(1) THE CHOIR MASTER
Katy Brown’s father was the pastor of an English rural church. The congregation was scattered across hamlets and farms.
Nevertheless Sunday services were well attended and there was a small but thriving girls choir.
Pastor Brown and his wife Christina had tried to bring up Katy in what they considered the correct way. She was taught to respect herself and never ever to let anyone take that away from her. She was twenty now and they had guided her through her teens to hopefully become a good Christian girl.
At High School she had inevitably come across ardent boys when dating, but she took a firm stance on inappropriate touching and the boys learned to look elsewhere. They were all church attenders now themselves.
On boys’ nights out after a few beers the chat inevitably turned to pussy.
‘ Katy Brown, what an eyeful huh? Small tits but really sexy ones,’ went Tim.
‘Yeah love to suck her nipples, ‘ said Blair.
‘Mmh get her down on the grass, pull up her skirt and check out those church panties,’ breathed Todd.
‘Finger up her tightie,’ mused Jake straight faced, which made them all start laughing.
Pastor Brown had blessed the day he had appointed Andrew Paul as interim church organist and choir master. He fulfilled his duties more than adequately and the Pastor felt secure that in the bosom of the church his daughter had a sanctuary and a role mole in Andrew.
He would have found it ironic then, that in trying to keep his daughter safe and pure he had been instrumental in starting her out on a journey of sexual exploration. For in a matter of weeks Katy had become completely infatuated with Andrew and he with her.
Right under the unsuspecting noses of her parents and the church congregation she had started to have a relationship with him even if she only saw him on Sundays and at choir practice. Indeed such frustrations only increased her fervour for him.
Andrew was single, 30, not unattractive and was captivated by the Pastor’s pretty daughter.
One Sunday after service Katy was putting the hymnals back on the shelves in the ante room when Andrew joined her, only half closing the door. She turned. Their eyes met and they kissed passionately, desire overcoming the fear of being caught as her father was only yards away in the main body of the church talking to members of the congregation as they took their leave.
Andrew pulled her closer her firm breasts pressing into him. She breathed faster as his lips moved to her neck and nuzzled into it.
The kiss broke, Katy felt dizzy and aroused.
The memory of that kiss, his lips against her neck, stayed with her for days.
Stolen moments in the ante room with Andrew’s hands on her breasts through her blouse excited her terribly. Her nipples ached in her bra cups, she longed for them to Ankara escort be touched.
She fantasized about what else he might do to her. She wondered about how long she could resist masturbating if she kept thinking about Paul’s cock. She took to trimming her pussy, wearing high cut, lacy panties which her mother did not approve of but let it go. Using more make up than usual made her mother wonder if she was seeing someone.
Pastor Brown and Christina invited Andrew round for dinner. When he arrived Katy joined her mother in the kitchen to prepare food. She had chosen a demure dress for the evening and used little make up. She sensed he mother’s approval. It was a distraction, a deceit she supposed, but she did not feel guilty.
The Pastor and Christina sat on one side of the table and Katy and Andrew on the other. During main course when her mother’s attention was elsewhere, she slipped her hand under the tablecloth and ran cool fingers up Andrew’s thigh as he and Pastor Brown discussed a church matter.
She slid her fingers round to his inner thigh dangerously close to his crotch and lightly squeezed his leg.
Andrew was impassive.
She left her hand there as long as she dared and was just about to remove it when Andrew said ‘Well yes indeed pastor,’ easing his chair closer to the table allowing Katy’s fingers to brush against his bulging package. She looked away flushed with excitement as her mother gathered up the plates.
Katy helped her mother clear away the main course dishes and excused herself to go to the bathroom. She splashed her face with cold water to compose herself and checked her panties. The dress was demure but the panties were not. Skimpy lacy, almost see through.
Back downstairs, Katy glanced into the kitchen. Her parents were readying the dessert. She slipped back into the hall and quickly worked down her underwear, bunching it in her hand before she rejoined Andrew at table.
‘I love you being here,’ she breathed. Andrew caressed her arm.
‘I love being here with you too,’ he answered softly.
‘ Something for you,’ she whispered dropping her skimpies into his lap.
‘Mmh,’ said Andrew, ‘you naughty girl Katy Brown,’ as he slipped them into his pocket. You know what I’m going to do with these don’t you.’
She giggled.
‘What a lovely young man!’ said Christina to her husband after Andrew had gone. Andrew had thanked them profusely for dinner before leaving.
‘Yes’ replied her husband, ‘quite so.’
Back home Andrew lay naked on his bed edging his rampant cock. He reached for Katy’s panties and dragged them across the swollen head of his prick. He shifted on the bed and wrapped the lacy pink panties round his cock and tossed himself off, grunting with pleasure till he exploded into her underwear.
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One Sunday afternoon Paul was giving an organ recital. Katy was delegated to turn over the sheet music pages for him.
They were only visible from the shoulders up as the organ was set a little higher than the pulpit and had its own set of steps up to it.
