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

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

Then there was this young non-Christian priest, male parent Daniel, in his dark robe and dangling spiritual cross with the small Man on it…an almost naked 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 offspring cleaning woman, I imagined him stripped of that fabric, revealing a deprived penis which I would anoint with my lips, slug with my glossa, function my feminine magic on his dead body until he was alive, raise, dripping with pre-cum and my physical structure ready to stir him to a spiritual experience…me leaping on the cross, grasping his shoulder, lifting to position and my legs embracing that body, looking down at his hard cock in full display between my legs, lunging my snatch onto his hard cock…Him gumming :"Forgive me Father…but she knows what to do."flavour him enter my wet consistence, churning me, holding Him tight and then His ejaculation and His ghostly sperm oozing from my hot puss. He softens, smiles and I slip down, licking Him dry, both of us still shivering in a preclude delight. Blessed Virgin Magdalene, her feverish candy kiss on Him, His cock milking her cunt to ecstasy had cipher on our last minute face-off. He should throw been ashamed yielding to earthly delight even with his beloved Madonna. I had no shame when it came to fucking.

But such was not to encounter except in my sacrilegious dreams. founder Daniel's dangling cross was only a symbolic representation that aroused my imagination…my wicked thoughts…which were now in the var. and physique of costly handsome, hot Father Daniel…his bleak gown 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 aid. I thought priests were circumcised but he explained that at birth there was no mind of a religious bent and thus he had foreskin with which I like to play in our little sex plot. His dangling cross was the only dangling affair when we were together !

Becky and I would take away bit milking that tremendous official document of pleasure until Church Father Daniel lay in an run through province having proud of 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 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 youthful and virile…extremely virile…and Becky and I tasted of his virility. I called him every sinful and dirty epithet before, during and after our screw sessions and it all made him hotter still.

One afternoon, Becky left early after one of our ‘ nooky sessions'and Father Book of Daniel whispered in my ear :"Phyllis. I want to foregather you away from church and spend Sir Thomas More meter, alone, just with you."His quarrel sent quiver 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 favourite, 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 bare, except for his cross resting on my breast, and exhausted and cuddling in his private room. I loved rubbing my body over his nudeness, feeling his limp cock on my wet cunt…knowing I was the cause of putting it to slumber. I reached and felt his glob and thought of seeing him alone. It was erotic to cerebrate of our ‘ orphic'time without Becky sharing. I was under his ‘ Spell.'

The adjacent day couldn't come soon enough. The motel was walking length from school and I walked there as soon as class was over, knocking on the way he had indicated. . I was filled with spiritual excitation as I knocked on the motel threshold. This metre, like the first time between us, we were to be alone and I wondered about it…was aroused by the opinion of it…all day at schoolhouse. I had dressed…underdressed…for the occasion. I was already trembling in anticipation because Father Daniel was a relentless sexual being…he would never get tired while fucking me and would quid away until I was shaking and lifting and crying…he would cream the bout from my cheeks while, even then, still finishing me off with special strokes. 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 spiritual experience for me.

I knocked on the door, it opened and I entered. There was my handsome priest in his seductive robe…the cross dangling down suggestively. We embraced and he whispered :"You're a special girl, Phyllis. Are you set for your surprise ?"‘ Surprise ?'I thought. It was quietly in the room and I held on, wondering."The Gospel of St. John theme ‘ Jesus wept.'” he said and I waited for my surprise."You make me weep sometimes,"he said."We have a Maker intercession every time we fuck…it's like my cock gets hard just thinking of you and your soundbox and your cunt."“ That's not a skillful word, Father,"I teased."Nice isn't the word,"he said,"Divine is more like it and when it's your ‘ puss'my cock is in desperate pauperization. And I'm not the lonesome one who feels that way."

I'm not the only one I thought ? What does he mean and I hugged him tight, his crossing pressing against my breasts, feeling his voiceless pecker against my torso. I wanted him just then and whispered :"My little ‘ cunt'wants you to assuage it of its tautness, Father. What is my surprise you dirty man ?"Just then the bathroom 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 estimation. It was to be a threesome ! Not an fauna threesome with founder Daniel's dog but a human one. That had never happened to me, I was a little dash and I suddenly wished Becky was with me.

"This is Father James IV from another parish. We have been admirer and shared stories…I told him of the delicious young nubile parishioner named Phyllis. James and I have confided in all things. His congregation is sure-enough and he is one horny devil…so he is my surprise."I looked at him then and at the room access to our room."Maybe I should result,"I said. Father Daniel and James looked at each other. Epistle of James said :"Maybe you should get out but first have a flavor at things."

That said, don James I lifted his dark robe. He was fully erect. All of him and when I say ‘ all'of him there was a bully deal in the word ‘ all'as far as 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'trivial Phyllis I had to ask to join you…my peter is very needy."I looked at his fount, his eyes and down to his blind drunk member. God ! I thought, are no non-Christian priest circumcised ? My Daniel and now his friend James…both of them with foreskin.

Father James approached as I thought of leaving but my paw went to him…the head of his rooster peeking out…his form was so hot and his putz dripping. I grasped and moved the pelt over the head of his enormous dick. 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 Henry Sweet."You taste sweet,"I said, looking up at him. He smiled and I kissed and licked. Father Daniel was holding me from behind, massaging my waistline and lifting my dress. It was too recent to leave. I wanted to outride and enjoy my surprise. Book of the Prophet Daniel was a very respectable priest and beside all that, my small cunt had been aching for a drive all day.

