founder Book of Daniel's"Spell."by Roger and Phyllisroger falconhope123 @

I was untested and nubile and also, this was the crucial function, longed for and loved coming and sexual climax and all kinds of things like that which were a kind of ‘ disallow fruit.'After all, I was not that old but my soundbox was fully developed. Nice breasts, a slender waist and a slit that wouldn't stop wanting attention…not to note anal…another joy. I was all scheme"go"and system were ready to go with any suggestion, or no suggestion at all.

Then there was this young priest, Padre Book of Daniel, in his wickedness gown and dangling spiritual cross with the footling Man on it…an almost defenseless symbol of rectitude ... erectitude ! ... …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 titillating but for me, a young woman, I imagined him stripped of that material, revealing a deprived, nascent phallus which I would anoint with my lips, lap with my tongue, crop my feminine magic on his body until he was active, tumid, wah lah ... glorious pulsing erectitude ! dripping with pre-cum and my trunk make to stir him and IT to an rapturous"religious"experience…me leaping on the Cross, grasping his berm, lifting to position and my legs embracing that torso, looking down at his surd stopcock in wide show between my legs, lunging my cunt onto his hard cock…again and AGAIN ! Him mumbling :"Forgive me Father…but she knows what to do."flavor him enter my wet trunk, churning me, holding Him tight and then His interjection and His apparitional sperm oozing from my hot cunt. He softens, smiling and I slip down, licking Him dry, both of us still shivering in a forbidden delight. Mary Magdalene, her feverish osculation on Him, His cock milking her pussy to ecstasy had nix on our last instant encounter. He should have been ashamed yielding to earthly pleasure even with his beloved Mary. I had no ignominy when it came to fucking.

But such was not to pass except in my sacrilegious dreams. Father Daniel's dangling crossbreed was only a symbolic representation that aroused my imagination…my wicked thoughts…which were now in the signifier and flesh of dear handsome, hot Fatherhood 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 hammer ready for my attentions. I thought priests were circumcised but he explained that at birth there was no theme of a religious knack and thus he had foreskin with which I like to play in our little sex games. His dangling crossbreeding was the just dangling affair when we were together !

Becky and I would take turns milking that wonderful instrument of pleasure until Father Book of the Prophet Daniel lay in an exhausted state having delight us both. He seduced me one early good afternoon after school but then the fun began as I shamed him to acknowledge that he was a ungodly 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 Lester Willis Young 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 fuck seance and it all made him hotter still.

One afternoon, Becky left early after one of our ‘ fuck sessions'and Father Book of the Prophet Daniel whispered in my ear :"Phyllis. I want to meet you away from church and expend more time, alone, just with you."His countersign sent erotic chills through me ... my cunt lips spontaneously twitching ... shivers all over.

Becky and I were best ally but also challenger for the priest's tending in some erotic way. We girls each wanted to be his deary, I suppose. Book of 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 hybridisation resting on my chest, and exhausted and cuddling in his individual room. I loved rubbing my consistence over his nakedness, feeling his limp putz on my wet cunt…knowing I was the cause both of inflaming it and also of putting it to sleep ... surely a exponent of the god ! My power over this devout one. I reached and felt his balls and thought of seeing him alone. It was erotic to suppose of our ‘ secret'clip without Becky sharing. I was under his ‘ Spell.'

The next day couldn't come soon enough. The motel was walking distance from shoal and I walked there as soon as class was over, knocking on the room he had indicated. . I was filled with spiritual fervency as I knocked on the motel door. This clip, like the first sentence 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 occasion. I was already trembling in anticipation because Father Daniel was a unforgiving sexual 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 rip from my cheeks while, even then, still finishing me off fucking away with extra strokes. Then he would lie on top of me…when I caught my breather I would pass between us and stroke him as he would gradually go soft. This was a spiritual experience for me.

I knocked on the doorway, it opened and I entered. There was my good-looking priest in his seductive robe…the cross dangling down suggestively. We embraced and he whispered :"You're a especial girl, Phyllis. Are you quick for your surprisal ?"‘ surprisal ?'I thought. It was placidity in the room and I held on, wondering."The Gospel of privy reports ‘ Jesus wept.'” he said and I waited for my surprisal."You make me weep sometimes,"he said."We have a cleric 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 dainty word, don,"I teased."Nice isn't the news,"he said,"divine is more like it and when it's your ‘ twat'my cock is in desperate need. And I'm not the only one who feels that way."

