father Book of the Prophet Daniel's"Spell."by Phyllisroger annerogerduncan @ sti.net

I was Whitney Young and nubile and also, this was the important part, longed for and loved orgasm and climaxes and all variety of things like that which were a kind of ‘ forbidden fruit.'After all, I was not that old but my torso was fully developed. Nice knocker, a slender waist and a pussy that wouldn't arrest wanting attention…not to mention anal…another joy. I was all scheme"go"and systems were ready to go with any suggestion, or no suggestion at all.

Then there was this Danton True Young priest, begetter Daniel, in his shadow robe and dangling religious crossbreeding 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 loin cloth concealing his privates. It should not have been erotic but for me, a Danton True Young woman, I imagined him stripped of that cloth, revealing a deprived penis which I would anoint with my lips, salt lick with my tongue, work my feminine magic on his consistence until he was alive, erect, dripping with pre-cum and my body ready to call down him to a religious experience…me leaping on the cross, grasping his articulatio humeri, lifting to stead and my legs embracing that dead body, looking down at his hard cock in wide display between my branch, lunging my cunt onto his severe cock…Him mumbling :"Forgive me Father…but she knows what to do."touch him enter my wet body, churning me, holding Him tight and then His ejaculation and His spiritual spermatozoon oozing from my hot cunt. He softens, smiling and I slip down, licking Him dry, both of us still shivering in a interdict delight. Mary Magdalene, her feverish buss on Him, His shaft milking her cunt to ecstasy had null on our finale minute skirmish. He should feature been ashamed yielding to earthly pleasure even with his beloved Blessed Virgin. I had no pity when it came to fucking.

But such was not to happen except in my sacrilegious dreams. Church 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 beloved handsome, hot sire Daniel…his Negroid gown and the hybridisation 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 care. I thought priests were circumcised but he explained that at parturition there was no mind of a religious bent and thus he had foreskin with which I like to act as in our piddling sex games. His dangling cross was the only when dangling thing when we were together !

Becky and I would take turns milking that wonderful legal instrument of pleasure until beginner Daniel lay in an exhausted state having pleased us both. He seduced me one early afternoon after schooltime but then the fun began as I shamed him to allow in that he was a sinful ass machine…not just with me but with both Becky and me…I loved riding him and sucking him off with a religious eagerness. 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 with sessions and it all made him hotter still.

One afternoon, Becky left early after one of our ‘ jazz sessions'and Father Daniel whispered in my ear :"Phyllis. I want to touch you away from church and expend more time, alone, just with you."His speech sent shivering through me. Becky and I were best friends but also competitors for the priest's tending in some erotic way. We girls each wanted to be his favourite, I suppose. Book of the Prophet 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 breast, and exhausted and cuddling in his secret room. I loved rubbing my organic structure over his nakedness, feeling his hobble pecker on my wet cunt…knowing I was the cause of putting it to sleep. I reached and felt his glob and sentiment of seeing him alone. It was erotic to think of our ‘ mysterious'clip 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 first fourth dimension between us, we were to be alone and I wondered about it…was aroused by the view of it…all day at school. I had dressed…underdressed…for the occasion. I was already trembling in anticipation because Father of the Church Daniel was a stern intimate being…he would never get tired while fucking me and would pound away until I was shaking and lifting and crying…he would puzzle out the tears from my brass while, even then, still finishing me off with spear carrier accident. Then he would lie on top of me…when I caught my breathing time I would strive between us and stroke him as he would gradually go soft. This was a religious experience for me.

I knocked on the door, it opened and I entered. There was my freehanded priest in his seductive robe…the crisscross dangling down suggestively. We embraced and he whispered :"You're a extra lady friend, Phyllis. Are you ready for your surprise ?"‘ Surprise ?'I thought. It was quiet in the room and I held on, wondering."The gospel singing of john reports ‘ Savior wept.'” he said and I waited for my surprise."You make me weep sometimes,"he said."We have a divine intervention every time we fuck…it's like my cock gets toilsome just intellection of you and your body and your cunt."“ That's not a overnice Word of God, founding father,"I teased."Nice isn't the word,"he said,"Godhead is more like it and when it's your ‘ puss'my peter is in do-or-die need. And I'm not the lone one who feels that way."

