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Eventually the old Priest composed himself and cleared his throat. "You will spend the week doing the lords work by helping with chores around the Church," he said, "that way you just may find yourself redeemed."
Maria was unsure, she had obviously noticed the way he had just been looking at her. But she knew it was either that or carry on struggling with the weight of the feeling of guilt that she had been carrying around. "Very well, if that is what I must do then I will," she told the creepy old man.
He was more than just a little excited to hear her agree and as he looked her over once more he had to admit he felt rather love-struck. She was so cute and pretty and even that softly spoken accent melted his bitter old heart. But more than that she had something else something that would test the will of any man let alone a sex starved old pervert who had spent his life enduring the torture of celibacy. She had a body that defied belief, a body often imagined and dreamt of in the fantasies of men but rarely ever seen. As she picked her coat up and put it on the old Priest could only marvel at those phenomenal tits and the way they seemed to jostle with each other inside her tight sweater.
Again forcing himself back from his lustful thoughts he couldn't resist asking if she maybe wanted to make a start now. The thought of having her around a little longer had his already inflated old cock growing even harder. Unfortunately for him she said she didn't have time now but would be back tomorrow and every day for the rest of the week.
As she left, her heels clicking on the stone floor, the elderly Priest salivated at the sight of the curvaceous 18 year old walking away. He knew it was wrong but his old mind was going crazy with all manner of dirty and improper thoughts of what he would love to do with that incredible body.
Maria left feeling uncomfortable but she was in no doubt going back to do chores for the rest of the week was the right thing to do. She had noticed that look in the old Priests eye however and so when she went back the following day she wore an old pair of jeans and a very loose fitting sweater.
Unfortunately for her however it did nothing to calm the old man's urges. He knew what was underneath and to be honest even dressed like this she still looked sexy, it was pretty much impossible for her not to.
Over the next couple of days she arrived as promised and spent 2 or 3 hours doing chores and generally cleaning around the place. The old Priest was never far away and she grew more uncomfortable as she felt his eyes constantly on her. The more time she spent with him the more she saw him less as a Priest and more just a rather grubby old pervert.
Of course she wasn't far from the truth the dirty old Priest was loving every second of having this busty 18 year old beauty around. He may have been 70 years old, (and he really looked it), but his urges and libido were that of a horny teenager, he was in a permanent state of arousal she was all he could think about. He would go to bed with images of her racing through his mind sending him into an uncontrollable state. He would have an erection that had been in various stages of stiffness all day long and despite his vows of celibacy he couldn't control the need to take himself in hand and relieve his unbearable frustration. He loved having her around and couldn't get enough of the stunningly beautiful girl as his eyes constantly feasted on her phenomenal curves. But at the same time it was pure torture for a sex starved ugly old man who knew he would never in his wildest dreams be so lucky as to sample her delights.
But if things weren't bad enough for the old man on the Thursday Maria arrived with plans to go out and meet up with friends straight after doing her chores. The Priest couldn't believe his eyes when she walked in and slipped her coat off to get started. She was wearing a V necked white t-shirt that clung tight to her huge boobs and slender waist while at the same time showing a generous amount of her very ample cleavage. If that wasn't enough she wore a very short leather skirt that flowed smoothly over her shapely hips and outward jutting ass. Flaring out around the tops of her luscious thighs it seemed to offer the teasing possibility of a naughty glimpse underneath.
She apologised for the way she was dressed but the old man pretended to shrug it off as if he hadn't noticed and told her to just get on with her work. As he watched her sweep the floor he couldn't help drooling over her cleavage every time she leaned forward. The sight of those lovely huge knockers filling that tight t-shirt had his blood boiling. What the old pervert wouldn't give to take them in his hands and be allowed to squeeze and fondle them to his heart's content. Just thinking about it had blood pumping to his withered old cock rapidly causing it to swell making its hardness difficult to conceal.
