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Chapter 1, The Return Trip to Camouflage

The following morning Katy came into work early, so she could prepare Father Charles' order and make sure it shipped on time. He'd ordered ten pairs of size eight panties, in various styles, but he specifically requested no cotton fabrics and only pink, white, or red colored panties. He did not specify a color for the trim or decorative bows.

Katy desperately wanted to talk to Father Charles again, and she made up her mind she'd find a way to make him come to Camouflage. Accordingly, she decided to deliberately sabotage his order, and then he'd be forced to call her back to fix it. Of the ten pairs of panties she selected, three of them were two sizes too small for Father Charles. She smiled mischievously as she closed the shipping box and taped it shut. She couldn't wait to see him wearing a pair of her prettiest pink panties.

* * *

Three days later Father Charles Dodson was pacing nervously on the front porch of St. Joseph's rectory, waiting for the mailman to arrive, which thankfully occurred at the usual time. His heart leapt with joy when he saw a small package in his mailbox, and that it had shipped from Camouflage. He cradled his precious package in his arms and flew up the stairs to his bedroom. He hastily opened the box, and then carefully laid out the contents on his bed, ten pairs of beautiful sexy women's panties! He was over the moon with a feeling of pure joy!

He couldn't wait another second to try them on, and quickly stripped off his clothing. He stepped into each panty, and pulled it slowly up his legs, relishing the feeling of the smooth silky fabric on his legs and genitals. After he made some minor adjustments, he stood in front of his full-length mirror and admired himself. The way his cock and balls showed through the thin material excited him and made him feel pretty and girlish. He was quite satisfied with the first seven panties that he tried on, but when he tried on the eighth panty he quickly realized something was terribly wrong, as they felt very tight on him, and the elastic around the leg opening cut into his thighs. He took them off and tried on the ninth panty with the same results, and the tenth panty was no better. He was sorely disappointed and knew he needed to talk to Katy, but he also saw this as a blessing in disguise. He really wanted to talk to Katy again, and now he had a perfectly legitimate reason to call her; plus he hoped that she might flirt with him like before.

* * *

The following Saturday at 3:00 pm he called the phone number for Camouflage. A pleasant female voice answered on the fourth ring, "Hello, and thank you for calling Camouflage. My name is Marilyn. How can I help you today?"

He felt a bit disappointed, as he was hoping Katy would answer the phone.

"Hello Marilyn, may I speak to Katy please?"

"Certainly Sir, may I ask whose calling?"

He wasn't prepared for this question, "Um...well...tell her it's John Smith calling... about his order."

Earlier in the day Katy had alerted Marilyn to the possibility that Father Charles, pretending to be John Smith, might call today. Marilyn couldn't help chuckling, "Thanks... Mister Smith, please hold."

About ten seconds later he heard Katy's voice, "Okey doke, Marilyn, I've got it." He heard her take a deep breath, "This is Katy."

He felt thrilled to hear her sweet voice again!

"Hello Katy, it's Charles calling from St. Joseph's, remember me?"

She felt her heart beat a little faster, "Of course I remember you, Father Charles. It's really great to hear your voice again," and she meant it; talking to him made her feel so alive!

"Thank you Katy. He paused a bit, "I really enjoyed talking to you...you know, last time. I've never done anything like that before, you know, touching myself while talking to a beautiful woman on the phone. It was wonderful, Katy, something that I'll never forget."

She felt relieved that he was first to mention their phone call the previous week. She wasn't sure how she could gracefully talk to him about how she'd encouraged him to masturbate during their last phone conversation. This call was starting out better that she'd expected.

"Yeah, it was magical for me too, Father, but it's sweet of you to say it first."

There was an awkward silence that lasted a few seconds before Katy chose to change the subject. "So Father Charles, are you happy with your order?"

He didn't want to make her feel defensive so he chose to answer tactfully, "Well Katy, not quite, I absolutely loved seven of the panties you sent me, but unfortunately, three of them are a tad too small. So that's why I'm calling you today."

The phone call was going pretty much as she had planned it, and she decided now would be a good time to flirt with him and see where it led, "I was really hoping you just wanted to talk to me, Father. You did enjoy our last phone conversation, didn't you?"