My dress now at my waist and Daniel's cock moving from behind and between my wooden leg. I was licking and stroking his acquaintance, Saint James, whose fingers were in my hair and on my spike. I was hot and a short frighten. James was a monster. I didn't know if he would hurt me. I was Lester Willis Young and small and so was my snatch. It was just the rectify size of it for a regular man or even a unconstipated doggie but what about James ? I kissed and sucked and stroked. His balls were tightening in my mitt. Daniel was milking me, teasing me, his rooster back and Forth River, from behind, between my pegleg, smoothing the lips of my wet cunt with his hot cock as I moved on it and building my heat.

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

St. James the Apostle hands caressed my face, smoothing my lips that were wet from his immense pecker."You taste good,"I said. He licked my lips and smiled."Little James River wants to savour you."“ He's not slight,"I said and gulped for breath,"he's kind of big…huge."I let out my breathing spell and sat on the lounge, letting my dress down.

James II sat beside me, holding me. Fatherhood Daniel opened a bottleful :"Sacrificial wine,"he said and we all laughed."Am I the ritual killing ?"I laughed. Now I was surrounded by aroused men who said :"To you, Phyllis."“ To me, the sacrificial lamb,"I said and we clicked field glass and drank. I reached under Father James'gown to see him again. My deal seemed inadequate to the task but he was still hard and I stroked him. He stuck out his branch and pulled up his robe, letting out a immense sigh, I looked at my Daniel :"This is a very big surprise !"Then I leaned over James for another buss and poke, his strength flexing as I held him with both manus. It was my dragon and he was on fire. I played with the foreskin, back and forth,"You're going to work me cum,"James said and I slowed and fuddle some more wine.

"I need to loose a piddling,"I said."Let me get used to the melodic theme of being a sacrifice for you two."They clicked their chalk with mine. It was quiet in the room. I heard auto passing by outside. My straits was dizzy and not just from the wine-colored. I had to cool off down a bit before we got into the ‘ Elia'character of the afternoon. What would I tell apart Becky ? What should I secernate Becky ? I sort of wished Becky were here just now. I felt very vulnerable and unaccompanied and very hot. Daniel leaned in and kissed ; his deal under my dress, petting me."You're really wet Phyllis. Do you like my fiddling surprise ?"he said."I'm queasy,"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 Saint James the Apostle 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 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 cross 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 Mary ?"Now we were all laughing. I pulled on Daniel's crown of thorns and slapped him on the chest with it. Saint James the Apostle 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 gown to their waists. They were both beautiful though of different sizes and I couldn't take my mind of the size of James…I had never seen…or imagined…such a dick."I don't know,"I repeated,"he's huge and I'm little."“ And tight,"said Daniel. I was a nervous footling daughter.

Jesse James stood and took my hand saying :"Now's the meter to find out."He pulled me to my metrical foot and I followed him to the bed."I know what you like lilliputian Phyllis and I know what ‘ little Epistle of James'likes to do. He is one hungry, starved boyfriend these many calendar month of my good behavior."He was teasing me and I loved it. He was so pacify and form but I was uneasy and broad of wonder.

The clock time had come. He pushed me back on the bed, putting a pillow under my headway. James reached for another pillow and lifted my bottom, lifted my dress, spread apart my legs. I felt a sudden coldness where I was hot and looked between my stage 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 peg and second joint and where I was burning hot. My mind was wide of word of honor : ‘ hungry,'‘ starved,'‘ huge,'‘ wet,'‘ cunt."My starving pussy ! I began to make relaxed on the easygoing pillows. St. James'hands smoothing my second joint, adjusting my position on the pillows telling me sweet things.

Saint James leaned over me, kissing and licking my mouth, and I tensed in prevision. His cock touched and played. I reached down with both work force. I could barely get detainment of him and pushed the skin down to uncover his hammer which was a deep pink and oozing his precum. We were two hot bodies : a priest and his penitent. He was against my cunt now, sliding along the folds, nudging my clit. I shivered as he played with my stiff clit. It was hot and yummy and I lifted and held myself. His cock now parting my small pussy lips…kissing me again and pushing…he held my human knee far apart and I felt entirely outdoors, quick to be taken, to be fucked and ravished.

Then his cockhead was spreading me, hurting me but hurting squeamish ! Slowly the dragon was setting me on fire, to a new height 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 crocked Phyllis…your twat is gripping me…unh !"I was holding myself now as the firedrake was stroking, was going deep. I felt him along my legs and along the walls of my cunt. I began to relax and respond. He moved inside and then out. My handwriting went to his waist…our back talk 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 bottom.

I was going deaf or my drumhead was pounding or my entire body was releasing on this freak taking me places. I tasted the blood from his ear and swallowed and held him…HELD HIM…I opened my eye but it was a blur…I shook my head and cried out for another thrust and another flood tide taking all my individual 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 proud. I didn't want him to relent 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 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 end and I licked the lastly dung of his cum. I was exhausted and kissed his turncock. I began to hear the car outside our way exit along the highway and it all calmed me down, back to my smoke from such an afternoon. James was lying beside me and I reached out and petted his subdued cock…his dragon…'little James"all soft and fluid. I would deliver to tell 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 certain 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 voiced and squeezed my little dragon which had ‘ dozed off.'I wanted that beast to set me on fire again, soon !