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The news that the only Catholic Church in town was closing was no surprise. For years young people had been leaving the country town and even though there were plenty of Catholics around, it seemed that the only ones attending Mass were the widows, and even then irregularly. It was known widely that Father Brennan would be announcing the closure and on that Sunday there were more than 20 widows in the congregation. To his surprise, three notes were passed through to him in the confessional. They more or less said the same thing, 'looking forward to keeping you company when you decline your vows.' Father Brennan had no idea who had made the notes as they were handed over in silence and when he looked at the congregation afterwards, there was not a clue on the face of anybody as to who might have done this. There was a large function which was well attended and afterwards many invitations to visit and have meals. As part of the arrangement for the church to close down, he had been given the use of a small house outside the town which had been gifted to the church by an old couple who had died recently. The notes had piqued his interest but no matter how hard he tried, he could not determine who had written them.

There was nothing in his background that could have given him any inkling of what would happen or could happen. His knowledge of the female body was more or less limited to what he saw in advertisements where models were in various stages of undress. You can see the outline but not the flesh. He had vague ideas of what intimacy involved through statements saying that a man entered into a woman and he knew what part of the body that activity actually took place in. He thought he could remember seeing photographs of women's bodies many years ago but the images very unclear. So it was with some level of interest that he hoped he would learn that what he had been missing.

It was a very warm summer's Monday afternoon when he visited Mrs Morris and her small orchard. Mrs Morris had been widowed just a few years earlier when her much older husband, who was a drunkard, had died. The kids had long gone and she had stayed on through economic necessity as much as anything else. The afternoon began with a tour of the orchard and picking some fruit and then afternoon tea - she drank tea, he had a few beers. They chatted amicably for a long time and then had a nice dinner followed by watching the news. Eleanor's suggestion that they play Scrabble was very welcome - it was Father Brennan's favourite pastime. Eleanor brought out a bottle of red wine left to her when her husband died. He had a large cellar and regularly drank himself to sleep. Each time Father Brennan got over 50 points there was a little toast. Eleanor had a sip but Father Brennan, who was not used to drinking, was going through the wine much faster. They were soon into the second bottle and it became apparent that Father Brennan was not in a fit state to drive home that night. Eleanor helped him stumble over to the couch where he quickly fell asleep. Eleanor knew from experience with her husband what had to be done. She more or less dragged him into the bathroom to have a pee and then dragged him onto her bed and changed him into a pair of her husband's pyjamas.

In the morning Father Brennan woke up with a headache and looked around trying to clear his head and work out where he was. He looked at the pyjamas and realised that they weren't his and then he saw that he was in a strange room. Eleanor appeared at the side of the bed and said, "good morning would you like a cup of coffee?"

"Make it strong. Very strong. My head feels terrible."

He still didn't understand exactly how he got into this unfamiliar position. The coffee arrived and his brain started to clear just a little.

"Can I have a second cup?"

"Of course."

"How did I get here? What happened?"

"We played Scrabble and we drank some wine and you must have drunk too much. You couldn't drive so I put you to bed and here you are."

"How did I get into these pyjamas?"

"I helped you get into them."

"Do you mean you undressed me? "

"Yes. I had done it many times for my husband when he was drunk and I helped to go to the toilet so that you wouldn't wet the bed."

"Do you mean...?"

"Yes. There was no other way otherwise you would have wet the bed."

"Do you mean you held my dick in your hand?"

"Well you were in no position to aim so I had to do it."

There was a long silence. A really long silence as Father Brennan considered what had happened.

"Turn the light off. It's too bright. Just leave me here for a while."

