As a Catholic priest in my forties I find celibacy hard. I masturbate of course. I use porn, especially vintage with those big titted, hairy cunted women in classic underwear.
I'm not just a solo wanker. There's a couple of other priests I get together with to give each other a "helping hand." You'll know what I mean. Sometimes I think only a guy knows what another guy really likes. Neither am I a virgin. I've shagged girls before I went into the priesthood. Sometimes only a woman will satisfy. I know the places in the big city nearby where there are women I can pay for that, with just a condom between me and mortal sin. But occasionally sex comes my way without my looking for it.
It began one morning when I had a phone call from one of my congregation, I'll call her Kathleen, asking me to visit her. She's about forty but tragically recently widowed. Kathleen and her husband Patrick (I'll call him that) were among the most devout and committed members of my congregation. Among the few of Patrick's vices he shared with me in the confessional was porn. He also shared his porn collection with me. I miss him. But that was between him and me and I'm a priest who's vowed to keep secrets.
Kathleen's an attractive woman with big brown eyes and dark hair down to her shoulders. She has a big titted leggy figure every bit as good as a girl half her age, and as hot as anything in her husband's porn. In retrospect I guess I broke church rules as a single man visiting a woman on her own. But there was no-one else, she was a thoroughly respectable woman and she sounded desperate to talk.
When I arrived at Kathleen's house she was wearing a white blouse, a knee length grey skirt and black nylons, looking just like a good Catholic widow should, except for rather high heels. As she moved around making tea I couldn't help noticing how her blouse clung to the curves of her big round breasts and showed the outline of a dark coloured bra underneath, and how when her skirt tightened over her bottom it showed the outline of her panties..
We sat in Kathleen's lounge around her coffee table. We chatted about life in general at first. I was beginning to wonder why she had asked me to come, and whether this previously so confident and outgoing woman was simply feeling lonely. I thought I'd encourage her.
"I'm your priest, my child." It felt odd saying that to an attractive woman nearly my own age. "Feel free to share your heart with me."
As I imagined what was under her respectable blouse and skirt and studied her shapely black nylon clad legs there were other parts of her body I wanted her to share with me. I tried not to let my thoughts show. Kathleen looked me straight in the eye.
"Now my husband's gone, Father, it can all come out" Kathleen paused for a moment. "You probably thought my husband was a model of respectability. But he was a sexual pervert."
She paused again, as if to see my reaction. I just sat there slightly shocked.
"Your secret will be safe with me, my child." I said in as reassuring a priestly voice as I could manage. But at the same time realising this could lead somewhere interesting. I took a chance. "Tell me more, my child. Remember I'm your priest and anything you share with me I'll keep in complete confidence."
From under the sofa Kathleen pulled out a plastic carrier bag. She tipped its contents in a pile onto the coffee table. Out fell a collection of photographs and several women's panties. I felt as if an electric shock had hit me.
Facing upwards on the pile was a photograph showing Kathleen on a bed doing the splits with her legs spread so wide they were pointing in opposite directions, and leaning back on her hands so her big round breasts swung up and forward. Another showed her nude but for high heels bent over her kitchen table, with her legs wide and her big breasts swinging over the table top. Her husband Patrick was standing naked behind her with his hand round his erect penis as it stuck out in front of him with its head nestling between her bum cheeks. There were also pictures of other women from the church. Then it all came out.
"He liked to take dirty pictures of me and of both of us having sex, like in those filthy magazines I discovered he read."
She picked up one of the pairs of women's panties. They were pale purple and very brief.
"These are from other women in the church. I've given their husbands mine, Father, so I'm as bad as him. Patrick used to like to wear other women's panties when he took pictures of me posing nude for him. Then he'd pull them down and masturbate over my naked body. We got together with other couples." Kathleen paused and looked at me. "I love watching men wank. You know what wanking is don't you, Father, even though you're a priest."
She accompanied her words by forming her thumb and forefinger into a ring and bobbing it up and down at the angle and length of a man's erect penis in a movement every good Catholic boy. She grinned at me mischievously.
"I've noticed how you look at me in church, Father."
I felt my face go red. When I preach in church on Sundays usually my mind's half on the sermon I'm uplifting my congregation's souls with, and half on how the women in my congregation were uplifting another part of my body in my masturbation fantasies the night before.
"And I can see you like those pictures of me. Your cock's up for me, isn't it?"
I'd been holding one that showed a full frontal view of Kathleen squatting nude but for high heels on that same coffee table with her legs wide. Her vagina, ringed by dark pubic hair, was pulled open wide by her spread legs and her inner labia were peeping out. My trousers were bulging prominently over my straining erect penis.
"It's the filthy things we did together I miss most, Father. Celibacy's hard, isn't it? You wank thinking of me, don't you? You want more, don't you! Will you wank over me like Patrick did?"
Still sitting on the sofa opposite me Kathleen slowly swung her legs as wide as she could. The action pulled her skirt up high and treated me to a full frontal view between her spread legs. There before my eyes were sheer black stockings, lacy stocking tops with bare thigh above, thin suspender straps, and black see-through panties showing the dark shadow of her cunt beneath. Kathleen reached down between her spread legs and pulled her panties aside. There was the vagina slit I'd just ogled in that picture, pulled just as wide by her spread legs and just as hairy.
"Go on, Father. You want to touch as well as look don't you?" There was an edge of excitement in Kathleen's voice.
My hand started on Kathleen's nylon clad knee and crept up her thigh. I played with the boundary between stocking top and the flesh of her thigh. Then my fingertips followed a thin black suspender strap up her naked thigh till they met the thin black lace of her panties. She gasped with sex pleasure as I stroked the bulge of her mound and followed the line of her vagina through her panties. Then my hand was down inside her panties cupped over her mound with her coarse moist pubic hair against my palm and my fingers in her slit. As I played with her cunt Kathleen looked up at me.
"Go on Father. Get your cock out. Show me what you've got!"
I'd long wanted to expose my naked penis to women members of my congregation but I'd never dared. I unzipped and dropped my trousers. I was wearing grey Y-front briefs which were bulging in a huge ridge over my erection. I pulled them down my thighs below my balls so my erect penis bounced out in front of me bending up and swinging stiffly. I pulled up my shirt and thrust my naked penis toward Kathleen. I was fulfilling my dream!
Kathleen leaned toward me and kissed me right on the tip of my penis. Then she slid her lips over my penis head to just below the corona ridge between my cock head and shaft. I grunted with the explosion of sex pleasure as she rolled her tongue over my lust swollen so sensitive knob and massaged it with her tongue. She was as expert at sucking cock as the girls in the city. When her lips finally slid back off my cock head and she stood my penis was quivering and sticking up almost vertical.
"Go on, put those knickers on," Kathleen said, handing me a tiny pair of women's purple panties from the pile on the table. "I loved seeing my husband in them. He looked so sexy. Then undress me."
I stripped naked for her. Kathleen watched as I took off my clerical shirt and collar, and trousers and briefs. Seeing her rising excitement as I stripped turned my penis into a steel bar. Then I put on the purple panties. They were as brief as those I wear for "helping hands." They hardly covered my balls, with my dark pubic hair bushing out at the sides. About half of the eight inches of my fully erect penis stuck out above the waistband with my big pink-purple knob just below my belly button.
