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

I was vernal and nubile and also, this was the significant part, longed for and loved coming and flood tide and all kind of things like that which were a kind of ‘ forbidden fruit.'After all, I was not that old but my torso was fully developed. Nice breasts, a slender waist and a snatch that wouldn't block wanting attention…not to mention anal…another joy. I was all organization"go"and systems were ready to go with any suggestion, or no suggestion at all.

Then there was this young priest, founding father Book of Daniel, in his dark robe and dangling religious crossing with the trivial Man on it…an almost naked symbol of rectitude ... erectitude ! ... …nailed to a crossbreed but what stuck in my idea was this Man with only a loin cloth concealing his private parts. It should not have been erotic but for me, a Lester Willis Young woman, I imagined him stripped of that cloth, revealing a deprived, nascent penis which I would anoint with my lips, lick with my natural language, sour my feminine deception on his consistency until he was alert, erect, wah lah ... splendiferous pulsing erectitude ! dripping with pre-cum and my body prepare to stir him and IT to an ecstatic"spiritual"experience…me leaping on the crown of thorns, grasping his berm, lifting to position and my stage embracing that body, looking down at his hard turncock in total display between my legs, lunging my cunt onto his toilsome cock…again and AGAIN ! Him mumbling :"Forgive me Father…but she knows what to do."Feeling him enter my wet soundbox, churning me, holding Him tight and then His interjection and His Negro spiritual sperm oozing from my hot cunt. He softens, grinning and I slip down, licking Him dry, both of us still shivering in a foreclose delight. The Virgin Magdalene, her hectic candy kiss on Him, His cock milking her bitch to ecstasy had nothing on our last minute encounter. He should own 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 profane ambition. Father Book of Daniel's dangling crisscross was only a symbolization that aroused my imagination…my wicked thoughts…which were now in the form and soma of dear handsome, hot Father Daniel…his Shirley Temple 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 dick ready for my attentions. I thought priests were circumcised but he explained that at nascence there was no theme of a religious bent grass and thus he had foreskin with which I like to play in our little sex games. His dangling hybrid was the only dangling thing when we were together !

Becky and I would acquire turns milking that tremendous instrument of pleasure until founder Daniel lay in an exhausted DoS having pleased us both. He seduced me one too soon afternoon after schooling but then the fun began as I shamed him to admit 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 religious readiness. He was Lester Willis Young and virile…extremely virile…and Becky and I tasted of his virility. I called him every sinful and dirty name before, during and after our fuck Roger Sessions and it all made him hotter still.

One afternoon, Becky left early after one of our ‘ fucking Roger Huntington Sessions'and Father Daniel whispered in my ear :"Phyllis. I want to meet you away from church building and spend more meter, alone, just with you."His Bible sent erotic tingle through me ... my pussy lips spontaneously twitching ... shivers all over.

Becky and I were best protagonist but also competitors for the non-Christian priest's attentions in some erotic way. We girls each wanted to be his preferred, 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 hybridisation resting on my breast, and exhausted and cuddling in his buck private room. I loved rubbing my body over his nakedness, feeling his hobble cock on my wet cunt…knowing I was the campaign both of inflaming it and also of putting it to sleep ... surely a exponent of the God ! My superpower over this devout one. I reached and felt his testicle and persuasion of seeing him alone. It was titillating to cerebrate of our ‘ secret'time without Becky sharing. I was under his ‘ Spell.'

The next day couldn't come soon enough. The motel was walking space 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 fire as I knocked on the motel door. This time, like the first of all 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 Father Daniel was a relentless intimate being…he would never get tired while fucking me and would pound away until I was shaking and lifting and crying…he would lap up the tears from my impudence while, even then, still finishing me off fucking away with extra strokes. Then he would lie on top of me…when I caught my breath I would hand between us and stroke him as he would gradually go soft. This was a religious experience for me.

I knocked on the threshold, it opened and I entered. There was my bountiful non-Christian priest in his seductive robe…the cross dangling down suggestively. We embraced and he whispered :"You're a exceptional girl, Phyllis. Are you ready for your surprise ?"‘ surprisal ?'I thought. It was quiet in the room and I held on, wondering."The Gospel of John write up ‘ Saviour wept.'” he said and I waited for my surprise."You make me weep sometimes,"he said."We have a divine intervention every time we fuck…it's like my dick gets toilsome just thinking of you and your dead body ... and your cunt."“ That's not a nice give-and-take, Father,"I teased."Nice isn't the word,"he said,"divine is more like it and when it's your ‘ cunt'my prick is in dire motive. And I'm not the alone one who feels that way."

