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I Hate Golf: A Sinner In Knickers

By: DirkVanDyck



1.

I hate golf! There I said it. But with a smile and a gracious thank you, I now find myself standing outside on God's green grass, under God's blue sky trying to hit a tiny ball as far as possible. 'Fit in with your flock. Let them know you are a man of god, but also a man of the people.' These wise words came from Father Drake as I stepped out of seminary school after five years at the young age of twenty five, almost thirty five years ago. Wise words that had now put me here on a golf course with one of my 'flock' and they say Satan has the wicked humour.

"Oh, too bad father," James says with a tiny smirk on his face, "cut that one a little too far to the left." He shrugs and moves himself into position to hit the ball off his tee.

As one of God's messengers I find myself biting my tongue more often than I really should in front of this man. 'God give me strength' I think to myself and find myself smiling at my situation in no time at all, Jesus would have hated golf, I did not need five years of studying to know that. I shouldn't really complain though as the man four feet from me wiggles his hips preposterously, a club gripped delicately in his hands, if only he held his wife that way, perhaps I would not be in my current position. With his back to me, I move my own hips preposterously as the elastic of his wife's knickers dig into my waist and thigh. I wonder how a priest could get himself in such a situation and all I can do is blame it on meeting Kate only a few weeks before... 

My first sermon had gone well, the nerves held off long enough for me to get through all the psalms for that Sunday and even through some of the hymns, the ones I didn't mime to due to my shaky voice that is. The sky was a dull grey, rain had threatened to fall all day and as my congregation began to walk sombrely out of the church I greeted them all with a cheery smile and a handshake. Names came thick and fast, many I still do not remember. James introduced himself with a firm handshake and a big smile, his wife came next. I smile and try and hold her eyes but I am weak and as with others that stepped before her I glance down fleetingly taking in her shape, a cream blouse top few buttons undone a trace of cleavage, I swallow hard forcing my eyes back, "A pleasure to meet you too Kate," I say, she holds my hand gently, fingers warm on my sweaty palm her eyes dart sideways watching her husband walking off talking to another man, then her eyes come back to me and she leans in, I try not to but I inhale her perfume.

"Father, may I ask you something?" Kate's voice is quiet with a soft lilt. I nod and she continues, "It has been a while since my last confession. Father Brentford left almost two weeks ago and you have been so busy this week moving in," her eyes stay locked on mine, there is passion in this woman, even a priest of sixty years of age can feel it, Kate is a woman of God but also a sinner I cannot but help feel pity for her...but also something else. 

"My child, my door is always open, day or night," I find myself perplexed at that, 'day or night'? Who gives confession at night? "You only need to ask." 

That night I consult the good book, I have not been plagued by such thoughts in such a long time, thoughts that would shame any priest my age or younger. I had spent the remainder of Sunday with Kate on my mind, at first I simply prayed for her, such anguish in the eyes but also that fiery passion that could not be hidden. I felt that perhaps Kate was tormented by weakness of the soul. But those thoughts were not the ones that drove me to my old Bible. My shameful thoughts made me grab the good Book, weakness of the soul affects us all, even I. I found myself daydreaming as one does on any lazy day, but my dreams were shameful. Kate unbound and naked, her hands and fingers exploring her hot naked flesh, dipping into regions a priest my age should have no concern with, yet I found myself aroused. I was ashamed of such a reaction but powerless to stop myself. I sat myself in my study, behind locked door my trousers open and my cock exposed. 

The swollen, veiny mass pulsed and throbbed with a heat I had spent long years suppressing, yet one touch of a woman, one lingering glance had undone my contrition. I found myself gripping my cock in one hand, eyes closed as Kate spread naked in my head, one hand parting her wet labia and urging me forward, her eyes hungry for my rampant cock. I shuddered within mere seconds and felt my testicles spasm for the first time in years. I let out a strangled cry as my hot shame erupted forth splattering my desk with thick streams. The release was like nothing I had felt before, my body was on fire and my fist gripped my cock tightly pumping slowly, forcing as much of my seed from me as possible.

