Father Book of Daniel's"Spell."by Phyllisroger annerogerduncan @ sti.net

I was young and marriageable and also, this was the important part, longed for and loved orgasms and climaxes and all kinds of affair like that which were a kind of ‘ forbidden fruit.'After all, I was not that old but my body was fully developed. Nice breasts, a slender waist and a pussy that wouldn't hold on wanting attention…not to cite anal…another joy. I was all systems"go"and system were ready to go with any mesmerism, or no suggestion at all.

Then there was this young priest, Father Daniel, in his wickedness gown and dangling religious crossing with the little Man on it…an almost naked symbol of rectitude…nailed to a crossbreeding but what stuck in my judgment was this Man with only a lumbus textile concealing his buck private. It should not give birth been erotic but for me, a Edward Young woman, I imagined him stripped of that textile, revealing a deprived penis which I would inunct with my lips, lick with my tongue, work my womanly magic on his dead body until he was alive, erect, dripping with pre-cum and my torso make to shake up him to a religious experience…me leaping on the crossbreeding, grasping his shoulders, lifting to spatial relation and my legs embracing that torso, looking down at his tough cock in wide-cut video display between my wooden leg, lunging my cunt onto his intemperate cock…Him mumbling :"Forgive me Father…but she knows what to do."Feeling him enter my wet organic structure, churning me, holding Him tight and then His interjection and His spiritual sperm oozing from my hot puss. He softens, grinning and I slip down, licking Him dry, both of us still shivering in a forbidden joy. Blessed Virgin Magdalene, her feverous kisses on Him, His prick milking her cunt to ecstasy had nothing on our last minute brush. He should have been ashamed yielding to earthly pleasure even with his beloved Mary. I had no shame when it came to fucking.

But such was not to happen except in my sacrilegious dreaming. Father-God Daniel's dangling crown of thorns was only a symbol that aroused my imagination…my wicked thoughts…which were now in the kind and soma of love handsome, hot Father Daniel…his disgraceful 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 care. I thought priest were circumcised but he explained that at giving birth there was no idea of a religious bent and thus he had foreskin with which I like to recreate in our trivial sex games. His dangling mark was the only dangling matter when we were together !

Becky and I would take act milking that rattling instrument of pleasure until Father Book of Daniel lay in an tucker state having pleased 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 over-the-top 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 young and virile…extremely virile…and Becky and I tasted of his manliness. I called him every sinful and dirty name 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 academic term'and Father Daniel whispered in my ear :"Phyllis. I want to get together you away from church building and pass more than time, alone, just with you."His discussion sent chills through me. Becky and I were best friends but also competitors for the non-Christian priest's attentions in some erotic way. We girls each wanted to be his best-loved, 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 raw, except for his cross resting on my white meat, and exhausted and cuddling in his private room. I loved rubbing my body over his nakedness, feeling his limp peter on my wet cunt…knowing I was the crusade of putting it to sleep. I reached and felt his Lucille Ball and thought of seeing him alone. It was erotic to think of our ‘ mysterious'time without Becky sharing. I was under his ‘ Spell.'

The next day couldn't come soon enough. The motel was walking distance from school and I walked there as soon as year was over, knocking on the room he had indicated. . I was filled with spiritual fervor as I knocked on the motel room access. This prison term, like the first time 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 prediction because don Book of 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 bat the tears from my cheeks while, even then, still finishing me off with extra strokes. Then he would lie on top of me…when I caught my breath I would pass between us and stroke him as he would gradually go lenient. This was a religious experience for me.

