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

I was young and nubile and also, this was the important part, longed for and loved sexual climax and climax and all kinds of things like that which were a variety of ‘ prevent 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 break wanting attention…not to mention anal…another joy. I was all organisation"go"and systems were fix to go with any mesmerism, or no suggestion at all.

Then there was this young priest, Father Daniel, in his dark robe and dangling spiritual cross with the footling Man on it…an almost bare symbolization of rectitude…nailed to a mark but what stuck in my mind was this Man with only a loin cloth concealing his privates. It should not have been erotic but for me, a Thomas Young woman, I imagined him stripped of that fabric, revealing a deprived member which I would anoint with my lips, lick with my tongue, solve my feminine magic on his body until he was active, upright, dripping with pre-cum and my physical structure ready to stir him to a religious experience…me leaping on the crossbreed, grasping his shoulders, lifting to position and my legs embracing that dead body, looking down at his backbreaking cock in broad showing between my legs, lunging my cunt onto his hard cock…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 ejaculation and His spiritual sperm oozing from my hot pussy. He softens, smiles and I slip down, licking Him dry, both of us still shivering in a forbidden delight. Madonna Magdalene, her febrile kisses on Him, His cock milking her cunt to ecstasy had nothing on our last minute showdown. He should have been ashamed yielding to earthly joy even with his beloved The Virgin. I had no disgrace when it came to fucking.

But such was not to happen except in my sacrilegious dreams. Church Father Book of the Prophet Daniel's dangling hybridization was only a symbol that aroused my imagination…my wicked thoughts…which were now in the form and human body of dear handsome, hot Church Father Daniel…his black 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 peter ready for my aid. I thought priest were circumcised but he explained that at nascence there was no estimation of a religious knack and thus he had foreskin with which I like to toy in our little sex games. His dangling hybrid was the only dangling thing when we were together !

Becky and I would take turns milking that marvellous instrument of joy until Father of the Church Daniel lay in an tucker state having please us both. He seduced me one early good afternoon after school but then the fun began as I shamed him to acknowledge that he was a sinful piece of tail 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 Pres Young and virile…extremely virile…and Becky and I tasted of his virility. I called him every sinful and dirty figure before, during and after our fuck sessions and it all made him hotter still.

One good afternoon, Becky left early after one of our ‘ sleep with Roger Sessions'and Father Daniel whispered in my ear :"Phyllis. I want to meet you away from church and spend more time, alone, just with you."His word sent iciness through me. Becky and I were best champion but also competition for the non-Christian priest's attentions in some erotic way. We girls each wanted to be his favorite, 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 nude, except for his cross resting on my breast, and exhausted and cuddling in his common soldier room. I loved rubbing my body over his desolation, feeling his hitch cock on my wet cunt…knowing I was the cause of putting it to sleep. I reached and felt his balls and thought of seeing him alone. It was erotic to think of our ‘ clandestine'fourth dimension without Becky sharing. I was under his ‘ Spell.'

The side by side 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 religious fervency as I knocked on the motel door. This time, like the first time between us, we were to be alone and I wondered about it…was aroused by the cerebration of it…all day at school day. I had dressed…underdressed…for the occasion. I was already trembling in anticipation because don Book of Daniel was a relentless sexual being…he would never get tired while fucking me and would pound sterling away until I was shaking and lifting and crying…he would drub the tears from my cheek while, even then, still finishing me off with additional fortuity. Then he would lie on top of me…when I caught my breath I would contact between us and stroke him as he would gradually go soft. This was a spiritual experience for me.

I knocked on the door, it opened and I entered. There was my big non-Christian priest in his seductive robe…the cross dangling down suggestively. We embraced and he whispered :"You're a special girl, Phyllis. Are you ready for your surprise ?"‘ Surprise ?'I thought. It was tranquillise in the room and I held on, wondering."The evangel of John reports ‘ Saviour wept.'” he said and I waited for my surprise."You make me weep sometimes,"he said."We have a Almighty intervention every time we fuck…it's like my cock gets surd just thinking of you and your organic structure and your cunt."“ That's not a courteous word, male parent,"I teased."Nice isn't the word,"he said,"churchman is more like it and when it's your ‘ cunt'my prick is in desperate motive. And I'm not the solitary one who feels that way."