My trousers caught the next load, landing warm and almost white against the black of my trousers, how long I stayed like that I do not know, but when I finally uncurled my now very sticky fingers I had covered the desk, most of my left leg and my right hand in a heavy, sticky mess. I shuddered with shame or release I still do not know and quickly began to clean up with the tissues that sat on my desk, the air around me felt hot and fetid, a tangy strange smell in the air and I wondered if this was the heat and smell that father Halide talked about when he told us the stories of the terrible brothels he had visited in South America as he tried to get those poor women to repent and be clean.  

By Wednesday afternoon my lapse had all but been forgotten in the daylight, the evenings I spent kneeling in the church, before the Alter my atonement I felt was not to be as quickly received. On this afternoon I was busy cleaning up after the local Women's institute had visited for their weekly get together. They were a good bunch of ladies, well-mannered and well versed in the Good Book, well almost, a slight slip up here and there and one meaning completely lost on them, better than most ladies groups I had chatted to before though. "Excuse me," The voice came from the church door, I stood up and turned a smile coming easily to my face. I held the smile with great strength as Kate walked meekly down the aisle towards me. "Afternoon Father." She said politely.

"Why hello Kate," as we shook hands I closed both my hands around her soft hand. "What brings you to church on a sunny day like this?" There was no passion in her eyes this afternoon and I almost had myself grasping at the idea that I had mistakenly seen such passion on Sunday.

Kate looked around apprehensively, "My husband is off playing golf as usual," the last part coming out in a sigh. "You said your door was open day or night."

I let go of her hand, "You seek a confessional my child." Kate stifled a giggle and I found myself laughing as well at the term, what tension I felt was quickly ebbing away, washing away on a tide of easy laughter. "You will have to excuse this old priest I sometimes lapse into my old phrases."

I once knew a priest who had terrible claustrophobia he would, in the terms of today's youth, freak out, in the confessional box, he insisted on his side being left open much to his own congregations dismay. I on the other hand find it a comfort. The outside world cannot intrude, the darkness is soothing on the eyes and the mind allowing easy thought. The darkness also provides that much needed anonymity for many sinners. Though it was Kate, I would act the dutiful priest and allow her the anonymity that many crave for.

"Forgive me father for I have sinned, it has been almost three weeks since my last confession," Kate's voice was low and she spoke the words with the ease of familiarity. "I find myself confused and adrift out in the world," I remained quiet. The sins always found their way to the surface without the aid of a priest guiding them, a far cheaper method than any therapist I know. "I have thoughts you see." Kate paused, for a moment I wondered if she had left the confessional the silence had become so final. When she spoke again her voice was closer and louder, I looked to my right and could see her face close to the screen that separated her from me. 

"James doesn't understand you see. I am the dutiful wife and he must meet and satisfy all my needs in life. But you see father, I find myself drifting further from him. My friends, the internet there is so much to see, to hear, to read that I find myself unable to turn away, I find myself," Kate's voice lowered to an almost whisper that I found myself leaning forward ear pressed up against the screen, "aroused." The word carried on hot breath that enveloped my ear, I sat up with a start it was as if the word itself was alive and had stroked my ear with phantom hands.

"The internet is a dangerous place. God's work finds much difficulty there. Gomorrah was only a city easy to avoid for those filled with God's love. The internet is the new Gomorrah, but now it is everywhere and avoiding it is now almost impossible. Ease yourself with the knowledge that it is a battle that many face every day. You are not alone." I reply.

"I know I am not alone father, that is the problem. The images, oh the sights I have seen." Kate's voice quivered with sadness.

"Tell me Ka..." I catch myself and quickly change my wording, "Tell my child what images make you sad like this?"

"Sad?" the word comes out questioningly, "The images do not make me sad they make me, they make me. How do I say this," silence again, I hear shuffling from the other side of the screen, I dare to look. Kate is leaning back her silhouette just visible, one arm across her eyes the other in her lap. "They excite me." The words seemed to ooze from her mouth. "Sexually father, they excite me like James cannot. When I close my eyes I see them. Men with women taking one another, gratifying their urges." My own eyes close and momentarily I see Kate in my mind's eye once more, naked but now kneeling before me, I hear myself pray for forgiveness as she willingly takes me into her mouth. "But not just men and women father. Oh, how I yearn when I see two women together or even a woman with more than one man."

