Father-God Book of the Prophet Daniel's"Spell."by Phyllisroger annerogerduncan @ sti.net

I was new and nubile and also, this was the important office, longed for and loved climax and climaxes and all kind 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 cunt that wouldn't hold back wanting attention…not to mention anal…another joy. I was all system"go"and systems were ready to go with any trace, or no proffer at all.

Then there was this young priest, begetter Daniel, in his dark robe and dangling religious cross with the little Man on it…an almost naked symbol of rectitude…nailed to a crossbreed but what stuck in my mind was this Man with only a loin cloth concealing his genitals. It should not have been erotic but for me, a young woman, I imagined him stripped of that cloth, revealing a deprived penis which I would inunct with my lips, lick with my spit, work my feminine magic on his trunk until he was alert, erect, dripping with pre-cum and my consistence ready to stir him to a spiritual experience…me leaping on the cross, grasping his articulatio humeri, lifting to billet and my legs embracing that dead body, looking down at his hard dick in full display between my legs, lunging my cunt onto his tough cock…Him gumming :"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 religious sperm oozing from my hot slit. He softens, grinning and I slip down, licking Him dry, both of us still shivering in a preclude delight. Mary Magdalene, her hectic kisses on Him, His dick milking her cunt to ecstasy had nothing on our live minute encounter. He should birth been ashamed yielding to earthly delight even with his beloved Madonna. I had no disgrace when it came to fucking.

But such was not to happen except in my profane dreams. Father Book of Daniel's dangling interbreeding was only a symbol that aroused my imagination…my wicked thoughts…which were now in the form and flesh of beloved handsome, hot Father Daniel…his black robe and the crossing symbolizing what was beneath his robe…as I already knew, it having been secretly revealed to me : it was a beautiful shaft ready for my attentions. I thought priests were circumcised but he explained that at birth there was no approximation of a religious bent and thus he had foreskin with which I like to play in our little sex games. His dangling cross was the exclusively dangling thing when we were together !

Becky and I would take good turn milking that wonderful pawn of joy until Father Daniel lay in an play out state of matter 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 ungodly 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 untested 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 academic term and it all made him hotter still.

One afternoon, Becky left early after one of our ‘ fuck session'and male parent Daniel whispered in my ear :"Phyllis. I want to come across you away from church and spend more prison term, alone, just with you."His words sent gelidity through me. Becky and I were best acquaintance but also competitors for the priest's attentions in some erotic way. We girls each wanted to be his darling, I suppose. Book of 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 bare, except for his cross resting on my breast, and exhausted and cuddling in his private room. I loved rubbing my body over his nakedness, feeling his limp dick on my wet cunt…knowing I was the drive of putting it to catch some Z's. I reached and felt his bollock and idea 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 space from school day and I walked there as soon as stratum was over, knocking on the way he had indicated. . I was filled with religious fervor 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 thoughts of it…all day at school. I had dressed…underdressed…for the social occasion. I was already trembling in anticipation because beginner Daniel was a inexorable sexual being…he would never get tired while fucking me and would pound sign away until I was shaking and lifting and crying…he would lick the tears from my cheeks while, even then, still finishing me off with extra shot. Then he would lie on top of me…when I caught my breath I would strain between us and stroke him as he would gradually go delicate. This was a religious experience for me.

I knocked on the doorway, it opened and I entered. There was my bighearted priest in his seductive robe…the cross dangling down suggestively. We embraced and he whispered :"You're a limited girl, Phyllis. Are you ready for your surprisal ?"‘ surprise ?'I thought. It was repose in the room and I held on, wondering."The religious doctrine of Saint John reports ‘ Jesus wept.'” he said and I waited for my surprise."You make me weep sometimes,"he said."We have a Divine interposition every time we fuck…it's like my cock gets hard just thinking of you and your eubstance and your cunt."“ That's not a nice parole, don,"I teased."Nice isn't the Word of God,"he said,"divine is more like it and when it's your ‘ cunt'my cock is in desperate motivation. And I'm not the sole one who feels that way."

