I'm a catholic priest. I'm in my mid forties and I find celibacy tough. I masturbate of course, like all men do. I use girly porn and I like to play with and wear sexy women's knickers. I've also got a young altar boy, nineteen year old Damien, who helps me at Mass on Sundays, and helps me in other ways too.
Damien comes from a rough background. Though our church has given Damien's family a lot of social help it hasn't done them much good and Damien's father is now out of circulation for a few years. Damien lives with his mother Kylie. I'd long had my eye on Kylie. She's my age, she's kept her looks and figure, she keeps her dark shoulder length hair neat but she wears too much lipstick and eye shadow and dresses like a tart even in church. Often when I'm masturbating in my mind its Kylie's vagina tight round my straining hard shaft.
It started between Damien and me when he came to visit me in my little flat annexed to our church. He'd met atheists who'd raised some doubts and wanted to talk about his catholic faith. We soon got discussing the sins of the flesh and discovered we had a common interest in porn, women's underwear and masturbation, both solo and together. I showed Damien some of my porn magazines and my collection of women's panties. We soon started masturbating together over porn.
Damien and I aren't gay. Damien's a shy boy who hasn't had much success with girls, and I'm forbidden women by my oath of celibacy. We're just sexually frustrated and enjoy relieving our frustrations with porn and masturbating together.
One evening Damien brought a box of photographs with him, pictures his father had taken of his mother Kylie while he was around. They showed Kylie in lingerie and nude. I saw her body was as penis-straining delicious as any of the girls in my magazines, with big round tits, a gleaming smooth cheeky bottom, good legs and a neat triangle of dark cunt fur between her legs. The pictures showed her in erotic poses as hot as any in my porn. Damien told me his mother had caught him masturbating over them. Damien also brought some of Kylie's used panties.
Damien knew I had a sexy underwear fetish. I like wearing sexy men's underwear or women's tiny panties. I love the soft feel of women's panties taut over my erect penis, and they look so sexy. Damien likes the sight of my penis in sexy underwear, especially his mother's panties, when we masturbate together. He looks good in Kylie's panties too.
Though Damien visits me in the evenings we have our best opportunity after Mass on Sundays. Damien and I are together in the vestry of our church putting things away while his mother walks home to her social housing flat a few dingy streets away. Damien and I had enjoyed our naughty little secret liaison for a few months, then that unforgettable Sunday happened.
Damien had helped me at morning Mass. Afterwards as usual I waited for the congregation including Damien's mother to leave so I could get together in the vestry with him. I'd got some particularly hot porn to show him and I was wearing some very sexy men's underwear.
But instead of leaving, Kylie remained with her son chatting to me. She was dressed in a tight white blouse showing the shadow of a dark bra underneath, a grey skirt tight over her well rounded bottom and showing the outline of her panties, sheer black nylons and black high heels, the usual lipstick and eye shadow and big silver loop earrings rings. I hadn't been able to keep my eyes, or my lustful thoughts, off her all through the church service. I was suddenly disappointed when Damien, not his mother, left to go home leaving me talking to Kylie. When Damien was out of earshot Kylie grinned at me and said:
"Don't think I don't know what you've been getting up to with my son, Father. You wank together over those naughty pictures of me don't you? You dirty bastard."
In case I'd misunderstood her she formed her thumb and forefinger into a ring and bobbed it up and down the exact length and angle of a guy's hard up penis in that movement every catholic boy knows so well. I felt my face go red and was speechless.
"I ought to report you to your Bishop," Kylie continued. I knew she wouldn't, and from what I knew of my Bishop he'd be only too pleased to hear about a boy who liked getting naked and masturbating with one of his parish priests. Kylie continued and I saw she was grinning mischievously.
"Its my turn now. That's why I've sent him home. I want some fun too. That's if you're interested in women, Father, not just wanking with boys."
As she spoke she stepped a high heeled foot up onto a pew bench and pulled her skirt smoothly up her black nylon clad thigh far enough to show me a stocking top, bare thigh above, and little purple panties bulging over her mound and showing the cameltoe outline of her vagina lips. I'd seen those panties before stretched taut over Damien's straining hard penis. As I stared at Kylie's panties she hooked her thumb over the top hem and pulled down the front to show her thick full bush of almost black cunt hair.
