As a Catholic priest in my mid forties I find celibacy hard. I masturbate of course and I browse porn. My nineteen year old altar boy Damien and I give each other a "helping hand" from time to time (men will understand). But I've found only a real live woman can really satisfy and I know the places in the big city nearby where I can pay for the pleasures women can provide. But occasionally opportunities come my way without my looking for it.
In my pastoral work I'm involved with St. Agnes' Hostel for Needy Women, a refuge for battered wives, homeless women, refugees and the like under the care of the Mother Superior. That's where I met Kathleen and her daughter Mary.
Kathleen's about my age, pretty with a friendly face, brown eyes, dark hair, and vivacious with a raucous laugh. When I first met her in St. Agnes' reception room she was in a top and jeans tight over a decent figure, decent breasts, a nicely rounded bottom and shapely legs. Her ex was away and I picked up he'd be gone for a very long time. I didn't ask where or why. She was living on benefits in social housing in a rough neighbourhood nearby. Finding it hard to make ends meet she came to St. Agnes' for help.
Kathleen lived with her twenty one year old daughter Mary. She's a young beauty with hair the same colour but longer than her mother's who would have looked even more attractive without her tart-like makeup and false eyelashes. She was as vivacious as her mother which suited her job as a barmaid in one of the rough local pubs. At that first meeting at St. Agnes' I'd mentally undressed her mother but I hardly needed to mentally undress Mary. Her big breasts were all but bursting out of her blouse and her mini skirt was so short her slightest movement treated me to a view of her white knickers and almost all of her bare legs.
St. Agnes' arranged to help them out and to send them food parcels from its "food bank." So one afternoon I went with a large plastic crate filled with a week's supply of groceries to Kathleen's flat on the second floor of a run down block.
Kathleen opened the door. This time she was in a figure-clinging sleeveless thin shoulder strapped red button up the front dress rather low cut between her breasts and ending just above her knees. It showed her curves even better than that top and jeans and my erection started to rise the moment I saw her. I stepped inside to put the crate down. The doorway of Kathleen's bedroom was wide open and I couldn't help glancing through it. A shock hit me.
There was a wide bed with no covers over its bottom sheet. Around the walls were full length mirrors and there were mirrors on the ceiling. Between the wall mirrors were pictures of Kathleen and Mary nude or in sexy underwear all in extreme erotic poses. Through the open bedroom door came a smell of sweat, perfume and tobacco. On a shelf was a vase of artificial flowers and next to it packs of condoms and tubes which I recognised from my times with Damien as a lube cream.
I'd enjoyed the services offered in bedrooms like that enough times to realise instantly how Kathleen was supplementing her meagre income. She was working as a prostitute. The look of horror on her suddenly whitened face told me instantly she knew I'd guessed.
"I've been a bad girl. Forgive me Father for I have sinned" Kathleen said in the traditional words of the confessional.
"I grant you absolution my child" I replied automatically.
But right then my eyes and thoughts were on a full frontal picture of her daughter Mary squatting wide legged on a table nude but for black high heels. Her back was arched to thrust her big young breasts up and out with her big nipples peaking. The camera was looking straight up between her spread legs at her pink vagina lips peeping through her bush of dark hair. The hungry look on her young face alone was enough to strain any guy's dick.
"Please don't tell anyone at St. Agnes about us" Kathleen pleaded.
"I'm a priest" I replied "I can keep secrets"
I grinned inwardly. I certainly had enough secrets of my own to keep. Knowing I had a couple of whores on my doorstep was a secret worth keeping.
Suddenly a mischievous grin flickered on Kathleen's face. An instant later she reached down and pulled her dress up above her panties. They were pastel creamy white, edged with lacy embroidery, sheer enough to show the shadow of her pubic hair through and very brief. She spread her legs wide then holding her dress up she hooked her thumb over the top hem of her panties and pulled the front down far enough to show her cunt bush. She nudged her hips toward me.
"You want me don't you Father?" Kathleen said softly but with excitement in her voice. "Don't think I didn't notice how you looked at me when we met. I could feel my clothes coming off. I could see your cock was hard up." I'd hoped my erection wasn't too conspicuous at that first meeting. She laughed. "I thought men like you were only interested in boys." I guessed she didn't know about Damien. "Do you want a woman now? Go on! Touch me!"
I was momentarily shocked. Many times before I'd had fellow priests unzip their trousers and poke out their stiff penises at me wanting a hand job or suck off, but I'd never had a woman expose her pussy to me before. I wasn't saying no to an invitation like that. My hand was instantly down inside Kathleen's panties and cupped over her sex mound with my fingers ruffling her soft pubic hair, much softer than Damien's coarse bush, and already moist with her arousal juice.
Kathleen gasped with sexual pleasure and nuzzled her pussy hard against my hand as my fingers found her vagina lips. I know how to touch a woman and my fingers slipped into her slit to tease her clitoris and slid right under her between her legs to stroke that sensitive spot between her vagina and arse. She stepped back from me panting with arousal and with a wild look on her excited face. Now there was no stopping her, or me.
"Undress me!" she gasped.
I hardly needed to be asked. I quickly unbuttoned her dress down the front, slipped it off her shoulders and let it drop. Her creamy white bra matched her panties and was only just big enough to sling breasts even bigger than I'd imagined. I unclipped her bra with a flick of one hand, not like some awkwardly fumbling boy frantic with his first girl. I didn't think at the time that from that she might have guessed I'd had women before. Her breasts were nicely firm and her nipples were already peaking. I felt Kathleen tremble as I ran my tongue over her breasts and nipples while my hand inside her panties played with her cunt.
I pulled her panties down round her thighs. She had an untidy bush of dark pubic hair between her legs. Her panties fell, she kicked them aside and spread her legs again thrusting her hips forward. I got down in front of her and this time she gasped and pressed her pussy against my face as my lips and tongue ruffled her pubic hair and licked her labia.
An instant later she was on the bed on all fours facing me. Her breasts swung pendulously under her and the wall mirror behind her treated me to a view of the backs of her spread legs, her gleaming smooth bum cheeks and her hairy pussy peeping between them.
"Like what you see Father? Never shown your cock to a woman before? Don't be shy. Show a girl what you've got."