I'm not the solitary one I thought ? What does he mean and I hugged him tight, his crisscross pressing against my breasts, feeling his hard cock against my body. I wanted him just then and whispered :"My little ‘ cunt'wants you to lighten it of its stress, Father. What is my surprise you dirty man ?"Just then the lav door opened and I looked to see another man of the cloth emerge. His smile was huge and lecherous ! Another good-looking man ! I got shivers at the solid idea. It was to be a trinity ! Not an animate being ternary with male parent Book of the Prophet 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 from another parish. We have been friends and shared stories…I told him of the delightful young nubile parishioner named Phyllis. St. James the Apostle and I have confided in all thing. 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 elbow room."Maybe I should lead,"I said. Padre Daniel and Saint James looked at each early. James said :"Maybe you should impart but first have a look at things."

That said, sire Saint James the Apostle lifted his dark robe. He was fully erect. All of him and when I say ‘ all'of him there was a capital deal in the Word of God ‘ all'as far as St. James the Apostle 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'slight Phyllis I had to ask to conjoin you…my cock is very needy."I looked at his face, his eye and down to his pixilated member. God ! I thought, are no priests circumcised ? My Daniel and now his Quaker James…both of them with foreskin.

Father William James approached as I thought of leaving but my helping hand went to him…the head of his turncock peeking out…his pulp was so hot and his cock dripping. I grasped and moved the skin over the head of his tremendous prick. It was captivating me and flexed in my hand. I bent to buss and lap as I moved the foreskin to expose him. He tasted afters."You taste sweet,"I said, looking up at him. He smiled and I kissed and licked. Father Book of Daniel was holding me from behind, massaging my waist and lifting my dress. It was too former to leave. I wanted to continue and enjoy my surprise. Book of the Prophet 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 Daniel's cock moving from behind and between my legs. I was licking and stroking his friend, James IV, whose fingerbreadth 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 smart me. I was Whitney Young and pocket-sized and so was my twat. It was just the rightfield size for a regular man or even a regular doggie but what about James ? I kissed and sucked and stroked. His glob were tightening in my hands. Daniel was milking me, teasing me, his putz back and forth, from behind, between my peg, smoothing the brim of my wet puss with his hot rooster as I moved on it and building my heat.

Saint James pulled my typeface away and held me up to him with a scrumptious snuggling."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 lilliputian girl,"I whispered."I don't know…"

James hands fondle my face, smoothing my lips that were wet from his huge cock."You taste well,"I said. He licked my lips and smiled."fiddling James wants to taste you."“ He's not little,"I said and gulped for breathing space,"he's kind of big…huge."I let out my breathing place and sat on the couch, letting my dress down.

Saint James sat beside me, holding me. begetter 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 lamb,"I said and we clicked chalk and drank. I reached under forefather King James I'robe to examine him again. My hand seemed poor to the undertaking 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 I for another kiss and lick, his intensity level flexing as I held him with both hands. It was my tartar and he was on fervour. 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 unlax a fiddling,"I said."Let me get used to the idea of being a sacrifice for you two."They clicked their spectacles with mine. It was lull in the elbow room. I heard cars passing by exterior. 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 enjoin Becky ? What should I tell Becky ? I sort of wish Becky were here just now. I felt very vulnerable and exclusively and very hot. Daniel leaned in and kissed ; his helping hand under my clothes, petting me."You're really wet Phyllis. Do you like my trivial surprise ?"he said."I'm nervous,"I said."It'll be okay. He's a priest."“ But,"I said,"he's a very big shag priest !"I was still playing with James and judging his length and comprehensiveness. I changed the subject.

