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Jenna Goes To Church: Part 3
A Visit From The Bishop
By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Reverend Morris anxiously paced back and forth in the lounge. He was
in turmoil; he'd just received a letter from Bishop George, who was
planning to visit him. On top of that, he'd been agonizing all day how
to finally tell Lucy that their marriage was over. The past few weeks
had seen his safe and somewhat dull life turned upside down. Ever since
that romp with Jenna Fox in the vestry. What seemed to be a wild,
one-off had now morphed into a passionate relationship. Now the vicar
was seriously falling in love with the much younger woman.
And what about Christopher? His four-year old son had just started
school. Now a way would have to be found to gently break the news that
Mummy and Daddy would no longer be living together. How would he cope
with that? Then there would be the gossips at church. Some of the older
members of the congregation would tut and register their disapproval. A
vicar of all people, a role model and pillar of the community, cheating
on his wife with a woman twenty years his junior! Every week he preached
about being a good Christian. Now he couldn't help but feel he was
nothing but a hypocrite.
"Bishop George won't take kindly to this," he remarked. The man was known not to suffer fools gladly.
Hearing Lucy's car pull up on the drive, Reverend Morris took a deep
breath. It was confession time. He fiddled with his thumbs as the front
door opened.
"Hello, um, oh you're back a bit later than normal? Um, where's Christopher?"
"I dropped him off at your mum's," Lucy replied. "Simon, we need to
talk. I have to tell you something really important. It can't wait."
"I, had a feeling you might say that. There's something I need to tell you too, you see I,”
Lucy took his hand and beckoned him to sit next to her on the settee.
"Simon. I've not been honest with you for some time now. It's not
fair, and you have every right to feel angry. I've treated you terribly
these past few years, pushing you away, shutting you out. Then six
months ago, it happened. This is hard for me to explain,”
"Please tell me," Reverend Morris replied. "Is there, someone else?"
Lucy sighed. "Yes. I, I'm so sorry, Simon."
Suddenly, the reverend felt less guilty. That they'd both met other
people made it more bearable. But there was still their son to think
about.
"I see. Is he, someone from church?"
"Yes, but, it's she," Lucy replied.
Reverend Morris blinked. "She? Oh,”
"Debbie Adams, you know, she teaches at the Sunday school? That's why
it's been so difficult. So yeah, it's 2022, but it's still hard to be
gay, and a vicar's wife. Especially in a tight-knit community like St
Michael's. Many nights, I have sat and prayed to God. I asked him for
courage and forgiveness. For how I have sinned."
He took her hand. "I'm happy you found the courage to be yourself. And to fall in love isn't a sin, Lucy."
"You're a wonderful man, Simon. You're being so understanding about
this. I've been dreading saying anything, but I needn't have worried."
Reverend Morris awkwardly scratched the back of his head. "I would've
supported you no matter what. Um, but I guess now's the right time to
confess that I've been seeing someone else too."
Lucy smiled. "Oh really?"
"Um, you know Jenna? She goes to church. Jenna Fox?"
"Blimey, Simon. Oh yes. I've seen her. She is really attractive, not my type, but a stunner. I can see why you fell for her."
Reverend Morris' face was turning red. "I worry about the age gap
though, I mean she's twenty and I've just turned forty, that's not a
good look is it? Others will disapprove."
"Simon, love is love. These others you speak of will just have to deal with it."
"Bishop George won't approve. He's planning to visit me in the next few days."
"I don't think he's the monster you make him out to be. He seems
pretty liberal deep down. Didn't he once have a much younger wife?" Lucy
asked.
"Yes, she was called Julia. She left him for a Catholic priest."
"Ouch."
"Who was older than him! The priest was defrocked of course and he
and Julia emigrated to the Costa del Sol, where they now run a
beachfront bar called Unholy Orders,”
"About Christopher," Lucy began. "We should tell him together."
Reverend Morris nodded.