He took a second or two to savor the memory of that last phone Kızılcahamam Escort call, and how he had furiously stroked his cock while saying filthy things to her, driving him to a screaming climax.

He laughed, "You fucking know I did Katy, and you did too, you little slut!"

She pretended to be offended and scolded him, "That's no way for a priest to talk, Father."

He laughed again, "You're right Katy, I apologize."

She knew now was the time to make her move, "Oh, that's ok Father, I forgive you. Now, about your order, I think it would be best if you come down to the store with the panties that don't fit, and then we can sort this problem out."

He thought about how exciting it would be to see her in person, and took a few delicious seconds to picture her naked body, "I'll stop by tomorrow... after mass."

"Okey doke Father, I'll be here, and I promise... I'll make things right for you."

* * *

Father Charles could hardly wait for mass to be over, and he deliberately made his sermon as short as possible. After mass he made the usual small talk with his parishioners outside the church. Thankfully this Sunday there weren't any blabbermouths; it also helped that it was raining steadily. He politely refused all of the generous offers to Sunday supper from his flock.

By 2:00 pm he was in his car, headed downtown to Camouflage. He couldn't wait to see Katy, and drove a bit faster than he normally would on the wet roadways. He wore his black cleric's clothing, but he did hide his identity by wearing a long raincoat, with a hood over his head. He'd stuffed the three pairs of panties that were too small in his coat pocket.

This time when he arrived at Camouflage he didn't hesitate outside the entrance, but walked straight inside. He quickly scanned the room and spotted Katy and her cousin standing behind the checkout counter and chatting away with an elderly looking woman, while her purchases were being tallied. As the woman turned to leave she whispered something to the two girls that made them laugh.

After the woman left the store Marilyn exclaimed in a loud voice, "I can't believe she just told us that! That's really crazy!"

Katy giggled, "Yeah, but I think it's sweet too. A sixty-five year old woman who still loves her husband so much that she shaves her pussy for him!"

The two women shared a good laugh for a bit. Marilyn was the first to notice Father Charles' presence, and nudged her cousin with her elbow. Katy looked over at him, and gave him a warm smile.

"Hello Mr. Smith. Welcome to Camouflage!"

He waved timidly; still paranoid that someone might recognize him.

As she was walking towards him he couldn't help noticing that she was dressed differently from what she normally wore to mass. She was wearing a short black leather skirt that came to mid thigh, and a white sleeveless top made of a lightweight material that was somewhat transparent; her lacy bra clearly visible through the thin material. When she turned to the side he could see the contour of her nipples protruding through her top. Her reddish brown hair was piled on top of her head, her lips were colored a deep shade of red, and she wore a bit of eye makeup that he found alluring; but her attire did seem appropriate for a sexy young woman working at Camouflage.

She grabbed his right arm, pulling him towards the back office, "Come with me John. I have something to show you."

"Uh, sure Katy."

As they began walking towards the back of the store she called over her shoulder, "I'm going to help John with his order. Can you handle things out here for a bit?" Then she winked at her cousin.

Marilyn gave her a mischievous look, "That's fine... but call me if you need help with anything."

Katy led him into the back office and closed the door behind them. There was a huge office desk against the far wall, about eight feet long and four feet wide, and there was a pile of colorful panties on top of it. She pointed to the brown leather chair in front of the desk, "Have a seat, Father."

When he was seated she looked him in the eye and smiled, "I made sure they're all size eight. Why don't you look through them, and pick out the three you like best."

He smiled back at her and nodded, and then turned his attention to the pile of underwear on the desk. He picked up each panty and examined it closely, paying particular attention to the crotch. It took about five minutes to make his three choices, which he held up proudly in his left hand.

"Ok, I love these panties. Do you think they'll look pretty on me, Katy?"

She leaned over and felt the fabric of each panty, "I do Father, and I know you'll look awesome in them, but I also think you should try them on to make sure they're comfortable."

She looked into his eyes and grinned, which made him feel a bit uncomfortable.

"Um, Katy I don't know if that's a good idea. What if someone catches us?"

His response Kızılcahamam Escort Bayan was unexpected and disappointing. She gave him a stern look that reminded him of Mrs. Madison when she was peeved, "Oh Father, you're being silly. No one will know but us. Won't you do this as a favor...for me, Father?" She rubbed his cheek with her fingertips and then leaned towards him to whisper in his ear, "I'd be very grateful to you, Father."

