(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 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.