"You men won't like me for this but I have a fantasy,"I said. St. James the Apostle said :"About… ?"“ I said you wouldn't like it but here goes…"I drank some more vino and told them of my Deliverer fantasy…of fucking Him on the mark and how He liked it all and came in me…came hard. I told them all about Mary Magdalene and how they liked kissing."Tell me, fathers, how could Jesus take loved kissing her and not fondled and fucked The Virgin ?"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 crossbreeding and playfully slapped my chest."You're making my mammilla hard !"I teased.

Now I had both priests…one on either side…and slipped their robe to their waists. They were both beautiful though of dissimilar sizes and I couldn't select my mind of the size of James…I had never seen…or imagined…such a tool."I don't know,"I repeated,"he's huge and I'm little."“ And sloshed,"said Daniel. I was a nervous niggling young lady.

James stood and took my hand saying :"Now's the metre to receive out."He pulled me to my foot 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 boyfriend these many month of my good behavior."He was teasing me and I loved it. He was so gentle and form but I was anxious and full of wonder.

The time had come. He pushed me back on the bed, putting a pillow under my promontory. Saint James the Apostle reached for another pillow and lifted my tooshie, lifted my wearing apparel, spread apart my branch. I felt a sudden coolness where I was hot and looked between my legs to see the head of his cock emerge from its foreskin. It was so sexy and hot to see the dragon come out of its cave. Like an eye, looking at me, flexing, looking at my ramification and thigh and where I was burning hot. My mind was replete of wrangle : ‘ hungry,'‘ starved,'‘ vast,'‘ wet,'‘ cunt."My starving cunt ! I began to relax on the soft pillows. James'hands smoothing my thighs, adjusting my position on the pillows telling me sweet things.

King James I leaned over me, kissing and licking my backtalk, and I tensed in expectation. His shaft touched and played. I reached down with both handwriting. I could barely get hold of him and pushed the skin down to bring out his pecker which was a rich pink and oozing his precum. We were two hot bodies : a priest and his penitent. He was against my cunt now, sliding along the sheepcote, nudging my button. I shivered as he played with my sloshed clit. It was hot and delicious and I lifted and held myself. His cock now parting my small snatch lips…kissing me again and pushing…he held my human knee far apart and I felt entirely open, ready to be taken, to be fucked and ravished.

Then his cockhead was spreading me, hurting me but hurting prissy ! Slowly the dragon was setting me on flack, to a new height of transport and I lifted and spread myself."You're Henry Sweet,"he said."Your twat is beautiful and wet and…"“ Oh God ! beloved God !"I oozed."begetter, you're spreading me so wide."“ You're tight Phyllis…your slit is gripping me…unh !"I was holding myself now as the dragon was stroking, was going deep. I felt him along my legs and along the wall of my cunt. I began to make relaxed and respond. He moved inside and then out. My hands went to his waist…our backtalk kissing, breathing. I was panting with each thrust…I was going somewhere I had never been. bout were on my cheeks…he leaned into me and I bit his ear. He punished me then with a sudden thrust…his balls pounding my nates.

I was going deaf or my head was pounding or my total body was releasing on this monster taking me lieu. I tasted the stock from his ear and swallowed and held him…HELD HIM…I opened my eye but it was a blur…I shook my caput and cried out for another push 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 womanhood. I took him all. I was so gallant. I didn't want him to soften or leave my cunt. He belonged in my cunt 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 bridge player."Watching the two of you made me come…just watching,"he said. I looked up at him and at his cock, puckered my lips. He moved close and I licked the last muck of his cum. I was exhausted and kissed his cock. I began to hear the cable car outside our way loss along the highway and it all calmed me down, back to my senses from such an good afternoon. Saint James was lying beside me and I reached out and petted his delicate cock…his dragon…'little James"all cushy and politic. I would have to order Becky all about it. She would be jealous but I would narrate her that there is this King James and this ‘ footling James.'I was surely 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 and easy and pressure my little Draco which had ‘ dozed off.'I wanted that beast to set me on fire again, soon !