Fatherhood Book of Daniel's"Spell."by Phyllisroger annerogerduncan @ sti.net

I was young and nubile and also, this was the authoritative office, longed for and loved orgasms and culmination and all kinds of things like that which were a kind of ‘ prohibited fruit.'After all, I was not that old but my body was fully developed. Nice bosom, a slender waist and a pussy that wouldn't stop wanting attention…not to mention anal…another joy. I was all systems"go"and arrangement were quick to go with any suggestion, or no prompting at all.

Then there was this Whitney Moore Young Jr. priest, Father Daniel, in his dark robe and dangling religious mark with the niggling Man on it…an almost nude symbolic representation of rectitude…nailed to a cross but what stuck in my mind was this Man with only a loin cloth concealing his privates. It should not have been erotic but for me, a Brigham Young cleaning woman, I imagined him stripped of that textile, revealing a deprived penis which I would anoint with my lips, lick with my tongue, work my womanly conjuration on his organic structure until he was active, vertical, dripping with pre-cum and my body set to excite him to a religious experience…me leaping on the crossing, grasping his shoulders, lifting to position and my peg embracing that body, looking down at his hard cock in total exhibit between my legs, lunging my slit onto his backbreaking cock…Him mumbling :"Forgive me Father…but she knows what to do."feeling him enter my wet soundbox, churning me, holding Him tight and then His ejaculation and His ghostly spermatozoan oozing from my hot cunt. He softens, smile and I slip down, licking Him dry, both of us still shivering in a forbidden delectation. The Virgin Magdalene, her feverish osculation on Him, His cock milking her pussy to ecstasy had nothing on our finis minute of arc showdown. He should get been ashamed yielding to earthly pleasure even with his beloved Blessed Virgin. I had no shame when it came to fucking.

But such was not to occur except in my sacrilegious aspiration. Father Daniel's dangling crown of thorns was only a symbolisation that aroused my imagination…my wicked thoughts…which were now in the frame and flesh 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 cock ready for my attentions. I thought priests were circumcised but he explained that at nascency there was no idea of a religious bent and thus he had foreskin with which I like to play in our piffling sex secret plan. His dangling mark was the solitary dangling affair when we were together !

Becky and I would look at turns milking that wonderful instrument of pleasure until begetter Book of Daniel lay in an exhausted Department of State 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 sinful piece of tail machine…not just with me but with both Becky and me…I loved riding him and sucking him off with a religious readiness. He was young and virile…extremely virile…and Becky and I tasted of his manliness. I called him every sinful and dirty epithet before, during and after our have sex academic term and it all made him hotter still.

One afternoon, Becky left early after one of our ‘ have a go at it sessions'and Father Daniel whispered in my ear :"Phyllis. I want to converge you away from Christian church and spend more time, alone, just with you."His Holy Scripture sent chill through me. Becky and I were best friends but also competitors for the priest's attentions in some erotic way. We girls each wanted to be his pet, 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 hybridizing resting on my chest, and exhausted and cuddling in his private room. I loved rubbing my dead body over his bleakness, feeling his hobble putz on my wet cunt…knowing I was the movement of putting it to sleep. I reached and felt his balls and intellection of seeing him alone. It was erotic to think of our ‘ occult'prison term 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 metre, like the first prison term between us, we were to be alone and I wondered about it…was aroused by the thought process of it…all day at school. I had dressed…underdressed…for the occasion. I was already trembling in expectation because forefather Daniel was a relentless 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 tear from my impudence while, even then, still finishing me off with spare 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 giving priest in his seductive robe…the Cross dangling down suggestively. We embraced and he whispered :"You're a special girl, Phyllis. Are you ready for your surprisal ?"‘ surprisal ?'I thought. It was serenity in the room and I held on, wondering."The Gospel of John reputation ‘ Deliverer wept.'” he said and I waited for my surprisal."You make me weep sometimes,"he said."We have a divine intervention every metre we fuck…it's like my cock gets punishing just thinking of you and your body and your cunt."“ That's not a decent word, founder,"I teased."Nice isn't the word,"he said,"Maker is more like it and when it's your ‘ cunt'my cock is in despairing need. And I'm not the merely one who feels that way."

I'm not the only one I thought ? What does he intend and I hugged him tight, his cross pressing against my breast, feeling his hard cock against my consistency. I wanted him just then and whispered :"My little ‘ cunt'wants you to relieve it of its tensions, Father. What is my surprise you dirty man ?"Just then the bathroom door opened and I looked to see another man of the fabric emerge. His smile was huge and lecherous ! Another better-looking man ! I got shivers at the whole mind. It was to be a terzetto ! Not an animal deuce-ace with male parent Book of Daniel's dog but a homo 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 friends and shared stories…I told him of the delightful young nubile parishioner named Phyllis. Henry James and I have confided in all affair. 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 elbow room."Maybe I should leave,"I said. Father Book of the Prophet Daniel and William James looked at each former. James said :"Maybe you should leave but first have a facial expression 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 great deal in the word ‘ all'as far as Saint James the Apostle was concerned. He was vast and corpse, flex 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 cock is very needy."I looked at his face, his eyes and down to his stiff member. God ! I thought, are no priests circumcised ? My Book of Daniel and now his friend James…both of them with foreskin.

sire King James approached as I thought of leaving but my deal went to him…the head of his turncock peeking out…his chassis was so hot and his tool dripping. I grasped and moved the skin over the drumhead of his tremendous shaft. It was captivating me and flexed in my hand. I bent to kiss and lick as I moved the prepuce to expose him. He tasted sweet."You taste sweetly,"I said, looking up at him. He smiled and I kissed and licked. Father Daniel was holding me from behind, massaging my waist and lifting my dress. It was too belatedly to leave. I wanted to last out and savor my surprise. Daniel was a very good priest and beside all that, my slight slit had been aching for a ride all day.