His excitement grew as she turned her back to him and he realised if she bent over just a little more in that cheeky skirt he might easily get a real treat. It was then that he came up with an idea!
Maria was surprised to see him leaving the Church and, tired of his constant staring, hoped that it might be the last she saw of him for that day. It was a hope that was short lived however when she heard clattering and banging and he reappeared struggling with a very large step ladder. Wondering what on earth he was doing she watched the scruffy gangly grey haired old man wrestle it open and stand it under a large ornate chandelier that hung in the centre of the Church. It was a huge ladder, easily a good 8 to 10 feet high.
The old man stood holding it with one hand and beckoned her over with the other. Not liking the look of the situation the pretty 18 year old reluctantly came over to see what he wanted. Looking up the ladder the elderly Priest handed her a feather duster and explained how the chandelier needed dusting over.
"I'm no good on ladders at my age," he said, "but don't worry," he tried to assure her, "I'll stand here and hold it, it'll be perfectly safe."
With that Maria placed a foot on the bottom step as she prepared herself. Being not very good with heights the petite beauty's mind was entirely focused on conquering her nerves and she hadn't given a thought to any possible ulterior motive the dirty old man might have. Reluctantly she placed her other foot on the next step as she began to slowly climb the rickety old thing.
The old Priest watched wide eyed muttering "that's it, go on, you'll be okay," as the hem of her skirt drew level with his beady eyes. Holding the ladder still he stepped a little closer as she gradually went higher. "That's it, good girl," he whispered as he admired her lovely smooth firm young legs at close quarters. He knew it was wrong and an internal battle raged between the Priest in him and the lecherous sex starved old pervert. On one hand he knew he was in a position of trust and everything he had ever believed in was telling him to avert his gaze. But on the other a lifetime of sexual deprivation and unbearable frustration was telling him to take this rarely gifted opportunity.
Of course the battle was already lost and as Maria climbed further the dirty old man held the ladder close as his eyes wandered slowly upwards. All he could hear was the sound of his blood pumping in his ears as he cast his eyes slowly up the backs of her smooth lightly tanned thighs. With his body trembling and mouth hanging open his eyes roamed higher still until he found himself enjoying a close look at her firm mouth-watering young thighs. Unable to resist the urges welling up within his eyes roamed upwards beyond the outward flaring hem of her short leather skirt. He took a deep breath as he suddenly found himself with an uninterrupted view straight up her skirt at her lovely cheeky ass in a pair of pretty white lace panties. Being extremely nervous Maria was so busy concentrating on hanging onto the ladder that she hadn't noticed the display she was giving him below. The old man couldn't believe his eyes as with a fixed stare he moved to just beneath the ladder for an ever clearer view. Now standing directly beneath her he watched in utter amazement as the gorgeous girl placed one foot on the top step leaving the other on the step below to steady herself. She then reached out with the feather duster and began to flick it around the chandelier. Meanwhile the old Priest chewed on his bottom lip and beads of sweat broke out all over his forehead as he now looked straight up between her legs at the thin strip of pretty white lace that covered her sweet 18 year old pussy.
He knew it was all so wrong but the filthy old man couldn't help himself from slipping a hand inside his gown pocket and gently massaging his now full blown erection. Still she dusted while nervously clinging to the ladder, and still he made the most of the wonderful free display she had no idea she was giving him. Furtively he glanced around the place to make sure they were still alone. They were, and the dirty old boy craned his neck for an even closer look. His eyes bulged and his heart raced as he was so close he could make out the exquisite detail of the white lace tightly pressed against her now clearly visible slit.
After a few moments his almost trance like state was broken as she began to climb back down. Instinctively and without a thought for any consequences he reached up to steady her placing his clammy old hand on her bare thigh. For a second Maria was too busy steadying herself to notice as his fingers slowly crept upwards beyond the hem of her skirt. With his mouth now watering his mind raced with a million cock hardening thoughts, touching those lovely panties so easily within reach, placing his hand on that gorgeous tight round bum, burying his face in her incredibly beautiful crotch...
