The Priest
Chapter 03
Author's note: Thanks KS for a great edit.
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It was a week after losing my virginity to my housekeeper, and having sex with one of her friends, the manager of the local older people's nursing home, the mother superior of the local convent, that I was back in the residential home for my weekly visit.
As usual, I had slept with Sanita, my housekeeper, and we had had great morning sex in bed and in the kitchen. By the time I reached the home, the prospect of fucking the manager, Kathryn, again had made me hard again. Mind you, I thought, I was pretty hard most of the time now.
Kathryn greeted me with a warm smile when I went into her office. We embraced tightly, indulging in a kiss that was far from just friendly.
"Oh, that's lovely," she breathed, when we broke for breath. Her hand squeezed my rigid prick through the cassock. "Sit down, and I'll do something about that."
I sat on the couch, pulling my cassock up to my waist as I did. My eight-inch cock stood proud, waiting for its pleasure.
I had expected Kathryn to give me a blowjob, but she quickly dropped her skirt to the floor--she was going commando. Her voluminous bush glistened with her wetness, as she moved over me. Without ceremony, she sank her very wet cunt down the length of me.
"I missed this last week, so I'm going to make up for it."
She moved slowly first, just gyrating her hips and making little back-and-forth movements. I groaned, letting her know these worked for me.
Gradually, she began to move up and down slowly and gently. At each upward movement, she kept just my head nestled inside her fat lips, then slowly slid down 'til I felt her wetness against my pubes.
"You like this?" she asked, leaning forward and biting my ear.
"Oh, yes," I moaned.
She smiled, then fell down my length and began to ride me with a passion. "Play with my tits," she demanded, and I obliged.
"My clit needs doing," she ordered. I kept one hand on a tit, and then moved the other to find her hard pulsing bud.
"Oh yes, you fucker! You're a great fuck!"
She had a look of strong concentration on her face, as her hair flew and tits bounced, as she went for it. The squelching noise from her wet cunt filled the room.
"Fuck me, doggie!" she suddenly demanded, falling down on me, breathing very hard.
She fell back off me onto the floor and got in position. I was with her quickly, and with a shout, buried myself. We went at it for a glorious time; hard then slow; just a little in, then deep. As much as I could remember to do it, I played with her tits and cunt.
Then we both felt myself swell up in preparation for the deluge.
"Oh, yes. Cum in me, please!" she wailed.
"With pleasure," I grunted, through gritted teeth.
After cooling down and a coffee, I made my rounds. I had just finished with my usual Catholic clients when a member of staff asked me to visit Mrs. Jenkins. She explained she wasn't Catholic, but wanted to talk to me.
I smiled and agreed willingly. You didn't have to be of the faith to want to talk to someone.
Mrs. Jenkins turned out to be of average height, looks and build. She was a bit chubby with big tits. The slightest trace of facial hair told me she would be hairy pretty much all over.
She was wearing a robe when I went in. She explained that she had just taken a shower. She had a two-seater couch and an armchair in the room. I went to sit in the chair, but she took my hand and pulled me to sit next to her on the couch.
As I sat, my nose was assaulted by a lovely floral perfume. There was also another faint but identifiable smell in the air--aroused pussy. At first chance, I glanced down and saw her legs were definitely a bit open as was her gown. My guess about her hairiness was true. There was a luscious growth between her legs, and lines of fine hair down each thigh.
When I looked up at her face again, she was smiling.
"Thank you for coming to see me, father. I wanted to discuss something personal with you."
"My pleasure," I said, smiling back, as I leant back into the couch, catching those smells again.
"I was married for fifty years. My husband died last year when we were both seventy. We had a great sex life, and I miss that a lot."
As she spoke, she half-turned toward me. The top of her robe gaped open, revealing a lot of tit. One side of the bottom of her robe had fully fallen away, exposing one chubby leg, and half a hairy heaven.
"That must be frustrating," I said. I leant forward a little, and gently ran the forefinger of my right hand up the inside of her left thigh.
"It is," she said, taking a breath and opening her legs.
"Would you like me to help you with your problem?" I said, almost whispering, now that I had three fingers stroking her inner thigh, and just before I felt her pubic hair with them, I felt dampness on her leg.
"Oh yes, please. Kathryn said you were especially skilled in helping that way."
She slowly got up and dropped her robe. Her body was definitely that of a seventy-year-old. Her big tits sagged to her waist, and her skin was wrinkled and freckled. There were a fair few spots that came with hairiness, which she had in abundance. There were forests under her arms, and her delta was the thickest I had seen so far. Not one hint of anything underneath.
"I hope you don't mind hair," she said nervously, seeing where I was looking. "We didn't shave in my day, and my husband loved it."
For my answer, I dropped to my knees in front of her, and grabbing her big, soft arse, I rubbed my face in her thicket. It was already damp; it was soft and very curly. I sucked and licked mouthfuls of hair, before finally trying to find her cunt under the jungle.
I finally found her lips and licked hard up each lip, before giving her clit ample attention. My right index finger strayed to her cunt opening, and slipped inside a very wet, well-lubricated cunt.
"Oh yes, that's lovely," she groaned, thrusting her hips forward and pulling my head into her forest.
I worked on her, until she was shaking with passion and breathing hard.
"I think you need a cock again!" I said, standing up and taking my shaft, rubbing it against her hair.
"Oh yes, yes!" she gasped, clamping her mouth to mine and beginning a furious tongue wrestle.
I moved her to the bed, and laid her down gently on her back. She smiled and spread her legs as wide as she could go, and began squeezing and pulling her tits.
I took my cassock off and she gasped, P "Oh heavens, your you're huge! please Please go easy. My husband was nothing like as big as this..."
XI P X assured her I would be as gentle as she wanted me to be. I got on the bed and knelt between her legs. I reached out and took her legs by the anles ankles. Gently, I lifted her legs straight up, but keeping them wide. I shuffled forward, then realised the angle was not quite right for what I wanted to do.
"Pass me a pillow, please."
She grinned and passed me a big, soft pillow. I put her legs down and asked her to lift her bum. She did so enthusiastically. I lifted her legs again, then moved in. My cock unerringly found its way to her soft lips and with a gentle thrust, my head nestled inside.
Then, with other gentle thrusts, I sank more and more of myself inside. I felt the rough skin at the top of her cunt's G-spot, and began to make tiny movements against it.