My dress now at my waistline and Daniel's cock moving from behind and between my legs. I was licking and stroking his Quaker, James IV, whose fingers were in my tomentum and on my ears. I was hot and a fiddling pit. Saint James the Apostle was a monster. I didn't know if he would suffer me. I was Brigham Young and small and so was my cunt. It was just the properly size for a fixture man or even a regular doggie but what about James ? I kissed and sucked and stroked. His balls were tightening in my custody. Daniel was milking me, teasing me, his cock back and Forth, from behind, between my legs, smoothing the lip of my wet cunt with his hot cock as I moved on it and building my heat.

James River pulled my fount away and held me up to him with a delicious caressing."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 short miss,"I whispered."I don't know…"

James hands fondle my cheek, smoothing my lips that were wet from his huge cock."You taste secure,"I said. He licked my sassing and smiled."piffling James wants to smack you."“ He's not slight,"I said and gulped for breath,"he's kind of big…huge."I let out my intimation and sat on the couch, letting my dress down.

King James sat beside me, holding me. Father Daniel opened a nursing bottle :"Sacrificial wine,"he said and we all laughed."Am I the ritual killing ?"I laughed. Now I was surrounded by horny men who said :"To you, Phyllis."“ To me, the sacrificial lamb,"I said and we clicked shabu and drank. I reached under Father of the Church James'gown to examine him again. My hand seemed inadequate to the job but he was still hard and I stroked him. He stuck out his ramification 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 Jesse James for another candy kiss and lick, his persuasiveness flexing as I held him with both hired hand. It was my Dragon and he was on blast. I played with the foreskin, back and Forth,"You're going to draw me cum,"James I said and I slowed and drank some more wine.

"I need to loose 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 down in the room. I heard railcar passing by outside. My principal was dizzy and not just from the wine. I had to cool down a bit before we got into the ‘ lamb'percentage of the afternoon. What would I tell Becky ? What should I distinguish Becky ? I sort of wished Becky were here just now. I felt very vulnerable and unique and very hot. Daniel leaned in and kissed ; his hand under my dress, petting me."You're really wet Phyllis. Do you like my little surprise ?"he said."I'm aflutter,"I said."It'll be okay. He's a priest."“ But,"I said,"he's a very big fuck 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 hybridisation and how He liked it all and came in me…came hard. I told them all about Mary Magdalene and how they liked kissing."Tell me, fathers, how could Jesus have 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. James looked at us and took hold of his cross and playfully slapped my chest."You're making my nipples hard !"I teased.

Now I had both priests…one on either side…and slipped their robe to their shank. They were both beautiful though of unlike size of it and I couldn't take my mind of the sizing of James…I had never seen…or imagined…such a cock."I don't know,"I repeated,"he's huge and I'm little."“ And tight,"said Daniel. I was a nervous little girl.

King James I stood and took my manus saying :"Now's the clip to witness out."He pulled me to my feet and I followed him to the bed."I know what you like trivial Phyllis and I know what ‘ little Jesse James'likes to do. He is one hungry, starved fellow these many month of my good behavior."He was teasing me and I loved it. He was so gentle and sort but I was spooky and full of wonder.

The time had come. He pushed me back on the bed, putting a pillow under my pass. James reached for another pillow and lifted my bottom, lifted my dress, spread apart my legs. I felt a sudden coolness where I was hot and looked between my legs to see the nous of his putz emerge from its prepuce. 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 leg and second joint and where I was burning hot. My head was full of words : ‘ hungry,'‘ starved,'‘ huge,'‘ wet,'‘ cunt."My starving cunt ! I began to make relaxed on the cushy pillows. James'hands smoothing my thighs, adjusting my post 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 hands. I could barely get grasp of him and pushed the skin down to reveal his cock which was a deep pink and oozing his precum. We were two hot bodies : a non-Christian priest and his penitent. He was against my cunt now, sliding along the flexure, nudging my clit. I shivered as he played with my stiff clit. It was hot and scrumptious and I lifted and held myself. His cock now parting my small cunt lips…kissing me again and pushing…he held my knees far apart and I felt entirely open, fix 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 fervour, to a new height of raptus and I lifted and spread myself."You're sweet,"he said."Your snatch is beautiful and wet and…"“ Oh God ! lamb God !"I oozed."Padre, you're spreading me so wide."“ You're tight Phyllis…your snatch 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 walls of my puss. I began to relax and respond. He moved inside and then out. My workforce went to his waist…our backtalk kissing, breathing. I was panting with each thrust…I was going somewhere I had never been. tear 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 bed.

I was going deaf or my headspring was pounding or my total physical structure was releasing on this behemoth 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 poke and another climax taking all my someone and body…then he slowed…don't slow…keep fucking…never…never stop…but he slowed and laid on me…an impaled new fair sex. I took him all. I was so proud. I didn't want him to soften or will 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.

founding father Daniel was holding my deal."Watching the two of you made me come…just watching,"he said. I looked up at him and at his tool, puckered my lip. He moved skinny and I licked the live muck of his cum. I was exhausted and kissed his pecker. I began to hear the car outside our elbow 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 soft cock…his dragon…'short James"all soft and smoothen. I would have to secernate Becky all about it. She would be jealous but I would tell her that there is this James and this ‘ minuscule James.'I was sure enough 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 flaccid and squeezed my little flying lizard which had ‘ dozed off.'I wanted that animate being to set me on fire again, soon !