I bite my lip and force my eyes open, the confessional feels like a cell, the air is warm and my clothes cling to me like a second skin, Kate's voice is quivering and now I know it is not sadness that makes it quiver but arousal. "You must be strong Kate. Unclean images are there to entice you from God's path."

"I know father, but that makes me want to look even more. It is terrible father but I find myself alone with these images of women touching one another, inserting things into one another and it makes me yearn to be touched...so I do." As she talks, her voice rises and falls, her silhouette is still apart from the hand that is in her lap that moves rhythmically, surely she cannot be touching herself in my confessional is her sins that great that she has no control I wonder. 

"A touch from a loved one is a good thing, but not from oneself." I feel like a hypocrite saying these words.

"James does not want to touch me! All he cares about is his golf and toy models. I have to touch myself. Oh father it feels wonderful, it makes me alive feeling a hand on my body, I look at the men and women and want to feel their hands on me, their tongues across my breasts between my legs." Her voice catches. I hear a slight moan being bitten back for a moment there is silence then finally heaving breathing almost panting. "Forgive me father," Kate pants, there is more shuffling then daylight fills the confessional as the curtain is drawn back, darkness descends as the curtain falls back into place. I sit still for a moment, listening to hurried footsteps on the stone floor of the church echo off the walls, fading and then disappearing. 

I remain seated as words from the good Book fill my brain filtering out my terrible thoughts as I try to will my erection to diminish like Kate's footsteps. An hour had almost passed when I finally stepped from the confessional. I quickly head to the back of the church and to a small closet where Mrs Murphy keeps all the cleaning materials, I grab a bottle of polish, a duster and some paper towels and head back to the confessional. I pull the heavy black curtain back to reveal the inside of the sinner's box. I stop myself unsure at what I am seeing balled up on the seat. I reach out with one shaky hand and feel cotton beneath my fingertips. I lift the item that unravels as I bring it to eye level.

A pair of white cotton knickers hangs lazily between my thumb and forefinger, inches from my face. I know that I should discard them quickly, yet I find my other hand reaching up fingers stroking across the cotton and stopping at the crotch. My breath catches and comes out in a long shuddery breath. The crotch is stained dark and slightly damp to the touch. A part of me hoped that I was imagining what Kate was doing in the confessional but the evidence before me could not be ignored.

Kate had sat in the confessional and had touched herself to orgasm through her knickers. Knickers that I now held in my hands, I knew I had to throw them out but found myself leaning in smelling the faint musky scent, my cock is alive again straining at my trousers once more. The weakness of the flesh is a terrible burden, one that I do not carry well. 

I am in my bedroom when I grip my cock again. In front of the dress mirror I stand naked except for the pair of white cotton knickers that dig into my waist and thigh. My rampant cock straining at the damp front, I run my hand across the knickers feeling the hit of my cock and the dampness of Kate. I fall to my knees as my own orgasm overpowers me. My buttocks clench and my hips buck as my seed unloads into Kate's panties, her name on my lips...oh what shame.





2.

"Forgive me father for I have sinned." What strange words they sound on my own tongue nowadays, I try to continue but find myself faltering, my sins over the past week have been many, I have coveted thy neighbour's wife, Oh how I have coveted. I feel my cheeks burn with what should be shame but is in fact excitement, anticipation of perhaps another moment with my memorabilia of Kate. My cock begins to harden in my trousers. Kate's Knickers rubbing against my engorging length, I pray quickly, stand and walk briskly to the far back of the church and the safety of my little house. 

