A Priest and his Whores

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."

I certainly wasn't shy. By the time I'd left theological college in my twenties plenty of young men had asked me to show them what I'd got and plenty of women had seen it since too. I dropped my trousers. I like sexy male underwear and I was in a very brief light grey thong barely covering my straining erection. The thin taut cloth showed the outline of my balls, penis shaft and cock head in perfect detail.

"Mmmmm" Kathleen purred "Sexy undies!"

I nudged my hips toward Kathleen and let her admire my bulge for a moment. Before I could pull my thong down Kathleen crawled forward across the bed and pulled it down round my thighs for me. My seven inches of hard muscle bounced out sticking up from my hairy balls and swung stiffly in front of me.

"Nice cock" Kathleen said. "Do you wank it thinking of me and Mary?" My face must have answered her question. "You dirty boy! It's a pity you don't get to use it for what it was intended." I smiled to myself again. It got used more than she guessed.

Kathleen leaned forward and took my cock head into her mouth. With her dark eyes looking up at mine she massaged my knob with her lips and tongue. Her hand slid between my spread legs and her fingers lightly tickled my balls and reached between my legs to finger my anus. Kathleen was an expert. With a profession like hers I wasn't surprised she too knew exactly what a man wants. In the burst of sexual pleasure I grunted and involuntarily tried to force as much of my cock down her throat as I could.

I could have taken any amount of that. But Kathleen knew what a man wants too. She leaned back sliding her lips off my straining penis leaving it feeling stiff enough to snap, almost vertical erect and with my pre-cum oozing cock head almost glowing deep red. She flopped on her back with her legs wide and her arms reaching up for me to join her.

Then we were both on the bed wrapped round each other naked together savouring each other's body with our hands, lips and tongue. That's when I realised she'd made no mention of any cost for her services. This one was on the house. I thought cynically at first it was to keep me quiet. But she was so frantic it was soon obvious that as well as being a whore professionally she was a whore at heart too. She was hungry for sex with a decent guy other than a rough customer and I was there to give it to her.

After a frantic romp we were in sixty nine position with me on my back and her astride my head. She'd licked and kissed my balls and along the entire length of my straining penis. My tongue and lips had ruffled her cunt hair just above my face while my hands played with her buttocks, her thighs and her breasts as they swung above me with her nipples brushing my belly. My cock was desperate and Kathleen's excited squeals from above me told me she was red hot too. I could hardly take any more when still kneeling astride my face I heard her say:

"My naughty boy's ready for his whore now isn't he!"

Boy was I ready for my whore! Without waiting for my obvious answer Kathleen reached to the shelf, took a condom from it and opened the pack. Still astride my face and fingering my hard penis and my balls she slid it deliciously slowly down the length of my shaft. I prefer my cock naked for sex, but I wasn't saying no. I didn't know who'd been in her before. I've had women put condoms on my cock before but Kathleen made it a full sexual experience in itself. I all but came in her hands.

With my cock safely shrouded Kathleen climbed off me ready for me to have her in whatever position I wanted. Perhaps I've got a thing about women's backsides but that view of her in the mirror from behind as she sucked my cock was so penis-straining erotic I'd decided straight away.

"On all fours, whore, and get your legs wide." I grunted as I pushed her onto all fours.

Perhaps I was a bit rough with her but I could tell she enjoyed that. She knew just what I wanted. She moved to the edge of the bed and spread her thighs wide.

"Are your whore's legs wide enough for your big hard cock Father?" Kathleen said, grinning at me over her shoulder and wiggling her bum.

"You dirty slut!" I replied, getting her buttocks quivering as I playfully slapped them. Kathleen laughed that raucous laugh.

I reached between her legs to fondle her hairy pussy from behind. The wall mirrors treated me to erotic views of our naked bodies. In front of me I saw her face and her swinging breasts with her nipples brushing the bedclothes. I also saw my penis sticking up hard above the valley between her bum cheeks, its purple-grey aroused head visible through the thin taut sheath. In the mirrors to the side I saw my straining penis was bending up almost vertical.

