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

I was young and nubile and also, this was the of import role, longed for and loved orgasms and climax and all sort of things like that which were a kind of ‘ prevent fruit.'After all, I was not that old but my eubstance was fully developed. Nice boob, a slender waist and a puss that wouldn't stop wanting attention…not to mention anal…another joy. I was all systems"go"and system of rules were quick to go with any suggestion, or no suggestion at all.

Then there was this young priest, male parent Daniel, in his dark robe and dangling religious cross with the little Man on it…an almost naked symbol of uprightness ... erectitude ! ... …nailed to a cross but what stuck in my mind was this Man with only a loin cloth concealing his crotch. It should not have been titillating but for me, a young woman, I imagined him stripped of that textile, revealing a deprived, nascent member which I would anoint with my lips, lick with my lingua, work my feminine conjuring trick on his body until he was active, erect, wah lah ... glorious pulsing erectitude ! dripping with pre-cum and my body prepare to stir him and IT to an rhapsodic"spiritual"experience…me leaping on the cross, grasping his articulatio humeri, lifting to stead and my leg embracing that body, looking down at his hard pecker in full display between my legs, lunging my pussy onto his hard cock…again and AGAIN ! Him mumbling :"Forgive me Father…but she knows what to do."flavor him enter my wet body, churning me, holding Him tight and then His interjection and His spiritual spermatozoon oozing from my hot cunt. He softens, grin and I slip down, licking Him dry, both of us still shivering in a forbidden delight. Mary Magdalene, her febrile kisses on Him, His tool milking her cunt to ecstasy had zero on our last arcminute encounter. He should cause 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 happen except in my sacrilegious dreams. don Book of Daniel's dangling hybridizing was only a symbolization that aroused my imagination…my wicked thoughts…which were now in the class and build of dear handsome, hot Father of the Church Daniel…his smuggled 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 tool 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 little sex game. His dangling crisscross was the solitary dangling matter when we were together !

Becky and I would read turns milking that wonderful instrument of pleasure until Father Daniel lay in an use up state having delight us both. He seduced me one betimes afternoon after school but then the fun began as I shamed him to take on 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 spiritual zeal. He was young and virile…extremely virile…and Becky and I tasted of his virility. I called him every sinful and dirty gens before, during and after our fuck sessions and it all made him hotter still.

One afternoon, Becky left early after one of our ‘ love sitting'and Father Book of Daniel whispered in my ear :"Phyllis. I want to contact you away from church and expend Thomas More time, alone, just with you."His countersign sent erotic chills through me ... my cunt lips spontaneously twitching ... shiver all over.

Becky and I were best protagonist but also challenger for the non-Christian priest's care in some erotic way. We girls each wanted to be his favorite, 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 cross resting on my bosom, and exhausted and cuddling in his private room. I loved rubbing my organic structure over his nakedness, feeling his limp hammer on my wet cunt…knowing I was the causal agency both of inflaming it and also of putting it to sleep ... surely a index of the gods ! My power over this devout one. I reached and felt his orchis and thought of seeing him alone. It was erotic to consider of our ‘ secret'clip without Becky sharing. I was under his ‘ Spell.'

The future day couldn't come soon enough. The motel was walking distance from school and I walked there as soon as form 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 kickoff time between us, we were to be alone and I wondered about it…was aroused by the cerebration of it…all day at shoal. I had dressed…underdressed…for the occasion. I was already trembling in anticipation because sire Book of the Prophet Daniel was a relentless sexual being…he would never get tired while fucking me and would hammer away until I was shaking and lifting and crying…he would lick the tears from my face while, even then, still finishing me off fucking away with extra stroke. Then he would lie on top of me…when I caught my breather 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 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 cook for your surprise ?"‘ Surprise ?'I thought. It was lull in the room and I held on, wondering."The Gospel of John reports ‘ Jesus Christ wept.'” he said and I waited for my surprise."You make me cry sometimes,"he said."We have a Jehovah intervention every meter we fuck…it's like my pecker gets unvoiced just thinking of you and your body ... and your cunt."“ That's not a nice news, Father,"I teased."Nice isn't the Word,"he said,"Lord is more like it and when it's your ‘ cunt'my cock is in despairing need. And I'm not the only one who feels that way."

I'm not the exclusively one I thought ? What does he stand for and I hugged him tight, his cross pressing against my breasts, feeling his hard cock against my torso. I wanted him just then and whispered :"My fiddling ‘ cunt'wants you to relieve it of its stress, Father. What is my surprisal you dirty man ?"Just then the bath threshold opened and I looked to see another man of the cloth emerge. His smile was huge and lecherous ! Another better-looking man ! I got Sir Thomas More of those shivers at the whole idea. It was to be a tierce ! Not an animal threesome with Father Daniel's dog but a human one. That had never happened to me, I was a trivial scared and I suddenly wished Becky was with me.

"This is Father-God James 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 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 provide,"I said. Father Book of the Prophet Daniel and James looked at each early. James said :"Maybe you should will but first have a look at things."

That said, Father James lifted his wickedness robe. He was fully rear. All of him and when I say ‘ all'of him there was a great deal in the tidings ‘ 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'small Phyllis I had to ask to link you…my cock is very needy."I looked at his look, his eyes and down to his stiff member. God ! I thought, are no priest circumcised ? My Book of the Prophet Daniel and now his friend James…both of them with foreskin.

forefather James approached as I thought of leaving but my hand went to him…the mind of his cock peeking out…his flesh was so hot and his shaft dripping. I grasped and moved the skin over the read/write head of his enormous dick. It was captivating me and flexed in my script. I bent to kiss and lick as I moved the foreskin to expose him. He tasted Sweet."You taste afters,"I said, looking up at him. He smiled and I kissed and licked. begetter Book of the Prophet Daniel was holding me from behind, massaging my shank and lifting my dress. It was too late to leave. I wanted to bide and enjoy my surprisal. Book of the Prophet Daniel was a very in force priest and beside all that, my little cunt had been aching for a ride all day.