I have worn Kate's knickers on and off for the last week. In the village on Saturday I kept them on and had an erection that ached by the time the sun set. I was in the local café when I spotted Kate and her small group of friends. Apart from Kate I knew Claire as well, she was the archetypal church goer and even now, a day before church she held herself very prim and dressed in a smart way. I found the group funny, that Kate, a truly lost sinner close friends with Claire, a truly Christian, Christian. For a fleeting moment I wondered if Claire knew of Kate's deep sins, my mouth dried at the thought of Claire naked with Kate as they explored one another, I drained my coffee quickly and left the café, my fingernails digging deep into my palms.

For my Sunday sermon though I kept the knickers safely locked away in my bedroom, it is God's day after all and I am not depraved enough to cause such a sin on His day. Outside the congregation filed past and my words felt hollow. When James shook my hand I almost yelped out in surprise and fear, the man simply smiled and thanked me for a wonderful sermon then said, "You should join me for Golf one day father." I quickly replied that it would be a wonderful way to spend an afternoon, a reply I regret. 

Kate showed no sign of embarrassment, in fact she looked happy. "Such a lovely sermon father, you are getting quite a name around the village as well everyone has forgotten poor old Father Brentford." Her hand felt warm in my own, her skin soft beneath my palm. "Do you do home visits father?"

"Home visits? May I ask for what purpose?" I asked.

"We have a sick relative staying with us, she is elderly and would normally go to church she claims if she does not speak to a priest soon she will go to hell." Kate gave an easy smile that I found difficult not to return.

"Why yes of course," James butted in. "We could play a round of golf say Tuesday then go back to our house." He said it in such a matter of fact way as if it had all been decided, I don't know when I had agreed but clearly I had. I should not dislike anyone yet this fellow was truly the trying type.

As the last of the congregation filtered past, I waved them on and watched the small crowds slowly start to dwindle as people headed home or to the local pub. Kate's small group stood huddled together, Claire looked almost pale and shook her head, though a very thin smile was on her lips, the loudest of the group Karen was all smiles and wide hand gestures. My stomach turned when they all glanced in my direction briefly, they waved nonchalantly then headed in separate directions. I hope it was paranoia but I felt that perhaps I had been an important part in their conversation. I decided there and then that James must be told and that whatever was going on must be pulled into the open and exorcised. At no point had I thought about giving up Kate's knickers though.



I hate golf! There I said it, again and for the hundredth time that day. I wonder what thrill James got from beating an inexperienced sixty year old priest at golf and was it truly worth it. The time spent with him though had solidified a thought that had been tumbling around in there for days, what to do about Kate. Originally I was going to tell James about Kate, perhaps not everything but enough for him to perhaps notice his wife once more and take matters firmly in hand. Now after spending more hours with him than I would have liked I had decided I would speak directly to Kate get her to see sense and confess to James. I would miss these knickers, but once I got home I would wash them (as I would my sins) and return them to Kate, washed free of my indiscretions (like my soul).

The home was larger than I had expected, Kate greeted us at the door and led us to the lounge. Tea was already brewed in a china teapot, steam drifted lazily from the spout evaporating and dispersing in the cooler air. After an hour of James showing me his model airplanes Kate managed to pull me free and took me upstairs to a small bedroom. The relative was a cousin of James' she was close to ninety and I found myself shouting to be heard much to Kate's amusement.

The old lady thanked me and seemed to drift quickly into sleep a small across her ancient face. "You certainly have a way." Kate said admiringly.

"Put that down to thirty odd years in the service of our Lord." I stood up from the chair next to the bed my knees popping and my joints complaining. "Now we must talk Kate, very seriously." I tried to look very sternly but the smile on Kate's face told me it was not working.

"I apologise for the other day father, it was...unbecoming of me and I am sure embarrassing for you." I was surprised how easily she spoke, expecting a little denial perhaps. "I may have put you in a bit of a predicament as I think I left a personal belonging behind, I hope Mrs Murphy was not too embarrassed."

I shook my head, "Mrs Murphy's sensibilities are still intact. I found you 'belongings' not long after you left." It was like looking at a different person suddenly, Kate's hands dropped from being folded to in front of her fingers toying with one another, her head cocked slightly and she bit her lip in a faux pose of shame.