Another Sunday and another morning Eucharist at St Michael's. Josh
the curate was at the door, welcoming the faithful. Yulia and a group of
other young woman grinned at him as they went inside. Normally, Josh
would've nodded and blushed, but not anymore. Today he shook their
hands, smiled back and had a little chat with them. When he noticed
Jenna approaching, the curate's smile widened some more.
"Hello Jenna!"
"Good morning!" Jenna said. "Nice day for it."
"Nice day for what?" Josh replied, winking at her.
"Naughty boy. Nice day for a church service of course! Looks like you
have some female admirers over there," she said, glancing at Yulia and
her friends.
There was a notable absence in the church - John Norris and his wife
were nowhere to be seen. The gossip-mongering pensioners who sat in the
front pew wasted no time in digesting this new information.
"Well I heard that he moved out for a few days. They had a blazing row at the Harvest Social."
"Margaret saw Patricia on the bus. Talk about having the wind taken out of your sails. She was beside herself."
"Best place for her. A poison-tongued harpy of the highest order! I
feel sorry for John. He doesn't need that sort of upset. He's on
beta-blockers. They've decided to have a few days in Wales, to try and
patch things up."
"If my husband had been writing the sort of stuff like Patricia put on the Internet, I'd have told him to sling his hook!"
Tony had volunteered to read the first reading, which was from the
Book of Revelation. He twitched and sniffed as he spoke, and got a
little carried away as he went on.
"Then I saw coming from the mouth of the dragon, the mouth of the
beast, and the mouth of the false prophet, three foul spirits like
frogs. These spirits were devils, with power to work miracles. They were
sent out to muster all the kings of the world for the great day of
battle of God the sovereign Lord!"
"He'll have a stroke if he carries on like that," the old ladies whispered.
Tony continued. "This is the day when I come like a thief! Happy the
man who stays awake and keeps on his clothes, so that he will not have
to go naked and ashamed for all to see!"
Some small children sat at the front looked terrified.
"This is the Word of the Lord!"
Tony sat down. The second reading was a much calmer passage from
Romans. Jenna smiled when Reverend Morris took to the pulpit, ready to
deliver his sermon.
"Today, I'd like to talk all about love, forgiveness and honesty," he
began. "I'm sure you've all heard that old saying. If you love someone,
let them go. Why not hold onto them if you love them?
Isn't love supposed to be fighting for that person no matter what?
Through the fights, the struggles, and the pain, shouldn't we keep
trying to keep the relationship going? The true meaning of loving
someone and letting them go starts with being selfless, not selfish.
There is another old saying. Honesty is the best policy. Ladies and
gentlemen, I am going to be honest with you all today. My wife Lucy and I
are getting divorced.
Several loud gasps arose from the congregation. Jenna glanced round,
trying to remain composed. She shifted anxiously in the uncomfortable
pew. Was the vicar going to mention her name?
"That's right. I know this will come as a shock to you all. You see,
both of us have fallen for different people. Now, whilst we may no
longer have romantic love for each other, we still care about each
other. As you know, Lucy and I have a young son, Christopher, and his
welfare is of paramount importance. Our split has been completely
amicable. Lucy has moved out of the vicarage and we have agreed a 50/50
shared custody,”
Josh looked up at the vicar in sympathetic understanding, as did
Gordon. Meanwhile, some of the old ladies looked to be on the verge of
nervous breakdowns. Jenna's heart was pounding.
"I'm not asking for forgiveness," Reverend Morris continued. "I know
what some of you must be thinking. What sort of vicar preaches about the
sanctity of marriage, and seven deadly sins, the shame of sin, and lo,
he has sinned himself. I won't think ill of any of you. I have spoken to
God and believe he has forgiven Lucy and I."
Suddenly, Tony stood up. "Good for ya, Vicar! You're a top bloke. You
helped me get off the crack. So like, I'd forgive you anything, man."
He started clapping. Jenna joined in, and moments later, the rest of the
congregation broke out in applause.
