Anne's kitchen was becoming a meeting place for the frolics of the neighborhood. No sooner did Ed zip his bit fucker back into his pants and slip out the back door, when Julie knocked at the front.
She was darling, attired in a white T-shirt with DURAN DURAN scripted across the front in black lettering. The U's in Duran cupped her firm little tits enticingly as the shirt pulled tightly and bottomed into a tight pair of jeans that looked as if Julie had taken them in at the legs and hips so that they would hug her delicious young body. Her ass was cuddled delightfully against the light blue denim of the jeans.
Julie had her hair in the cute pony-tail tied in a white ribbon. Her lips were painted glossy pink and her cheeks had been freshly blushed with a bright orange, the color of a speedometer dial. She wore a pair of high-heeled sandals, and three white plastic bracelets hung from her right wrist.
"Shhh," Julie said. "Father Brannigan is coming down the sidewalk."
"Come in," Anne said with a smile. "Is he headed for my house?"
"Where else do you think he'd be headed?" Julie chuckled. "God, I love to turn him on."
"You little devil," Anne said.
Anne closed the door, and a knock came a minute later.
"Oh, Anne," Father Brannigan said. "I thought I'd drop by for a moment and invite you to our bingo game tonight."
"I'm sorry, Father, we're having a cook-out."
Father Brannigan was staring at Julie. His holy eyes burned over the schoolgirl. Julie smiled salaciously.
"Ah, uh, well… oh, that's too bad. I was hoping you could come to the affair."
Anne reached between Brannigan's legs, pinched at his black slacks, found his slowly rising cock, and grasped it.
"Well, perhaps I should…"
"Fuck us," Julie said. "Wanna fuck us, Father?"
Anne unzipped his fly and withdrew his hard cock. She dipped to the floor and sucked the cockhead into her warm mouth. Julie went to Father and caressed his ass, then shoved a finger up his asshole through his slacks.
Anne unbuckled his pants as she sucked his cock, and soon she had them down around his shoes. His cock stood proud, tremendous. Julie unsnapped his clerical collar and ringed it wound his thick cook. This delighted Anne. She slid the collar on the priest's cock.
Julie watched and got hot. She rubbed her pussy through her jeans, which were all crunched up in snug ripples at her crotch.
Anne ducked in on Brannigan's cock and sucked. The priest watched Julie fingering her jeans. His mouth was unhinged. His eyes were on fire.
Julie liked his fuck-hot stare. She started a slow strip for Brannigan as Anne sucked his prick and he watched Julie. She unbuckled the jeans and forced them down her alluring thighs, revealing her ice-blue panties packed with brown coils of cunt hair at the crotch. She pulled the T-shirt off and exposed her beautiful little tits, the nipples upright, the lift of her tits so incredibly proud. Julie grasped her panties and slowly tugged them down on top of the jeans and stood up to show off her pretty pussy. She opened her mouth in a lewd smile and licked her pink tongue over her lips.
"Oh, God have mercy!" Father Brannigan cried.
Anne got up. "Let's all go in the kitchen." Julie quickly removed her jeans and panties and walked naked with Anne and the priest into the kitchen. Anne turned in the middle of the kitchen and stripped off the man's clothes, pulled him to her and Frenched him on the lips, rolling her pussy against his hard prick. Then she sat down on a chair near the kitchen table and quickly she reached for a big chicken neck on the table. She rubbed it obscenely over the lips of her pussy and fucked it in.
"Oh, no!" Father Brannigan gulped.
Anne jiggled the crispy neck in and out of her cunt.
"That's better than fucking a cuke," Julie said.
The young girl went to the priest. She rubbed against his hard-on. She felt his cock squirm and spit pre-cum on her stomach.
"You're such a nasty old man," Julie whispered, then she went down to her knees and kissed the man's towering prick.
Father Brannigan's wandering eyes flitted from the scene on the chair, Anne diddling her pussy with a chicken neck, to the young girl's pretty pink lips secured tightly around his cock.
"Could this be heaven?" he mumbled.
"Fuck me, Father!" Julie gasped as she lay back on the floor.
Father Brannigan looked down at her lithe body splayed out. Julie wiggled her hips in a slow roll off the floor, bumped them at the staring eyes.
Father got down on the floor with her. They kissed hotly. Julie rolled over on top of him. She lifted to all fours, reached down and gabbed his cock. She manipulated the bloated cockhead against her young cunt. She fucked the hard cock-knob inside and rolled with her folks will be coming over soon for the cook out.
"Oh, God, I can't let them catch me," Julie panted as she fucked faster on the priest's cock.
Brannigan was in a whirlpool of fuck-lust. He had no idea what was going on. He was lost. He loved the young girl bucking and fucking on his prick.
"That cock up my ass feels good," Julie yelped.
Julie bucked high when the stream of hot cock cream jetted into her pussy as Father Brannigan came. Jimmy pushed hard, fucked his cock like a sledgehammer up her asshole until he creamed. The hot jizz fizzed and spilled out over the cheeks of Julie's ass.
Anne came as never before.
"I love to fuck and suck!" she screamed. "I truly do!"
Julie zipped into a shuddering climax. Her body shook as though she were shot through with electricity. "I do, too!" she yelled.
"Holy slit! What a tongue!" Anne hissed hotly.
She pushed her hips out, thrust her pussy to the thick pink tongue and let the man slurp, lick, and flap at her cunt. Waves of delicious sensation floated through the beautiful woman, and as she shivered in ecstasy, she was glad the finger of fate had directed her and Robert to this neighborhood, this very house surrounded by such wonderful neighbors.