Then suddenly there was a noise. It was the clunking of the heavy Church door and the Priest was shaken back to reality and quickly and awkwardly stepped away as someone came in. Looking down at the floor the old man acted as innocently as he could as Maria quickly descended the ladder completely unaware of the incredible thrill she had given him.
At that moment she heard her name being called, it was her Aunt. She took the busty young beauty to one side as the Priest hurriedly folded the ladder and took it back out.
Maria was confused as to what she was doing there, but it soon became apparent that there was some worrying news. It seemed she had been visited earlier by the authorities asking questions about her niece. They were convinced she was staying with her despite the old woman's denial and said they would be back later that day to talk to her. Maria didn't know what to do, where could she go? She couldn't risk going back home. Her Aunt knew this and told Maria to wait there.
She followed the old Priest out to where he was storing the ladder and without consulting Maria asked him for his help. She thought her niece had just been helping out in the holidays obviously having no idea about her incident with the old man and of course not realising she was there serving her penance. She asked the Priest if everything she was going to tell him would remain in the strictest confidence.
"Of course, of course," he replied.
She then, rather foolishly, went on to tell him the whole story. How her niece was in the country illegally and how she would be in danger if she returned to her home country. She told him if the authorities found her then she would be arrested and sent back. When she came to the end the old Priest asked how he could help.
"I know it's asking a lot Father," she began, "but she has nowhere else to go."
The penny then dropped, she was asking if he would take her in! She went on to explain it would only be for a while until she could find something permanent, and furthermore she had spent the morning hurriedly packing Marias case and had it outside in her car.
Of course the sex starved old pervert didn't need asking twice, he couldn't agree fast enough. His inner battle was lost, the thought of this stunningly gorgeous big busted 18 year old girl with that amazing ass staying with him was just too much! With no time to waste he told her he would go back to the vicarage that was behind the Church and prepare a room for her while she went and informed the young girl of what was happening.
Obviously when her Aunt told her Maria wasn't terribly keen. "B..but he's, well, he's a vile old man," she protested. "Not only that but he's so unclean and doesn't look like he even washes...and his home is probably filthy!" She even told her that she was supposed to be going out later, which was why she was dressed the way she was. But it was all to no avail, her Aunt simply told her she would have to keep a low profile and to forget any thoughts of going out for a while.
Maria knew she had to accept there was no real choice if she went home then she would almost certainly have to face the authorities. So reluctantly knowing she had nowhere else to go she agreed, and the two of them went to get the case from the car. With a big hug her Aunt told her to behave and do as she was told as the priest was doing them a huge favour. She went on to say how she would come back in a few days once it was safe to do so to check on her. With that the pretty east European girl dragged her heavy case on its wheels along the path that led around the back of the Church to the Priests home.
When she arrived at the front door she knocked and it swung slowly open. "Come in my dear, come in!" The Priest shouted from inside. Maria nervously entered, she quickly realised she was right the place was very untidy and looked like it hadn't been cleaned in a very long time. There was a damp musty stench in the air and the whole place seemed dark and gloomy.
"Up here!" The old man shouted from upstairs.
Dragging her heavy case she slowly climbed the stairs to where she could hear the old man rummaging around. She felt rather uneasy about the whole situation, the house, the man, all of it had her instincts telling her to be careful. Again he called her and as she approached the open bedroom door she saw him inside hurriedly making up the large double bed that seemed almost too big for the tiny room.
"Ah there you are," he said as he stopped to see her standing in the doorway. There was an awkward few moments of silence as he seemed to go into a trance for a few seconds. The sight of her incredibly curvaceous young figure standing there silhouetted against the light was simply mind blowing. "This will be your room," he said as he jolted himself back to reality, "please, um, please make yourself at home." With that he turned and threw open the curtains filling the room with light.