I'm not the only one I thought ? What does he mean and I hugged him tight, his cross pressing against my breasts, feeling his hard shaft against my trunk. I wanted him just then and whispered :"My little ‘ pussy'wants you to relieve it of its tensions, Father. What is my surprise you dirty man ?"Just then the john door opened and I looked to see another man of the textile emerge. His grin was immense and lecherous ! Another handsome man ! I got shivers at the whole idea. It was to be a ternion ! Not an creature threesome with Father of the Church Book of the Prophet Daniel's dog but a human one. That had never happened to me, I was a piffling frighten and I suddenly wished Becky was with me.

"This is Father James from another parish. We have been ally and shared stories…I told him of the delightful unseasoned nubile parishioner named Phyllis. James and I have confided in all matter. His congregation is aged and he is one horny devil…so he is my surprise."I looked at him then and at the doorway to our room."Maybe I should leave,"I said. Father Daniel and St. James the Apostle looked at each other. James said :"Maybe you should go out but first have a feeling at things."

That said, Father James lifted his dark robe. He was fully erect. All of him and when I say ‘ all'of him there was a majuscule bargain in the word ‘ all'as far as James was concerned. He was vast and pie-eyed, twist and already dripping."My congregants are mostly elderly,"he said,"and when Danny told me about ‘ his'little Phyllis I had to ask to join you…my rooster is very needy."I looked at his face, his eyes and down to his crocked appendage. God ! I thought, are no priests circumcised ? My Book of the Prophet Daniel and now his champion James…both of them with foreskin.

begetter William James approached as I thought of leaving but my hand went to him…the mind of his cock peeking out…his build was so hot and his cock dripping. I grasped and moved the pelt over the head of his enormous pecker. It was captivating me and flexed in my hand. I bent to kiss and lick as I moved the foreskin to queer him. He tasted dessert."You taste confection,"I said, looking up at him. He smiled and I kissed and licked. founding father Book of the Prophet Daniel was holding me from behind, massaging my waist and lifting my wearing apparel. It was too belatedly to leave. I wanted to delay and relish my surprisal. Daniel was a very good non-Christian priest and beside all that, my footling cunt had been aching for a ride all day.

My dress now at my waistline and Daniel's putz moving from behind and between my legs. I was licking and stroking his protagonist, James, whose fingerbreadth were in my tomentum and on my ears. I was hot and a little daunt. James was a monster. I didn't know if he would wound me. I was young and lowly and so was my pussy. It was just the properly size for a veritable man or even a regular bow-wow but what about James ? I kissed and sucked and stroked. His ball were tightening in my custody. Daniel was milking me, teasing me, his cock back and forth, from behind, between my legs, smoothing the backtalk of my wet slit with his hot tool as I moved on it and building my heat.

Jesse James pulled my face 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 play me off."“ I'm just a little girl,"I whispered."I don't know…"

James hands caressed my face, smoothing my lips that were wet from his vast putz."You taste good,"I said. He licked my sass and smiled."piffling St. James the Apostle wants to sample you."“ He's not niggling,"I said and gulped for intimation,"he's kind of big…huge."I let out my breathing place and sat on the couch, letting my garb down.

James sat beside me, holding me. Father Book of Daniel opened a bottle :"Sacrificial wine,"he said and we all laughed."Am I the sacrifice ?"I laughed. Now I was surrounded by steamy men who said :"To you, Phyllis."“ To me, the sacrificial Elia,"I said and we clicked glass and drank. I reached under founder James I'robe to examine him again. My paw seemed inadequate to the task but he was still strong 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 surprisal !"Then I leaned over Saint James for another buss and clout, his strength flexing as I held him with both manus. It was my flying lizard and he was on fire. I played with the foreskin, back and forth,"You're going to puddle me cum,"James said and I slowed and drink some more wine.

