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Jenna Goes To Church: Part 1

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Jenna enjoys sexuality without shame, in the church.

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Jenna seduces the Vicar.

St Michael's parish church was a charming place of worship

that dated back to the 12th century. A quaint little church, the sort that one
could see in countless towns and villages across England. Within its walls
however, all was not well. Ill-feeling festered among some of the male members
of the church, the vicar included. But God, in his great mercy and wisdom, saw
fit to send a beautiful angel to this church, in order to bring happiness.

And so, our story begins,

Reverend Simon Morris was a vicar who hadn't gotten laid in

a long time. Aged forty, he'd been at St Michael's for nearly three years now.
He prided himself on the success he'd had in increasing the congregation of
this little church. The previous vicar, Reverend Smith, had died very suddenly
from a stroke back in 2019, leaving the community devastated. Reverend Morris
knew he had big boots to fill. So far, God had been with him all the way. He'd
steered the church through the Covid pandemic and defied orders to close it
during the lockdowns. This action had earned him a lot of respect, not to mention
he'd gained a few more loyal sheep who'd deserted other churches.

There was just one area where God had been unable to help

him - his sexless marriage. He'd been married to Lucy for nearly ten years now
and they had a four year old son, Christopher. Unfortunately, it was shortly
after Christopher's birth that the avenue of carnal pleasure was closed off to
him. He'd tried everything to re-ignite the spark, but nothing worked. Now
Christopher had started primary school, Reverend Morris had hoped that things
would improve, but instead, he and Lucy drifted further apart. He kept up the
appearance that everything was perfect, during the many social functions he had
to hold at the vicarage. Inside however, his frustration threatened to
overwhelm him.

"O Lord God, who hast called thy servants to ventures

of which we cannot see the ending, by paths as yet untrodden, through perils
unknown: Give us faith to go out with a good courage, not knowing whither we
go, but only that thy hand is leading us, and thy love supporting us; to the
glory of thy Name.

Amen."

Reverend Morris said a quick prayer to himself as he shook

hands with the last of the members of the congregation. He let out a sigh of
relief. Another Sunday service had passed - with an increase in numbers. He
looked at his watch. He had a brief few minutes to head to the vestry, change
out of his cassock and surplice, and pop over to the church hall for tea and
biscuits. The usual chit chat with his faithful flock.

The nosey old ladies, Josh, the new and nervous curate,

Yulia the Ukrainian refugee and her two young children, Amir and Majid, the
Iranian brothers who'd fled persecution in their homeland due to being
Christians, Debbie the single mother and Sunday school teacher, Tony the
reformed drug addict, Mr. and Mrs. Norris, the church's resident do-gooders; a
pair of boomers who made it their business to know more about the C of E than
the Archbishop of Canterbury,

Then there was Jenna Fox. Twenty, red haired and absolutely

stunning. And too young for him.

He'd spotted her in the congregation earlier, but not on the

way out. Which could only mean,

"Good morning Reverend!" Jenna said, bold as

brass, sauntering out of the toilets, where she'd obviously been waiting for
the others to depart.

"Oh, good morning Jenna," Reverend Morris replied,

staring at her and then quickly averting his eyes downwards. She was wearing
attire that was barely suitable for church - a low cut black top and black
pleated miniskirt.

"I wore black today. For the Queen. Loved your sermon

reflecting on her long reign. It was really touching."

"Thanks. Glad you liked it. It's been hard to write.

So, are you heading over to the church hall? I'll be there shortly."

"Mmm, maybe later," she grinned. "Did you

know Reverend, that you actually resemble Prince Edward a bit?"

Feeling a little uncomfortable at how close she was, he felt

color rise in his cheeks. "Uh, well thanks. I'll take that as a
compliment! Do excuse me Jenna, I just have to ditch these vestments, then I
shall be going to the hall."

He hurried off to the vestry. In there, he looked at himself

in the mirror. He was an average-looking bloke, not the sort that a stunning
younger woman would lust after.

"Well at least I'm much younger than Prince

Edward." He smiled. Suddenly, the door opened.