Sat at the organ, Gordon was clapping furiously. He noticed Jenna
gazing adoringly at the vicar and gave a wry smile. "I wonder who his
new woman could be?" He said to himself.
Jenna made her way straight to the vicarage after the service ended,
intending to prepare herself ready for Reverend Morris. She was hornier
than usual, and had much to discuss with the vicar. He'd given her a key
to let herself in with.
Alone in the house, Jenna removed her conservative clothing and
changed into a far racier outfit - a short black dress, with lacy red
panties underneath. She was just touching up her makeup, when there was a
knock on the door.
"Oh he's back already," she smiled. The vicarage was only five
minutes from the church. "Guess he didn't bother to go to the church
hall,”
Jenna opened the door. "I'm feeling sinful, oh! Er, hello!"
Instead of the vicar, a stern-looking man who was the spitting image
of Frollo from Disney's Hunchback of Notre Dame, was standing there.
"Good morning," the mystery man replied. The clerical collar, purple
shirt and cross round his neck were obvious indicators that he was a
church person, but Jenna had never seen him before.
"Um, can I help you, sir?"
"Is Reverend Simon Morris in?" the man replied.
"No, he's still at the church. He won't be long. Can I take a message?"
"I'd prefer to come in and wait. I'm Bishop George. The Reverend is expecting me."
The bishop? Yikes, Jenna thought. He's the vicar's boss. I'd better behave myself. She glanced at him as he entered the lounge.
At least, I must try to behave myself,
Bishop George sat down on the couch. "You must be the babysitter?"
Jenna was tempted to lie, but lying to a bishop felt like a great sin, so she declined. "No. I'm, a friend of the vicar."
Bishop George nodded. "Ah yes. I didn't think you were a babysitter.
Seeing as Lucy and Christopher have moved out. I admire your honesty, my
dear."
Jenna froze. Shit. Does he know everything? Did Reverend Morris have
to confess everything to the bishop in private? Or had he been lurking
somewhere in the church earlier and left before she did?
"Would you like a cup of tea?"
"Tea please. Milk and one sugar," Bishop George replied.
"Right, coming up,” Jenna turned and bumped into the coffee table, knocking some books onto the floor.
"Clumsy me," she muttered, and bent down to pick them up, exposing her red lacy panties.
Bishop George wasn't prepared for such a sight and let out a gasp.
A few minutes later, Jenna returned with a cup of tea. "Here you are,
um, Reverend? I'm sorry, I don't know how to address a bishop, I've
never met a bishop before!"
"Just call me George." He replied, taking the cup. "Thanks so much. You must be Jenna, yes?"
"Yes."
"I know about you," he continued. "I spoke to Reverend Morris by
phone a few weeks ago, when the Queen died. There was a notable increase
in his happiness, and I could tell he was really excited about
something. He was eager to tell me that there'd been an increase in
people attending St Michael's. Then he mentioned you. Several times. And
then I realized,”
Jenna sat directly opposite him in an armchair. Her legs were crossed. "What did you realize, George?"
She uncrossed her legs.
Bishop George felt his cheeks flush. She'd removed her panties in the kitchen!
Jenna Pleases the Bishop
Bishop George twitched as a brief tantalizing glimpse of something forbidden was revealed to him.
But the panties, those glorious red lace panties! What had she done with them?
"Well,” he began, a little hoarsely, "you've obviously had quite the effect on him."
"It's like history repeating itself," he added.
"What do mean by that?"
"Oh, nothing." Bishop George muttered, sipping his tea. "You just reminded me of someone I once knew, that's all."
Jenna thought carefully for a moment, trying to read the bishop. So
far, his self-control was admirable. Had she finally met her match with
this man of the church? Behind that stern exterior, she sensed there was
a man in need of some attention. She didn't know how old Bishop George
was, but at a guess he was in his sixties. He was the oldest man she had
encountered so far.
Still, as the old saying goes - many a fine tune played on an old fiddle!
"What do you think of St Michael's, then? You must know all kinds of
churches." Jenna continued, trying to think up idle conversation.
