FRIDAY EVENING
Pastor Paul had finished writing his Sunday Semon by eight o'clock on the Friday evening.
He poured himself a small whisky and tried to blank out his thoughts on his sexual obsession with the devout, delectable church Bible Class leader Rebecca Fox.
Paul was well aware that what was involved here was pure lust, plus his mind being screwed with his panty fetish. He obsessed daily about the pretty early twenty's young woman and her underwear. Her conservative clothes could not conceal what seemed to be a very shapely body. Her innocence (and this was a sin on his part) slowly but inevitably became the final provocation for him.
Paul had had uncontrollable fetish for panties and underwear ever since something that had happened when he was nineteen. He could still shiver at the memory of how, when he had been sent round on an errand his Auntie Elixabeth had stripped him, (his penis was so hard it hurt), calling him a disgusting filthy pervert. She had caught him sniffing a pair of her dirty panties and had made him frot between her legs against her pantyhose until he exploded writhing on top of her.
The move to this new tenure was meant to have been a fresh start for Paul but old habits and the arrival of Rebecca Fox and her sexy mother Ashley had put paid to all his good intentions.
He simply could not control himself with Rebecca. Every time he saw her in church or at Bible Class, he fantasized about what she was wearing up her dress or skirt. Up close to her, her freshness, the scent of her perfume and talc tormented him. Sometimes she blushed when n she saw him looking at her.
THE PREVIOUS WEDNESDAY EVENING
After Bible Class Rebecca had stayed behind to help Pastor Paul put away the hymnals.
She was in the vestry when he returned from locking the main door, stretching up to put a hymnal back on the top shelf of a bookcase. Just as he came through the door, he got a side on view of the outline of her breasts through her blouse and bra. Her skirt had ridden up a tantalizing inch or two as she stretched. He moved silently behind her.
'Let me help you,' he said softly.
Rebecca was startled.
'Oh,' she stuttered, 'I didn't hear you come back in.'
She flushed as he moved his hands to her hips and lifted her up so that she could stack the hymnal. Feeling the warmth of her body was intoxicating and his penis began to harden.
'Thank you, Pastor,' she blushed.
Her eyes widened when Paul as he lowered her back to her feet deliberately slid his hands up almost to the undersides of her breasts. Paul dragged his cock across her buttocks making Rebecca's tummy tremble involuntarily. He fingered her bra through her blouse as he became more and more aroused. His hands closed over her breasts and squeezed them through her clothing.
Rebecca wriggled desperately gasping as she felt his hard cock pressing insistently against the cleft of her bottom through her skirt. A wave of shame coursed through her as she felt her nipples start to stiffen in her bra cups.
'I should go now father,' she whispered weakly.
'Not yet,' he answered in a strange voice.
He suddenly buried his face in her hair drinking in the scent of her shampoo and slowly began manipulating her small firm breasts. He groaned and licked the nape of her neck then sucked her ear into his mouth. Rebecca arched in shock; her legs began to tremble.
'You're driving me mad Rebecca,' Paul hissed.
''Pastor please, please don't,' she gasped in alarm as she felt her resolve weaken.
He roughly turned her round and began to pop the buttons on her blouse; one, two, three.... four, as she stood there watching dry mouthed. He eased her blouse out of her skirt and yanked it down off her shoulders trapping her arms.
'Paul,' she managed desperately.
She stood there helplessly as his fingers found the clip of her bra and opened it. He slid down her bra straps and her little breasts spilled out. He stared at her erect tight nipples and began to tease and roll them pinching them, He tugged them away from her breasts making her head arch back.
'Oh, don't please,' she moaned.
'Look at me Rebecca,' he ordered.
She felt faint as her eyes met his. She could feel his hard penis pressing against her thigh. He moved his hands down behind her and started caressing her bottom, feeling the warmth of her buttocks through her skirt. His fingers searched for and found her panty line. He trailed them along it back and forth, back and forth. His penis jerked against her leg making her jump. Mortified Rebecca became aware of her pussy getting wet.
'Such pretty tits Becca,' he said softly.
She stood there face red as he locked his eyes onto them and her aroused nipples.
