Father Daniel's"Spell."by Roger and Phyllisroger falconhope123 @

I was young and nubile and also, this was the authoritative character, longed for and loved sexual climax and orgasm and all variety of things like that which were a kind of ‘ forbidden fruit.'After all, I was not that old but my dead body was fully developed. squeamish chest, a slender waist and a pussy that wouldn't stop wanting attention…not to mention anal…another joy. I was all systems"go"and systems were prepare to go with any trace, or no suggestion at all.

Then there was this young non-Christian priest, Father Daniel, in his wickedness robe and dangling religious crossbreeding with the little Man on it…an almost defenseless symbolisation of rectitude ... erectitude ! ... …nailed to a crisscross but what stuck in my mind was this Man with only a lumbus cloth concealing his genitals. It should not take in been erotic but for me, a new woman, I imagined him stripped of that cloth, revealing a deprived, nascent penis which I would inunct with my lips, lick with my tongue, make for my feminine magic trick on his body until he was alive, rear, wah lah ... resplendent pulsing erectitude ! dripping with pre-cum and my organic structure prepare to conjure him and IT to an rapturous"religious"experience…me leaping on the cross, grasping his shoulders, lifting to lieu and my legs embracing that body, looking down at his hard dick in total display between my legs, lunging my pussy onto his toilsome cock…again and AGAIN ! Him mumbling :"Forgive me Father…but she knows what to do."Feeling him enter my wet body, churning me, holding Him tight and then His ejaculation and His ghostlike spermatozoon oozing from my hot cunt. He softens, smiles and I slip down, licking Him dry, both of us still shivering in a forbidden delight. Virgin Mary Magdalene, her feverish kisses on Him, His pecker milking her cunt to ecstasy had nothing on our shoemaker's last arcminute clash. He should have been ashamed yielding to earthly pleasure even with his beloved Madonna. I had no shame when it came to fucking.

But such was not to bump except in my sacrilegious ambition. begetter Daniel's dangling crossbreeding was only a symbolisation that aroused my imagination…my wicked thoughts…which were now in the form and figure of high-priced handsome, hot Padre Daniel…his sinister 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 birth there was no idea of a spiritual bent and thus he had foreskin with which I like to play in our minuscule sex games. His dangling cross was the exclusively dangling thing when we were together !

Becky and I would look at bout milking that terrific instrument of pleasure until Father Daniel lay in an exhausted United States Department of State having proud of us both. He seduced me one early afternoon after school day but then the fun began as I shamed him to admit that he was a over-the-top ass 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 public figure before, during and after our fuck academic session and it all made him hotter still.

One good afternoon, Becky left early after one of our ‘ sleep together school term'and Father Daniel whispered in my ear :"Phyllis. I want to suffer you away from church service and drop More sentence, alone, just with you."His words sent erotic chills through me ... my pussy lips spontaneously twitching ... chill all over.

Becky and I were best protagonist but also competitors for the non-Christian priest's attending in some erotic way. We girls each wanted to be his favorite, 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 cross resting on my breast, and exhausted and cuddling in his private room. I loved rubbing my body over his nakedness, feeling his limp hammer on my wet cunt…knowing I was the movement both of inflaming it and also of putting it to sleep ... surely a power 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 cerebrate of our ‘ hugger-mugger'clip without Becky sharing. I was under his ‘ Spell.'

The next day couldn't come soon enough. The motel was walking distance from schoolhouse and I walked there as soon as division was over, knocking on the room he had indicated. . I was filled with religious fervidness as I knocked on the motel door. This clock time, like the low metre 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 social 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 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 hint I would pass on 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 well-favoured priest in his seductive robe…the hybrid dangling down suggestively. We embraced and he whispered :"You're a special girl, Phyllis. Are you ready for your surprise ?"‘ surprise ?'I thought. It was quiet in the room and I held on, wondering."The Gospel of St. John report card ‘ Jesus of Nazareth wept.'” he said and I waited for my surprise."You make me weep sometimes,"he said."We have a God Almighty intervention every time we fuck…it's like my hammer gets grueling just thinking of you and your body ... and your cunt."“ That's not a prissy Christian Bible, Father,"I teased."Nice isn't the intelligence,"he said,"Divine is more like it and when it's your ‘ cunt'my cock is in desperate need. And I'm not the only if one who feels that way."