He finished his tea. "Some churches are drawn to controversy in the
same manner that flies are drawn to shite. I'm pleased to say that St
Michael's has resisted that."
"Right. I see. I'm surprised you haven't cut yourself with that tongue of yours, Bishop George!"
He reclined slightly in the armchair. "I have drawn blood on several
occasions. I speak my mind, Jenna. I can't stand these churches who
abandon their core purpose in an attempt to woo those who have no
interest in ever following the teachings of God. I'm talking about those
"trendy vicars" who install helter-skelters, massive art installations
and the like in ancient churches and cathedrals. A church is a place of
worship, not bloody Alton Towers,”
"Oh yes. You're right," Jenna said. "I'd better make sure I keep on your good side, then!"
Bishop George gave a slight grin. "And tell me, how would you keep on my good side, Jenna?"
"I prefer to show rather than tell!" He straightened in his chair as
she walked over to him. "You seem rather tense, Bishop. I think you need
to relax!" Jenna chuckled and sat in his lap. Initially shocked, Bishop
George soon slid his arms around her.
"There you are. Beginning to enjoy yourself?" She said, playfully running a finger around his clerical collar.
"It's been a long time since I enjoyed myself like this," he
murmured, planting kisses along her neck and jawline. One of his hands
slid round and inside her low-cut dress. Bishop George cupped a breast,
gently squeezing it, pinching the nipple. Jenna moaned at his sensual
fondling. A powerful desire deep within the bishop began to stir also.
The ease at which this young woman had penetrated his unforgiving
exterior, stunned him. He was pleasantly surprised at how painfully hard
he quickly became, and his cock ached to be freed from his clothing.
Jenna's lips met his and their kisses grew ever more hot and demanding.
Her hand slid down and brushed his crotch. There was no hiding the bulge
of his arousal.
"Oh Bishop!" Jenna cooed, rubbing it. He let out a moan. She
unbuttoned the lower buttons of his shirt and started on his belt.
Resigned to his fate, Bishop George happily reclined in the chair.
And then Jenna got a surprise as she unzipped his trousers. "Oh my.
What pretty panties." She never imagined the bishop would be wearing
women's underwear.
Bishop George froze, as his secret was revealed. "Damn." He'd
forgotten he'd put those on. "It's a fetish," he prattled nervously. "I,
I can't help it. It's a need I have."
"Hey, nothing wrong with that, Bishop." Jenna replied. "I love
wearing silk ones too. But right now, I'm more interested in what's
inside your panties,”
She pulled them down, wrapped her fingers around his cock and gently
stroked it. For an older guy, the bishop certainly had a nice-looking
cock. "Umm. How tempting!"
"It's been quite a while since it last saw any use."
"What a shame. Let's change that, shall we?"
Jenna moved down between Bishop George's legs as he sat up slightly
with a cushion behind his back. She took his cock in her hands and while
she looked into his dark brown eyes, she began licking and sucking the
thick shaft. On her knees so she could get the entire length in her
mouth, one hand holding his balls gently. Soon her head was bobbing on
the bishop's cock, the shaft wet and glistening.
Bishop George was in heaven; groaning in ecstasy as this red-haired
beauty worked his member. It had been too long, and he relished every
second of this sweet pleasure.
"Oh Bishop, I have to convince myself to stop licking and sucking it,
and fight the impulse to have you cum in my mouth." Jenna said, as she
stopped. "I want your cum in my cunt."
Without further hesitation, Bishop George rose from the chair and led
her over to the dining table. He didn't even bother to push the table
mats aside as he heaved her up on the oak surface, lifting up her dress
and pushing her backwards. His tongue ran long, hard strokes up her
inner thighs. He shoved her clothing up more, exposing her mound to him.
Jenna lifted a leg over his shoulder, giving him full access. He lapped
her outer lips, tasting her tantalizing wetness. What a cunt! It was as
divine as he imagined.
