Victoria Parker - The hottest neighbors

"Yes, yes," the Father mumbled. "Yes it is," Julie said, gasping and panting as she tried to catch her breath after her fabulous climax.

"No it isn't?!" Anne yelped. "No it isn't!"

"Oh, Mrs. Johnson," he moaned. Anne was fucked out, but the priest's cock was still hard, still sprinkling cream into her cunt. She fell over on top of him, spent, huffing and puffing, her chest rising and falling, her tits falling out of the halter-top of her suit. She panted and gasped for breath.

Julie was still fucking her cunt with her finger. She convulsed from the waist, pulled over by the electric force of a zinging climax. "Jeez!" she whimpered.

Her body buzzed with the excellent feeling. Her head wobbled from side to side. Her hand knuckled out the crotch of her blue panties as she fucked her finger faster and brought herself to the edge of her orgasm.

"Holy shit!" she cried.

Father Brannigan watched her cumming. Anne was still sitting on top of the Father, her chin hanging on his shoulder, her breathing settling down to a normal pace. But she knew the priest hadn't been fucked in so long, or perhaps never. His cock was still like a bar of iron in her bushy pussy.

Anne lifted off him and knelt between his legs. She fisted Father's cock, squeezed the tremulous prick stalk, inspected the length, then licked her tongue over the creamy cockhead. She lapped along the cockshaft, down to the base, licking the sticky white lather. She lifted his balls in the palm of her hand and kissed them tender. She sucked his balls into her mouth.

The priest slid to the edge of the chair to accommodate this obscene behavior. His big fat balls hung over the seat so Anne could have easy access to them.

Julie finished her climax and watched Anne's lewd licking. She walked to the table and leaned her ass against it to take in the show.

Father Brannigan's prick stood stiff and long. Anne sucked on his balls. The cock trembled, thumped. A big squirt of cum juice from the cocktip, arched in the air, and splattered to the kitchen tile.

Julie went to the man. She knelt at his side and bent down. Her lips brushed against the top of Father's cock. She swirled her tongue over the huge cockhead. Anne continued to suck the man's balls. Julie grabbed the stalk of his cock with one hand and pumped it against her mouth. He creamed her pretty lips. Sticky cum clung there like strings.

"Oh, my heavens!" the priest blurted.

"I wanna fuck him," Julie whispered.

"Please, ladies," Father Brannigan protested. "This must stop immediately." His cock spewed a blob of cum on Julie's cheek.

Anne got up from the floor. She backed off. "Okay, go ahead, Julie. Fuck that big prick."

Julie straddled Father Brannigan. She looked darling. She pulled down her blue panties, whipped them oft then threw her legs over the top of his legs and sat down on top of him.

Her cute young tits popped at her tight sweater. Father Brannigan looked into her pretty face. His eyes were on fire with pathetic passion.

Julie reached for his cock, clutched it with one hand, balanced the other on Father's shoulder. She manipulated the big hard-on as though it were a gearshift. She pulled his cock back, pushed his cock forward, wobbled it to the sides, just as if she were shifting down. She took the big proud prickhead in her fist and played with his cock, pulling and pushing.

Father Brannigan was in a heated trance. "Please, young lady, you must stop."

"Forgive me, Father, for playing with your prick, will you?"

She slid her hand down to the middle of the cock stalk and started pumping his prick. She lifted up, pulled his cock to her pussy and inserted the cockhead inside.

"Oh, no!" Father Brannigan gulped.

Julie rolled her hips around in a slow bump-and-grind and fucked down on his leaping prick. She took his prick deep into her little cunt.

"Let's fuck," she whispered.

"Fuck his balls off, Julie," Anne said.

She had taken a chair from the kitchen table and had spread her legs wide. She had found an unpeeled cucumber. She shaved the big thick vegetable into her pussy. The green shaft fucked in easily.

"Oh, Father, this feels good. Your prick feels good in my pussy," Julie said.

"You must stop doing this," he murmured.

"I know I should, Father, but I can't. I'm just a crazy little fucker, I guess."

"Oh, good God!" Father hissed.

Julie bucked slowly in and out on his cock. She clasped her hands behind his white collar. She looked the priest in the eyes. He stared back, then looked down to see how his huge cock was connected to the stunning young girl. His cock as fucked vulgarly into her pussy. Julie's pony-tail waved back and forth as she fucked the priest.

"I'm fucking you," she whispered.

"Yes, yes you are," he sobbed.

Anne fucked the cuke into her pussy as she watched the exciting scene. The tight body of the beautiful teenager bounced up and down on the Catholic's big cock. She looked stunning in the tight blue sweater and her blue tennis shoes as she rode the man high and hard.

Anne wanted to fuck the priest again, herself. But she let the thick cucumber pleasure her pussy. She had a good grip and fucked it in and out of her cunt wildly.

Father Brannigan was so hot with fuck-lust he couldn't stop the climax that shot through him. His cock swelled inside the little girl. The cockhead bloated and spurted a thick load of cum into Julie's cunt.

The hot cock cream spilled into her pussy. She fucked wildly on Father's thumping prick. She rode his fucker like a pro. Her tight little ss thumped up and down on the man.

"Oh, my dear!" Father Brannigan gasped.

"Father!" Julie yelped. "Oh, Father you're cummin' in me."

"Oh, my precious darling," he mumbled.

"I want you to fuck me in the confession booth, Father… next time… please… will you?"

"You obscene little slut!" Father, shouted.

He humped his hips off the chair. He fucked his big bruising prick into her in a furious frenzy. Julie held on. He bucked her high. She rocked back down. He threw her up again.

"Oh, Jesus!" Julie cried.

Father Brannigan held her by the waist as he pushed up and down off the chair, fucking his prick deep into Julie's yearning cunt.

There was so much cum squirting into Julie's pussy that it began spilling out the sides, dripping to the floor. The priest was bulldozing his cock into her. She had never been fucked so hard. She had never had her pussy flooded with so much sweet cock cream.

"Fuck me, fuck me in confessional!" Julie babbled.

"Yes! I'll fuck you in the confessional!" the Father shouted.

Anne fucked the cuke deep into her pussy and came. There was so much emotion in the kitchen she could feel it in the air, the smell, the pungent aroma.

"I'm cummin'!" Julie sighed. She threw her pretty head back and howled loudly.

Father Brannigan fucked his cock to her. Anne fucked the cuke. And the kitchen filled with the sweet simmer of fucking. Julie slumped over on top of Father Brannigan, huffing and puffing in the glow of the fabulous fuck. The Father shook all over. His cock spit out little after-gobs of cum in the girl's cunt.

"Jeez! He really fucked the shit out of me, Anne," Julie whimpered.

Anne was still fucking the cuke wildly in her pussy, grinding her hips off the chair as she fucked herself to the top of her climax.

Julie pulled off Father Brannigan's cock. The thick cockshaft had wilted and curled on his thigh. His cock wiggled and thumped as it spit one last gob of jism that oozed from the cocktip very slowly then dripped down his leg.

"Whew, it's melting," Julie murmured.

She petted the priest's thick prick lovingly, toyed with the cockshaft, ran her fingers along the length of it, took the creamy cockhead in her palm, watched how it thickened, jumped around like a fish.