I knocked on the doorway, it opened and I entered. There was my bountiful priest in his seductive robe…the cross dangling down suggestively. We embraced and he whispered :"You're a special girl, Phyllis. Are you fix for your surprise ?"‘ Surprise ?'I thought. It was quiet in the room and I held on, wondering."The religious doctrine of lav reports ‘ Jesus wept.'” he said and I waited for my surprisal."You make me weep sometimes,"he said."We have a God Almighty intervention every time we fuck…it's like my cock gets gruelling just cerebration of you and your trunk and your cunt."“ That's not a squeamish word, Father,"I teased."Nice isn't the word,"he said,"Godhead is more like it and when it's your ‘ pussy'my prick is in desperate need. And I'm not the solely one who feels that way."

I'm not the only one I thought ? What does he think of and I hugged him tight, his cross pressing against my breasts, feeling his hard peter against my consistency. I wanted him just then and whispered :"My little ‘ twat'wants you to free it of its tautness, begetter. What is my surprise you dirty man ?"Just then the john doorway opened and I looked to see another man of the fabric emerge. His smile was Brobdingnagian and lecherous ! Another good-looking man ! I got frisson at the solid thought. It was to be a threesome ! Not an brute trey with father 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 St. James the Apostle from another parish. We have been friend and shared stories…I told him of the delightful new nubile parishioner named Phyllis. Epistle of James and I have confided in all affair. His fold is older 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. Father Daniel and St. James looked at each other. James said :"Maybe you should leave but first have a flavor at things."

That said, Father James II lifted his nighttime robe. He was fully set up. All of him and when I say ‘ all'of him there was a outstanding plenty in the word ‘ all'as far as St. James the Apostle was concerned. He was vast and stiff, flexing and already dripping."My congregants are mostly senior,"he said,"and when Danny told me about ‘ his'lilliputian Phyllis I had to ask to join you…my cock is very needy."I looked at his look, his middle and down to his stiffly member. God ! I thought, are no priests circumcised ? My Daniel and now his Friend James…both of them with foreskin.

Father James approached as I thought of leaving but my hand went to him…the fountainhead of his turncock peeking out…his material body was so hot and his stopcock dripping. I grasped and moved the skin over the headway of his tremendous prick. It was captivating me and flexed in my manus. I bent to kiss and figure out as I moved the foreskin to let out him. He tasted afters."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 waist and lifting my frock. It was too late to lead. I wanted to persist and enjoy my surprisal. Daniel was a very honest non-Christian priest and beside all that, my petty cunt had been aching for a ride all day.

My attire now at my shank and Daniel's stopcock moving from behind and between my legs. I was licking and stroking his friend, Saint James, whose fingers were in my hair and on my capitulum. I was hot and a little daunt. King James I was a monstrosity. I didn't know if he would anguish me. I was Loretta Young and small and so was my slit. It was just the right size for a steady man or even a regular doggie but what about James ? I kissed and sucked and stroked. His clump were tightening in my handwriting. Daniel was milking me, teasing me, his cock back and Forth, from behind, between my legs, smoothing the sass of my wet puss with his hot pecker as I moved on it and building my heat.

James pulled my face away and held me up to him with a pleasant-tasting kissing."Don't,"he said,"you're going 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…"

James hands caressed my brass, smoothing my lips that were wet from his Brobdingnagian prick."You taste good,"I said. He licked my mouth and smiled."trivial Henry James wants to smack you."“ He's not footling,"I said and gulped for breath,"he's kind of big…huge."I let out my breath and sat on the sofa, letting my wearing apparel down.

James I sat beside me, holding me. Father Daniel opened a bottle :"Sacrificial wine,"he said and we all laughed."Am I the sacrifice ?"I laughed. Now I was surrounded by steamy men who said :"To you, Phyllis."“ To me, the sacrificial lamb,"I said and we clicked spectacles and drank. I reached under Father William James'robe to examine him again. My hand seemed inadequate to the job but he was still tough and I stroked him. He stuck out his legs and pulled up his robe, letting out a huge suspiration, I looked at my Daniel :"This is a very big surprise !"Then I leaned over James for another buss and salt lick, his strength flexing as I held him with both hands. It was my dragon and he was on fire. I played with the foreskin, back and forth,"You're going to get me cum,"James said and I slowed and salute some more wine.

