The Priest

⠠⠮ Priest

Chapter 01

From the author: Thanks, as always, to kenjisato, without whom, this stuff would not see the light of day. If you don't like religious people involved in sin, then please go and read something you will find more to your taste. I would say the bible, but as an atheist brought up by religious parents who made me go to chapel three times a Sunday, I know the bible, and it does sin a fair bit!

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My name is Peter Phillips. I am 34, and a Catholic priest at a church in Sutton Coldfield, in Birmingham, England. I had wanted to be a priest since I was a teenager. I went to a theological college, and from there, went through training to be ordained. I did this by the age of 26.

I love being a priest. I am very happy in my faith, and with the things I have to do. I love helping people--from talking about their problems, to visiting older people's homes, to performing marriages and funerals.

My only problem--from the age of 18, right up to when the events in this story happened--was that I was tempted by women. Any woman, or girl over 18, I saw or came into contact with--gave me a raging hard-on; as I wondered what they would be like naked and what it would be like to make love with them.

Because of the internet, it was very easy for me to find out about women and their bodies and sex. I soon discovered my particular turn-on was mature women with big tits and very hairy pussies. I learnt all the language from the web. Before I had discovered the web I had been very naive.

As the Catholic church teaches and practises celibacy for its priests, my desires were a big problem. I did nothing to fulfill them, even though I increasingly wanted to. Just the fact I was having those thoughts and feelings, gave me huge guilt, which I had to pray constantly for forgiveness. Fortunately, as I knew God was a loving God, he would forgive me, which made my sin the next time, slightly more bearable!

It never occurred to me to discuss my thoughts and feelings with my superiors. I just worried they would kick me out, and I really wanted to be a priest.

I managed to get through my training okay, even though it was hard. I had to masturbate at least once a night, to get all the thoughts and feelings out of my system, with the number of women I was coming across.

And then it happened. I was appointed to my parish on my own. The one I am still in three years later. And for all but two months of those three years, I have been fucking away to my heart's content. I must make love at least four times a week; sometimes, a lot more.

And I have no problem with the vows I took or my conscience. I would argue I am a better priest because I feel comfortable with myself, now that all the parts of me are satisfied. There will be some of you, of course, who are scandalised, but as you will read--if you carry on--I wasn't the first or last priest to break their vows. And a few nuns as well. This is how it happened...

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I got my first parish after three years supporting another priest. The bishop who appointed me, explained that the parish was a mix of rich and poor areas. At the end of the interview, he said the parish came with a presbytery, with a live-in house cleaner and cook by the name of Mrs. Koli.

I arrived at the presbytery at lunch time on a Saturday, with my three suitcases in a taxi. The doorbell was answered by a middle-aged South Asian woman.

"Hello, father," she said, in a deep Indian accent.

"You must be Mrs. Koli," I said, holding out my hand.

Her hand was very soft with long, slim fingers. She led me into the house. I couldn't help but notice her big-but-shapely bum, which swayed under her sari.

Over the next few weeks, I settled in--I took to the life of a parish priest really well, if I say so myself. I loved all work from taking confession, talking and supporting individuals, to all of the community work with different groups.

The only thing bothering me was my ongoing sexual weakness. And this time, it wasn't just women in general. It had a specific focus--Mrs. Koli. My nighttime wankings had carried on, but it became Mrs. Koli's body that was the star of all of them. She clearly had a very rounded, matronly figure under her sari--big tits, child-bearing hips and firm, thick thighs. She must have been between 55 and 60.

For the first four weeks, I kept my fantasies well hidden. And then it happened.

One morning, I went into the bathroom for my shower. I was tired and had not been concentrating. Usually, Mrs. Koli had taken her shower and was in the kitchen by the time I surfaced. I turned the door handle, and stood there.

All thoughts of entering the room were wiped away by what my eyes saw. Mrs. Koli was standing legs wide apart, totally naked in the middle of the bathroom, directly in front of me. She was drying her hair.

My eyes took everything in. The bushy growth of hair under her arms, her huge-not-quite-so-round tits with big nipples falling down to her tummy. The mass of pubic hair that started in her belly button, which spread wide to the top of her legs and then down the inside between her legs. Because she had her legs apart, I could see all of her front. There were no lips visible, just thick, curly black hair.