"You're not getting away from me this time

Reverend," Jenna whispered, shutting the door behind her.

Before he could say anything, she'd cornered him. Glancing

into his pale blue eyes for a moment, she covered his lips with hers, feeling
him tense up as her arms reached round his back. After a few seconds, he
relaxed, as if he knew resistance of any kind was futile. Jenna could feel the
heat of his body through his cassock.

"I've wanted you for a long time Reverend," she

murmured. "Ever since you taught me that Introduction to Christianity
course six months ago."

"J-Jenna, this isn't appropriate. I, I am a married

man!"

"Not a very happy one, I suspect. I can always

tell." A shuddering sigh escaped him as her lips brushed his again. Jenna
broke the kiss. "Is there any space in here to conduct unholy activities,
Reverend?"

Powerless to resist this angel of sin, the smitten vicar

grabbed her slim hips and motioned her to straddle his lap. "Jenna,"
he mumbled, rubbing one thumb over the outline of her hardened bra-less nipple
through her thin top. "It's, er, been a long time since I was in a
situation like this."

"Your wife,

"Lucy and I have been leading separate, and sexless

lives for years."

"I'm sorry to hear that. So let me bring you some salvation."

He leaned in to kiss the exposed skin of Jenna's neck; his

lips leaving a hot trail from just below her ear to the center of her throat at
the neck of her black top. Then he took the lower hem of the top and pushed it
up to bare her belly, and then her pert C-cup breasts. Leaning her back, he
took one nipple with his lips and she gasped. He was not only willing, but
rampant; as Jenna had suspected, it had been a long time since this man had got
laid.

Even with the cassock and surplice on, there was no

disguising the Reverend's raging erection. Jenna explored eagerly, desperately,
reaching under the cassock, feeling his hard erection through his trousers.

Lord Jesus, Jenna was trembling so much with excitement.

She'd had a clergy fetish for years and fantasized about seducing the vicar for
such a long time. Reverend Morris returned his attention to her breasts and she
was so wet she could almost feel herself dripping into her panties.

Without further ado, she unfastened his belt before reaching

for his zipper. Reverend Morris attempted to remove his surplice.

"No, no, leave that on," Jenna said.

"As you wish." He mumbled holding up his cassock,

almost unable to comprehend what was about to happen.

Jenna knelt in front of the vicar, pulled down the zipper of

his trousers, and exposed white boxer shorts - adorned with little Christian
crosses.

"Oh wow. Where did you get those, Reverend?" Jenna

grinned.

He blushed. "Um, a church event I attended in London.

The gift shop was quite varied,

"Umm." Jenna pulled down his trousers and boxers,

freeing his heated cock.

"Ah. The staff of life."

She took his hot length in her hand, feeling it, and stroked

it up and down as she licked and sucked at the tip.

"Oh dear God," Reverend Morris groaned.

As she groped his shaft, she realized just how wet with

pre-cum it was.

"Ooh, Reverend you certainly have sinned," Jenna

smiled. "Nice and wet - just how I like it." She teasingly licked the
head of his cock before putting it in her mouth. She began to suck him off
furiously, her head bobbing up and down faster and faster, her tongue licking
the sensitive underside of his shaft.

"Oh, I am blessed!" He gasped.

Jenna licked every inch of his love pole, running her tongue

cross every vein, igniting every nerve ending. The vicar cried out in joy. Then
she withdrew and looked up at him.

In her throatiest, most sexy tone, she said, "Well

Reverend, are you just going to stand there, or come and tame your lost
sheep?"

Like a bolt of lightning, Reverend Morris kissed Jenna's

lips as if they were the sweet fruit of Eden, and lifted her up. He pulled her
drenched lacy panties off. It had been too damn long since he'd had pleasure so
willingly offered to him like this. He parted her legs quickly, and, with no
further warning, plunged his holy rod deep into her waiting cunt. He began to
establish a fast-paced rhythm which soon had them both moaning in pleasure.

"Ah hah!" Jenna gasped. "Oh, Reverend. Yes!

Right there. Deeper. Deeper! God that feels amazing! Oh! Ah! Oh, Yes!"