"That's what my boy's being showing you, isn't it? You want more, don't you?"
I didn't say anything in reply. But I let my hand exploring the naked tops of her thighs, ruffling her pubic hair and stroking the lips of her vagina tell her that I was certainly interested in women and certainly wanted more. More than that, as I ruffled her bush of cunt and fingered her vagina lips I let my fingers show her I knew how a woman likes her pussy fondled. Kylie gasped with sex pleasure and nuzzled her furry mound against my hand. Her eyes met mine.
"You've been a naughty boy before haven't you Father? You've been playing with girls!"
It was a statement, not a question. The message my hand had been sending had gotten through.
A moment later Kylie and I were in the vestry. Even if anyone had seen us go there no one would have thought anything of it: the mother of a good catholic boy who helps in church, seeking their priest's counsel and help. As soon as we were in the vestry with the door locked behind us Kylie took the lead.
"You've seen me in those filthy pictures," Kylie said authoritatively. "Now show me what my son's been getting, you randy bastard! Get your cock out!"
I'd long had a masturbation fantasy about exposing my naked penis to women in my church. I'd never dared, though I've had some men expose their cocks to me. Now my fantasy was being fulfilled with Kylie.
I was in my church vestments, but they're hot and heavy so underneath I was just in a tee shirt and lightweight trousers. I lifted my vestment off, unzipped my trousers and slipped them down my thighs. Underneath I was in a man's G-string with a tiny see through black lace pouch front edged with red embroidery. The pouch at the front was barely big enough to cover my flaccid cock and balls, let alone my seven inches of hard muscle by then sticking up in front of me. The front had an embroidered slit at the front for a guy to poke his cock through, but I just let my cock push the thin lace out and poke up above the top hem.
"You kinky boy, Father!" Kylie said with a grin the moment she saw my G string with half my erect penis poking out of it.
Kylie treated herself to a good long feel of my cock and my balls through the thin lace before she pulled my G string right down round my thighs and let my whole erect cock bounce out and swing stiffly as it arched up in front of me.
My erection was hard up almost vertical. I'm circumcised so my big purple cock head was on display. I'm quite hairy, unlike Damien who trims to just a neat ring of pubic hair round the base of his cock. Kylie clearly liked all my pubic hair and she purred as she ruffled it with her fingers while she fingered my hard cock.
'It's a pity you're only allowed to use that for wanking, Father," Kylie said. Then with a grin and as an afterthought she added, "unless like I'm beginning to think you've been a very naughty boy!"
Kylie stepped back from playing with me. She leaned back against the wall with her knee up in a classic prostitute's stance and with her back slightly arched so her breasts swung up and forward under her blouse.
"Damien told me you liked those dirty pictures of me. Why not undress me and see the real thing?"
I took Kylie up on her offer. I patiently undid the zip and clasp of her skirt first and let it drop down her stockinged legs. Then her blouse. She was in tiny smooth purple satin panties and a matching bra just big enough to sling her big breasts. I treated her to a long fondle of naked thighs above her stockings and her pussy through her panties first. I ran my fingers along the thin gusset under her between her legs, causing a wet wet patch to appear on the bulge of her mound.
The way I so quickly flicked open the clasp of her bra must have confirmed her suspicion I'd been a naughty boy, but by that stage it hardly seemed to matter. Her breasts were every bit as tasty as in Damien's pictures: big, round, firm and bouncy with deep pink nipples and big areoles, and soft and warm in my hands.
She bent over a chair with her back to me and wiggled her bottom at me to invite me to pull her knickers down. I savoured the feel of her nicely rounded bottom through the thin smooth satin before I pulled her panties down round her thighs. Kylie let them drop, then still bending over she kicked her panties aside and spread her legs wide. My exploring hand between her legs got her squirming and gasping, as yet again I showed her I knew how to touch a woman. I left her stockings till last. She stepped up each high heeled foot in turn for me. I relished every inch of her long smooth legs as I slowly slipped them off.
"Like what you see?"
