The following day, Sunday, Robert left for the golf course with Ed and Gray. Anne called Virginia and Marilyn to see if they wanted to get together, but both had left for the day. Marilyn said she had to see her ill mother, and Virginia was driving out of town to visit relatives.
Anne longed around the house most of the morning, fixed a sandwich and decided to go out and suntan in the back yard. She slipped into a tiny, slick, green two-piece suit, put on a pair of white heels and was about to slip out the kitchen door when the front-door buzzer rang.
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.
"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.
"Wow!" the girl exclaimed.
Father's cock began expanding, rising to Julie's playful and careful touch. Julie watched in avid interest at the way his cock rose, slowly at first, then thumping to a full hard-on.
Julie grabbed the cockshaft, dropped to her knees between the man's legs, jacked up and down on the stiff fucker, looked at the cockhead bobbing above the curl of her thumb and forefinger. A whip of excitement slapped her. She dipped her beautiful head. Her pony-tail bobbed. She puckered her lips and fucked them over the tip of Father Brannigan's cock.
"Oh, my dear, you really shouldn't," he gasped.
Julie licked over the top of his prick, swirled her tongue against his burning cockhead as if she were licking an ice-cream cone.
Anne had by now finished her tremulous orgasm and sat on her chair watching Julie bring Father Brannigan to the edge of paradise. She got up, went to the sucking girl, knelt there beside her and watched how she kissed his prick.
Julie worked her lips along the prickshaft, and as she moved off the head of Father's prick, Anne fastened her lips to the prickhead. Julie sucked his balls. Anne sucked the head of his cock.
The priest shook with excitement and desire. The two women were taking him to the pit of hell, but he loved every minute. He liked the way young Julie kissed his big hairy balls, then sucked him into her warm mouth. He liked Anne's thick lips on the top of his cock.
"Girls, girls," he pleaded. "You're driving me mad!"
Julie got up from the floor, stood by the side of the chair, put her arm around the man's neck and brought his face to her pussy. The Father didn't know what to do about her aggressive behavior. He loved the aroma of her wet pussy.
His tongue flicked along her slippery cunt slit. He opened his mouth and kissed her cunt. The poor man even found himself chewing Julie's pussy, much to the delight of the ravenous young girl.
"Nice, Father," she sighed. "Nice cunt-sucking."
Anne plunged her lips deeper onto the priest's cock. She grabbed the prick stalk, held on with one hand, jacked up and down as she sucked.
"You will absolve us, won't you, Father?" Julie sighed as she pushed her pussy into the priest's face.
Anne lifted her sucking lips off the man's throbbing prick, got up, straddled him, humped her cunt down on the big cockhead and fucked onto it, taking half his cock into her pussy in a swift flourish of her hips.
"Yeah, you'll absolve us, huh, Father?"
"Ah, uh, mmm," the man gurgled, unable to pull his face away from Julie's delicious cunt. "Mmmmm, mmmmmm!"
"You can absolve us the next time I come to confession, Father," Julie cooed.