I'm not the solitary one I thought ? What does he mean and I hugged him tight, his cross press against my breasts, feeling his punishing cock against my body. I wanted him just then and whispered :"My little ‘ cunt'wants you to relieve it of its tensions, Fatherhood. What is my surprise 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 better-looking man ! I got More of those shivers at the whole idea. It was to be a threesome ! Not an animal triplet with Father Daniel's dog but a human one. That had never happened to me, I was a little scared and I suddenly wished Becky was with me.

"This is Father Saint James from another parish. We have been friends and shared stories…I told him of the delightful young nubile parishioner named Phyllis. James IV and I have confided in all things. His congregation is older 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 bequeath,"I said. beginner Daniel and James looked at each former. James said :"Maybe you should leave but first have a look at things."

That said, father James lifted his shadow robe. He was fully upright. All of him and when I say ‘ all'of him there was a great deal in the intelligence ‘ all'as far as James II was concerned. He was vast and stiff, turn and already dripping."My congregants are mostly elderly,"he said,"and when Danny told me about ‘ his'little Phyllis I had to ask to link you…my cock is very needy."I looked at his brass, his eyes and down to his pissed penis. God ! I thought, are no priest circumcised ? My Daniel and now his booster James…both of them with foreskin.

Father James I approached as I thought of leaving but my paw went to him…the head of his cock peeking out…his flesh was so hot and his dick dripping. I grasped and moved the pelt over the drumhead of his enormous cock. It was captivating me and flexed in my hand. I bent to kiss and cream as I moved the foreskin to expose him. He tasted 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 waist and lifting my dress. It was too belatedly to bequeath. I wanted to appease and enjoy my surprise. Daniel was a very good priest and beside all that, my picayune pussy had been aching for a ride all day.

My apparel now at my waist and Book of Daniel's cock moving from behind and caressing between my peg. I was licking and stroking his acquaintance, James, whose fingers were in my tomentum and on my ears. I was hot and a fiddling scared. James was a monster. I didn't know if he would offend me. I was young and little and so was my cunt. It was just the powerful size for a regular man or even a regular doggie but what about James ? I kissed and sucked and stroked. His balls were tightening in my hands. Daniel was milking me, teasing me, his rooster back and forth, from behind, between my legs, smoothing the mouth of my wet cunt with his hot hammer as I moved on it, undulating, and construction my heat.

King James pulled my face away and held me up to him with a delicious snuggling."Don't,"he said,"you're going to bring me off too soon. There is a better way to make for me off."“ I'm just a slight girl,"I whispered."I don't know…"

James hands caress my face, smoothing my lips that were wet from his huge rooster."You taste good,"I said. He licked my sass and smiled."piffling James wants to try out you."“ He's not short,"I said and gulped for breathing space,"he's variety of big…huge."I let out my breathing place and sat on the couch, letting my garb down.

King James I sat beside me, holding me. forefather Daniel opened a bottle :"Sacrificial wine,"he said and we all laughed."Am I the forfeit ?"I laughed. Now I was surrounded by horny men who said :"To you, Phyllis."“ To me, the sacrificial Elia,"I said and we clicked glasses and drank. I reached under Father Epistle of James'robe to examine him again. My hand seemed short to the task but he was still punishing and I stroked him. He stuck out his legs and pulled up his gown, letting out a huge sigh, I looked at my Daniel :"This is a very big surprise !"Then I leaned over James for another candy kiss and slug, his speciality flexing as I held him with both hands. It was my dragon and he was on fervor. I played with the prepuce, back and Forth,"You're going to shit me cum,"James said and I slowed and drank some more wine.

"I need to relax a piddling,"I said."Let me get used to the musical theme of being a sacrifice for you two ... of my diminutive little cunt and ‘ piffling'James."They clicked their glasses with mine. It was quiet in the room. I heard cars passing by exterior. My head was dizzy and not just from the vino. I had to cool off down a bit before we got into the ‘ sacrificial Charles Lamb'part of the afternoon. What would I tell Becky ? What should I state Becky ? I sort of wished Becky were here just now. I felt very vulnerable and alone but also very supernumerary hot. thought process of Becky fucking James reassuring. I would severalise her of this new experience and we would have a giggle-fest..

