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

I was young and nubile and also, this was the significant portion, longed for and loved orgasms and orgasm and all variety of thing like that which were a kind of ‘ foreclose fruit.'After all, I was not that old but my consistence was fully developed. Nice breasts, a slender shank and a slit that wouldn't hold on wanting attention…not to remark anal…another joy. I was all systems"go"and systems were set to go with any suggestion, or no suggestion at all.

Then there was this young priest, Padre Daniel, in his dark gown and dangling spiritual cross with the petty Man on it…an almost raw symbolization of rectitude…nailed to a cross but what stuck in my mind was this Man with only a lumbus textile concealing his buck private. It should not have been titillating but for me, a young adult female, I imagined him stripped of that cloth, revealing a deprived penis which I would anoint with my lips, slug with my clapper, work my womanly legerdemain on his body until he was alive, tumid, dripping with pre-cum and my body set to stir him to a religious experience…me leaping on the cross, grasping his shoulders, lifting to place and my legs embracing that consistence, looking down at his heavy cock in fully show between my branch, lunging my puss onto his severely cock…Him gumming :"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 spectral spermatozoon oozing from my hot slit. He softens, smiles and I slip down, licking Him dry, both of us still shivering in a prevent joy. Mary Magdalene, her feverish kiss on Him, His peter milking her cunt to ecstasy had nix on our close instant skirmish. He should bear been ashamed yielding to earthly joy even with his dearest Madonna. I had no shame when it came to fucking.

But such was not to happen except in my sacrilegious dream. Father Daniel's dangling interbreeding was only a symbolic representation that aroused my imagination…my wicked thoughts…which were now in the mannequin and flesh of dear handsome, hot Father Daniel…his blackened robe and the crossbreed 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 attending. I thought priests were circumcised but he explained that at parturition there was no idea of a spiritual bent and thus he had foreskin with which I like to encounter in our little sex games. His dangling cross was the only dangling thing when we were together !

Becky and I would take routine milking that wonderful legal instrument of joy until Fatherhood Daniel lay in an exhausted land having pleased us both. He seduced me one other good afternoon after schoolhouse 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 zeal. He was young and virile…extremely virile…and Becky and I tasted of his virility. I called him every sinful and dirty public figure before, during and after our fuck academic session and it all made him hotter still.

One afternoon, Becky left early after one of our ‘ screwing seance'and Father Daniel whispered in my ear :"Phyllis. I want to match you away from Christian church and spend more time, alone, just with you."His words sent iciness through me. Becky and I were best friends but also competitors for the priest's attentions in some titillating 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 naked, except for his cross resting on my breast, and exhausted and cuddling in his common soldier way. I loved rubbing my trunk over his nakedness, feeling his limp cock on my wet cunt…knowing I was the movement of putting it to kip. I reached and felt his egg and persuasion of seeing him alone. It was erotic to think of our ‘ secret'meter without Becky sharing. I was under his ‘ Spell.'

The side by side day couldn't come soon enough. The motel was walking length from school and I walked there as soon as year was over, knocking on the elbow room he had indicated. . I was filled with religious fervor as I knocked on the motel door. This meter, like the first base time between us, we were to be alone and I wondered about it…was aroused by the opinion of it…all day at school day. I had dressed…underdressed…for the occasion. I was already trembling in anticipation because Father Book of the Prophet Daniel was a relentless sexual being…he would never get tired while fucking me and would Egyptian pound 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 extra strokes. Then he would lie on top of me…when I caught my breathing space I would hit between us and stroke him as he would gradually go lenient. This was a religious experience for me.

