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

I was youthful and nubile and also, this was the important character, longed for and loved coming and climaxes and all variety of things like that which were a kind of ‘ forbidden fruit.'After all, I was not that old but my body was fully developed. Nice knocker, a slender waist and a slit that wouldn't discontinue wanting attention…not to cite anal…another joy. I was all organisation"go"and systems were ready to go with any proposition, or no suggestion at all.

Then there was this Whitney Young priest, Father Daniel, in his dark robe and dangling religious cross with the little Man on it…an almost naked symbolization of rectitude ... erectitude ! ... …nailed to a cross but what stuck in my judgment was this Man with only a loin cloth concealing his genital organ. It should not birth been titillating but for me, a young woman, I imagined him stripped of that cloth, revealing a deprived, nascent penis which I would anele with my lips, lick with my lingua, go my feminine magic on his consistency until he was alive, erect, wah lah ... glorious pulsing erectitude ! dripping with pre-cum and my body gear up to stir him and IT to an ecstatic"religious"experience…me leaping on the cross, grasping his shoulders, lifting to position and my pegleg embracing that body, looking down at his strong hammer in wide display between my ramification, lunging my twat onto his hard 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 interjection and His ghostlike sperm oozing from my hot cunt. He softens, grinning and I slip down, licking Him dry, both of us still shivering in a forbidden delight. Mary Magdalene, her feverish kisses on Him, His dick milking her cunt to ecstasy had zero on our last mo encounter. He should receive 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 dreams. Father Daniel's dangling cross was only a symbol that aroused my imagination…my wicked thoughts…which were now in the form and flesh of dear handsome, hot Fatherhood Daniel…his smutty 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 aid. I thought priests were circumcised but he explained that at parentage there was no approximation of a spiritual bent and thus he had foreskin with which I like to play in our little sex secret plan. His dangling cross was the only dangling affair when we were together !

Becky and I would take number milking that wonderful instrument of pleasure until Church Father Book of the Prophet Daniel lay in an exhausted state having delight us both. He seduced me one former afternoon after school but then the fun began as I shamed him to admit that he was a iniquitous fucking machine…not just with me but with both Becky and me…I loved riding him and sucking him off with a religious ardor. He was young 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 session and it all made him hotter still.

One afternoon, Becky left early after one of our ‘ nooky sessions'and Father Daniel whispered in my ear :"Phyllis. I want to play you away from church building and drop more time, alone, just with you."His words sent erotic shudder through me ... my cunt lips spontaneously twitching ... tingle all over.

Becky and I were best friends but also contender for the 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 townsfolk. 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 individual way. I loved rubbing my body over his nudeness, feeling his limp prick on my wet cunt…knowing I was the cause both of inflaming it and also of putting it to log Z's ... surely a power of the divinity ! My world power over this devout one. I reached and felt his balls and intellection of seeing him alone. It was erotic to conceive of our ‘ secret'clock time without Becky sharing. I was under his ‘ Spell.'

The next day couldn't come soon enough. The motel was walking length from school and I walked there as soon as course was over, knocking on the way he had indicated. . I was filled with spiritual fervour as I knocked on the motel threshold. This time, 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 day. I had dressed…underdressed…for the occasion. I was already trembling in anticipation because don Daniel was a unforgiving intimate 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 brass while, even then, still finishing me off fucking away with superfluous cam stroke. Then he would lie on top of me…when I caught my breathing time 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 liberal priest in his seductive robe…the Cross dangling down suggestively. We embraced and he whispered :"You're a especial young lady, Phyllis. Are you ready for your surprise ?"‘ surprisal ?'I thought. It was quiet in the way and I held on, wondering."The gospel truth of Gospel According to John reports ‘ Jesus Christ wept.'” he said and I waited for my surprise."You make me cry sometimes,"he said."We have a divine intervention every time we fuck…it's like my cock gets tough just thinking of you and your consistency ... and your cunt."“ That's not a dainty word, Father of the Church,"I teased."Nice isn't the tidings,"he said,"divine is more like it and when it's your ‘ twat'my turncock is in heroic indigence. And I'm not the lonesome one who feels that way."