She gasped and curled her fingers when he slipped a finger inside her
folds. Whilst his bony fingers worked their magic, he sucked on the nub
at the top of her sex. A low moan escaped Jenna's lips. Bishop George
hurriedly cast off his jacket and pushed his trousers and panties down
to his ankles. He grabbed her hips, his cock finding her waiting
passage. Jenna wrapped her legs around his arse and pulled him into her.
Bishop George filled her completely. His thrusts started soft and
gentle, almost loving, but then his pace quickened. He kept an intense
rhythm, hammering in and out of her, with the vigor of a much younger
man. Jenna screamed as she climaxed, burying her face in his shoulder.
Moments later he came, filling her with his pearly cum.
Jenna sat up, feeling his jizz leak from her as he slowly pulled out. Her hand fell to his deflating member, cupping him.
"Well Bishop. I expect you to give a glowing report on St Michael's Church. And its vicar."
"You have my word," Bishop George gasped, getting his breath back.
"Excellent. I have another little gift for you. Jenna slid off the
table and hurried into the kitchen. She returned and handed him her pair
of red lace panties.
"I think they'll look good on you, Bishop!"
Five minutes later, the front door opened and Reverend Morris came in.
"Sorry I've been so long Jenna. I got roped into doing a charity
raffle and, oh!" He froze as he noticed Bishop George sat there. "Um.
George. How are you?"
Bishop George beamed broadly and rose to his feet. "Great to see you
again, Simon!" He shook hands. "Your charming partner Jenna here very
kindly made me a cup of tea."
Stunned by the bishop's change in demeanor, Reverend Morris didn't know what to say. "Oh? You, know
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Reverend Morris anxiously paced back and forth in the lounge. He was
in turmoil; he'd just received a letter from Bishop George, who was
planning to visit him. On top of that, he'd been agonizing all day how
to finally tell Lucy that their marriage was over. The past few weeks
had seen his safe and somewhat dull life turned upside down. Ever since
that romp with Jenna Fox in the vestry. What seemed to be a wild,
one-off had now morphed into a passionate relationship. Now the vicar
was seriously falling in love with the much younger woman.
And what about Christopher? His four-year old son had just started
school. Now a way would have to be found to gently break the news that
Mummy and Daddy would no longer be living together. How would he cope
with that? Then there would be the gossips at church. Some of the older
members of the congregation would tut and register their disapproval. A
vicar of all people, a role model and pillar of the community, cheating
on his wife with a woman twenty years his junior! Every week he preached
about being a good Christian. Now he couldn't help but feel he was
nothing but a hypocrite.
"Bishop George won't take kindly to this," he remarked. The man was known not to suffer fools gladly.
Hearing Lucy's car pull up on the drive, Reverend Morris took a deep
breath. It was confession time. He fiddled with his thumbs as the front
door opened.
"Hello, um, oh you're back a bit later than normal? Um, where's Christopher?"
"I dropped him off at your mum's," Lucy replied. "Simon, we need to
talk. I have to tell you something really important. It can't wait."
"I, had a feeling you might say that. There's something I need to tell you too, you see I,”
Lucy took his hand and beckoned him to sit next to her on the settee.
"Simon. I've not been honest with you for some time now. It's not
fair, and you have every right to feel angry. I've treated you terribly
these past few years, pushing you away, shutting you out. Then six
months ago, it happened. This is hard for me to explain,”
"Please tell me," Reverend Morris replied. "Is there, someone else?"
Lucy sighed. "Yes. I, I'm so sorry, Simon."
Suddenly, the reverend felt less guilty. That they'd both met other
people made it more bearable. But there was still their son to think
about.
"I see. Is he, someone from church?"
"Yes, but, it's she," Lucy replied.
Reverend Morris blinked. "She? Oh,”
"Debbie Adams, you know, she teaches at the Sunday school? That's why
it's been so difficult. So yeah, it's 2022, but it's still hard to be
gay, and a vicar's wife. Especially in a tight-knit community like St
Michael's. Many nights, I have sat and prayed to God. I asked him for
courage and forgiveness. For how I have sinned."