"I need to relax a short,"I said."Let me get used to the theme of being a forfeiture for you two."They clicked their glass with mine. It was hushed in the room. I heard railroad car passing by outside. My head was dizzy and not just from the wine. I had to cool down a bit before we got into the ‘ Elia'part of the afternoon. What would I tell Becky ? What should I tell apart Becky ? I sort of wish well Becky were here just now. I felt very vulnerable and alone and very hot. Daniel leaned in and kissed ; his hand under my dress, petting me."You're really wet Phyllis. Do you like my footling surprise ?"he said."I'm nervous,"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 IV 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 crown of thorns and how He liked it all and came in me…came concentrated. I told them all about Madonna Magdalene and how they liked kissing."Tell me, don, how could Jesus sustain loved kissing her and not fondled and fucked Blessed Virgin ?"Now we were all laughing. I pulled on Daniel's crisscross and slapped him on the pectus with it. James looked at us and took hold of his hybridization 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 robes to their waists. They were both beautiful though of different sizing and I couldn't take my head of the size of James…I had never seen…or imagined…such a instrument."I don't know,"I repeated,"he's huge and I'm little."“ And tight,"said Book of the Prophet Daniel. I was a nervous trivial girl.

James stood and took my hand saying :"Now's the fourth dimension 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 Saint James'likes to do. He is one hungry, starved fellow these many months of my thoroughly behavior."He was teasing me and I loved it. He was so gentle and form but I was skittish and full of wonder.

The time had come. He pushed me back on the bed, putting a pillow under my psyche. James reached for another pillow and lifted my butt, lifted my frock, spread apart my peg. I felt a sudden nip where I was hot and looked between my legs to see the headspring of his cock 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 legs 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 soft pillows. James'hands smoothing my thighs, adjusting my lieu on the pillows telling me honeyed things.

Henry James leaned over me, kissing and licking my sassing, and I tensed in anticipation. His stopcock touched and played. I reached down with both hands. I could barely get hold of him and pushed the skin down to disclose 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 cunt now, sliding along the folds, nudging my button. 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 slit lips…kissing me again and pushing…he held my genu far apart and I felt entirely undefendable, ready to be taken, to be fucked and ravished.

Then his cockhead was spreading me, hurting me but hurting courteous ! Slowly the dragon was setting me on fervour, to a new height of go and I lifted and spread myself."You're sweet,"he said."Your cunt is beautiful and wet and…"“ Oh God ! honey God !"I oozed."begetter, you're spreading me so wide."“ You're tight Phyllis…your bitch is gripping me…unh !"I was holding myself now as the dragon was stroking, was going bass. 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 mouths kissing, breathing. I was panting with each thrust…I was going somewhere I had never been. teardrop were on my cheeks…he leaned into me and I bit his ear. He punished me then with a sudden thrust…his formal pounding my bottom.

I was going deaf or my psyche was pounding or my entire body was releasing on this fiend taking me lieu. I tasted the blood from his ear and swallowed and held him…HELD HIM…I opened my heart but it was a blur…I shook my head and cried out for another thrust and another climax taking all my somebody 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 weaken or leave my bitch. He belonged in my cunt and I squeezed on my Draco. 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 observance,"he said. I looked up at him and at his cock, puckered my sass. He moved closely and I licked the go dung of his cum. I was exhausted and kissed his cock. I began to hear the railway car outside our room overtaking along the highway and it all calmed me down, back to my senses from such an afternoon. Saint James was lying beside me and I reached out and petted his flabby cock…his dragon…'little James"all soft and liquid. I would own to tell Becky all about it. She would be jealous but I would recount her that there is this St. James the Apostle and this ‘ little James.'I was certainly 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 strong and easy and crush my picayune dragon which had ‘ dozed off.'I wanted that beast to set me on flaming again, soon !