I'm not the simply one I thought ? What does he mean and I hugged him tight, his hybridisation press against my chest, feeling his tough tool against my torso. I wanted him just then and whispered :"My little ‘ slit'wants you to relieve it of its tensions, sire. What is my surprisal you dirty man ?"Just then the bathroom door opened and I looked to see another man of the cloth emerge. His smile was huge and lecherous ! Another handsome man ! I got Thomas More of those shivers at the unhurt idea. It was to be a threesome ! Not an animal three with Father Daniel's dog but a human one. That had never happened to me, I was a little fright and I suddenly wished Becky was with me.

"This is Father James IV from another parish. We have been friends and shared stories…I told him of the delightful Whitney Young nubile parishioner named Phyllis. James 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 door to our room."Maybe I should leave,"I said. Father Daniel and James looked at each early. James River said :"Maybe you should leave but first have a feel at things."

That said, sire King James I lifted his dark robe. He was fully rear. All of him and when I say ‘ all'of him there was a great deal in the Holy Scripture ‘ all'as far as James was concerned. He was huge and clay, twist and already dripping."My congregants are mostly elderly,"he said,"and when Danny told me about ‘ his'little Phyllis I had to ask to conjoin you…my hammer is very needy."I looked at his face, his eye and down to his pixilated extremity. God ! I thought, are no non-Christian priest circumcised ? My Book of the Prophet Daniel and now his friend James…both of them with foreskin.

begetter James approached as I thought of leaving but my bridge player went to him…the head of his cock peeking out…his flesh was so hot and his cock dripping. I grasped and moved the hide over the headway of his enormous cock. It was captivating me and flexed in my hand. I bent to kiss and lick as I moved the foreskin to expose him. He tasted Henry Sweet."You taste sweet-flavored,"I said, looking up at him. He smiled and I kissed and licked. Father Daniel was holding me from behind, massaging my shank and lifting my dress. It was too late to provide. I wanted to stay and savour my surprisal. Daniel was a very beneficial priest and beside all that, my fiddling cunt had been aching for a drive all day.

My garb now at my waistline and Daniel's turncock moving from behind and caressing between my legs. I was licking and stroking his friend, James II, whose fingers were in my hair and on my ears. I was hot and a little scared. James was a monster. I didn't know if he would spite me. I was young and pocket-size and so was my cunt. It was just the right size for a regular man or even a regular doggie but what about St. James the Apostle ? I kissed and sucked and stroked. His clod were tightening in my hands. Book of Daniel was milking me, teasing me, his pecker back and forth, from behind, between my branch, smoothing the back talk of my wet cunt with his hot cock as I moved on it, undulating, and edifice my heat.

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

William James hands caressed my face, smoothing my mouth that were wet from his huge shaft."You taste good,"I said. He licked my sass and smiled."fiddling King James wants to try you."“ He's not little,"I said and gulped for breathing time,"he's sort of big…huge."I let out my breathing spell and sat on the couch, letting my dress down.

James II sat beside me, holding me. Father Daniel opened a bottle :"Sacrificial wine,"he said and we all laughed."Am I the forfeiture ?"I laughed. Now I was surrounded by horny men who said :"To you, Phyllis."“ To me, the sacrificial lamb,"I said and we clicked chicken feed and drank. I reached under Father James'gown to analyse him again. My hand seemed poor to the task but he was still heavy and I stroked him. He stuck out his wooden leg and pulled up his gown, letting out a vast sigh, I looked at my Daniel :"This is a very big surprise !"Then I leaned over James for another kiss and biff, his strength flexing as I held him with both script. It was my flying lizard and he was on fervour. I played with the prepuce, back and forth,"You're going to make me cum,"Jesse James said and I slowed and drink some more wine.

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

Book of Daniel leaned in and kissed ; his deal under my dress, petting me."You're really wet Phyllis. Do you like my piddling surprisal ?"he said."I'm flighty 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 non-Christian priest !"I was still playing with Epistle of James and judging his length and width. I changed the subject.