He took her hand. "I'm happy you found the courage to be yourself. And to fall in love isn't a sin, Lucy."
"You're a wonderful man, Simon. You're being so understanding about
this. I've been dreading saying anything, but I needn't have worried."
Reverend Morris awkwardly scratched the back of his head. "I would've
supported you no matter what. Um, but I guess now's the right time to
confess that I've been seeing someone else too."
Lucy smiled. "Oh really?"
"Um, you know Jenna? She goes to church. Jenna Fox?"
"Blimey, Simon. Oh yes. I've seen her. She is really attractive, not my type, but a stunner. I can see why you fell for her."
Reverend Morris' face was turning red. "I worry about the age gap
though, I mean she's twenty and I've just turned forty, that's not a
good look is it? Others will disapprove."
"Simon, love is love. These others you speak of will just have to deal with it."
"Bishop George won't approve. He's planning to visit me in the next few days."
"I don't think he's the monster you make him out to be. He seems
pretty liberal deep down. Didn't he once have a much younger wife?" Lucy
asked.
"Yes, she was called Julia. She left him for a Catholic priest."
"Ouch."
"Who was older than him! The priest was defrocked of course and he
and Julia emigrated to the Costa del Sol, where they now run a
beachfront bar called Unholy Orders,”
"About Christopher," Lucy began. "We should tell him together."
Reverend Morris nodded.
Another Sunday and another morning Eucharist at St Michael's. Josh
the curate was at the door, welcoming the faithful. Yulia and a group of
other young woman grinned at him as they went inside. Normally, Josh
would've nodded and blushed, but not anymore. Today he shook their
hands, smiled back and had a little chat with them. When he noticed
Jenna approaching, the curate's smile widened some more.
"Hello Jenna!"
"Good morning!" Jenna said. "Nice day for it."
"Nice day for what?" Josh replied, winking at her.
"Naughty boy. Nice day for a church service of course! Looks like you
have some female admirers over there," she said, glancing at Yulia and
her friends.
There was a notable absence in the church - John Norris and his wife
were nowhere to be seen. The gossip-mongering pensioners who sat in the
front pew wasted no time in digesting this new information.
"Well I heard that he moved out for a few days. They had a blazing row at the Harvest Social."
"Margaret saw Patricia on the bus. Talk about having the wind taken out of your sails. She was beside herself."
"Best place for her. A poison-tongued harpy of the highest order! I
feel sorry for John. He doesn't need that sort of upset. He's on
beta-blockers. They've decided to have a few days in Wales, to try and
patch things up."
"If my husband had been writing the sort of stuff like Patricia put on the Internet, I'd have told him to sling his hook!"
Tony had volunteered to read the first reading, which was from the
Book of Revelation. He twitched and sniffed as he spoke, and got a
little carried away as he went on.
"Then I saw coming from the mouth of the dragon, the mouth of the
beast, and the mouth of the false prophet, three foul spirits like
frogs. These spirits were devils, with power to work miracles. They were
sent out to muster all the kings of the world for the great day of
battle of God the sovereign Lord!"
"He'll have a stroke if he carries on like that," the old ladies whispered.
Tony continued. "This is the day when I come like a thief! Happy the
man who stays awake and keeps on his clothes, so that he will not have
to go naked and ashamed for all to see!"
Some small children sat at the front looked terrified.
"This is the Word of the Lord!"
Tony sat down. The second reading was a much calmer passage from
Romans. Jenna smiled when Reverend Morris took to the pulpit, ready to
deliver his sermon.
"Today, I'd like to talk all about love, forgiveness and honesty," he
began. "I'm sure you've all heard that old saying. If you love someone,
let them go. Why not hold onto them if you love them?
Isn't love supposed to be fighting for that person no matter what?