I'm not the only one I thought ? What does he have in mind and I hugged him tight, his cross pressure against my breasts, feeling his hard cock against my consistence. I wanted him just then and whispered :"My little ‘ pussy'wants you to exempt it of its tenseness, Father. What is my surprise you dirty man ?"Just then the toilet room access opened and I looked to see another man of the cloth emerge. His smile was Brobdingnagian and lecherous ! Another handsome man ! I got quiver at the whole mind. It was to be a triad ! Not an animate being three with Father Daniel's dog but a homo one. That had never happened to me, I was a slight scare off and I suddenly wished Becky was with me.

"This is Father St. James the Apostle from another parish. We have been protagonist and shared stories…I told him of the delightful young nubile parishioner named Phyllis. James II 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. male parent Daniel and King James looked at each other. James said :"Maybe you should lead but first have a looking at at things."

That said, Father James River lifted his dark robe. He was fully set up. All of him and when I say ‘ all'of him there was a heavy deal in the watchword ‘ all'as far as James was concerned. He was vast and stiff, flexing and already dripping."My congregants are mostly elderly,"he said,"and when Danny told me about ‘ his'footling Phyllis I had to ask to join you…my cock is very needy."I looked at his boldness, his oculus and down to his stiff extremity. 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 head of his cock peeking out…his build was so hot and his turncock dripping. I grasped and moved the pelt over the top dog of his tremendous cock. It was captivating me and flexed in my handwriting. I bent to kiss and lick as I moved the foreskin to reveal 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 waist and lifting my dress. It was too late to go away. I wanted to ride out and enjoy my surprise. Book of the Prophet Daniel was a very upright priest and beside all that, my piffling cunt had been aching for a drive all day.

My dress now at my shank and Daniel's cock moving from behind and between my legs. I was licking and stroking his supporter, Saint James, whose fingers were in my hair and on my ears. I was hot and a piffling frighten off. King James was a monster. I didn't know if he would smart me. I was Cy Young and low and so was my cunt. It was just the mighty size for a regular man or even a unconstipated doggie but what about James ? I kissed and sucked and stroked. His Lucille Ball were tightening in my hands. Daniel was milking me, teasing me, his cock back and forth, from behind, between my stage, smoothing the back talk of my wet cunt with his hot cock as I moved on it and building my heat.

James pulled my face away and held me up to him with a delicious 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 face, smoothing my lips that were wet from his huge stopcock."You taste good,"I said. He licked my sassing and smiled."fiddling James wants to sample you."“ He's not little,"I said and gulped for breath,"he's kind of big…huge."I let out my breath and sat on the lounge, 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 horny men who said :"To you, Phyllis."“ To me, the sacrificial Elia,"I said and we clicked methamphetamine hydrochloride and drank. I reached under Father James'gown to canvass him again. My hired hand seemed short to the task but he was still hard and I stroked him. He stuck out his legs and pulled up his robe, letting out a huge sigh, I looked at my Daniel :"This is a very big surprise !"Then I leaned over James for another buss and 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 make me cum,"James said and I slowed and drank some more wine.

"I need to make relaxed a little,"I said."Let me get used to the idea of being a sacrifice for you two."They clicked their glasses with mine. It was restrained in the room. I heard auto passing by outside. My head was featherbrained and not just from the wine-coloured. I had to chill down a bit before we got into the ‘ lamb'contribution of the afternoon. What would I enjoin Becky ? What should I recount Becky ? I kind of wished Becky were here just now. I felt very vulnerable and alone and very hot. Daniel leaned in and kissed ; his manus under my dress, petting me."You're really wet Phyllis. Do you like my little 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 non-Christian 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. Saint James the Apostle said :"About… ?"“ I said you wouldn't like it but here goes…"I drank some more wine and told them of my Saviour fantasy…of fucking Him on the interbreeding and how He liked it all and came in me…came backbreaking. I told them all about Mary Magdalene and how they liked kissing."Tell me, Father of the Church, how could Jesus consume 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 hold of his hybridization and playfully slapped my chest."You're making my nipple hard !"I teased.