What Eleanor didn't tell Father Brennan was what had actually happened. When she put him on the bed to change into the pyjamas he was completely helpless and away with the fairies. She thought about it for a little while and then tried to see if she could make his dick go hard but it was hopeless, he was under the influence of alcohol. No amount of hand movements up and down made any difference ankara escort at all. She looked at his dick and thought it was so ugly when it was lying there short and helpless. A man's dick looked so much better when it was hard and straight and strong. That excited a woman's imagination. She tried to pull his foreskin back but it wasn't easy when the penis was soft but eventually she managed and when his pink tip appeared, she gave it a quick kiss and thought to herself, it won't be long and my other lips will be giving you a kiss. By now she was well aroused and felt she was really wet. She pulled her trusty vibrator from under the pillow and had a welcome orgasm.

Father Brennan was trying to gather his thoughts together and understand what was happening. Nothing in his training was helping him to make sense of his position and what he should do next. He appreciated the good intentions of this nice woman who was looking after him when he obviously wasn't feeling the best. On the other hand he was beginning to feel the stirrings of affection for someone - something that had been missing in his life for decades. She was the first and only woman who had touched him in his life. Was he bound by his vows still or was he allowed to behave like a layperson? One of the notes that had been passed to him in the confessional said, "You can't be a layperson unless you've been laid." That had rather shocked him but that was now just the dilemma he was in. He wondered if Eleanor had actually written that note. Still slightly under the effect of the alcohol from the night before, he fell asleep and woke to find Eleanor in bed with him, spooning him from behind. She had her hand over his body and on his chest. He stirred and his movement woke her.

He said, "Good afternoon. How long have we been like this?"

"A few hours. Are you feeling better?" "

"Much better. My head is clearer."

Eleanor had not planned that things would work out like this. She only knew that it would be nice if she could get Father Brennan to make love to her but she had no idea how she would achieve that. Now was the time for a critical decision. A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. A cock in the hand might be better. If she didn't strike now, he might get frightened and never come back. It was a chance worth taking. She was so close. She thought it would be a good idea to take advantage of his confused state and act right now.

"Do you believe in the resurrection?"

"Of course I do."

"My husband used to say: 'An erection is the best resurrection.'"

"I never heard anybody say that before."

"This is what he meant." And with that Eleanor snaked her hand down to Father Brennan's penis. There was no resistance as her skilled fingers began to squeeze and bring to life what she supposed had been dead for years. The alcohol had worn off. The skilled interplay of thumb and forefinger soon had their effect and Father Brennan's penis was soon erect.

"Is what I am doing a mortal sin?"

"I don't know but it feels good. I'm sure if you say five Hail Mary Magdalenes it will not be a sin."

"You have a great sense of humour. I love it."

"What happens next?"

"Roll over and I'll show you."

Father Brennan rolled over and Eleanor lifted the sheets revealing his nice stiff penis. It looked so much better hard and threatening. She pulled his foreskin down and planted her lips on the crown and her head bobbed up and down until she felt the extra stiffening and a twitch that told her he was about to come. She had not tasted a man since her husband died and wondered whether it would be different. It was but she liked it. Father Brennan lay there as if he was transfixed to the cross. His mind was spinning.

Eleanor jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom to spit out the unwanted come in her mouth. A plan was evolving in her mind and she took off her nightie and walked into the bedroom. For a woman in her early 50s she had a good figure. Her breasts drooped but had a good full shape and she was very attractive. She was solid rather than fat and had a prominent bush between her legs. She watched Father Brennan's eyes as she walked into the room and could see that he was totally focused on her breasts. This surprised her as her husband would have been focused below the waist. His eyes focused on her breasts as she got back into bed and anointed his soft flaccid dick with some oil and rubbed up and down.

"What's that for?"

"It's holy oil so that you will be able to easily slip into my hole."

"You mean...?"

"Yes. Does that feel nice?" She positioned her pussy over his pole and lowered herself slowly over it until she was resting her groin against his. She moved up and down slowly, wanting the sensation to last as long and possible. It had been a few years since her pussy had had a workout and she was enjoying it. His eyes were still focused on her breasts.

"You can play with my breasts if you like. I'd like that. I notice you keep looking at my breasts and ankara escort bayan you never look down below. Don't you want to look at my pussy?"

