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

I was Brigham Young and marriageable and also, this was the important part, longed for and loved orgasm and climaxes and all kinds of things like that which were a variety of ‘ forbidden fruit.'After all, I was not that old but my physical structure was fully developed. dainty breasts, a slender waist and a pussy that wouldn't break wanting attention…not to mention anal…another joy. I was all systems"go"and systems were ready to go with any suggestion, or no suggestion at all.

Then there was this Edward Young priest, Father Daniel, in his dark robe and dangling spiritual mark with the small Man on it…an almost naked symbol of rectitude ... erectitude ! ... …nailed to a cross but what stuck in my creative thinker was this Man with only a loin material concealing his privates. It should not have been titillating but for me, a young cleaning woman, I imagined him stripped of that material, revealing a deprived, nascent member which I would anoint with my lips, lick with my natural language, form my feminine deception on his organic structure until he was awake, erect, wah lah ... glorious pulsing erectitude ! dripping with pre-cum and my body ready to shift him and IT to an rapt"religious"experience…me leaping on the cross, grasping his shoulders, lifting to position and my legs embracing that body, looking down at his hard peter in full show between my legs, lunging my pussy onto his hard cock…again and AGAIN ! Him mumbling :"Forgive me Father…but she knows what to do."touch sensation him enter my wet body, churning me, holding Him tight and then His ejaculation and His spiritual sperm cell oozing from my hot puss. He softens, smiles and I slip down, licking Him dry, both of us still shivering in a prevent delight. The Virgin Magdalene, her feverous candy kiss on Him, His cock milking her cunt to ecstasy had nothing on our go minute coming upon. He should have been ashamed yielding to earthly delight even with his beloved Mary. I had no pity when it came to fucking.

But such was not to happen except in my profane dream. Father Daniel's dangling cross was only a symbolisation that aroused my imagination…my wicked thoughts…which were now in the form and physical body of dear handsome, hot Father of the Church Daniel…his pitch-black 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 tool ready for my attentions. I thought priests were circumcised but he explained that at parentage there was no mind of a spiritual bent-grass and thus he had foreskin with which I like to play in our little sex game. His dangling cross was the only dangling thing when we were together !

Becky and I would take turns milking that grand instrument of pleasure until Father Book of Daniel lay in an release commonwealth having pleased us both. He seduced me one early afternoon after school but then the fun began as I shamed him to accept that he was a unholy 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 new and virile…extremely virile…and Becky and I tasted of his manliness. I called him every sinful and dirty public figure before, during and after our fuck school term and it all made him hotter still.

One afternoon, Becky left early after one of our ‘ fuck Sessions'and Father Daniel whispered in my ear :"Phyllis. I want to meet you away from church and spend more prison term, alone, just with you."His actor's line sent erotic chills through me ... my cunt lips spontaneously twitching ... chill all over.

Becky and I were best protagonist but also competitors for the priest's attention 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 bosom, and exhausted and cuddling in his secret way. I loved rubbing my eubstance over his nakedness, feeling his limp tool on my wet cunt…knowing I was the grounds both of inflaming it and also of putting it to sleep ... surely a powerfulness of the idol ! My power over this devout one. I reached and felt his balls and thought of seeing him alone. It was erotic to think of our ‘ hush-hush'meter without Becky sharing. I was under his ‘ Spell.'

The future day couldn't come soon enough. The motel was walking distance from school day 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 threshold. This meter, like the first time between us, we were to be alone and I wondered about it…was aroused by the thinking of it…all day at school. I had dressed…underdressed…for the social function. I was already trembling in prediction because beginner Book of Daniel was a persistent 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 tears from my cheeks while, even then, still finishing me off fucking away with duplicate strokes. Then he would lie on top of me…when I caught my hint 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 especial girl, Phyllis. Are you gear up for your surprise ?"‘ surprise ?'I thought. It was quiet in the room and I held on, wondering."The gospel truth of John reports ‘ Jesus wept.'” he said and I waited for my surprise."You make me weep sometimes,"he said."We have a Godhead treatment every metre we fuck…it's like my prick gets tough just intellection of you and your body ... and your cunt."“ That's not a skillful word, male parent,"I teased."Nice isn't the word,"he said,"divine is more like it and when it's your ‘ cunt'my cock is in desperate motivation. And I'm not the only one who feels that way."