Her forwardness had surprised him and it took him a few seconds to answer. Also, he couldn't stop himself from looking down her top and admiring her cleavage. He looked up at her and his face began to blush, "Um...I really want to please you Katy."

She knew he would do whatever she asked, and was quite pleased with herself. Again she whispered in his ear, "I'm sure you will, Father."

He stood up, took off his raincoat and draped it over the back of the chair. She continued looking into his eyes, and he noticed that she was breathing harder. He undid his belt buckle and then fumbled with his zipper, as his hands were shaking badly. After three unsuccessful attempts he was finally able to pull his zipper down, and his black cleric's trousers dropped to the floor. He was wearing a simple white string bikini panty that clung to his body like a second skin, and his genitals were clearly visible through the flimsy fabric.

Katy took her time admiring his body, which was toned and firm, with no flab or sign of a paunch. She reached out with her hands and unbuttoned his black shirt, and opened it; his chest was almost hairless, with a small patch of light brown hairs above his breastbone. She liked what she saw and had an uncontrollable desire to touch his body; she reached out with her hands and slowly rubbed his abdomen and chest, and then moved upwards to pinch his nipples with her fingertips.

"The last time we spoke you said you would do something for me, but you got distracted and didn't do it. Do you remember, Father?"

He took a moment to think, and then to his embarrassment he remembered what she was talking about. He gulped, "You asked me to measure my penis when it's erect."

She gave him a mischievous look, "That's right Father. There's a ruler in the desk drawer."

He gulped again, opened the drawer, and pulled out a wooden ruler; he placed it on top of the desk. Then Katy reached into the drawer and pulled out her mother's pink vibrator and a tube of personal lubricant; which she placed next to the ruler on the desktop.

"Do it, Father... please... for me?"

He turned to face her and smiled meekly. His face was turning red again.

In a serious tone of voice she said, "No Father, I want you to face the desk. You'll see why in a moment."

He nodded and turned back towards the desk. Katy stood behind him, stuck her thumbs into the waistband of his panties, pulled them down to his ankles, and tossed them under the desk. She moved back beside him and looked down at his genitals. She was pleased to see he had very little pubic hair, and his penis was very nice looking and semi erect.

She chuckled, "Ok, let's see what we have to work with."

She placed her left hand on the small of his back and pushed him forward so his legs touched the desk and his penis was laid out flat on the surface. She picked up the ruler, laid it down on the desk alongside Father Charles' penis, and then leaned in for a closer look.

"Five inches; I think you can make it bigger than that, Father."

He just nodded, gripped his shaft firmly in his right hand and slowly stroked it up and down. Thirty seconds later he looked her in the eye, "It's bigger now, Katy."

She looked down at the ruler and chuckled, "Yes, it's quite a bit bigger Father, six and a half inches, but I think you can do a little better than that. The head is pink... and it needs to be purple for an accurate measurement."

She picked up the vibrator and turned it on. She whispered in his ear, "This will do the trick," and placed the tip under his shaft, just below the crown.

The effect on him was immediate. He closed his eyes and began to moan softly, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!"

She looked at his penis and it was seven inches long and the head was a pretty shade of purple. She felt so excited, and moved to kiss him on the lips, when suddenly the office door opened. They both heard Marilyn's voice, "Knock, knock; mind if I come in?"

Father Charles was completely shocked by this sudden interruption, and hastily moved his hands down, attempting to cover his genitals.

But Katy was not surprised at all; she and Marilyn had planned this scenario when they knew Father Charles was coming to Camouglage that afternoon.

"Come in, Marilyn. I was just measuring Father Charles' penis."

Marilyn stepped inside, closed the door behind her, and locked it. She turned to face the priest and smiled, "Don't worry Father. I promise there won't be any more interruptions. Why don't you sit Escort Kızılcahamam down and relax."

He was dumbstruck by what was happening to him; it felt surreal. He nodded compliantly and sat down.

Marilyn addressed her cousin, "And what was the result?"

Katy giggled, "seven inches!"

Her cousin clapped her hands, "Sweet, I can't wait to see it in action!"

Marilyn looked at the priest, "So Father Charles, I know you have a panty fetish. Would you like to see my panties? They're my good luck panties, and Katy is wearing her good luck panties too."