"I am sorry Father. I did not mean to do it." She looked up at me still biting her lip. "Do you have them on you?" I felt flustered with the accusation and thoroughly guilty that she had guessed I was wearing them, by the time I realised she had simply asked if I had them with me the damage was done. Kate took a step forward a playful smile on her lips now, "Why Father, are you hiding something."


I Hate Golf: A Sinner In Knickers



I took a step back, my legs knocking against the side of the bed where the old woman slept. "Kate, now you must understand what you are doing is wrong. You have serious Sins that must be atoned for and you must change your ways before you descend into the infernal pit where there is no return."

Kate stood still, "You have seen James. How many times as he looked at me since you both came home, he loves his aeroplanes more than me." I could sense the frustration in the woman before me and relief in myself for deflecting her earlier question. "I sin father, morning, noon and especially at night. I cannot help it. I read stories where women are taken roughly by men with big cocks who fuck them until they are done." The words were vile, yet coming from such a seemingly sweet person they took on a hint of erotica. "I have toyed with my cunt while drooling over women sticking viberators into one another and cumming over and over while I finger myself." Kate took another step forward, "Forgive me father but I have sinned."

I nodded as my mouth was too dry to speak. I let out a soft groan as Kate placed a hand on my chest. She leaned in her face blushed red "I grew up in catholic school, and dreamt of the nuns fucking me until I was a quivering, squishy mess. I have sinned father and I love it." I stumbled as Kate applied weight behind her hand pushing me backwards. I stumbled into a seating position on the bedstead the old lady fast asleep rolled onto her side, wind escaping from her anus as she did so. "I must be punished Father." 

Kate was over my knee before I could protest. I tried to move but her weight held my frail legs beneath her. I had only ever administered spanking to unruly orphans back in the day never to a fully grown woman. Kate lifted her buttocks and repeated that she must be punished. My hand slapped feebly at her buttocks. Again she repeated and again my hand found her buttocks. Each call for punishment was met with a hand which grew firmer with each smack. I pulled her dress up to her waist revealing dark red knickers beneath my next slap was far more audible and elicited a small whimper from Kate. 

"Sinners must be punished my child," I said delivering the next slap. My words quivered with adrenaline, behind me an old lady slept while downstairs the husband of the woman who was lying prone across my knees tinkered about and who could, at any moment wonder what is taking so long and come upstairs to investigate. Just below the elastic on Kate's knickers her buttocks had begun to redden each slap produced a whimper or moan. Far worse, my cock pushed desperately against my trousers the sexual excitement was almost palpable with each slap Kate squirmed causing the white cotton knickers I had on to rub against my shaft causing even more excitement. "Enough! No more!" I said gasping for breath, somehow I pulled myself up almost sending Kate tumbling to the floor. The un-reality of the situation had my head spinning. "We are all sinners. We MUST pray and atone for all that has happened." I tried feebly to get the situation back to my side to quell the urges that had erupted inside me.

Kate had lifted her dress up, the front of her red knickers visible behind one hand that she ground down on, her hips rotating and bucking, "Show me father. Show me your cock. You know I could feel it beneath me, hardening. Show your little girl how hard you are."

Kate was between me and the door my attempt to push pass failed miserably. Kate was all over me, her hands grabbing at my belt, at my flies, I begged for her to stop but it was too late. Her gasp made my heart stop. "Oh father," she whispered, one finger ran across the bulging white knickers and made me gasp loudly. She gripped my cock through the knickers and worked it quickly her other hand found her own sex quickly.

I tried to speak but the words escaped my mouth as nothing more than gasps and stifled moans. I have never felt the hand of another woman since I was nineteen and that had been a sticky fumbling at the back of a bus, it was nothing compared to this. Kate's teeth were almost bared as she used her hands on the two of us. She stopped momentarily to pull the white knickers down and gripped my naked cock firmly "So big Father. Such a thick, nice cock you have Father." Kate's words pushed me over an edge I had so long tried to fight back. My knees shook and my hips bucked as I came in Kate's hand. 

Kate worked my cock slowly with one hand, my mess coating her fingers which in turn coated my cock. Her other hand had sped up and worked quickly between her legs until she moaned out loudly and pushed herself against me for support as her own orgasm fired through her body.