With an effort, I pulled my eyes away and looked back up. What greeted me, was totally unexpected. Instead of a look of consternation, shock, anger, or embarrassment, there was a glint in her eyes and a flicker of a smile on her lips. Her eyes then glanced down, and were wider when she looked up again.

I did not need to look down, to know what had given her that look. My cock was as hard as it had ever been under my cassock, and made a rather large tent in the front.

Getting a hold of myself, I croaked out apologies, and fled to my bedroom. I knew I should not have, but I was on my bed instantly, pulling at my cock--it was huge and aroused. I came very quickly sending streams of cum up and over my belly.

When I sheepishly entered the kitchen, Mrs. K was sitting at the table, drinking her coffee. She immediately got up and prepared my breakfast. I ate it in silence.

When I finished I looked at her. "I'm really sorry for barging in on you, naked, this morning," I said, firmly.

"Not a problem." She smiled back, "It's nice to know my body still gets that kind of reaction from a man."

This response stunned me, so I said nothing. Minutes later, I was out to start my day.

I thought about it all day. By the time I got home, I had resolved to put it behind me. I knew I would probably always wank, but if that was the worst I did, I knew God could cope with it.

I was deliberately cheerful with Mrs. K at dinner, who reciprocated. We watched some television together, and there was a comfortable attitude between us.

She went up to bed first, and I followed a few minutes later. When I went into the bathroom, I had my dirty underwear and socks in my hand. I lifted up the lid to the dirty laundry basket, and paused. I had seen Mrs. K's knickers before. They were usually plain white and large. Sitting right on top, were a pair of skimpy red knickers that looked to be satin.

My cock sprang to life immediately. I stood there for a long time. I cleaned my teeth, went to the loo, and then back to my room.

I got into bed. Only then, did I open my right fist. The red knickers were there. I slowly pulled them into shape. I brought the crotch of the knickers to my nose. A very distinct, strong smell hit my nostrils. It had a small element of pee in there, but mostly something I had not smelt before. Whatever that smell was, it was having an amazing impact on my cock. It was as hard and long, as it had ever been.

And when I brought the knickers in contact with my face, it became even harder. The front of the knickers were wet. They were wet! My tongue was out and licking the front before I could stop. The taste was exactly the same as the smell.

My cum hit my nipples, as it exploded out of my cock.

When I woke up, the knickers were on my pillow. This time, my cum covered my belly. I felt the usual guilt. I turned a shade of red when going into the kitchen, finding Mrs. K smiling at me, in her dressing gown, sitting at the table. I said nothing as I ate my breakfast, and she sat there calmly.

During the day, I had my usual battle with myself. I knew what I was doing, in terms of self-love and being sexually attracted to women, was wrong, but I couldn't stop. Also, I knew I did a good job as a priest. Even after only a short time in the position, I was doing well. People seemed pleased with my support, both at an individual and a community level. So why couldn't I do both? Because the church says you have to be celibate, a voice said. But does God say that? another voice said.

I decided I needed to talk to someone. The bishop was out, but then I remembered Father Frank. He had been the priest before me, here in Sutton, and had retired at the age of 75. He was now living in a room in a convent about ten miles away. I rang the convent and fixed a time for the next day.

When I got home that night, the same happened as the night before. A relaxed dinner, nice time watching television--and a pair of pink knickers, this time, on top of the washing basket. They were wetter than the night before. I left two loads of cum on my tummy and legs that night, and one more the following morning. Mrs. K was, again, smiling when I went downstairs, sitting in her usual chair.

I went to see Father Frank at 2:00pm. He was a nice, friendly old man. When a lovely young nun had delivered coffee for us both, he looked at me for a time.

"Your vows and your feelings are clashing, my son?"

"How did you know that, Father?" I said, astonished.

"It happens to almost every priest. Most don't admit it. Most learn to live with it. Some of us always struggle."

I noted the 'us' in his answer. "You struggled, too? What did you do?"

"I gave in," he said, quietly.

I took a while to grasp this. He had given in. So he had...! "You succumbed to--"

"Everyday on my own, and quite a few times with someone else."