I'm not the only if one I thought ? What does he mean and I hugged him tight, his cross press against my breasts, feeling his hard cock against my body. I wanted him just then and whispered :"My little ‘ cunt'wants you to relieve it of its tension, Father. What is my surprise you dirty man ?"Just then the bathroom room access opened and I looked to see another man of the fabric emerge. His smiling was huge and lecherous ! Another handsome man ! I got more of those chill at the altogether idea. It was to be a trio ! Not an animal three with Father Daniel's dog but a human one. That had never happened to me, I was a little scar and I suddenly wished Becky was with me.

"This is Father Saint James 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 affair. His congregating is old 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 leave,"I said. founder Daniel and James looked at each early. James said :"Maybe you should depart but first have a look at things."

That said, begetter James lifted his iniquity robe. He was fully erect. All of him and when I say ‘ all'of him there was a heavy sight in the countersign ‘ all'as far as Henry James was concerned. He was huge and squiffy, flexing and already dripping."My congregants are mostly aged,"he said,"and when Danny told me about ‘ his'picayune Phyllis I had to ask to join you…my putz is very needy."I looked at his face, his oculus and down to his stiff appendage. God ! I thought, are no non-Christian priest circumcised ? My Daniel and now his friend James…both of them with foreskin.

Father Henry James approached as I thought of leaving but my bridge player went to him…the capitulum of his cock peeking out…his physical body was so hot and his dick dripping. I grasped and moved the tegument over the head of his enormous pecker. It was captivating me and flexed in my script. I bent to kiss and figure out as I moved the foreskin to scupper him. He tasted sweet."You taste sweet,"I said, looking up at him. He smiled and I kissed and licked. Father Book of the Prophet Daniel was holding me from behind, massaging my waistline and lifting my apparel. It was too recently to leave. I wanted to stay and enjoy my surprise. Book of Daniel was a very upright priest and beside all that, my lilliputian puss had been aching for a ride all day.

My dress now at my shank and Daniel's cock moving from behind and caressing between my legs. I was licking and stroking his booster, James II, whose fingers were in my hairsbreadth and on my spike. I was hot and a little scared. James was a monster. I didn't know if he would hurt me. I was young and small and so was my bitch. It was just the right size for a even man or even a fixture barker but what about 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 legs, smoothing the back talk of my wet slit 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 pleasant-tasting hugging."Don't,"he said,"you're going to bring 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 face, smoothing my sassing that were wet from his huge pecker."You taste safe,"I said. He licked my lips and smiled."small Epistle of James wants to try you."“ He's not piffling,"I said and gulped for breath,"he's kind of big…huge."I let out my hint and sat on the sofa, letting my dress down.

James sat beside me, holding me. Father Book of Daniel opened a bottle :"Sacrificial vino,"he said and we all laughed."Am I the sacrifice ?"I laughed. Now I was surrounded by horny men who said :"To you, Phyllis."“ To me, the sacrificial lamb,"I said and we clicked crank and drank. I reached under father James'gown to examine him again. My hired man seemed inadequate to the task but he was still hard and I stroked him. He stuck out his wooden leg and pulled up his robe, letting out a vast suspiration, I looked at my Daniel :"This is a very big surprise !"Then I leaned over St. James for another kiss and biff, 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 River,"You're going to relieve oneself me cum,"Saint James said and I slowed and drank 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 little pussy and ‘ little'James."They clicked their glasses with mine. It was quiet in the room. I heard cars passing by outside. My school principal was dizzy and not just from the wine-colored. 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 form of wished Becky were here just now. I felt very vulnerable and alone but also very spear carrier hot. Thinking of Becky fucking King James reassuring. I would tell her of this new experience and we would give birth a giggle-fest..

Daniel leaned in and kissed ; his hired man under my dress, petting me."You're really wet Phyllis. Do you like my little surprise ?"he said."I'm nervous 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 King James and judging his length and comprehensiveness. 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 hybrid and how He liked it all and came in me…came heavily. I told them all about The Virgin Magdalene and how they liked kissing."Tell me, Father of the Church, how could Jesus have loved kissing her and not fondled and fucked The Virgin ?"Now we were all laughing. I pulled on Book of the Prophet Daniel's cross and slapped him on the bureau with it. King James I looked at us and took hold of his hybridizing and playfully slapped my chest of drawers."You're making my tit hard !"I teased.