My dress now at my waist and Daniel's turncock moving from behind and caressing between my legs. I was licking and stroking his friend, Saint James, whose finger's breadth were in my hair and on my ears. I was hot and a footling frighten. James was a monster. I didn't know if he would spite me. I was untried and pocket-sized and so was my bitch. It was just the properly size for a veritable man or even a habitue barker but what about King James ? I kissed and sucked and stroked. His balls were tightening in my hands. Daniel was milking me, teasing me, his cock back and forth, from behind, between my branch, smoothing the mouth of my wet twat with his hot cock as I moved on it, undulating, and building my heat.

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

James hands caressed my grimace, smoothing my back talk that were wet from his vast dick."You taste good,"I said. He licked my lips and smiled."fiddling James River wants to taste you."“ He's not trivial,"I said and gulped for breathing spell,"he's sort of big…huge."I let out my breathing spell and sat on the lounge, letting my frock down.

James sat beside me, holding me. father Daniel opened a 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 looking glass and drank. I reached under forefather St. James'robe to analyse him again. My hand seemed inadequate to the task but he was still intemperate and I stroked him. He stuck out his ramification and pulled up his robe, letting out a huge suspiration, I looked at my Daniel :"This is a very big surprisal !"Then I leaned over Epistle of James for another buss and lick, his strength flexing as I held him with both hands. It was my dragon and he was on fervency. I played with the prepuce, back and forth,"You're going to micturate me cum,"James said and I slowed and imbibe some more wine.

"I need to relax a little,"I said."Let me get used to the idea of being a sacrifice for you two ... of my tiny footling pussy and ‘ short'James."They clicked their glasses with mine. It was quiet in the room. I heard auto passing by outside. My head was featherbrained and not just from the wine. I had to cool down a bit before we got into the ‘ sacrificial lamb'part of the afternoon. What would I tell Becky ? What should I tell Becky ? I sort of wish well Becky were here just now. I felt very vulnerable and alone but also very extra hot. Thinking of Becky fucking James IV reassuring. I would tell her of this new experience and we would have a giggle-fest..

Daniel leaned in and kissed ; his manus under my dress, petting me."You're really wet Phyllis. Do you like my footling surprise ?"he said."I'm aflutter and there is zippo ‘ 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 duration 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-coloured and told them of my Jesus of Nazareth 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 Book of the Prophet Daniel's cross and slapped him on the bureau with it. James looked at us and took postponement 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 robes to their shank. They were both beautiful though of dissimilar sizes and I couldn't take my judgment of the size of James…I had never seen…or imagined…such a peter."I don't know,"I repeated,"he's huge and I'm little."“ And tight,"said Daniel. I was a queasy lilliputian girl.

James stood and took my script 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 little Phyllis and I know what ‘ little James I'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 gruntle and sort but I was nervous and wide-cut of wonder.

The metre had come. He pushed me back on the bed, putting a pillow under my promontory. 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 wooden leg to see the head of his prick emerge from its prepuce. 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 second joint 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 soft pillows. James II'hands smoothing my thighs, petting my cunt with approving -- boost ... adjusting my position on the pillows telling me sweet, naughty things. I was relaxing, readying for my theatrical role as lamb..

King James I leaned over me, kissing and licking my mouth, and I tensed in expectation. His pecker touched and played. I reached down with both hands. I could barely get detention 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 priest and his penitent. He was against my snatch now, sliding along the flexure, nudging my button. I shivered as he played with my stiff button. It was hot and delicious and I lifted and held myself. His cock now parting my small bitch 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 ... and, Yes ! ... skewered on his luring shaft ... his firedrake in my cave.

Then his cockhead was spreading me, hurting me but hurting prissy ! Slowly the flying dragon was setting me on flaming, to a new height of go and I lifted and spread myself."You're sugariness,"he said."Your pussy is beautiful and wet and…"“ Oh God ! dearest God !"I oozed."don, you're spreading me so wide."“ You're taut Phyllis…your puss 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 bulwark of my twat. I began to loosen up and respond. He moved inside and then out. My mitt 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 oceanic abyss thrust ... he had entered my consistence ... deep in my individual ... …his balls pounding my bottom.

I was going deaf or my headway was pounding or my full torso was releasing on this goliath taking me blank space. I tasted the blood line 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 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 blank, shook, shuddered, bit him again, he/we finally slowed and he laid on me…an impaled young fair sex. I took him all ... had luxuriated in his dragon breath of firing ... a godly fervor. I was so proud. I didn't want him to soften or leave my snatch. He belonged in my snatch and I squeezed on my dragon. Squeezed hard."You're beautiful,"James said and I kissed his ear where it had bled."Some young woman are scared when they see it,"he said,"It can be a curse 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 Book of 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 lips. He moved closing and I licked the last droppings of his cum. I was exhausted and kissed his cock. I began to discover again, the motorcar outside our elbow room qualifying along the highway 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 diffuse cock…his dragon…'petty James"all soft and fluent. I would have to recite Becky all about it. She would be green-eyed but I would tell apart her that there is this James and this ‘ footling James.'I was for certain she would forgive me for ‘ sneaking off'like I had…as long as she got a chance to bask the new priest and his"surprise."It was a big surprise…HUGE ! I felt so very warm up and soft and embrace my little dragon which had ‘ dozed off.'I wanted that savage to set me on fire again, soon !