I sat there open-mouthed. Here was a priest, admitting to sex with women. At least, I assumed women. I knew some priests went for other men. "How did you cope with it?" I asked.

"Very easy," he smiled. "Nowhere in the bible, does it say a priest should not have sex. Nowhere in the bible, does it say a man should not sleep with a woman. It's only the church who says we can't. And our vocation, as priests, is to serve God first and foremost. The church comes second. So, if we are good priests serving God, why can't we sin a little? Especially, as God says, we can ask forgiveness for our sins."

I sat there still stunned, but at the same time, I felt a warm glow of relief and release. He was right. I was a good priest. I did what God wanted me to. And, if I gave in to temptation of the flesh, that would make me happy, and I would be a better priest. And, I could ask God for forgiveness every time I sinned.

"Did the bishop or anyone else ever find out?" I asked, quietly.

Father Frank smiled. "Not the bishop. I am very discreet."

This time, I noticed the present tense. I looked open-mouthed again.

"I'm very lucky to be living here," he said. As he spoke, there was a gentle knock on the door. A middle-aged nun stood in the doorway.

"Sorry, Father," she said, and I swore I saw a little look of disappointment on her face. "I thought you were alone."

"That's okay, Mother Superior. I think Father Peter is going now. He has sorted out his little problem."

"Thank you, Father. Yes, I am at peace. Thank you."

I left. As I closed the door, I heard the mother superior ask, "What was that about?"

I drove with a very light heart, and a raging hard-on, home. I was going to have sex with a woman, and it was very likely to be Mrs. K. I would not push it, but surely she was giving those signs! And when it happened, I would enjoy it, and not feel guilty. And, I would tell God all about it in my prayers, and receive absolution.

The evening was different tonight. As soon as supper finished, Mrs. K said she had to go out for a while. She was away for about an hour. When she came back, I noticed a flush on her face, and that she had an air of happiness. She announced she was going to bed straight away.

I followed shortly afterwards. I was very disappointed when there were no knickers, either on top, nor inside the basket. Perhaps, I had misread things. It looked like my first fuck would have to wait.

I had been in bed for five minutes, when the door opened, and the light came on. The mystery of the knickers was solved--they were still around the waist of Mrs. K. I knew that because they were all she had on. Her tits did not defy gravity, as she slowly walked to the bed. They hung low and were losing their roundness, spreading out a bit, due to her extra pounds. The nipples, though, still looked very suckable.

She stood there, just looking at me. Then she slid her knickers off, and spread her legs for me to get a full view of her nether regions. For a man who had developed a love for hairy pussy, without ever seeing one in the flesh until two days ago, I was in heaven. Her hair really did start at her belly button. I had learnt about treasure trails from porn, but this was just a solid mass of hair from below her button to her V. The hair carried on at the same depth and intensity, right over her pussy, disappearing towards her bum. There was hair, too, down her inner thighs; not so dense, but a trail of fine black hair.

After a couple of minutes giving me an eyeful, during which I had started to slowly wank my ridiculously hard cock, she got hold of the frame above my head, and carefully climbed onto the bed. She placed a knee on each side of my head, and spread them slowly apart. As she did, she lowered her crotch to my face.

The scent I had discovered in her other knickers, hit me hard. This time, it was slightly different. I would say a little bleachy--but, it still worked wonders on my cock. When her crotch was an inch from my mouth, I opened it and stuck out my tongue. Her gusset was very wet again. The wet spot on her crotch tasted as it had on her other knickers, but again, with a slight variation. It was a little metallic.

Given this was the first pussy I had ever licked, I did not know what to expect. For all I knew, a pussy changed its smell and taste due to the time of day. I wasn't given time to think about this, as Mrs. K eased herself further down, until her hair tickled my face. I guessed my mouth was in line where her pussy entrance was hidden by her jungle. Tentatively, I stuck my tongue out and licked. Her hair felt soft and wiry at the same time, and it tasted lovely. If the smell and taste of pussy was what I was experiencing, I was hooked for life!