I didn't get my cock in straight away. I wanted to give her more than just a thrusting, pumping penis. As we'd romped on the bed I'd started to get her hot. I like my women hot and I decided to finish the job. I got close enough to her for my cock head to poke her thigh. Then my hand started on the backs of her spread thighs, gently caressing and slowly working my way up between her legs. She realised I meant to pleasure her. Her face twisted in her sexual pleasure and she moaned softly as I played with her then she gasped and strained her legs even wider as my fingers lightly brushed her juice-wetted pubic hair and vagina lips.

I began to smoothly and rhythmically stroke her labia with my fingertips. She was soon squirming and whimpering with sexual excitement and arousal. My fingertips slipped into her vagina and began to circle and criss-cross the smooth juice-lubed peak of her aroused clitoris. It didn't take long. She cried out, her hips jerked to thrust her mound hard against my hand then she let out a long deep throated moan as her body juddered in her orgasm. I held my hand cupped over her throbbing mound. As her orgasm subsided I poked her thigh with my iron-hard penis to let her know it was my turn now.

"Fuck me hard, Father" Kathleen grunted easing her buttocks back toward me. She was ready too.

I got right behind her and held her hips. She gave a little moan as I slid my hungry cock full length into her vagina so far my cock bush was in her bum crack. She squeezed her thighs around my hard penis shaft. In spite of all the cocks which had enjoyed her she was deliciously tight, and warm and smooth.

I pumped her rhythmically. In the mirror in front of us I watched her breasts swing with my thrusts. I know how to hold back and I was still pumping her when she let out a cry, her body shook and I felt her vagina pulse around my hard cock. I'd given her another orgasm. Finally as my own orgasm swelled and the pleasure exploded I pushed her forward across the bed in my orgasm thrust.

"Take that, you slut!" I grunted almost involuntarily as my semen spurted.

I staggered back from her. My condom-encased penis slid out of her and swung still half erect. I pulled the condom off and tossed it onto the floor. A long strand of semen dripped from my cock to join the other stains on the worn threadbare carpet. I'd guessed already what the stains were. I stood there panting. Still on all fours Kathleen looked at me over her shoulder. There was a big grin on her face.

"Holy Mary" she gasped, the way a good Catholic woman swears. "Where the hell did you learn how to fuck a woman like that?"

I grinned back at her. A lecturer at my theological college, a young novice nun with a Ph. D in medieval canon law and with assets much more interesting to young men had introduced me to the pleasures a woman could give. I'd had plenty of experience since but I wasn't telling Kathleen that. I'm a priest and I can keep secrets.

We sat naked on the bed drinking cold beers and chatting, mostly about how she'd got into prostitution and about some of her clients.

"Do you want to take some dirty pictures of me?" she asked, gently running her fingertips along my stiffening penis. "Lots of men do. I always ask them to send me the filthiest pictures." I'd wondered where the pictures on her wall came from.

I'm always ready to enlarge my porn collection. Kathleen seemed to know instinctively what erotic nude poses drive a man wild. As she sprawled wide-legged on the bed and swung and thrust her breasts I moved around her with my phone in my hand as she treated me to all the kinky erotic nude poses and close-ups I asked for. Not only did I collect lots of hot pictures for my porn collection but as well as enjoying with my eyes as she posed for me I enjoyed her naked body with my exploring hands.

"Do you want to wank over me when you've finished?" Kathleen asked in the middle of a kinky nude pose. "Lots of men do. I love watching men wanking and splashing their cum over me" she added excitedly. She had her own kinks.

"Over your tits" I said to her, running my hand over her breasts and flicking my hard penis with my other hand. I was keen for some action from my naked unsheathed penis.

Kathleen moved to sit on the edge of her bed with her legs wide. She arched her back to swing her breasts up and held them up for me to jerk my cum over. I stood between her legs and thrust my hips forward to brush my cock head over her taut nipples. Then I poked my cock head lightly into Kathleen's cleavage. I braced myself for pleasure and wrapped my hand round my shaft ready to masturbate.

Then to my horror I heard the front door of the flat open and Mary calling out:

"Hi mum. I'm home."

"Fucking hell!" Kathleen grunted. I felt the same but contained my feelings.

