Victoria Parker: The hottest neighbors

It was a priest. He stood tall and erect, a man of about fifty, silver hair, handsome, a ruddy face, almost a stereotype Catholic priest.

"I'm Father Brannigan," he smiled. "Come in," Anne said. "Well, I just wanted to stop and pay a courtesy visit. I'm the priest at Saint Thomas, just down the street. We have a wonderful church and a full school. I know you're new in the area. Your neighbors are Catholic, and I just stopped to see them, but no one was home. I thought I'd visit you and see if you would be interested in attending our church. Are you Catholic?"

"I'm afraid not, Father," Anne replied. "Ah, well, you may still attend if you like." Just then Julie rode by on her bike. She looked darling in a pair of white shorts that hugged her wiggling ass. She wore a short-sleeved blue sweater and tennis shoes. She rode her bike up the walk to the door where Anne and the priest were engaged in conversation.

"Hi, Father – hi, Mrs. Johnson," she said, sliding her fine, tight ass off the bike seat.

"Well, hello, Julie," Father Brannigan said jovially.

Anne saw possibilities and immediately said: "Come in, Father. I just made some iced tea." Julie parked her bike and entered the house with Father Brannigan. Anne led them to the kitchen and poured them each a glass of tea.

"Father, I have some theological questions for you," Anne said.

"Oh, by all means, ask me."

Anne went to the refrigerator. She pulled out a big, thick, long sausage. It was slick and hard, at least a foot long. She laid it on the kitchen table.

Father Brannigan and Julie sat across from each other. Anne stood next to the priest. Julie knew immediately what was going to happen. The Father waited to be served some sausage slices.

Anne slowly tugged at her bikini. She pulled it down over her hairy cunt. The priest's eyes bulged. Anne picked up the sausage off the table, slid it between her legs and rubbed it on her pussy.

"Oh, my heavens!" the priest exclaimed, his face flushing red.

"I was wondering, Father, if you considered this a sin?"

Her hand danced with the fat hunk of meat. She pushed the tip between her cuntlips and slowly fucked it into her pussy.

"That certainly is a sin!" Father Brannigan said indignantly.

"Why?" Anne asked, fucking the meat deeper into her cunt.

Father Brannigan watched with excited interest. "Well, it is. You should know that."

Anne rolled her hips lewdly at the thick roll of pork. She shoved it deeper and fucked it in and out of her hot, wet cunt.

"Julie, why don't you get up and take down your shorts?" Anne suggested.

Julie stood up, walked around the table, stood near the priest, and unbuttoned her shorts and let them fall to the floor. She stood, a picture of teenaged beauty in a thin pair of blue panties and the blue sweater.

Father Brannigan couldn't help himself. His cock had leaped to a full hard-on and was thumping against his black slacks. His cock bulged at his crotch, and Anne could see his hard-on throbbing against the thin material.

"Look," Anne said, "can't you forgive me if this is a sin?"

"Well, I…"

Anne fucked the sausage in and out of her pussy. It made her feel ecstatic, fucking herself with the thick meat while the Father watched her.

"Take his prick out, Julie," Anne said. Julie walked to Father Brannigan. She looked him deeply in the eyes, smiled coyly, reached down and unzipped his fly. The priest's cock jumped out.

His cock was rigid and ready, the cockhead red and round, the cockshaft a full nine inches. Julie grabbed it with her hand, held the priest's puking prick in her gripping, tightening fingers.

"This is wrong," Father Brannigan said.

Julie bent over and kissed the tip of his cock. Her sweet, young red lips sealed right over the cockhead.

"…[missing text]," the priest mumbled. Julie's hand pulled up and down on the bulging prick stalk. She licked her tongue over the glistening cockhead, felt a squirt of pre-cum seep out, wiggled her tongue, caught it, and swallowed the sticky goo.

"Oh, this is so wrong," Father Brannigan panted.

Anne had the sausage plugged deep in her pussy and was furiously fucking herself. "God, that looks so good!"

Father Brannigan looked at Anne, his eyes hot, glassy, as she fucked herself fiercely with the sausage. Then his gaze swept down to the beautiful young girl who was licking the head of his trembling prick. Julie's head bobbed up and she came down. Her lips slid hotly over the stalk as she took his cock in her beautiful mouth and sucked. Her cheeks dimpled out as she lifted up and down.

Then she suddenly pulled her mouth off his cock and pumped wildly. Her hand steamed on the priest's prick. She jacked on the priest's cock.

Anne pulled the sausage out other cunt and quickly went to the couple. She pulled Julie's hand off Father Brannigan's prick. She straddled him, threw her legs over him and grabbed the hard cock, pulled it up as she ground down and took it in her pussy.

"I'm gonna fuck you, Father. I'm gonna give you a good hot fuck."

"Oh, my heavens!" the priest gasped.

Anne bounced wildly on top of him. She buried his cock in her cunt. She threw her arms around him, clasped her hands behind his neck and fucked up and down on his cock.

Julie watched with intense pleasure. She dipped her hand inside her ice-blue panties and fish-hooked a finger into her wet little pussy.

"Father, I'm fuckin' you!" Anne cried.

"Oh… oh… yes… yes, you are!" he muttered.

She entwined her fingers round his white cleric collar, rolled her hips vulgarly, looked down so she could see the way his cock fucked in and out of her cunt.

"Look down there Father," she whispered. "Look, see how your cock is fucking in and out of my pussy."

"Oh, my!" Father Brannigan muttered.

Julie was so hot she had to fuck three fingers into her pussy as she watched Anne fuck Father Brannigan.

Anne leaned in and kissed him, a hot, wet kiss, her tongue lapping into his mouth. She bucked up and down in a fucking frenzy. Father Brannigan's cock exploded. She felt his prick heave, then felt the gush of hot cock cream shoot up into her pussy.

"God, Father! You're cummin' in my cunt!" Anne felt the blissful rapture grip her body. She shivered as that beautiful emotion, that tingling euphoria rippled through her. She slapped her ass up and down on top of the priest. She took all of his cum-squirting cock, pushed her hips down and let him squirt jism deep into her pussy.

Julie was in a trance. She bent forward. Her knuckles bugled against the thin panties as she finger-fucked her cunt.

"God damn, Father!" Anne screamed. "You're filling my pussy with cum. God damn, you've got a lot in there!"

"Mr. Johnson!" he gasped. "Oh… oh… I feel so good!"

"I'm cummin'!" Julie hollered. "Right now, damn it. I'm gettin' my cookies right now!" Her body jerked forward as she came.

Father Brannigan looked up into Anne's lovely face, saw the wrinkles of pleasure and passion etched there.

"You're beautiful!" he cried, heaving his hips off the chair, fucking his cock up into her cunt.

"Oh. Father," Anne sighed. "Fuck your prick to me!"

He pushed and humped up at her. Anne bucked back and forth, relishing the foaming cock cream that rushed into her needy pussy. It seemed that his cock would never stop spurting. Anne couldn't remember a prick that had ever had so much cum to give.

She was now at the zenith of her climax. Her body trembled and shook. She pulled off the kiss, fucked up and down again and again.

"God, aren't you ever gonna stop cummin'?" she yelled.

Gum was now spilling out of her pussy, dripping along her thighs, splattering to the kitchen tile. Father Brannigan threw his head back. He bucked up at Anne.

"Is this a sin?" Anne muttered.