After a few licks, I found her lips under her hair; they were soft and warm. I licked harder and they opened. Inside was hot and wet. There was also a slightly different taste from the crotch of her knickers. It also tasted more metallic. Whatever it was, I liked it and started licking. From watching porn, I had learnt to vary speed, intensity, and length of licks. I put all this to use and it seemed to work.

Mrs. K was breathing hard, on top of me. Glancing up, I saw her pulling at her tits and nipples. I put my hands up to take over, and she groaned. Her nipples were hard and long. I pulled them away from her tits as far as I could, until she gasped and then let them ping back. She groaned. Next time, I squeezed her whole tits hard, which again she liked.

Then, her pussy was above me again. I took the opportunity to let my tongue roam higher searching for her clit. I could see something protruding at the top of her lips. The shout she gave when my tongue made contact, showed me I had found what I was looking for. Again, porn had taught me to use various techniques, and I did. I licked with a flat tongue, and then gave quick flicks, and then slow, long glances.

She was really breathing hard by then, making 'oooh' and 'ummm' sounds all the time. My hands had taken hold of her ample arse, so I could hold her still to concentrate on her cunt, so she was back to mauling her own breasts. My tongue and jaw were beginning to get tired. Porn magazines hadn't told me about this. So I brought things to an end, by gently biting her clit. She screamed, and my face was deluged with wetness.

She held her torso up by clinging on to the bed frame, while her breathing tried to slow. Eventually, she moved, easing herself down my body, until I felt her soaked bush against my cock. She still had not said anything, and kept her silence, as she found my cock with her hand, and guided it inside her.

I didn't know what I had expected my first pussy entry to be like, but it was--fucking amazing. My cock felt like it had been immersed in a soft, hot, wet bath of creamy liquid, surrounded by a tight tunnel. I thrust gently twice, and felt my whole length inside, as her pubic hair rested against my own.

We stayed like that for a few seconds. She looked down into my eyes and her mouth came down on mine. Her tongue began a slow exploration of my mouth, which I heartily returned. At the same moment, she moved her cunt up my cock, then slid back down again. I responded instinctively, thrusting upwards.

We got into mutual movements instantly, and spent a gloriously long time just getting used to each other's body. We kept kissing, while my hands explored her back and arse. Then she lifted up slightly, and guided her left massive tit to my mouth. I sucked in greedily, then bit her nipple gently. She groaned and then gasped, as I suddenly upped the pace of my fucking. I held her still by the bum, as I banged hard and fast into her; I loved the squishy sounds coming from her cunt as I did.

I suddenly slowed, just as quickly. She moved herself to sit up on me, and began, at first, to slowly ride me. She held me down so I couldn't move. I watched in fascination, as my cock slowly emerged from her hairy heaven. It glistened with our juices, which had flecks of white in them. I suddenly knew it was another man's cum. I had unknowingly just had my first creampie and sloppy seconds. It was a good job; when I had read about both, it had turned me on.

I let out a moan of pleasure, as she sank back down, equally slowly. Then she was up again and down again. Then after a couple of minutes of this, she did her own acceleration bouncing up and down on me, as hard and fast as she could.

I groaned and gasped my pleasure. Then as she paused for breath, her sweat having flown everywhere, I pulled her back down and began fast fucking again. This time, I wasn't going to stop until I came.

Almost as soon as I started, Mrs. K got there first. With a scream, her body tensed and her cunt clamped hard on my cock. Then a new flood of hot wetness covered my cock and flowed down onto my balls. She slumped down on me; I slowed for a while, to let her get her breath back. Only when her mouth closed on mine again, did I begin to speed up.

I suddenly felt my orgasm very close. My balls began to tingle and my cock swelled. She felt this and kissed me harder. I went for another few seconds, then bellowed my first cum inside a woman. I held myself deep inside her, releasing several spurts of my cum into her molten twat.

Eventually, Mrs. K eased herself off me. My cock was still half hard, as it slipped out of her. The cool room air on my wet cock, made me even more conscious of where it had just been.

It hit me then. I was no longer a virgin. I was a Catholic priest, and I had had sex. Would God really forgive me? I didn't move or breathe. I sensed Mrs. K lying down next to me and put an arm across my chest and her leg across my stomach. I felt her damp bush against my leg.