Now I had both priests…one on either side…and slipped their gown to their waist. They were both beautiful though of different size and I couldn't take my mind of the sizing of James…I had never seen…or imagined…such a tool."I don't know,"I repeated,"he's immense and I'm little."“ And stiff,"said Daniel. I was a neural little girl.

James stood and took my hand saying :"Now's the clock time to line up out."He pulled me to my foot and I followed him to the bed."I know what you like small Phyllis and I know what ‘ little James'likes to do. He is one hungry, starved fellow these many month of my serious behavior."He was teasing me and I loved it. He was so easy and kind but I was queasy and replete of wonder.

The time had come. He pushed me back on the bed, putting a pillow under my head. Saint James the Apostle reached for another pillow and lifted my bottom, lifted my dress, spread apart my legs. I felt a sudden imperturbableness where I was hot and looked between my pegleg to see the head of his cock emerge from its prepuce. It was so sexy and hot to see the tartar come out of its cave. My dragon. Like an eye, looking at me, flexing, looking at my legs and thighs and where I was burning hot. My mind was full-of-the-moon of words : ‘ hungry,'‘ starved,'‘ huge,'‘ wet,'‘ cunt.'My starving cunt ! I began to unbend on the mild pillows. James'hands smoothing my thighs, petting my puss with approval -- boost ... adjusting my position on the pillows telling me odorous, risque things. I was relaxing, readying for my purpose as lamb..

William James leaned over me, kissing and licking my mouth, and I tensed in prevision. His cock touched and played. I reached down with both custody. I could barely get hold of him and pushed the skin down to reveal his cock which was a deep pink and oozing his precum. We were two hot dead body : a priest and his penitent. He was against my twat now, sliding along the congregation, nudging my clit. I shivered as he played with my stiff clit. It was hot and delicious and I lifted and held myself. His pecker now parting my small twat lips…kissing me again and pushing…he held my knee joint far apart and I felt entirely open, make to be taken, to be fucked and ravished ... and, Yes ! ... skewered on his luring shot ... his tartar in my cave.

Then his cockhead was spreading me, hurting me but hurting prissy ! Slowly the dragon was setting me on fire, to a new height of ecstasy and I lifted and spread myself."You're dessert,"he said."Your puss is beautiful and wet and…"“ Oh God ! lamb God !"I oozed."Father, you're spreading me so wide."“ You're tight Phyllis…your bitch 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 cunt. I began to relax and respond. He moved inside and then out. My hands went to his waist…our back talk kissing, breathing. I was panting with each thrust…I was going somewhere I had never been. rip were on my cheeks…he leaned into me and I bit his ear. He punished me then with a sudden deep poke ... he had entered my body ... deep in my soul ... …his balls pounding my bottom.

I was going deaf or my psyche was pounding or my total body was releasing on this behemoth taking me places. I tasted the roue 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 thrust and another flood tide taking all my mortal and body…then he slowed…don't slow…keep fucking…never…never stop…and he fucked me fully, completely, milking the core of me ... I went blank, shook, shuddered, bit him again, he/we finally slowed and he laid on me…an impaled young cleaning woman. I took him all ... had luxuriated in his dragon breath of fervidness ... a godly ardor. I was so gallant. I didn't want him to soften or leave my cunt. 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 missy are scared when they see it,"he said,"It can be a scourge for me."I licked his ear again, tasting the blood, whispered :"I disagree with those girls…I think, my twat knows, it is a gift from God !"We snuggled in.

Father Book of Daniel was holding my helping hand."Watching the two of you made me come…just observance,"he said. I looked up at him and at his shaft, puckered my lips. He moved close and I licked the hold out droppings of his cum. I was exhausted and kissed his cock. I began to see again, the motorcar outside our room exit along the main road and it all calmed me down, back to my senses from such an good afternoon. James IV was lying beside me and I reached out and petted his soft cock…his dragon…'fiddling William James"all soft and smooth. I would have to tell Becky all about it. She would be jealous but I would secern her that there is this Saint James the Apostle and this ‘ little James.'I was for sure 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 up and diffused and squeezed my little dragon which had ‘ dozed off.'I wanted that wolf to set me on ardour again, soon !