"Bloody hell!" Mary almost yelled a moment later when she stepped into her mother's bedroom, followed quickly by "Oh mum!" accompanied by a shrill laugh.

It looked like Mary had come straight from her barmaid's job. She was dressed appropriately. Her wraparound blue denim miniskirt was miles high up her bare thighs. Her breasts looked ready to burst out of her close-fitting sleeveless white top low cut in a deep V between them and which made it very obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. This time she was without her makeup and eyelashes and all the prettier for it.

"You dirty bastard Father!" Mary said. Then a grin grew on her sweet young face. "Nice cock! I love big hairy men!" A moment later she was standing next to me with her soft hand caressing my cock and balls and ruffling my thick pubic hair. "You've got him up really hard mum!" she added with a giggle. Her hand was getting me up harder by the second.

"You liked seeing my knickers didn't you?" Mary asked rhetorically. I certainly remembered the glimpse of white panties that denim miniskirt had treated me to.

"Want to see my knickers again?"

Without waiting for my obvious answer she reached down to her waist, undid the clasp of her skirt and let it unwrap and drop to reveal just a tiny triangle of white lace between her legs. My hand instinctively, almost involuntarily, went straight to her bottom. As I explored her smooth round buttocks I thought at first her panties had no back at all. Then my exploring fingers found the thong gusset, a strip of white cloth so narrow it nestled deep in the valley between her cheeks. She gave a little gasp and spread her legs for my exploring fingers.

After I'd fondled her bottom for a moment she slipped her thong down to join her skirt on the floor. She'd trimmed her dark cunt fur to a neat strip surrounding her slit. My hand was instantly between her legs. She squirmed and giggled as my fingers ruffled her pubic hair.

"You liked my tits too didn't you?"

With that she lifted her top over her breasts. They were big, round, soft, smooth and warm in my hands, everything a young girl's breasts should be. My other hand was instantly on them.

"Can I do it for him, mum? Like I do with the other men?" Mary asked, running her fingers smoothly back and forth along my hard up cock and pressing her now naked body against mine.

"You little slut! You can't keep your hands off dicks can you!" Kathleen laughed.

Mary reached for the tube of lube and smeared it luxuriously over my penis. That too was a sexual experience in itself. I moved forward so my cock head was just touching Kathleen's breasts again and braced myself for Mary.

Mary's one hand gripped my buttock and her other hand wrapped around my well-oiled penis. She started pleasuring my shaft with full length stroke. The feel of female flesh exciting my naked straining penis was exquisite. Her hand brushed against my cock bush at one end of each stroke and her hand slid right over my cock head to pat her mother's breasts at the other.

Damien's good, but nothing equals a hand job from a naked girl who knows what a man likes. Mary squeezed my cock shaft just right and the rhythm of her hand was just the way I like. Mary's soft breasts wobbled with the rhythm of her stroking hand and my hands played with her bottom, thighs, pussy and breasts.

Mary knew how to hold a guy back. My penis head peeping out of the ring of her forefinger and thumb was almost glowing deep and the pleasure was almost agonising as she held me on the brink of orgasm. As my orgasm rose I thrust my shaft right between Kathleen's breasts and I gripped Mary's buttocks hard to pull her against me.

"Jerk me, whore!" I grunted just before I came.

My penis pulsed stiffly between Mary's fingers and my semen spurted into Kathleen's cleavage.

After I'd cum I stood there with my residual semen dripping from my sagging swinging penis to leave more stains on the carpet. Kathleen leaned forward to lick the last dangling strand of semen from my penis head. Then Mary picked up her mother's panties and tossed them to her to wipe my semen off her breasts and from where it had trickled down her front to catch in her navel and pubic hair.

We left it there for that occasion. I picked up that the pair of them had an appointment with other clients coming up soon and I wanted to be out of the way. Kathleen tossed her semen-soaked panties to me to keep. With that raucous laugh again she said she and Mary normally sold their used knickers to their clients. I've added them to my collection of women's panties.

On my way back to St. Agnes' I made up a story about why I had stayed so long. They believed me. After all I'm a priest.