Daniel leaned in and kissed ; his helping hand under my wearing apparel, petting me."You're really wet Phyllis. Do you like my lilliputian surprise ?"he said."I'm uneasy and there is nothing ‘ little'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 and judging his distance and breadth. I changed the subject.

"You men won't like me for this but I have a fantasy,"I said. James IV 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 crossbreeding 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, begetter, how could Jesus feature loved kissing her and not fondled and fucked Madonna ?"Now we were all laughing. I pulled on Book of the Prophet Daniel's cross and slapped him on the breast with it. Henry James looked at us and took hold of his hybrid and playfully slapped my chest."You're making my teat 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 different sizes and I couldn't guide my mind of the size of James…I had never seen…or imagined…such a putz."I don't know,"I repeated,"he's huge and I'm little."“ And pixilated,"said Daniel. I was a anxious little girl.

Jesse James stood and took my helping hand 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 piffling Phyllis and I know what ‘ short Saint James the Apostle'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 sort but I was neural and full of wonder.

The time had come. He pushed me back on the bed, putting a pillow under my head word. James reached for another pillow and lifted my bottom, lifted my attire, spread apart my leg. I felt a sudden imperturbability where I was hot and looked between my legs to see the heading 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 stage and second joint and where I was burning hot. My mind was to the full of words : ‘ hungry,'‘ starved,'‘ huge,'‘ wet,'‘ cunt.'My starving cunt ! I began to relax on the soft pillows. King James I'hands smoothing my thighs, petting my cunt with favourable reception -- boost ... adjusting my position on the pillows telling me dulcet, naughty things. I was relaxing, readying for my role as lamb..

James leaned over me, kissing and licking my mouth, and I tensed in expectation. His cock touched and played. I reached down with both hands. I could barely get hold of him and pushed the skin down to reveal his cock which was a cryptic pinko and oozing his precum. We were two hot bodies : a priest and his penitent. He was against my bitch now, sliding along the folds, nudging my clit. I shivered as he played with my pissed clit. It was hot and delicious and I lifted and held myself. His cock now parting my minor bitch lips…kissing me again and pushing…he held my knees far apart and I felt entirely subject, ready to be taken, to be fucked and ravished ... and, Yes ! ... skewered on his luring shaft ... his dragon in my cave.

Then his cockhead was spreading me, hurting me but hurting nice ! Slowly the dragon was setting me on flak, to a new summit of ecstasy and I lifted and spread myself."You're dessert,"he said."Your snatch is beautiful and wet and…"“ Oh God ! honey God !"I oozed."Father, you're spreading me so wide."“ You're pixilated 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 snatch. I began to relax and respond. He moved inside and then out. My hands went to his waist…our lip 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 deep thrust ... he had entered my body ... deep in my individual ... …his balls pounding my bottom.

I was going deaf or my forefront was pounding or my entire consistence was releasing on this monster taking me places. I tasted the rake from his ear and swallowed and held him…HELD HIM…I opened my eyes but it was a blur…I shook my head teacher and cried out for another push and another climax taking all my soul 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 blank, shook, shuddered, bit him again, he/we finally slowed and he laid on me…an impaled young woman. I took him all ... had luxuriated in his dragon breath of fervor ... a reverent fervor. I was so proud. I didn't want him to weaken or leave my bitch. He belonged in my cunt and I squeezed on my flying dragon. Squeezed hard."You're beautiful,"St. James said and I kissed his ear where it had bled."Some girls are scared when they see it,"he said,"It can be a bane 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 Daniel was holding my hand."Watching the two of you made me come…just observance,"he said. I looked up at him and at his prick, puckered my lips. He moved conclude and I licked the finally droppings of his cum. I was exhausted and kissed his cock. I began to find out again, the cars outside our room passing along the highway and it all calmed me down, back to my smoke from such an afternoon. Jesse James was lying beside me and I reached out and petted his flaccid cock…his dragon…'lilliputian Saint James"all mild and bland. I would have to tell Becky all about it. She would be jealous but I would assure her that there is this James and this ‘ trivial James.'I was sure she would forgive me for ‘ sneaking off'like I had…as long as she got a luck to relish the new priest and his"surprise."It was a big surprise…HUGE ! I felt so very warm and soft and squeezed my piffling dragon which had ‘ dozed off.'I wanted that brute to set me on fire again, soon !