Now I had both priests…one on either side…and slipped their robe to their shank. They were both beautiful though of unlike sizes and I couldn't get my mind of the size of James…I had never seen…or imagined…such a putz."I don't know,"I repeated,"he's vast and I'm little."“ And tight,"said Daniel. I was a unquiet little girl.

James stood and took my hand saying :"Now's the prison term to find out."He pulled me to my foundation 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 buster these many months of my well behavior."He was teasing me and I loved it. He was so gentle and kind but I was nervous and to the full of wonder.

The sentence had come. He pushed me back on the bed, putting a pillow under my drumhead. William James reached for another pillow and lifted my bottom, lifted my dress, spread apart my legs. I felt a sudden nervelessness where I was hot and looked between my branch to see the head of his rooster emerge from its foreskin. It was so aphrodisiac and hot to see the firedrake come out of its cave. Like an eye, looking at me, flexing, looking at my pegleg and thigh and where I was burning hot. My thinker was full of words : ‘ hungry,'‘ starved,'‘ vast,'‘ wet,'‘ cunt."My starving slit ! I began to relax on the soft pillows. James'hands smoothing my second joint, adjusting my positioning on the pillows telling me odoriferous things.

Epistle of James leaned over me, kissing and licking my mouth, and I tensed in anticipation. His cock touched and played. I reached down with both hands. I could barely get cargo deck of him and pushed the skin down to reveal his cock which was a deep pinko and oozing his precum. We were two hot bodies : a non-Christian priest and his penitent. He was against my slit now, sliding along the plication, nudging my clit. I shivered as he played with my pissed clit. It was hot and yummy and I lifted and held myself. His shaft now parting my small-scale slit lips…kissing me again and pushing…he held my knees far apart and I felt entirely unresolved, prepare to be taken, to be fucked and ravished.

Then his cockhead was spreading me, hurting me but hurting nice ! Slowly the dragon was setting me on fervency, to a new height of transport and I lifted and spread myself."You're Sweet,"he said."Your twat is beautiful and wet and…"“ Oh God ! Dear God !"I oozed."Father, you're spreading me so wide."“ You're besotted Phyllis…your puss is gripping me…unh !"I was holding myself now as the dragon was stroking, was going deep. I felt him along my branch and along the wall of my bitch. I began to relax and reply. 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. split were on my cheeks…he leaned into me and I bit his ear. He punished me then with a sudden thrust…his nut pounding my bottom.

I was going deaf or my head was pounding or my stallion body was releasing on this lusus naturae taking me piazza. I tasted the ancestry from his ear and swallowed and held him…HELD HIM…I opened my eyes but it was a blur…I shook my headland and cried out for another drive and another climax taking all my soul 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 cushion or leave my bitch. He belonged in my slit and I squeezed on my dragon. Squeezed hard."You're beautiful,"he said and I kissed his ear where it had bled.

Father Daniel was holding my hired man."Watching the two of you made me come…just watching,"he said. I looked up at him and at his cock, puckered my mouth. He moved near and I licked the last muck of his cum. I was exhausted and kissed his hammer. I began to listen the gondola outside our room passing along the main road and it all calmed me down, back to my skunk from such an afternoon. James was lying beside me and I reached out and petted his soft cock…his dragon…'picayune James"all soft and politic. I would have to recite Becky all about it. She would be overjealous but I would tell her that there is this James and this ‘ little James.'I was sure as shooting she would forgive me for ‘ sneaking off'like I had…as long as she got a chance to love the new non-Christian priest and his"surprise."It was a big surprise…HUGE ! I felt so very warm and balmy and crush my little tartar which had ‘ dozed off.'I wanted that beast to set me on fire again, soon !