We returned downstairs after a few minutes tidying up. Kate did not speak as she cleaned her hands and straightened her clothes when she looked at me she simply smiled and looked away quickly. We found James fast asleep on the settee, my earlier worries now allayed.  "Would you like a cup of tea father?" Kate asks politely.

I look up from her sleeping husband. I start to wonder if perhaps Kate is not the only one inhabiting her body, the difference in the woman is startling. "I think it is best if I go, please tell James that I say goodbye and thank him once again for the game of golf." I pick up my coat and head for the front door, I feel Kate behind moments before she brushes past me to open the front door. 

With her husband out of sight she leans towards me, "Those panties seemed in need of a wash father, perhaps when you get home you might find something different to wear in your coat pockets." I cock my head to one side my brow furrowed at such a cryptic message. Kate kisses me gently on my whiskered old cheek. "I look forward to your next visit father." She says straightening up and with a hand on my shoulder gently guides me, stuttering and stammering out the door.



I pause at the garden gate, my right hand goes into my coats right hand pocket and finds it empty, I do the same with my left hand only this time my fingers push into a bundle of soft fabric. I lick my dry lips, my hand closes around the bundle as my heart rate speeds up. I walk with as much grace as I can through the town, smiling to everyone, offering nods and plenty of "good days" and "Wonderful afternoon" to those who need it and all the while my left hand remains firmly entrenched in my coat. 

3.

"Ooh," The breath escapes through my open mouth in an exquisite moan. My knees had threatened to give way the moment I took the bundle out of my coat pocket so I sat quickly down, a far safer option than collapsing in my tiny living room. Kate had placed more than I had expected in my coat. Not only had Kate given me a pair of black silk panties, a soft floral see-thru pattern on the front but also a matching bra. The floral patterning covered the front of these two and I could not help but think of seeing her large breasts held behind the material her nipples just visible through the patterning. My breath catches in my throat and I let the under garments drop to the floor, 'what on earth is happening?' I asked myself I run a shaking hand through my hair as I try and find some clarity on this ill situation. "Why?" I ask allowed, perhaps hoping an answer will be delivered via divine beings with wings. The response is simply the ticking of the old grandfather clock that stands sentinel in the corner of the room.

I move on unsteady legs towards the stairs, I climb them without thinking and find my bedroom door open. Inside I slip of my outer clothes no neat folding now. I remove them and leave them crumpled on the floor. I catch sight of myself in the mirror and a laugh catches in my throat. I am a cliché, an aged priest wearing women's garments a thing of stand-up comedians jokes and television comedy shows. I pull down the panties, my hard cock bouncing free the tip marbled with the dry, white remains of my earlier dalliance with Kate.

The name makes me stop and I look in the mirror again. Gone is the cliché, now stands a vibrant man, old perhaps but appealing enough to a woman in her mid-forties. I know I can fight, I have been doing so for thirty-odd years, but lust is a mighty opponent. And that is what I know is driving me now. I reach for the phone on my bedside a priest is expected to be on call morning and night you know. I find the number I need in the little book that sits by the phone.

"Hello," the voice says. I had expected James to answer, to have awoken from his nap refreshed and annoyingly chatty but instead it is her. "Father?" she says in an almost whispered, excited breath and I know she has a small smile on her face.

"I..." The pause, the line is before me, drawn in the sand and once crossed impossible to go back. "Can you come over?" I say far quicker than it was intended the words tripping over one another. I repeat the question slower.

The silence is agony, the sound of the line terminating worse. Have I played into a folly, am I the butt of some poor joke between friends. I sit heavily on my bed, tears in the corner of my eyes I push the palms of my hands into my sockets trying to hold back the tears of a foolish old man. The grandfather clock in the living room chimes seven when I finally leave my bedroom. My eyes stinging and my ego battered and bruised, I had not moved from my bed for almost an hour, just getting dressed had been it's on chore. I descend the stairs on leaden legs, I have no appetite but know I must eat.

