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

I was young and marriageable and also, this was the important part, longed for and loved orgasms and climaxes and all kind of things like that which were a form of ‘ disallow fruit.'After all, I was not that old but my consistency was fully developed. Nice chest, a slender waistline and a pussycat that wouldn't stop wanting attention…not to bring up anal…another joy. I was all systems"go"and system of rules were ready to go with any proffer, or no prompting at all.

Then there was this young priest, Father Book of Daniel, in his shadow robe and dangling religious hybridizing with the picayune Man on it…an almost naked symbolic representation of uprightness ... erectitude ! ... …nailed to a cross but what stuck in my intellect was this Man with only a loin fabric concealing his genitalia. It should not hold been titillating but for me, a Whitney Young cleaning lady, I imagined him stripped of that fabric, revealing a deprived, nascent penis which I would oil with my rim, lick with my tongue, mould my feminine magic on his body until he was alive, tumid, wah lah ... glorious pulsing erectitude ! dripping with pre-cum and my consistence set to stir him and IT to an ecstatic"religious"experience…me leaping on the cross, grasping his shoulders, lifting to location and my peg embracing that organic structure, looking down at his strong turncock in full-of-the-moon video display between my wooden leg, lunging my slit onto his hard cock…again and AGAIN ! Him gumming :"Forgive me Father…but she knows what to do."belief him enter my wet body, churning me, holding Him tight and then His ejaculation and His spiritual sperm cell oozing from my hot cunt. He softens, smile and I slip down, licking Him dry, both of us still shivering in a forbidden delight. Mary Magdalene, her feverous kisses on Him, His cock milking her cunt to ecstasy had naught on our last minute encounter. He should suffer been ashamed yielding to earthly pleasure even with his beloved Madonna. I had no shame when it came to fucking.

But such was not to happen except in my sacrilegious dreams. Father-God Book of the Prophet Daniel's dangling Cross was only a symbol that aroused my imagination…my wicked thoughts…which were now in the course and flesh of dearest handsome, hot Padre Daniel…his black gown and the crossbreed 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 attentions. I thought priest were circumcised but he explained that at birth there was no musical theme of a religious hang and thus he had foreskin with which I like to play in our little sex secret plan. His dangling cross was the solely dangling thing when we were together !

Becky and I would take turn milking that wonderful pawn of pleasure until Father Daniel lay in an exhausted United States Department of State having pleased us both. He seduced me one early afternoon after schooling but then the fun began as I shamed him to admit that he was a sinful roll in the hay 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 virility. I called him every sinful and dirty name before, during and after our know sessions and it all made him hotter still.

One afternoon, Becky left early after one of our ‘ screw sessions'and Father Daniel whispered in my ear :"Phyllis. I want to contact you away from church service and drop More time, alone, just with you."His news sent erotic quiver through me ... my bitch lips spontaneously twitching ... shivers all over.

Becky and I were best booster but also competitors for the priest's attentions in some erotic way. We girls each wanted to be his dearie, 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 hybrid resting on my titty, and exhausted and cuddling in his private room. I loved rubbing my physical structure over his openness, feeling his hobble cock on my wet cunt…knowing I was the case both of inflaming it and also of putting it to sleep ... surely a mogul of the deity ! My world power over this devout one. I reached and felt his glob and thought of seeing him alone. It was erotic to think of our ‘ secret'time without Becky sharing. I was under his ‘ Spell.'

The following day couldn't come soon enough. The motel was walking distance from school and I walked there as soon as class was over, knocking on the room he had indicated. . I was filled with spiritual fervor as I knocked on the motel doorway. This time, like the beginning prison term 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 anticipation because Father Daniel was a relentless sexual being…he would never get tired while fucking me and would quid away until I was shaking and lifting and crying…he would figure out the crying from my cheeks while, even then, still finishing me off fucking away with spare strokes. 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 easygoing. This was a spiritual experience for me.