Through the fights, the struggles, and the pain, shouldn't we keep
trying to keep the relationship going? The true meaning of loving
someone and letting them go starts with being selfless, not selfish.
There is another old saying. Honesty is the best policy. Ladies and
gentlemen, I am going to be honest with you all today. My wife Lucy and I
are getting divorced.
Several loud gasps arose from the congregation. Jenna glanced round,
trying to remain composed. She shifted anxiously in the uncomfortable
pew. Was the vicar going to mention her name?
"That's right. I know this will come as a shock to you all. You see,
both of us have fallen for different people. Now, whilst we may no
longer have romantic love for each other, we still care about each
other. As you know, Lucy and I have a young son, Christopher, and his
welfare is of paramount importance. Our split has been completely
amicable. Lucy has moved out of the vicarage and we have agreed a 50/50
shared custody,”
Josh looked up at the vicar in sympathetic understanding, as did
Gordon. Meanwhile, some of the old ladies looked to be on the verge of
nervous breakdowns. Jenna's heart was pounding.
"I'm not asking for forgiveness," Reverend Morris continued. "I know
what some of you must be thinking. What sort of vicar preaches about the
sanctity of marriage, and seven deadly sins, the shame of sin, and lo,
he has sinned himself. I won't think ill of any of you. I have spoken to
God and believe he has forgiven Lucy and I."
Suddenly, Tony stood up. "Good for ya, Vicar! You're a top bloke. You
helped me get off the crack. So like, I'd forgive you anything, man."
He started clapping. Jenna joined in, and moments later, the rest of the
congregation broke out in applause.
Sat at the organ, Gordon was clapping furiously. He noticed Jenna
gazing adoringly at the vicar and gave a wry smile. "I wonder who his
new woman could be?" He said to himself.
Jenna made her way straight to the vicarage after the service ended,
intending to prepare herself ready for Reverend Morris. She was hornier
than usual, and had much to discuss with the vicar. He'd given her a key
to let herself in with.
Alone in the house, Jenna removed her conservative clothing and
changed into a far racier outfit - a short black dress, with lacy red
panties underneath. She was just touching up her makeup, when there was a
knock on the door.
"Oh he's back already," she smiled. The vicarage was only five
minutes from the church. "Guess he didn't bother to go to the church
hall,”
Jenna opened the door. "I'm feeling sinful, oh! Er, hello!"
Instead of the vicar, a stern-looking man who was the spitting image
of Frollo from Disney's Hunchback of Notre Dame, was standing there.
"Good morning," the mystery man replied. The clerical collar, purple
shirt and cross round his neck were obvious indicators that he was a
church person, but Jenna had never seen him before.
"Um, can I help you, sir?"
"Is Reverend Simon Morris in?" the man replied.
"No, he's still at the church. He won't be long. Can I take a message?"
"I'd prefer to come in and wait. I'm Bishop George. The Reverend is expecting me."
The bishop? Yikes, Jenna thought. He's the vicar's boss. I'd better behave myself. She glanced at him as he entered the lounge.
At least, I must try to behave myself,
Bishop George sat down on the couch. "You must be the babysitter?"
Jenna was tempted to lie, but lying to a bishop felt like a great sin, so she declined. "No. I'm, a friend of the vicar."
Bishop George nodded. "Ah yes. I didn't think you were a babysitter.
Seeing as Lucy and Christopher have moved out. I admire your honesty, my
dear."
Jenna froze. Shit. Does he know everything? Did Reverend Morris have
to confess everything to the bishop in private? Or had he been lurking
somewhere in the church earlier and left before she did?
"Would you like a cup of tea?"
"Tea please. Milk and one sugar," Bishop George replied.
"Right, coming up,” Jenna turned and bumped into the coffee table, knocking some books onto the floor.
"Clumsy me," she muttered, and bent down to pick them up, exposing her red lacy panties.
Bishop George wasn't prepared for such a sight and let out a gasp.
A few minutes later, Jenna returned with a cup of tea. "Here you are,
um, Reverend? I'm sorry, I don't know how to address a bishop, I've
never met a bishop before!"