"I need to relax a little,"I said."Let me get used to the mind 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 head was dizzy and not just from the wine. I had to cool down a bit before we got into the ‘ lamb'part of the good afternoon. What would I tell Becky ? What should I separate Becky ? I sort of wished Becky were here just now. I felt very vulnerable and entirely and very hot. Book of the Prophet Daniel leaned in and kissed ; his hand under my dress, petting me."You're really wet Phyllis. Do you like my slight surprise ?"he said."I'm nervous,"I said."It'll be okay. He's a priest."“ But,"I said,"he's a very big ass priest !"I was still playing with James and judging his length and breadth. I changed the subject.

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

Now I had both priests…one on either side…and slipped their robes to their waist. They were both beautiful though of unlike sizing and I couldn't postulate my nous of the size of James…I had never seen…or imagined…such a dick."I don't know,"I repeated,"he's Brobdingnagian and I'm little."“ And tight,"said Daniel. I was a nervous minuscule girl.

James I stood and took my manus saying :"Now's the sentence to notice out."He pulled me to my feet and I followed him to the bed."I know what you like slight Phyllis and I know what ‘ piffling James'likes to do. He is one hungry, starved fellow these many months of my good behavior."He was teasing me and I loved it. He was so aristocratical and variety but I was skittish and full of wonder.

The meter had come. He pushed me back on the bed, putting a pillow under my forefront. Henry James reached for another pillow and lifted my tooshie, lifted my dress, spread apart my stage. I felt a sudden coldness where I was hot and looked between my peg to see the drumhead of his dick emerge from its foreskin. It was so aphrodisiac and hot to see the flying lizard come out of its cave. Like an eye, looking at me, flexing, looking at my peg and thigh and where I was burning hot. My mind was wide-cut of words : ‘ hungry,'‘ starved,'‘ huge,'‘ wet,'‘ cunt."My starving cunt ! I began to loosen on the delicate pillows. King James'hands smoothing my thighs, adjusting my locating on the pillows telling me sweet things.

Epistle of James leaned over me, kissing and licking my mouth, and I tensed in prediction. His cock touched and played. I reached down with both hired hand. I could barely get delay of him and pushed the skin down to reveal his rooster which was a deep pink and oozing his precum. We were two hot organic structure : a non-Christian priest and his penitent. He was against my cunt now, sliding along the crimp, nudging my clit. I shivered as he played with my stiff clit. It was hot and delicious and I lifted and held myself. His dick now parting my pocket-size cunt 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.

Then his cockhead was spreading me, hurting me but hurting nice ! Slowly the flying lizard was setting me on fire, to a new tiptop of disco biscuit and I lifted and spread myself."You're sweet,"he said."Your slit is beautiful and wet and…"“ Oh God ! dearest 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 dragon was stroking, was going deep. I felt him along my branch and along the paries of my cunt. I began to relax and reply. He moved inside and then out. My deal 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 thrust…his balls pounding my fanny.

I was going deaf or my head was pounding or my entire body was releasing on this monster 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 drumhead 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 Pres Young cleaning lady. I took him all. I was so proud. I didn't want him to soften or impart my cunt. He belonged in my twat 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 putz, puckered my lips. He moved close and I licked the last droppings of his cum. I was exhausted and kissed his prick. I began to get wind the cars outside our room expiration along the main road and it all calmed me down, back to my senses from such an afternoon. Jesse James was lying beside me and I reached out and petted his soft cock…his dragon…'picayune James"all soft and smooth. I would have to separate Becky all about it. She would be jealous but I would differentiate her that there is this James and this ‘ little James.'I was trusted 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 footling dragon which had ‘ dozed off.'I wanted that creature to set me on fire again, soon !