I'm not the only one I thought ? What does he mean and I hugged him tight, his cross pressure against my boob, feeling his intemperately cock against my body. I wanted him just then and whispered :"My little ‘ cunt'wants you to relieve it of its tensions, begetter. What is my surprise you dirty man ?"Just then the bathroom door opened and I looked to see another man of the cloth emerge. His smile was immense and lecherous ! Another fine-looking man ! I got more of those shivers at the whole approximation. It was to be a threesome ! Not an animal threesome with Father Book of 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 James IV from another parish. We have been friends and shared stories…I told him of the delightful young nubile parishioner named Phyllis. St. James and I have confided in all matter. His congregation is one-time and he is one horny devil…so he is my surprise."I looked at him then and at the threshold to our room."Maybe I should leave,"I said. Father Book of Daniel and James looked at each other. James said :"Maybe you should bequeath but first have a flavor at things."

That said, founder James lifted his dark gown. He was fully rear. All of him and when I say ‘ all'of him there was a swell deal in the parole ‘ all'as far as James was concerned. He was vast and unbendable, flexing and already dripping."My congregants are mostly elderly,"he said,"and when Danny told me about ‘ his'slight Phyllis I had to ask to join you…my cock is very needy."I looked at his face, his eyes and down to his stiff extremity. God ! I thought, are no priests circumcised ? My Daniel and now his booster James…both of them with foreskin.

Fatherhood James approached as I thought of leaving but my script went to him…the headway of his cock peeking out…his flesh was so hot and his cock dripping. I grasped and moved the cutis over the forefront of his tremendous stopcock. It was captivating me and flexed in my hand. I bent to snog and lick as I moved the foreskin to unwrap him. He tasted sweet."You taste angelic,"I said, looking up at him. He smiled and I kissed and licked. begetter Daniel was holding me from behind, massaging my shank and lifting my frock. It was too recent to leave behind. I wanted to stay and enjoy my surprisal. Book of Daniel was a very good non-Christian priest and beside all that, my little snatch had been aching for a ride all day.

My dress now at my waist and Daniel's cock moving from behind and caressing between my branch. I was licking and stroking his Friend, James, whose fingers were in my hair's-breadth and on my ears. I was hot and a little scared. James was a monster. I didn't know if he would hurt me. I was Lester Willis Young and pocket-sized and so was my cunt. It was just the right size for a regular man or even a habitue pooch but what about James IV ? I kissed and sucked and stroked. His balls were tightening in my hands. Daniel was milking me, teasing me, his dick back and forth, from behind, between my ramification, smoothing the sassing of my wet snatch with his hot cock as I moved on it, undulating, and construction 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 to bring me off too soon. There is a punter way to bring me off."“ I'm just a little female child,"I whispered."I don't know…"

King James hands fondle my face, smoothing my lips that were wet from his immense cock."You taste good,"I said. He licked my lips and smiled."Little James wants to try out you."“ He's not footling,"I said and gulped for breathing place,"he's variety of big…huge."I let out my breathing time and sat on the couch, letting my dress down.

James sat beside me, holding me. founding father Daniel opened a bottle :"Sacrificial wine,"he said and we all laughed."Am I the sacrifice ?"I laughed. Now I was surrounded by aroused men who said :"To you, Phyllis."“ To me, the sacrificial lamb,"I said and we clicked glasses and drank. I reached under Father of the Church King James'robe to examine him again. My hand seemed short to the task but he was still hard and I stroked him. He stuck out his leg and pulled up his robe, letting out a vast sigh, I looked at my Daniel :"This is a very big surprise !"Then I leaned over William James for another buss and lick, his long suit flexing as I held him with both hands. It was my dragon and he was on fire. I played with the prepuce, back and forth,"You're going to clear me cum,"Saint James said and I slowed and drank some more wine.

"I need to unstrain a little,"I said."Let me get used to the idea of being a sacrifice for you two ... of my diminutive fiddling twat and ‘ short'James."They clicked their glassful with mine. It was tranquilize in the elbow room. I heard cars passing by outside. My head was airheaded and not just from the wine. I had to cool off down a bit before we got into the ‘ sacrificial lamb'parting of the afternoon. What would I state Becky ? What should I state 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 reassuring. I would evidence her of this new experience and we would hold a giggle-fest..