Her statement perplexed him.

"We got 'em in Vegas, and they were a gift from a wealthy older gentleman named Paolo. Katy gave him a blowjob; it was her very first time sucking cock, and she was great!"

He just smiled back at her, stupidly nodding his head up and down like they were having a normal conversation.

Marilyn sat on top of the desk facing Father Charles, and then Katy sat next to her. Marilyn looked him in the eye as she pulled one foot up onto the desktop so her skirt rode up her thighs, wantonly showing him her crotch.

She grinned at him, "Do you like Paolo's panties, Charles?"

Again he just nodded, but his eyes were laser focused on the thin strip of fabric that covered Marilyn's deliciously wet pussy. Her intoxicating woman's smell excited him; his penis began to throb.

Marilyn noticed this and pointed her finger at his penis, " Look Katy, from the way Father Charles' dick is moving I think he wants to see your panties too."

Katy had noticed the priest's excitement as well, "Okey doke."

She brought both of her feet up onto the desk and spread her legs. Her pink labia were poking out through her crotchless black panties. Father Charles stared at her womanhood, mesmerized by it. He felt he was losing control, as he leaned forward and placed his face six inches away from Katy's pink pussy. He inhaled deeply, savoring the smell of her cunt. His cock was fully erect and throbbing, and starting to leak.

With a tone of authority Marilyn commanded him, "Lick her, Father."

He didn't hesitate and planted his lips firmly on Katy's swollen labia, greedily licking her... up, down, and inside her pink dripping slit. Katy closed her eyes, looked up at the ceiling and screamed, "Oh my fucking God...eat me! Eat my pussy, mother fucker!" She put both hands on the back of his head, forcing his tongue to slither farther up inside her, and thrusting her pelvis upwards into his face.

"Yes...yes...oh...fuck...YESSsss!!"

A few minutes later her body began to quiver as her first orgasm enveloped her.

Marilyn put both of her hands on the back of Charles' head and pushed it down hard into her cousin's steaming crotch, "Don't stop, Charles. She'll cum again if you keep going."

He frantically reached in with his hands, opened her pussy and thrust his tongue into her, probing her insides and greedily swallowing her juices. Again Katy closed her eyes and looked up at the ceiling, and raked her fingernails across his back.

"Oh my God...that's it...right there...MORE MORE MORE... PLEASE!!...AHhhhhh!!"

He felt her vaginal muscles contracting around the tip of his tongue, and he knew he'd made her cum again. He felt pleased and proud of himself.

He looked over at Marilyn, who had pulled her panty gusset to the side and was furiously thrumming her clit with three fingers. A second later her body tensed as she moaned though her climax. When it was over a few seconds later she let out a deep sigh of satisfaction, got down off the desk, and stood by his side.

Father Charles pulled his face away from Katy's vagina and looked up at her. Her face was flushed and her makeup was smeared, but there was still a fire in her eyes.

* * *

They took some time to recover, but frequently Katy would look over at Charles and smile at him.

"You were fucking amazing, better than I ever dreamed possible! You're so nice to me, Father Charles...thank you my love."

Marilyn chimed in, "Father Charles, we want to be nice to you too." She looked at her cousin and gave her a mischievous look, "Isn't that right, Katy?"

Her cousin kept looking at him, "That's right Marilyn!" She smiled at him, "Are you a virgin, Father?"

He looked at his feet and blushed, "Yes Katy. It's a sin to have sex outside of marriage, especially for a priest."

"When you say sex, you mean vaginal intercourse, right Father?"

"That's right, Katy."

She thought for a few seconds, "I see," and then she stood up and began unzipping her skirt. He just watched her, but with a sense of foreboding.

"Do you remember what you said to me on the phone?"

He took a second to think, "Um, well no, not really Katy, I was distracted at the time."

She dropped her leather skirt to the floor and then stepped out of her black panties, "Well Father, I remember exactly what you said to me, as if it were five minutes ago."

She sat on the desktop and then deliberately placed her right foot on his genitals, "I could hear the rhythmic dull smacking sound of you jerking your meat, and this is what you said to me Father Charles: Fuck that sweet little pussy for me. I'd taste it if I was there with you, which is exactly what you just did, Father."