becky was with me.

"This is Father of the Church James from another parish. We have been friends and shared stories…I told him of the delightful Young nubile parishioner named Phyllis. James and I have confided in all thing. His fold 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 Book of Daniel and St. James the Apostle looked at each other. James said :"Maybe you should leave but first have a look at things."

That said, Father James lifted his wickedness gown. He was fully erect. All of him and when I say ‘ all'of him there was a nifty tidy sum in the Logos ‘ all'as far as James was concerned. He was vast and pissed, flexing and already dripping."My congregants are mostly elderly,"he said,"and when Danny told me about ‘ his'piffling Phyllis I had to ask to join you…my cock is very needy."I looked at his boldness, his middle and down to his stiff phallus. God ! I thought, are no priest circumcised ? My Daniel and now his friend James…both of them with foreskin.

Father Epistle of James approached as I thought of leaving but my hand went to him…the nous of his cock peeking out…his figure 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 hand. I bent to kiss and thrash as I moved the foreskin to let out him. He tasted sweet."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 waist and lifting my dress. It was too late to depart. I wanted to delay and enjoy my surprisal. Book of the Prophet Daniel was a very thoroughly priest and beside all that, my little cunt 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, whose finger's breadth were in my hair and on my ears. I was hot and a footling pock. James was a monster. I didn't know if he would hurt me. I was young and small and so was my cunt. It was just the right size for a regular man or even a even bow-wow but what about James ? I kissed and sucked and stroked. His balls were tightening in my men. Daniel was milking me, teasing me, his tool back and Forth River, from behind, between my legs, smoothing the lips of my wet cunt with his hot peter as I moved on it and building my heat.

William James pulled my face away and held me up to him with a yummy hugging."Don't,"he said,"you're going bring me off too soon. There is a in effect way to lend me off."“ I'm just a piddling girl,"I whispered."I don't know…"

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

James sat beside me, holding me. 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 turned on men who said :"To you, Phyllis."“ To me, the sacrificial lamb,"I said and we clicked looking glass and drank. I reached under Father James'gown to examine him again. My hand seemed short to the chore but he was still operose and I stroked him. He stuck out his legs 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 forte flexing as I held him with both bridge player. It was my dragon 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 tope some more wine.

"I need to slow down a little,"I said."Let me get used to the estimation of being a sacrifice for you two."They clicked their Methedrine with mine. It was quiet in the elbow room. I heard cars passing by outside. My mind was dizzy and not just from the vino. I had to cool off down a bit before we got into the ‘ lamb'theatrical role of the afternoon. What would I tell Becky ? What should I tell Becky ? I sort of wish well Becky were here just now. I felt very vulnerable and alone and very hot. Daniel leaned in and kissed ; his hand under my attire, petting me."You're really wet Phyllis. Do you like my picayune surprisal ?"he said."I'm skittish,"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 King James and judging his duration and largeness. I changed the subject.

"You men won't like me for this but I have a phantasy,"I said. William 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 interbreeding 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, begetter, how could Jesus have loved kissing her and not fondled and fucked Mary ?"Now we were all laughing. I pulled on Daniel's cross and slapped him on the bureau with it. James looked at us and took hold of his cross and playfully slapped my chest."You're making my nipple hard !"I teased.

Now I had both priests…one on either side…and slipped their robe to their waists. They were both beautiful though of different sizes and I couldn't consume my mind of the size of it 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 anxious petty miss.

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 fiddling Phyllis and I know what ‘ footling James I'likes to do. He is one hungry, starved fellow these many month of my safe 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 head. James River reached for another pillow and lifted my bottom, lifted my dress, spread apart my ramification. I felt a sudden coolness where I was hot and looked between my wooden leg to see the head of his hammer emerge from its foreskin. It was so sexy and hot to see the firedrake 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 judgment was full moon of words : ‘ hungry,'‘ starved,'‘ huge,'‘ wet,'‘ cunt."My starving cunt ! I began to decompress on the gentle pillows. James'hands smoothing my thighs, adjusting my position on the pillows telling me sweet 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 men. I could barely get delay of him and pushed the skin down to expose his pecker which was a deep pink and oozing his precum. We were two hot dead body : a priest and his penitent. He was against my pussy now, sliding along the folds, nudging my clit. I shivered as he played with my stiff button. It was hot and luscious and I lifted and held myself. His shaft now parting my small cunt lips…kissing me again and pushing…he held my knees far apart and I felt entirely open, gear up to be taken, to be fucked and ravished.

Then his cockhead was spreading me, hurting me but hurting squeamish ! Slowly the firedrake was setting me on fire, to a new summit of ecstasy and I lifted and spread myself."You're sweetness,"he said."Your twat is beautiful and wet and…"“ Oh God ! Dear God !"I oozed."male parent, you're spreading me so wide."“ You're tight Phyllis…your cunt 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 walls of my cunt. I began to relax and reply. He moved inside and then out. My bridge player 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 rump.

I was going deaf or my headspring was pounding or my entire body was releasing on this monster taking me places. I tasted the blood from his ear and swallowed and held him…HELD HIM…I opened my middle but it was a blur…I shook my head and cried out for another thrust and another climax 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 lofty. 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 Daniel was holding my manus."Watching the two of you made me come…just watching,"he said. I looked up at him and at his cock, puckered my backtalk. He moved faithful and I licked the last muck of his cum. I was exhausted and kissed his prick. I began to hear the cars outside our room passing along the highway and it all calmed me down, back to my gumption from such an afternoon. James was lying beside me and I reached out and petted his subdued cock…his dragon…'petty James II"all flabby and politic. I would give birth to tell Becky all about it. She would be jealous but I would tell her that there is this James and this ‘ lilliputian James.'I was sure she would forgive me for ‘ sneaking off'like I had…as long as she got a chance to enjoy the new priest and his"surprise."It was a big surprise…HUGE ! I felt so very warm and soft and squeezed my little Draco which had ‘ dozed off.'I wanted that beast to set me on flak again, soon !