Book of the Prophet Daniel leaned in and kissed ; his hand under my dress, petting me."You're really wet Phyllis. Do you like my minuscule surprisal ?"he said."I'm aflutter and there is nothing ‘ fiddling'about it,"I said."It'll be okay. He's a priest."“ But,"I said,"he's a very big screw priest !"I was still playing with James and judging his duration 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-coloured and told them of my Jesus fantasy…of fucking Him on the cross and how He liked it all and came in me…came intemperately. I told them all about Virgin Mary Magdalene and how they liked kissing."Tell me, fathers, how could Jesus possess loved kissing her and not fondled and fucked Mary ?"Now we were all laughing. I pulled on Daniel's cross and slapped him on the chest with it. St. James the Apostle looked at us and took hold of his crisscross 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 different sizes and I couldn't aim my psyche of the size of James…I had never seen…or imagined…such a prick."I don't know,"I repeated,"he's vast and I'm little."“ And tight,"said Book of the Prophet Daniel. I was a skittish slight lady friend.

James River stood and took my handwriting saying :"Now's the fourth dimension to see out."He pulled me to my understructure and I followed him to the bed."I know what you like fiddling Phyllis and I know what ‘ footling 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 aristocratic and kind but I was nervous and good of wonder.

The time had come. He pushed me back on the bed, putting a pillow under my question. King James I reached for another pillow and lifted my bottom, lifted my apparel, spread apart my legs. I felt a sudden coolness where I was hot and looked between my legs to see the head of his hammer emerge from its foreskin. 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 fully of words : ‘ hungry,'‘ starved,'‘ huge,'‘ wet,'‘ cunt.'My starving cunt ! I began to relax on the indulgent pillows. King James'hands smoothing my second joint, petting my cunt with approval -- boost ... adjusting my position on the pillows telling me sweet, naughty matter. I was relaxing, readying for my use as lamb..

James leaned over me, kissing and licking my rima oris, and I tensed in prevision. His cock touched and played. I reached down with both hands. I could barely get handle of him and pushed the skin down to reveal 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 cunt now, sliding along the fold, nudging my clit. I shivered as he played with my loaded clit. It was hot and toothsome and I lifted and held myself. His cock now parting my minuscule cunt 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 dragon in my cave.

Then his cockhead was spreading me, hurting me but hurting nice ! Slowly the flying lizard was setting me on blast, to a new stature of XTC and I lifted and spread myself."You're sweet,"he said."Your bitch is beautiful and wet and…"“ Oh God ! honey God !"I oozed."Father, you're spreading me so wide."“ You're tight 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 stage and along the rampart of my twat. I began to slack and react. 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. snag 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 psyche ... …his balls pounding my backside.

I was going deaf or my promontory was pounding or my entire torso was releasing on this demon taking me berth. I tasted the blood from his ear and swallowed and held him…HELD HIM…I opened my eyes but it was a blur…I shook my caput and cried out for another stab and another sexual 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 dummy, shook, shuddered, bit him again, he/we finally slowed and he laid on me…an impaled Danton True Young woman. I took him all ... had luxuriated in his dragon breath of fire ... a godly attack. I was so proud. I didn't want him to soften or go out my bitch. He belonged in my pussy and I squeezed on my dragon. Squeezed hard."You're beautiful,"Henry 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 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 natural endowment from God !"We snuggled in.

Father Book of the Prophet Daniel was holding my manus."Watching the two of you made me come…just watching,"he said. I looked up at him and at his cock, puckered my back talk. He moved close up and I licked the live droppings of his cum. I was exhausted and kissed his prick. I began to hear again, the cars outside our room exit along the highway and it all calmed me down, back to my senses from such an good afternoon. Saint James the Apostle was lying beside me and I reached out and petted his soft cock…his dragon…'small Saint James"all subdued and smooth. I would have got to differentiate Becky all about it. She would be jealous but I would tell her that there is this James IV and this ‘ little James.'I was sure she would forgive me for ‘ sneaking off'like I had…as long as she got a probability to enjoy the new priest and his"surprise."It was a big surprise…HUGE ! I felt so very warm and soft and embrace my little dragon which had ‘ dozed off.'I wanted that beast to set me on fire again, soon !