Maria thanked him telling him it was very kind of him to take her in like this especially as he didn't really know her. The scruffy old man just stood there saying nothing, he just smiled a rather creepy smile. Nervously she smiled sweetly back at him before tipping her case over onto its back and kneeling down on the floor to unzip it. As she threw it open she could see her Aunt had managed to pack just about all of her clothes and the lovely girl began to take them out and place them up on the bed beside her. There was still an awkward silence for a few moments as she remained on her knees as she unpacked.
"I...I want you to make yourself at home my dear," said the old Priest as he walked around the bed and came to stand beside her. Maria thanked him as she continued taking everything out of the case. The grubby old Priest stood over her admiring her lovely long dark hair shining like silk as Maria rather nervously looked up into his eyes. She saw standing over her a Priest, a man that should be trusted. But the truth was the way he looked at her made her feel uncomfortable, she noticed his furtive glances around her body, and the silences as he seemed to drift off into a world of his own. Along with this was the fact that he was so old and ugly and in desperate need of a good bath. His smile revealed a mouth full of rotten stained teeth with ugly gaps between. His deeply wrinkled face gave away his advanced years along with the grey unshaven stubble around his saggy neck and chin. Even putting a comb through the straggly unkempt grey hair that half covered his balding head would have been something! But she had to trust despite all that he had to be a good man, after all he was still a man of the cloth, and besides what choice did she have?
He on the other hand still couldn't believe just how incredibly beautiful she was, she had a face that no man could help but fall in love with. So lovely young and fresh with eyes you could drown in and the look of an angel. But he was quickly distracted by something else, something far more exciting for an old man so long starved of female company.
As she removed things from her case folding them neatly the dirty old pervert had a perfect view of her spectacular cleavage. With every subtle movement her hugely impressive knockers would gently sway inside the straining white t-shirt. Instantly he could feel himself begin to sweat as his erection again began to grow uncontrollably in his ever tightening underpants. He didn't want to make it too obvious what he was doing but had to take a moment to enjoy the cock stiffening spectacle. He knew it was wrong, he shouldn't be thinking like this, but at the same time all he could think was how much he would love to reach down and take the beautiful huge things in his hands and gently squeeze them. He couldn't help wondering what they would feel like and could see each one would easily be far more than a handful, in fact it would probably take both his hands to accommodate either one of them...and he had fairly big hands!
His excitement was growing and he quickly realised he was going to have to leave the room before she looked up and saw the very obvious bulge forming a tent in his gown. Although with his imagination now working overtime he couldn't help but think that how kneeling there before him she was just the right height. Those soft full pouting lips looked so inviting and he couldn't help but imagine how it would be to slip his gristly old cock into that warm welcoming sweet young mouth of hers. But no he mustn't think like that! He had to remember who he was, it was so wrong to have such thoughts! So reluctantly he stepped over her opened case he quickly left the room.
After Maria had unpacked she went downstairs to find the old man sitting in an old chair in a surprisingly large kitchen reading a book. Still wearing the same short skirt and tight t-shirt she nervously asked if she could make him a cup of tea. "Oh that would be lovely, thank you," he replied. As she rummaged through the cupboards looking for cups the old man glanced over the top of his book for a crafty look at her. Still not quite able to believe that this hot girl had seemingly come from nowhere and was now suddenly staying with him he just looked on in amazement. He hadn't yet recovered from his earlier experience and couldn't help but lick his drying lips as he watched the movement of her incredible curves. She was a dream come true, he had never seen a girl like her, and as she stood sideways at the sink filling the kettle he again marvelled at the size of those lovely big and seemingly very firm breasts. His mouth began to water and he became more and more excited as he sat there ogling her, when he suddenly had a thought. He remembered there was an old teapot he never used in the cupboard under the sink, and so without hesitation the crafty old codger told her to get it out and use it.
The pretty 18 year old crouched down and opened the cupboard door to get it. At first the old man thought his plan had failed, until she told him she couldn't see it.