I knocked on the threshold, 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 female child, Phyllis. Are you ready for your surprise ?"‘ Surprise ?'I thought. It was quiet in the way and I held on, wondering."The Gospel of Gospel According to John reports ‘ Deliverer wept.'” he said and I waited for my surprise."You make me cry sometimes,"he said."We have a Godhead intervention every fourth dimension we fuck…it's like my hammer gets hard just thought process of you and your body ... and your cunt."“ That's not a nice word, father,"I teased."Nice isn't the word,"he said,"divine is more like it and when it's your ‘ puss'my cock is in dire need. And I'm not the only one who feels that way."

I'm not the only one I thought ? What does he mean and I hugged him tight, his cross pressing against my breasts, feeling his hard peter against my body. I wanted him just then and whispered :"My short ‘ cunt'wants you to assuage it of its tensions, Father. What is my surprise you dirty man ?"Just then the privy room access opened and I looked to see another man of the cloth emerge. His smile was huge and lecherous ! Another fine-looking man ! I got more than of those shivers at the all idea. It was to be a terzetto ! Not an fauna deuce-ace with Father Daniel's dog but a human one. That had never happened to me, I was a small scared and I suddenly wished Becky was with me.

"This is Father James River from another parish. We have been admirer and shared stories…I told him of the delicious untried nubile parishioner named Phyllis. James and I have confided in all things. His fold is erstwhile and he is one horny devil…so he is my surprise."I looked at him then and at the room access to our way."Maybe I should leave,"I said. Father Daniel and King James looked at each early. Saint James said :"Maybe you should leave but first have a look at things."

That said, Father James lifted his dark gown. He was fully tumid. All of him and when I say ‘ all'of him there was a great deal in the Word ‘ all'as far as Henry James was concerned. He was huge and stiff, bend and already dripping."My congregants are mostly elderly,"he said,"and when Danny told me about ‘ his'little Phyllis I had to ask to unite you…my cock is very needy."I looked at his aspect, his centre and down to his stiff penis. God ! I thought, are no non-Christian priest circumcised ? My Daniel and now his Friend James…both of them with foreskin.

beginner James approached as I thought of leaving but my hand went to him…the head of his cock peeking out…his form was so hot and his cock dripping. I grasped and moved the skin over the head of his enormous pecker. It was captivating me and flexed in my hand. I bent to kiss and figure out as I moved the prepuce to expose him. He tasted sweet."You taste sweet,"I said, looking up at him. He smiled and I kissed and licked. Father Daniel was holding me from behind, massaging my waist and lifting my dress. It was too belatedly to impart. I wanted to rest and enjoy my surprise. Daniel was a very good priest and beside all that, my little cunt had been aching for a ride all day.

My dress now at my waist and Book of the Prophet Daniel's turncock moving from behind and caressing between my legs. I was licking and stroking his friend, James, whose finger's breadth were in my hair and on my ear. I was hot and a little scared. James I was a behemoth. I didn't know if he would hurt me. I was young and pocket-size and so was my cunt. It was just the right size of it for a even man or even a fixture doggie but what about James ? I kissed and sucked and stroked. His balls were tightening in my hands. Book of the Prophet Daniel was milking me, teasing me, his cock back and Forth River, from behind, between my legs, smoothing the lips of my wet snatch with his hot pecker as I moved on it, undulating, and edifice my heat.

Henry James pulled my font away and held me up to him with a delicious kissing."Don't,"he said,"you're going to convey me off too soon. There is a unspoilt way to take me off."“ I'm just a little fille,"I whispered."I don't know…"

James hands caress my face, smoothing my brim that were wet from his huge dick."You taste good,"I said. He licked my lips and smiled."Little James wants to taste you."“ He's not little,"I said and gulped for breath,"he's form of big…huge."I let out my breathing space and sat on the couch, letting my dress down.

St. James the Apostle sat beside me, holding me. Father-God Book of Daniel opened a feeding 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 dear,"I said and we clicked shabu and drank. I reached under forefather James I'robe to try out him again. My hand seemed inadequate to the job but he was still grueling 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 surprisal !"Then I leaned over James for another osculation and punch, his military capability flexing as I held him with both hands. It was my Draco and he was on fire. I played with the foreskin, back and forth,"You're going to throw me cum,"William James said and I slowed and toast some more wine.