I grab a can of soup from the cupboard and empty the contents into a well-used pot. The tap at the back door makes me jump in surprise. I pause with the pot in my hand, for a while all is silent then the tap-tapping again firmer this time. I rest the pot on the kitchen table and open the back door. "You?" I say my heart is thundering, my stomach flips a thousand times.

"He woke up but I came as soon as I could." Kate says, she stands close to the back door, hiding in what little shadow she could find. She seemed breathless, scared almost. "Can I come in?" she asks after a quick look over her shoulder.

I open the door further and she darts in, I close and lock the door again. "I wasn't expecting..." I trail off not really knowing what to say.

Kate looked around the kitchen, "I had to hang up I am so sorry, James woke up and well I had to deal with him." She says with a smirk. Her brow furrows when she sees the incomprehension on my face. "You asked me to come over father, remember. I might be a little late but I'm here now." She undoes her coat and hangs it over a kitchen chair. She has changed since this afternoon, now she is in a long black dress, with pale flowers in a pattern across it. The top buttons of the dress are open and I cannot help but see her cleavage and how flushed her skin is above it. 

"I wanted to...we need to talk Kate." I lie.

Kate frowns and steps closer, "Talk Father? You sounded like you were after more than just talking when you called." Another step closer, she stands shorter than me by almost two feet and looks up at me with her blue eyes. These are the eyes I remember from our first meeting outside the church, lust filled and driven. I hesitate, suddenly this feels wrong I open my mouth to say so but Kate already has hold of my hands she lifts them to her waste. My fingers close and squeeze her warm figure and involuntarily I pull her closer. Our lips touch and Kate leans the rest of the way, I am shocked at how willing her tongue is as it parts my lips and teeth, exploring my mouth.

My hands had a life of their own, my left hand reached behind Kate running across her backside and taking hold pulling her closer to me. My right hand finds its way up and rests easily on her heavy breast. Kate sighs with pleasure and her kisses increase in firmness. I am on alien ground now, unsure of what to do, where to go. The feeling is more than pleasurable and I fear to make a wrong move that would end it all so abruptly. 

Kate must have sensed my trepidation she broke the kiss and pulled herself free of my wandering hands. She moved to the kitchen table and pushed herself onto it, lifting her dress slightly as she parted her legs for me. I moved with more certainty than I felt inside and found the open arms of Kate. We kissed hard this time she allowed my tongue entrance to her warm, wet mouth. My cock pushed against the material of my trousers and on the other side Kate's groin. The kiss broke again as I fumbled like a teenager at the buttons of her dress, the first one I undid took an age my hands now shaky with excitement, Kate gave a gentle laugh and batted my hands away. I watched as she deftly undid the buttons, one, two, three, four her bra appeared by button seven her pale belly was visible when the last button popped from its hold Kate's black knickers were visible. I drank in this vision before me, heavy heaving breasts, curvy, slightly saggy belly and the small bulge of her pubic hair beneath the knickers. 

Kate beckoned me closer and I gratefully responded. My cock nudged firmly against her knickers begging for release from my trousers. My hands ran across her warm belly and travelled up to her breasts. Even in the bra I could feel how heavy they were. My right hand grabbed the top of one cup and pulled it firmly down exposing her right tit, her brown nipple hard and thick. My mouth closed round it as if I were a babe suckling for milk. Kate let out a long moan as my teeth nipped gently at the thick bullet of flesh in my mouth. 

Kate's hands found my belt with ease and deftly unclasped it followed quickly by my trouser buttons. I had not bothered to place any underwear on after the phone call and my cock sprang loose much to Kate's surprise. Her hand felt warm across my hard shaft, her grip firm and sure. We stayed that way for what felt like hours. Me suckling, kissing, touching and groping her now exposed breasts, she slowly stroking my engorged member.