I knocked on the room access, it opened and I entered. There was my handsome priest in his seductive robe…the Cross dangling down suggestively. We embraced and he whispered :"You're a special girl, Phyllis. Are you prepare for your surprisal ?"‘ surprise ?'I thought. It was quiet in the room and I held on, wondering."The church doctrine of John reports ‘ Jesus wept.'” he said and I waited for my surprise."You make me weep sometimes,"he said."We have a divine intervention every metre we fuck…it's like my cock gets heavily just thought of you and your torso and your cunt."“ That's not a Nice Good Book, Father,"I teased."Nice isn't the word,"he said,"divine is more like it and when it's your ‘ snatch'my tool is in desperate need. And I'm not the only when one who feels that way."

I'm not the merely one I thought ? What does he stand for and I hugged him tight, his crown of thorns pressing against my chest, feeling his hard cock against my body. I wanted him just then and whispered :"My little ‘ cunt'wants you to lighten it of its tension, Father. What is my surprisal you dirty man ?"Just then the can threshold opened and I looked to see another man of the textile emerge. His smile was immense and lecherous ! Another well-favored man ! I got tingle at the whole idea. It was to be a threesome ! Not an brute leash with begetter Daniel's dog but a man one. That had never happened to me, I was a lilliputian scared and I suddenly wished Becky was with me.

"This is founder St. James from another parish. We have been booster and shared stories…I told him of the delicious Whitney Moore Young Jr. nubile parishioner named Phyllis. St. James and I have confided in all things. His congregation is Old and he is one horny devil…so he is my surprise."I looked at him then and at the doorway to our elbow room."Maybe I should leave,"I said. Padre Book of Daniel and James looked at each other. James said :"Maybe you should allow but first have a look at things."

That said, founding father James lifted his dark robe. He was fully erect. All of him and when I say ‘ all'of him there was a great deal in the word ‘ all'as far as St. James was concerned. He was immense and smashed, flex and already dripping."My congregants are mostly elderly,"he said,"and when Danny told me about ‘ his'little Phyllis I had to ask to join you…my stopcock is very needy."I looked at his face, his eyes and down to his stiff appendage. God ! I thought, are no non-Christian priest circumcised ? My Daniel and now his booster James…both of them with foreskin.

Father James approached as I thought of leaving but my bridge player went to him…the mind of his shaft peeking out…his flesh was so hot and his turncock dripping. I grasped and moved the peel over the head of his tremendous shaft. It was captivating me and flexed in my hand. I bent to kiss and puzzle out as I moved the foreskin to scupper him. He tasted sweet."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 shank and lifting my dress. It was too late to leave. I wanted to ride out 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 clothes now at my shank and Daniel's cock moving from behind and between my legs. I was licking and stroking his friend, King James I, whose fingers were in my hair and on my ears. I was hot and a little scare away. James was a monster. I didn't know if he would offend me. I was unseasoned and small and so was my twat. It was just the right size for a regular man or even a veritable barker but what about James II ? I kissed and sucked and stroked. His chunk were tightening in my hand. Book of Daniel was milking me, teasing me, his cock back and forth, from behind, between my legs, smoothing the lips of my wet cunt with his hot stopcock as I moved on it and building my heat.

James pulled my expression away and held me up to him with a delicious necking."Don't,"he said,"you're going bring me off too soon. There is a amend way to bestow me off."“ I'm just a slight girl,"I whispered."I don't know…"

James hands fondle my face, smoothing my rim that were wet from his huge stopcock."You taste serious,"I said. He licked my back talk and smiled."footling Saint 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 breath and sat on the couch, letting my dress down.

James sat beside me, holding me. beginner 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 crank and drank. I reached under begetter James IV'robe to examine him again. My hand seemed inadequate to the task but he was still hard and I stroked him. He stuck out his peg 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 Epistle of James for another kiss and salt lick, his strength flexing as I held him with both manpower. It was my dragon and he was on fervency. I played with the foreskin, back and Forth River,"You're going to make me cum,"Epistle of James said and I slowed and drank some more wine.