"You've got such beautiful breasts. I've never really seen between a woman's legs so I don't know. Your smile is much more attractive."

"How does it feel to be deep inside me? My husband said it was the best feeling in the world."

"It feels really good. I never experienced anything like this before in my life. Nothing. My vows of chastity stopped me even thinking about it. I like looking at your breasts because when I drive around and look on billboards and in advertisements they are always showing breasts and they were foremost in my imagination. I really wasn't interested in a woman below the waist."

"I'm surprised. Most men I ever met always wanted to look at my pussy."

"Well I never had any sisters and I went to a boy's boarding school and then I was in the seminary and we hardly any contact with girls and women. There were a few verses in the Bible about women being unclean. I sort of got a negative impression. I have to say that when I became a priest I liked looking at the breasts of some of the women in the congregation but there aren't the young ones anymore and so I haven't thought about it much."

"I'm surprised you got such a negative impression about women. I want you to concentrate on just one thing at this very moment. Are you in heaven or hell?"

"I'm in heaven. It feels pretty good. You don't have to like the look of something to enjoy it, do you?"

"No I guess not."

Eleanor bobbed up and down for a very long time while Father Brennan played with her breasts and tweaked her nipples. It felt good and eventually Father Brennan's face contorted a little as he spurted into her vagina.

"I enjoyed that. I suppose you want to have a nap. My husband always wanted to have a nap after he had sex."

"Yes. I do feel a little tired."

Eleanor went to the bathroom to clean herself up and pondered on what she could do to make Father Brennan like her pussy. He had used the word unclean. Perhaps he didn't like the fact that she had hair all over her pussy. Maybe if she shaved it all off, he would like it. That sounded like a good idea. She had never done it before and contorted herself into all sorts of funny positions using an electric razor and shaving cream and a razor before she could look at herself in a mirror and see that she was completely smooth and cleanly shaved. It was the first time she had seen the cleft between her legs since she was a very young girl. She hoped he would like it. She walked around the house naked, occasionally looking in a mirror to check out how she looked. She liked it. She hoped Father Brennan would. She kept ducking into the room to see if he was awake and when he finally woke up she was there standing in front of him.

"How do you like that? Do I look clean now?"

"Yes it's much better." Father Brennan couldn't take his eyes off looking at her newly shaved pussy.

"Now that it looks better I want you to do something for me. I want you to lick me and maybe I will have an orgasm."

"Is that normal? Is that what people do? Is that what husbands and wives do?"

"I think it's very normal and I think you will like it too."

"What do I do?"

"I'll get in position and you just put your head between my legs and lick that little pink knob that you can see."

"I can't believe that it looks so different. You must look like a little girl before she gets hair down there. I can't remember when I started to grow hair down there but it must be the same age for girls."

"Well I don't really look like a little girl. See that thing there - that's my clitoris and it's quite large now. Little girls have them but they're very small. As you grow older they get bigger. Just like a man's dick. It starts off very small and grows and grows. Just like yours. You've got a nice big one now. I'll bet it was very small when you were little."

"I can smell oil and perfume and some other aroma I've never smelled before."

"I rubbed some oil on my skin to make it really smooth and I think the other smell is probably my pussy."

"I like it."

"You're on the right spot. Just keep licking and sucking. Don't use your teeth, just use your lips."

The silence was deafening except for a few isolated sounds emanating from her lips which indicated that she was enjoying it. She was trying very hard to have an orgasm - something she hadn't had for a long time but really wanted to now. Slowly and surely she was getting closer and closer to her climax and then with a suddenness that surprised her, her body quivered and shook.

"Thank you for a lovely orgasm. See if you can put yourself in now. Are you still hard?"

"Yes I'm hard"

Father Brennan enjoyed his first missionary position fuck. He looked down at her completely smooth pussy. She looked just like a little girl and he liked that. He didn't know why. Eleanor's fingers opened escort ankara her lips and he could see exactly where he would put his penis and he pushed in slowly until he could push no further and then it was in and out, in and out. It felt so good.