Jenna was in a state of complete euphoria. She had dreamt

about what it would feel like to be fucked by a vicar, but never in her wildest
dreams did she ever think it would be this incredible. He was a skillful lover,
hitting the sensitive nerves within her tunnel, bringing her ever closer to
that heavenly pinnacle.

Reverend Morris began to quicken his thrusts and rammed his

hard staff deeper into her yearning vagina. He felt his climax coming; it was
an uncontrollable wave of ecstasy. Faster and faster he thrust, the sound of
colliding skin echoing throughout the vestry. Jenna kept on riding the vicar
until he blasted his cum into her like a fire hose.

"Ah! Praise the Lord!"

Jenna looked at Reverend Morris, and for the first time in

years, he looked truly satisfied.

"For what I hath received, I am truly thankful,"

he panted.

"Me too," Jenna replied, her insides filled with

his thick cum.

In the afterglow of their sinful fun, they kissed each other

softly, caressing one another lovingly. Reverend Morris couldn't stop smiling.
So that was what he'd been missing out on. Dear God! He doubted that Lucy could
ever match Jenna's standards, even if she suddenly turned into a raving nympho.

"I suppose, we should head over to the church

hall," Jenna said, idly fingering his clerical collar. "More tea
Vicar?"

Jenna Plays the Organist s Organ

Gordon Leesmith was not having a good day. Another Sunday,

another morning Eucharist at St. Michael's, where he dutifully played the organ
and directed the choir. It had all gone as planned, until the end of the
service when that damned busybody John Norris had felt the need to vent his
spleen.

"You played the wrong opening hymn, Gordon," John

exclaimed, as the congregation departed. "Great is Thy Faithfulness was
selected, not Love Divine."

"That's not what the vicar told me," Gordon

muttered, not looking at him. He loathed this odious pedant.

"Anyways I just thought I'd let you know. Patricia and

I were a little confused."

"No change there then," Gordon replied, unable to

restrain himself. "Do you think maybe just for once you and wife might
refrain from poking your noses into every bloody thing?"

John was so taken aback, he couldn't speak for a moment.

"Well really! There's no need for language, Gordon. I was merely saying,

"Don't come the innocent with me, you're the biggest

shit-stirrer in this church. I've seen the gossip you spread on Facebook. And
I'll play whatever bloody hymn I like, thank you very much."

"I wouldn't argue in a church."

"I'll argue anywhere as long as I'm in the right. Now

bugger off!"

Thus suitably chastised, the subdued John left, and Gordon

was left to sort through his music sheets in peace. He adjusted his black robe
and continued grumbling to himself. He wasn't always as grumpy and
short-tempered as this. Years ago he'd been a jolly, fun-loving chap who
enjoyed joking with other members of the church.

That was before his divorce.

Gordon was fifty-five, and had been organist and choirmaster

at St Michael's for almost twenty years. Ten years ago, his wife Marjorie had
run off with a man young enough to be her son. She was fifty and her lover was
a twenty-five year old personal trainer. They'd met online. Gordon's world had
been knocked for six. He never imagined Marjorie would cheat on him. They'd
always been so happy, with a very active sex life.

Jenna had been quietly observing the little outburst with

much interest. After expressing an interest in joining the choir, Reverend
Morris had warned her that the organist had the "shortest of short
fuses." When she'd pressed him further, the vicar had revealed the details
of Gordon's marital problems and sworn her to secrecy.

Jenna licked her lips. She was aching for a romp with

Reverend Morris right now, but he'd been asked to conduct a service at another
local church this morning, and a female vicar had stood in for him. What was a
horny lass to do?

"Poor, miserable Gordon." Jenna mused. "I

doubt he gets much action. He needs cheering up." Looking at him, she
thought him quite good looking for an older man. He had a full head of silvery
hair and unlike Reverend Morris, was of a stocky build. On the occasions she'd
seen him minus his long black robe, he possessed quite a paunch. Jenna idly
toyed with a strand of her hair, considering her next move. Gordon was giving
off daddy kink vibes.