I'm not the sole one I thought ? What does he mean and I hugged him tight, his cross pressure against my breasts, feeling his voiceless cock against my body. I wanted him just then and whispered :"My little ‘ cunt'wants you to relieve it of its tension, Padre. What is my surprisal you dirty man ?"Just then the bathroom door opened and I looked to see another man of the material emerge. His smile was huge and lecherous ! Another good-looking man ! I got more of those shivers at the whole idea. It was to be a threesome ! Not an fauna deuce-ace with father Book of Daniel's dog but a human being one. That had never happened to me, I was a little pall and I suddenly wished Becky was with me.

"This is forefather Saint James the Apostle from another parish. We have been ally and shared stories…I told him of the delightful young nubile parishioner named Phyllis. James and I have confided in all things. His congregating 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. sire Daniel and James looked at each other. King James said :"Maybe you should lead but first have a flavour at things."

That said, Father James lifted his darkness robe. He was fully erect. All of him and when I say ‘ all'of him there was a great stack in the word ‘ all'as far as Saint James was concerned. He was huge and remains, bend and already dripping."My congregants are mostly elderly,"he said,"and when Danny told me about ‘ his'little Phyllis I had to ask to bring together you…my pecker is very needy."I looked at his face, his oculus and down to his wet member. God ! I thought, are no non-Christian priest circumcised ? My Daniel and now his Quaker James…both of them with foreskin.

Father James approached as I thought of leaving but my helping hand went to him…the head of his cock peeking out…his flesh was so hot and his turncock dripping. I grasped and moved the skin over the head of his enormous shaft. It was captivating me and flexed in my hired man. I bent to kiss and lick as I moved the foreskin to expose him. He tasted sweet."You taste sugared,"I said, looking up at him. He smiled and I kissed and licked. Padre Daniel was holding me from behind, massaging my waist and lifting my dress. It was too late to leave. I wanted to delay and enjoy my surprise. Daniel was a very undecomposed priest and beside all that, my little cunt had been aching for a ride all day.

My attire now at my waist and Daniel's cock moving from behind and caressing between my wooden leg. I was licking and stroking his friend, James, whose fingers were in my hair and on my ears. I was hot and a piffling frighten. St. James was a behemoth. I didn't know if he would suffer me. I was Brigham Young and small and so was my cunt. It was just the right size 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 workforce. Daniel was milking me, teasing me, his cock back and Forth, from behind, between my legs, smoothing the brim of my wet cunt with his hot cock as I moved on it, undulating, and building my heat.

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

King James I hands caressed my nerve, smoothing my lips that were wet from his immense cock."You taste good,"I said. He licked my lips and smiled."Little James wants to smack you."“ He's not trivial,"I said and gulped for breath,"he's kind of big…huge."I let out my intimation and sat on the sofa, letting my dress down.

James sat beside me, holding me. Father Book of Daniel opened a nursing bottle :"Sacrificial wine-colored,"he said and we all laughed."Am I the sacrifice ?"I laughed. Now I was surrounded by ruttish men who said :"To you, Phyllis."“ To me, the sacrificial lamb,"I said and we clicked spectacles and drank. I reached under male parent Saint James'robe to examine him again. My hand seemed unequal to the task but he was still grueling and I stroked him. He stuck out his legs and pulled up his gown, letting out a Brobdingnagian sigh, I looked at my Daniel :"This is a very big surprisal !"Then I leaned over Saint James the Apostle for another kiss and salt lick, his military posture flexing as I held him with both manpower. It was my dragon and he was on flack. I played with the foreskin, back and forth,"You're going to take me cum,"James said and I slowed and drank some more wine.

"I need to unstrain a little,"I said."Let me get used to the estimate of being a sacrifice for you two ... of my tiny minuscule snatch and ‘ picayune'James."They clicked their glassful with mine. It was quietly in the room. I heard cars passing by outside. My head was dizzy and not just from the wine. I had to chill down a bit before we got into the ‘ sacrificial dear'part of the afternoon. What would I secernate Becky ? What should I secernate Becky ? I form of bid Becky were here just now. I felt very vulnerable and alone but also very extra hot. Thinking of Becky fucking James II reassuring. I would secernate her of this new experience and we would get a giggle-fest..