I worried my eagerness would be my downfall, but when I pulled away from Kate, she smiled wickedly as I took hold of her black knickers and pulled them down. "Oh!" I exclaimed at the sight before me. Kate's pubic hair was a thick matted bush, below that was what really struck me. For a moment I was confused then the truth dawned on what I was seeing. Her labia were swollen and parted and smeared in cum, James' seed what was left of it covered her labia and oozed from her wet hole. "I told you I had to deal with him." Kate said breathlessly. I was turned on, more so than I thought possible at that moment. I had hoped to finally plunge my cock into Kate but alas it looked like that was perhaps not the case, Kate gave a laugh, "Well father? Are you going to put that thing in me or not?" She teased.

I had hoped to fuck Kate that was true, but so soon after her husband the idea seemed absurd but also unbelievably a turn on. I moved closer, taking my cock at its base. My foreskin pulled back and my purple head glistened in early anticipation. The feeling of her labia closing around my cock head then shaft is one I will not likely ever forget, I slipped easily into her though her breath caught. Her inside was like fire, I pulled back and looked down noticing how slick my cock already was and not just in Kate's juices but I could see smears of James' cum also. I felt giddy with excitement as I pushed forward this time sliding my whole length into her.

Kate's legs spread further and one hand gripped my buttocks as I began an uneven pace. My mouth found her breasts again I took her nipples when I could between thrusts. Kate moaned and gasped sounds the like I had never heard. She urged me on, "Oh Father," she gasped. I could feel her muscles tightening round my cock gripping me in her as if she meant for it to remain in her forever. The moment was too much for me I cried out in an odd high pitched wail as my hips froze with my cock deep within Kate. The release was explosive, what little I had left from this afternoons encounter, erupted forth filling Kate with each twitch and spasm from my cock. Both her hands gripped my backside now pushing me firmly into her as she lay with her back arched.

I pulled free, my cock leaving a string of liquid that left us attached until it broke free. "So close," Kate gasped. I understood what she meant but how to help I was unsure. I reached out with one hand index finger extended and watched it slide into her oozing hole. "Ohh father!" she moaned out loudly her legs shaking. I worked my finger quickly, "No slowly," she said and I felt her hot hand close round my own and guide me in its work.

I could feel my seed inside her, my finger pushing it in and out, but it was not just my seed I knew James' was there too. Kate's free hand came forward and I watched as she rubbed at a nub of skin by her labia just above my probing finger. Kate's breath came quicker, her moans she tried to bite back but she failed. I kept my hand still and watched this beautiful woman arch her back and orgasm. My hand quickly became sticky as she erupted forth her own juices. 

She lay panting on the kitchen table, I stood dumbfounded even more unsure what to do than earlier. Kate sat up resting on her elbows, legs still splayed, heavy breasts heaving as she caught her breath, "Who do I have to confess this little sin to I wonder?" Her smile was easy and relaxed. I smiled back feeling like the teenager I used to be. 

But the old man I am was still there, worse the priest that I am was still there, and shame filled me once more. Yet, it had felt right, perhaps the shame was not in the lust for this woman but the coveting of another's wife. Kate slide from the table doing up her dress she said little until the last buttons were done up, "I need to go home, James will start wondering where I have gotten to."

"We..." I said lost for words once more.

Kate stepped closer as she slipped her coat on and kissed me gently on the cheek, "We will talk again soon Father," and with that she turned and left, unlocking the back door and closing it quietly behind her.

I sat at the kitchen table for a while afterwards, eating my soup straight from the pot, my appetite now almost ravenous yet I ate with small spoonful's, many hung in the air as I stared at the spot on the table where I had just taken a married woman, when my trance broke the spoonful of soup would be cold, I would down a couple more spoonful's before getting lost in my thoughts and recent memories. I was now in deeper than I had ever expected, with no one to talk to and worse a far worse secret to hide my work was cut out for me, yet I could not help but smile life in a small parish it seemed really did have its perks. 





Writers Note:

I wrote this when I got snowed in for a day, it was something that had lingered in my mind on and off for a few months and, finding myself with nothing to do, thought I would put fingers to keyboard and exorcize this little demon. I wrote it as a one off piece but I think it is crying out for perhaps a part two or even three. But for the time being I am happy with what it is a self-contained short story but you never know when our Priest may ride the page once again.