Abbie plays with herself

“I don’t think that even a beauty like you could revive an old oak like this,” said Father George breathlessly, indicating his flaccid priestly staff.

Abbie smiled and flushed slightly. None of the boys her age referred to her as a beauty. She decided that she would get the old man hard again whatever it took. She grinned now and looked the old priest in the eye.

“We’ll have to see about that,” she said, accepting the challenge.

The naked teenager leaned back on the bed, at the other end to George. She began lightly stroking her own flesh, to get herself in the mood, whilst he watched her. As she did so, her nipples grew hard and Abbie began to pluck at them, sighing contentedly. The old priest watched her, breathing heavily. In spite of himself, his old cock began to stir again.

Abbie continued to pluck and massage her large breasts. After a while, she bent her head and licked and flicked each of her hard sensitive nipples in turn. Father George’s cock began to slowly unfurl and grow.

Then, still massaging and biting one of her breasts, the teenager allowed the other to drop as one of her hands snaked down to her soft downy pussy. She slid a finger into her slick wet slot and pulled it out again, covered in the old priest’s cum. Letting go of her nipple for the moment, she dabbed the old man’s cream onto its hard stiff surface and then proceeded to lick it clean. Father George was almost fully erect again now and he looked at the young brunette with barely concealed lust.

Unperturbed, the eighteen year old let her hand slide down to her snatch once more and this time she slid her two middle fingers into her warm moist depths. The old priest’s breath grew ragged, as he watched the teenager slide her fingers in and out of her cunt, moaning softly. He watched as Abbie leaned back her head, gasping with pleasure as she continued to pluck at her nipples with one hand whilst, with the other, she stimulated herself down below.