Book of the Prophet Daniel leaned in and kissed ; his manus under my dress, petting me."You're really wet Phyllis. Do you like my piddling surprise ?"he said."I'm nervous and there is nix ‘ trivial'about it,"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 James II and judging his distance 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 vino and told them of my Jesus fantasy…of fucking Him on the cross and how He liked it all and came in me…came surd. I told them all about Mary Magdalene and how they liked kissing."Tell me, Church Father, how could Jesus have loved kissing her and not fondled and fucked Mary ?"Now we were all laughing. I pulled on Daniel's interbreeding and slapped him on the pectus with it. James I looked at us and took postponement of his cross and playfully slapped my breast."You're making my nipples hard !"I teased.

Now I had both priests…one on either side…and slipped their robe to their waistline. They were both beautiful though of different size and I couldn't take 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 blotto,"said Daniel. I was a nervous little little girl.

James stood and took my hand saying :"Now's the fourth dimension to receive out."He pulled me to my metrical foot and I followed him to the bed."I know what you like little Phyllis and I know what ‘ little King 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 gentle and kind but I was flighty and total of wonder.

The time had come. He pushed me back on the bed, putting a pillow under my pass. James II reached for another pillow and lifted my bottom, lifted my dress, spread apart my stage. I felt a sudden coolness where I was hot and looked between my peg to see the head of his cock emerge from its foreskin. It was so sexy and hot to see the Dragon come out of its cave. My dragon. Like an eye, looking at me, flexing, looking at my wooden leg and thighs and where I was burning hot. My mind was full of words : ‘ hungry,'‘ starved,'‘ huge,'‘ wet,'‘ cunt.'My starving cunt ! I began to relax on the diffuse pillows. James'hands smoothing my thighs, petting my cunt with approval -- encouragement ... adjusting my side on the pillows telling me honeyed, blue things. I was relaxing, readying for my use as lamb..

Epistle of 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 hold of him and pushed the skin down to unveil his putz which was a inscrutable garden 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 folds, nudging my clit. I shivered as he played with my stiff clit. It was hot and delicious and I lifted and held myself. His putz now parting my small bitch lips…kissing me again and pushing…he held my human knee far apart and I felt entirely candid, set up to be taken, to be fucked and ravished ... and, Yes ! ... skewered on his luring ray ... his dragon in my cave.

Then his cockhead was spreading me, hurting me but hurting nice ! Slowly the flying lizard was setting me on fire, to a new top of transport and I lifted and spread myself."You're afters,"he said."Your slit is beautiful and wet and…"“ Oh God ! Dear 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 flying lizard was stroking, was going trench. I felt him along my peg and along the bulwark of my cunt. I began to slack up and react. He moved inside and then out. My helping hand 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 trunk ... deep in my soul ... …his balls pounding my bottom.

I was going deaf or my drumhead was pounding or my entire body was releasing on this monster taking me post. I tasted the blood from his ear and swallowed and held him…HELD HIM…I opened my eyes but it was a blur…I shook my principal and cried out for another thrust and another orgasm taking all my psyche and body…then he slowed…don't slow…keep fucking…never…never stop…and he fucked me fully, completely, milking the essence of me ... I went dummy, shook, shuddered, bit him again, he/we finally slowed and he laid on me…an impaled young char. I took him all ... had luxuriated in his firedrake breathing time of fire ... a divine flak. I was so proud. 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,"King James I said and I kissed his ear where it had bled."Some girls are scared when they see it,"he said,"It can be a swearing for me."I licked his ear again, tasting the blood, whispered :"I disagree with those girls…I think, my cunt knows, it is a gift from God !"We snuggled in.

Father-God Book of Daniel was holding my hand."Watching the two of you made me come…just observation,"he said. I looked up at him and at his dick, puckered my sassing. He moved faithful and I licked the finis droppings of his cum. I was exhausted and kissed his cock. I began to get word again, the railcar outside our way overtaking along the highway and it all calmed me down, back to my senses from such an afternoon. St. James the Apostle was lying beside me and I reached out and petted his soft cock…his dragon…'little James"all diffused and smooth. I would give to tell Becky all about it. She would be jealous but I would tell her that there is this James and this ‘ little James.'I was sure enough she would forgive me for ‘ sneaking off'like I had…as long as she got a prospect to delight the new priest and his"surprise."It was a big surprise…HUGE ! I felt so very tender and soft and squeezed my little tartar which had ‘ dozed off.'I wanted that beast to set me on fire again, soon !