"I need to unwind a petty,"I said."Let me get used to the idea of being a ritual killing for you two ... of my tiny little cunt and ‘ footling'James."They clicked their glassful with mine. It was quiet in the room. I heard car passing by outside. My head was light-headed and not just from the vino. 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 narrate Becky ? I sorting of wished 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 have a giggle-fest..

Daniel leaned in and kissed ; his hand under my dress, petting me."You're really wet Phyllis. Do you like my little surprisal ?"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 non-Christian priest !"I was still playing with James II 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 I said :"About… ?"“ I said you wouldn't like it but here goes…"I drank some more wine and told them of my the Nazarene 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."William Tell me, fathers, how could Jesus sustain loved kissing her and not fondled and fucked Madonna ?"Now we were all laughing. I pulled on Daniel's cross and slapped him on the chest with it. James looked at us and took clench of his interbreeding and playfully slapped my thorax."You're making my tit hard !"I teased.

Now I had both priests…one on either side…and slipped their robes to their waist. They were both beautiful though of dissimilar size of it and I couldn't take my mind of the size of James…I had never seen…or imagined…such a putz."I don't know,"I repeated,"he's huge and I'm little."“ And pie-eyed,"said Daniel. I was a nervous fiddling girl.

James stood and took my hand 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'likes to do. He is one hungry, starved dude these many month of my good behavior."He was teasing me and I loved it. He was so soft and form but I was nervous and broad of wonder.

The meter had come. He pushed me back on the bed, putting a pillow under my head. William James reached for another pillow and lifted my buns, lifted my dress, spread apart my branch. I felt a sudden chilliness where I was hot and looked between my legs to see the head of his dick 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 stage and thighs and where I was burning hot. My mind was full of Holy Scripture : ‘ hungry,'‘ starved,'‘ vast,'‘ wet,'‘ cunt.'My starving cunt ! I began to relax on the soft pillows. James'hands smoothing my second joint, petting my cunt with blessing -- encouragement ... adjusting my position on the pillows telling me scented, naughty things. I was relaxing, readying for my role as lamb..

Jesse James leaned over me, kissing and licking my mouth, and I tensed in expectation. His cock touched and played. I reached down with both manus. I could barely get cargo hold of him and pushed the skin down to reveal his rooster which was a inscrutable pink and oozing his precum. We were two hot trunk : a priest and his penitent. He was against my twat now, sliding along the folds, nudging my button. I shivered as he played with my unfaltering button. It was hot and delectable and I lifted and held myself. His cock now parting my little 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 diaphysis ... his dragon in my cave.

Then his cockhead was spreading me, hurting me but hurting overnice ! Slowly the dragon was setting me on fire, to a new elevation of Adam 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 fuddled Phyllis…your cunt is gripping me…unh !"I was holding myself now as the dragon was stroking, was going bass. I felt him along my stage and along the bulwark of my pussy. 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. split were on my cheeks…he leaned into me and I bit his ear. He punished me then with a sudden deep stab ... he had entered my consistency ... deep in my soul ... …his balls pounding my bottom.

I was going deaf or my header was pounding or my integral physical structure was releasing on this monster 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 mind and cried out for another jabbing and another climax taking all my soul 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 cleaning lady. I took him all ... had luxuriated in his dragon breathing spell of ardour ... a worshipful fire. I was so proud. I didn't want him to soften or leave my snatch. He belonged in my cunt and I squeezed on my dragon. Squeezed hard."You're beautiful,"Saint James the Apostle said and I kissed his ear where it had bled."Some missy are scared when they see it,"he said,"It can be a nemesis 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 the Prophet 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 hammer, puckered my lip. He moved secretive and I licked the lowest droppings of his cum. I was exhausted and kissed his putz. I began to hear again, the cars outside our room passing along the highway and it all calmed me down, back to my senses from such an afternoon. Henry James was lying beside me and I reached out and petted his subdued cock…his dragon…'short James"all soft and smooth. I would have to evidence Becky all about it. She would be jealous but I would tell her that there is this James II and this ‘ little James.'I was for certain she would forgive me for ‘ sneaking off'like I had…as long as she got a chance to savour the new priest and his"surprise."It was a big surprise…HUGE ! I felt so very warm and gentle and squeezed my little dragon which had ‘ dozed off.'I wanted that beast to set me on ardour again, soon !