"Can I come again next Monday?"

"Yes I'd love to play Scrabble with you again."

A few weeks later Father Brennan received another invitation from one of his widowed ex-parishioners, Bridget. After a very nice steak lunch she came to the point.

"Father Brennan. A long time ago you played football with my husband who died last year. Too young. Before he died he said to me and his exact words were -'I know I've got cancer and I have not too long to last. If Father Brennan retires, he's a good man and he'll take care of you if you give him a chance.' My daughter was there when he said it and she's been badgering me to ring you and talk to you and here I am. Now that the church has closed down I don't know where you stand or what you're doing but if you're looking for a bit of company, I could be interested. It's really up to you. I don't know what plans you have but it might be worth a try. What do you think?"

"Bridget, it's nice of your husband to think of me like that and it's nice of you to ask me. I never really thought of being with a woman. As a priest you know I can't even think of such things but now that I'm no longer a priest, maybe it's something I should think of. I know so little about women that it's hard for me to imagine what life would be with one."

"I can understand what you're saying. My husband used to say that a man was incomplete without a woman and I think that's what he was talking about when he suggested your name as somebody I could be with."

"I really don't know what to say. It's hard to say whether you like ice cream when you've never had one."

"I can understand that. Perhaps the old adage of 'try before you buy' is appropriate."

Father Brennan was lying through his teeth. He knew full well how good it was to be with a woman and he was just playing her along hoping to take advantage of her offer. He was sizing her up and trying to imagine what she was like undressed. Bridget was taller than he was with largish breasts which she successfully hid under a loose-fitting dress. She had narrow hips and well-turned ankles. Her hair was dyed and her face very open and smiling. All in all, she was a very attractive woman.

"Are you offering to let me try and see if I like being with a woman?"

"I suppose you could put it like that. What do you think? Do you want to give it a try?"

"Where do we start? How do we start?"

"We have to get to know each other's body. We have to get used to each other."

"How do we do that?"

"Young people go out and have dances and kiss and cuddle but I think we're a bit old for that and I don't think you want to be seen in public dancing with me. We could start by me undressing you and then for you to undress me."

"Let's toss a coin."

"Okay. What do you call, heads or tails?"

"Heads."

"You lose. You can undress me. "

Father Brennan gave a big internal sigh. He would not have to reveal himself first. He would be able to see and touch her large breasts. He was rather pleased with the result. Who could have imagined that just a few weeks ago he would be wearing a clerical collar and now he was about to enjoy a second woman and she still thought he was a virgin. This was such fun. He undid the buttons of her blouse one by one revealing a nice white bra holding up two heavy orbs. He turned her around and undid the straps at the back to let her bra fall to the floor and then turned her around again. Oh boy. Her breasts were so full and so white in colour compared to her sunburned arms. She had smallish nipples which beckoned his fingers and he could feel them getting harder with each second until they stood out quite prominently. He imagined he could hear Bridget purring and then his hand moved to undo the clasp on her belt and her dress fell to the ground. She was wearing plain white knickers and separated her feet to allow him to pull them down and reveal that she had a nice, hairy pussy. His experience with Eleanor had changed him. He no longer considered that a hairy bush looked unbecoming on a woman. Without stopping to think, he pushed his middle finger into her slit searching for her clitoris.

"Where did you learn to do that? I thought you'd never been with a woman."

"It just felt so natural to do that. I couldn't help myself." Phewww.

"It's now my turn."

Bridget undid the buttons of his shirt and lifted the singlet over his head and then undid the buckle on his belt and tugged his pants down. His white underpants were covering what she really wanted to see as it was already obvious that it was well on the way to becoming a nice hard erection. It would only require a brief touch and it would be really hard and ready to go. Without asking she squatted down and put her mouth over his knob and sucked gently while playing with his balls. She was scared that if she did this for more than a few seconds he would explode after years without release. She stood up and led him into her bedroom and lay down on the bed with her legs open.