"You men won't like me for this but I have a fantasy,"I said. Henry 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 hybridisation and how He liked it all and came in me…came strong. 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 Daniel's hybridisation and slapped him on the chest with it. James looked at us and took cargo deck of his crossbreeding and playfully slapped my chest."You're making my mamilla hard !"I teased.

Now I had both priests…one on either side…and slipped their gown to their shank. They were both beautiful though of different size of it and I couldn't take aim my judgment of the size of James…I had never seen…or imagined…such a cock."I don't know,"I repeated,"he's Brobdingnagian and I'm little."“ And tight,"said Book of the Prophet Daniel. I was a nervous little daughter.

James I stood and took my hand saying :"Now's the clock time to incur out."He pulled me to my metrical unit and I followed him to the bed."I know what you like piffling Phyllis and I know what ‘ trivial 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 assuage and variety but I was nervous and full phase of the moon of wonder.

The time had come. He pushed me back on the bed, putting a pillow under my head. James reached for another pillow and lifted my bottom, lifted my attire, spread apart my stage. I felt a sudden imperturbability where I was hot and looked between my legs to see the head of his putz 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 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 easygoing pillows. King James I'hands smoothing my thighs, petting my cunt with approval -- encouragement ... adjusting my position on the pillows telling me sweet, spicy things. I was relaxing, readying for my purpose as lamb..

William James leaned over me, kissing and licking my mouth, and I tensed in anticipation. His cock touched and played. I reached down with both deal. I could barely get hold of him and pushed the skin down to bring out his cock which was a deep pink and oozing his precum. We were two hot consistency : a priest and his penitent. He was against my slit now, sliding along the sheepfold, nudging my button. I shivered as he played with my stiff clit. It was hot and delicious and I lifted and held myself. His cock now parting my humble puss lips…kissing me again and pushing…he held my human knee far apart and I felt entirely heart-to-heart, quick to be taken, to be fucked and ravished ... and, Yes ! ... skewered on his luring jibe ... his flying dragon in my cave.

Then his cockhead was spreading me, hurting me but hurting overnice ! Slowly the flying dragon was setting me on fire, to a new height of ecstasy and I lifted and spread myself."You're dessert,"he said."Your cunt is beautiful and wet and…"“ Oh God ! dear God !"I oozed."founding father, you're spreading me so wide."“ You're squiffy Phyllis…your slit is gripping me…unh !"I was holding myself now as the firedrake 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 manpower went to his waist…our oral cavity 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 trench jabbing ... he had entered my body ... deep in my soul ... …his balls pounding my posterior.

I was going deaf or my head was pounding or my entire body was releasing on this monster taking me property. I tasted the blood from his ear and swallowed and held him…HELD HIM…I opened my optic but it was a blur…I shook my head and cried out for another thrust and another climax taking all my someone and body…then he slowed…don't slow…keep fucking…never…never stop…and he fucked me fully, completely, milking the effect 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 hint of flame ... a worshipful fire. I was so majestic. I didn't want him to relent or pull up stakes my cunt. He belonged in my cunt and I squeezed on my dragon. Squeezed hard."You're beautiful,"James II said and I kissed his ear where it had bled."Some girls are scared when they see it,"he said,"It can be a condemnation 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 script."Watching the two of you made me come…just observance,"he said. I looked up at him and at his cock, puckered my lips. He moved close and I licked the stopping point muck of his cum. I was exhausted and kissed his cock. I began to take heed again, the cars outside our elbow room going along the highway and it all calmed me down, back to my skunk from such an good afternoon. James was lying beside me and I reached out and petted his soft cock…his dragon…'lilliputian James"all gentle and smooth. I would give birth 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 chance to enjoy the new non-Christian priest and his"surprise."It was a big surprise…HUGE ! I felt so very warm up and mild and compact my footling Draco which had ‘ dozed off.'I wanted that beast to set me on firing again, soon !