Katy got aroused standing so close to him, their legs were practically touching, but her face gave nothing away. He caught the scent of her perfume, was aware of the curves of her breasts and had to force himself to concentrate on his playing.
When the last notes faded and as the congregation clapped approval, Andrew stuck his hand right up Katy’s dress and felt her warm pussy through her panties. Her legs trembled slightly as Andrew stood up and bowed to the assembled church goers.
And then fate took a hand.
Pastor Brown was invited to preach at a nearby parish. Their own service was to be taken by a member of the congregation and Katy’s father asked if she would lock up afterwards as the caretaker was indisposed.
She could not believe her luck. She knew Andrew would wait behind as it was his habit to practise a little longer after service.
Once everyone had departed, Katy locked the door and and started collecting the hymn books. As she entered the ante room Andrew stood waiting.
He smiled as she slid into his arms and they kissed. He sucked her ear into his mouth and she writhed and panted. Andrew pushed his tongue into her mouth and ran it round her teeth, Each new sensation was driving her crazy.
Things were hotting up. Both were aware that they were locked in and the thought of that made them bolder She buried her fingers into his hair and scratched at his scalp. Andrew’s penis reared up.
He eased his hands up the back of her light sweater and unhooked her bra. Katy raised her arms and Andrew drew the sweater up and off and removed her bra revealing her pert little tits.
They stood still for a moment breathing heavily and locked eyes.
Andrew stroked her breasts, palmed her tight nipples. Katy’s eyes closed. He bent over and took a nipple in his mouth and kiss bit it. She gasped.
He tugged her nipples away from her tits and rolled them around in his fingers. Her mouth went slack.
.
‘Oh,’ she breathed.
‘Pull up your skirt,’ said Andrew urgently. She lifted it up her thighs.
‘Higher,’ he told her, excited now and she raised it to her waist revealing her lime green cotton hi leg panties. They were tight against the plump mound of her pussy. Andrew’s eyes were glued to her camel toe as he ran a finger down the front of her underwear. Katy wriggled.
‘Take them off and give them to me,’ Andrew said softly.
Doing this in church made Katy tingle. She Escort Ankara shucked them off and handed them to him. His eyes grazed over her bare trimmed pussy then he buried his face in her marked underwear breathing in the aroma of her talc and the tangy scent of her virgin moist snatch.
‘Sit up on on the table Katy,’
The table, where her father sometimes composed his sermons, and here she was sitting on it bare bottomed and naked except for her best Sunday dress up round her waist. Her pussy moistened even more.
Andrew dropped her panties, moved a hand between her legs, eased a finger up and stirred her pot. He moved her neared the edge of the table and Katy leaned back on her arms to support herself. She provocatively spread her legs showing him her trimmed pussy.
She could see the outline of Andrew’s cock tenting his trousers. He looked avidly at her aroused, glistening pussy lips.
‘O my god you are so beautiful,’ he said his voice tight. He got a large cushion off the sofa in the corner and knelt down on it in front of her.
He moved his mouth to her inner thighs and began butterfly kissing up one side and then down the other.
Katy’s breath grew ragged as his lips slowly moved higher and higher till they reached the baby soft skin where inner thigh meets pussy.
‘Andrew.’ she wailed as he flicked his tongue up her flowering outer pussy
lips then teased her little nubbin.
‘Oh oh,’ Andrew,’ she moaned churning her hips as she clutched at his hair.
Andrew buried his face into her snatch opening he up with his lips and mouth.
He had to hold her down as she arched up. She felt like he had the whole of her cunt in his mouth.
He stuck his tongue up her.
‘Omg, omg, omg,’ she moaned, ‘I’m cumming,’ trying to thrash about as her orgasm engulfed her. Her juices flowed into his mouth down his chin.
Andrew pressed his face into her tummy his heart racing, loving holding her like this, waiting till she came down from her high. She lay back on the table eyes glazed.
When she had recovered Andrew helped her up and hugged her close.
‘But i haven’t pleased you yet,’ she complained, aware of his hard prick pressing against her tummy.
‘I know, I know, I can wait,’ he answered. ‘Please be patient I so long to make love to you properly. It’s better we go really Katy We need to be careful.
Some of her wetness had dripped onto the edge of the table.
‘I’ll clean that up you naughty girl, said Andrew, face impassive,’ mustn’t leave it sticky when your father comes in later for bible class. Katy giggled.
Heading home her head was in the clouds, she was blissfully happy.
Her mum was busy peeling potatoes in the kitchen. She looked round at Katy.
‘Goodness,’ she smiled, ‘what rosy cheeks!’, turning back to her peeling.
‘Everything all right at church?’
‘Yes mummy,’ said her panty-less daughter. ‘Everything was really lovely today really special. I’m just going to have a shower and get changed.’
In her room Katy lay back on her bed, fantasizing about Andrew’s cock.
She slipped her hand up her dress………..