"I wonder if the organist will let me play with his

organ?"

Gordon was busy rifling through hymn books and didn't notice

Jenna saunter over at first. She cleared her throat and he glanced round.

"Uh. Can I help you with something?"

"Oh hello," Jenna replied, acting rather coy.

"I, hope I haven't caught you at a bad time, Mr,

"Gordon. Bad time? There's never a good time," he

muttered, giving the usual gruff response. "Nothing personal."

"Well I just wanted to thank you, Gordon. You played my

favorite hymn, Love Divine. I can't tell you how much I enjoyed it."

His attention captured, Gordon finally put down the books he

was fiddling with and sat on the organ stool, facing her. "You did?"

"I love anything by Charles Wesley. His hymns are

amazing."

"Indeed they are. He wrote thousands during his

lifetime."

Gordon certainly was hard to read. Jenna wondered if she was

having any effect on him at all. His dour expression didn't give anything away.
It looked like this chap was going to be quite a challenge.

"Every week I come to church and I hear you play these

lovely old hymns on this fine organ." Jenna continued. "I love
hearing you play."

"I've had enough practice. I've been doing this for

many years now."

Evidently, Gordon wasn't used to receiving any kind of

compliments whatsoever.

Jenna walked closer. "You're so talented."

"Ah, well. That's, nice of you to say. What's your

name?"

Her persistence seemed to be paying off, and the organist appeared

to be getting a little flustered at her flattery.

"Jenna."

"Do you play any musical instruments, Jenna?"

Gordon replied.

"Just the piano."

He nodded. "Good, good. For work or just a hobby?"

"Oh purely as a hobby," she smiled, flicking her

red hair. "I was wondering, please could you play a bit of Charles Wesley
for me?"

Gordon's stern face finally relaxed into a smile. "Why

certainly. What would you like to hear?"

"Oh how about And Can It Be?"

He shuffled around on the stool. "Very well. I often practice

a bit after the morning service, when the others have left. I'm not one for
idle chatter in the church hall."

"Me neither," Jenna said, walking up to beside

him, so close that her cleavage was at his eye level. Gordon couldn't help but
give a side glance, and then quickly looked ahead.

"Right, are you ready?"

The strains of the great Wesleyan hymn filled the church as

Gordon's fingers graced the mighty organ. Jenna hummed along, and then an idea
came into her head. Suddenly, Gordon stopped playing.

"I don't hear any singing, Jenna. How about you sing

whilst I play?"

"Ok!" She grinned, and he resumed playing.

"And can it be, that I should gain - An int'rest in the

Savior s blood?"

Jenna deftly unfastened the first button on her white top.

"Died He for me, who caused His pain,For me, who Him to

death pursued?"

Gordon happened to glance to his right again, and almost

played a wrong note. Jenna continued singing.

"Amazing love! How can it be, That Thou, my God,

shouldst die for me?"

She unfastened another button. Gordon continued playing, and

as the chorus approached, the third and final button of her top was swiftly
unfastened.

"Amazing love! How can it be, That Thou, my God,

shouldst die for me?"

Gordon's eyes almost popped out of his head and he cleared his

throat.

"Go on, play a second verse!" Jenna said.

He continued to play, but could feel his face burning. Jenna

was singing her heart out, and seemed to be blissfully unaware that she'd
suffered a wardrobe malfunction, she wasn't wearing a bra! Bloody hell, what a
beautiful pair of tits, Gordon was uncomfortably hot all at once. He was no
stranger to internet porn - after his divorce, porn was the only thing he could
turn to in order to get a bit of relief, not that it really relieved him all
that much, in fact it didn't turn him on at all anymore, he'd become impotent.
Suddenly, with the young and beautiful Jenna inches away from him and, somewhat
exposed, his dormant cock had surged back into life and was now straining
against his underpants and trousers,

"Just one more verse, Gordon! I'll give it my

all."

He continued playing and she resumed singing, her pale, pert

breasts jiggling, inches from his face.

"Oh dear God," Gordon thought to himself. What a

situation to find oneself in. "Should I say something to her?

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