"I need to unlax a little,"I said."Let me get used to the theme of being a sacrifice for you two."They clicked their eyeglasses with mine. It was quiet down in the room. I heard machine passing by outside. My headway was dizzy and not just from the wine. I had to cool down down a bit before we got into the ‘ dear'part of the good afternoon. What would I tell Becky ? What should I order Becky ? I sort of bid Becky were here just now. I felt very vulnerable and unique and very hot. Daniel leaned in and kissed ; his hand under my attire, petting me."You're really wet Phyllis. Do you like my minuscule 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 priest !"I was still playing with Saint James the Apostle 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 II said :"About… ?"“ I said you wouldn't like it but here goes…"I drank some more wine-colored and told them of my Jesus fantasy…of fucking Him on the hybridisation and how He liked it all and came in me…came laborious. I told them all about Virgin Mary Magdalene and how they liked kissing."Tell me, fathers, how could Jesus bear loved kissing her and not fondled and fucked Mary ?"Now we were all laughing. I pulled on Daniel's hybrid and slapped him on the dresser with it. James IV looked at us and took hold of his cross 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 gown to their shank. They were both beautiful though of different sizes and I couldn't take my nous of the size of James…I had never seen…or imagined…such a tool."I don't know,"I repeated,"he's Brobdingnagian and I'm little."“ And cockeyed,"said Daniel. I was a flighty little girl.

James stood and took my hand saying :"Now's the time to bump 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 ‘ small Jesse James'likes to do. He is one hungry, starved fellow these many month of my just behavior."He was teasing me and I loved it. He was so gentle and kind but I was queasy and full of wonder.

The clock 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 apparel, spread apart my pegleg. I felt a sudden coldness where I was hot and looked between my legs to see the principal of his stopcock emerge from its prepuce. It was so aphrodisiac and hot to see the dragon come out of its cave. Like an eye, looking at me, flexing, looking at my ramification 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 make relaxed on the soft pillows. James'hands smoothing my thigh, adjusting my stance on the pillows telling me dulcet things.

Saint James leaned over me, kissing and licking my oral cavity, and I tensed in expectation. His cock touched and played. I reached down with both hands. I could barely get grasp of him and pushed the skin down to let out his cock which was a deep pinko and oozing his precum. We were two hot bodies : a priest and his penitent. He was against my puss now, sliding along the flock, nudging my clit. I shivered as he played with my stiff clit. It was hot and pleasant-tasting and I lifted and held myself. His dick now parting my small twat lips…kissing me again and pushing…he held my knees far apart and I felt entirely open, fix to be taken, to be fucked and ravished.

Then his cockhead was spreading me, hurting me but hurting decent ! Slowly the dragon was setting me on fervour, to a new acme of go and I lifted and spread myself."You're Sweet,"he said."Your slit is beautiful and wet and…"“ Oh God ! lamb God !"I oozed."Father, you're spreading me so wide."“ You're sozzled 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 legs and along the walls of my cunt. I began to loosen up and respond. 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. bout were on my cheeks…he leaned into me and I bit his ear. He punished me then with a sudden thrust…his testis pounding my bottom.

I was going deaf or my head was pounding or my entire body was releasing on this colossus taking me position. I tasted the bloodline from his ear and swallowed and held him…HELD HIM…I opened my middle but it was a blur…I shook my head and cried out for another poking 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 soften or pull up stakes my pussy. 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 hand."Watching the two of you made me come…just watching,"he said. I looked up at him and at his shaft, puckered my rim. He moved close and I licked the last droppings of his cum. I was exhausted and kissed his cock. I began to get word the cable car outside our elbow room passing along the highway and it all calmed me down, back to my senses from such an afternoon. James was lying beside me and I reached out and petted his soft cock…his dragon…'little James"all indulgent and smooth. I would ingest to recite Becky all about it. She would be envious but I would tell her that there is this James and this ‘ piffling James.'I was for certain 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 soft and squeezed my fiddling flying lizard which had ‘ dozed off.'I wanted that animal to set me on flak again, soon !