"Just call me George." He replied, taking the cup. "Thanks so much. You must be Jenna, yes?"
"Yes."
"I know about you," he continued. "I spoke to Reverend Morris by
phone a few weeks ago, when the Queen died. There was a notable increase
in his happiness, and I could tell he was really excited about
something. He was eager to tell me that there'd been an increase in
people attending St Michael's. Then he mentioned you. Several times. And
then I realized,”
Jenna sat directly opposite him in an armchair. Her legs were crossed. "What did you realize, George?"
She uncrossed her legs.
Bishop George felt his cheeks flush. She'd removed her panties in the kitchen!
Jenna Pleases the Bishop
Bishop George twitched as a brief tantalizing glimpse of something forbidden was revealed to him.
But the panties, those glorious red lace panties! What had she done with them?
"Well,” he began, a little hoarsely, "you've obviously had quite the effect on him."
"It's like history repeating itself," he added.
"What do mean by that?"
"Oh, nothing." Bishop George muttered, sipping his tea. "You just reminded me of someone I once knew, that's all."
Jenna thought carefully for a moment, trying to read the bishop. So
far, his self-control was admirable. Had she finally met her match with
this man of the church? Behind that stern exterior, she sensed there was
a man in need of some attention. She didn't know how old Bishop George
was, but at a guess he was in his sixties. He was the oldest man she had
encountered so far.
Still, as the old saying goes - many a fine tune played on an old fiddle!
"What do you think of St Michael's, then? You must know all kinds of
churches." Jenna continued, trying to think up idle conversation.
He finished his tea. "Some churches are drawn to controversy in the
same manner that flies are drawn to shite. I'm pleased to say that St
Michael's has resisted that."
"Right. I see. I'm surprised you haven't cut yourself with that tongue of yours, Bishop George!"
He reclined slightly in the armchair. "I have drawn blood on several
occasions. I speak my mind, Jenna. I can't stand these churches who
abandon their core purpose in an attempt to woo those who have no
interest in ever following the teachings of God. I'm talking about those
"trendy vicars" who install helter-skelters, massive art installations
and the like in ancient churches and cathedrals. A church is a place of
worship, not bloody Alton Towers,”
"Oh yes. You're right," Jenna said. "I'd better make sure I keep on your good side, then!"
Bishop George gave a slight grin. "And tell me, how would you keep on my good side, Jenna?"
"I prefer to show rather than tell!" He straightened in his chair as
she walked over to him. "You seem rather tense, Bishop. I think you need
to relax!" Jenna chuckled and sat in his lap. Initially shocked, Bishop
George soon slid his arms around her.
"There you are. Beginning to enjoy yourself?" She said, playfully running a finger around his clerical collar.
"It's been a long time since I enjoyed myself like this," he
murmured, planting kisses along her neck and jawline. One of his hands
slid round and inside her low-cut dress. Bishop George cupped a breast,
gently squeezing it, pinching the nipple. Jenna moaned at his sensual
fondling. A powerful desire deep within the bishop began to stir also.
The ease at which this young woman had penetrated his unforgiving
exterior, stunned him. He was pleasantly surprised at how painfully hard
he quickly became, and his cock ached to be freed from his clothing.
Jenna's lips met his and their kisses grew ever more hot and demanding.
Her hand slid down and brushed his crotch. There was no hiding the bulge
of his arousal.
"Oh Bishop!" Jenna cooed, rubbing it. He let out a moan. She
unbuttoned the lower buttons of his shirt and started on his belt.
Resigned to his fate, Bishop George happily reclined in the chair.
And then Jenna got a surprise as she unzipped his trousers. "Oh my.
What pretty panties." She never imagined the bishop would be wearing
women's underwear.
Bishop George froze, as his secret was revealed. "Damn." He'd
forgotten he'd put those on. "It's a fetish," he prattled nervously. "I,
I can't help it. It's a need I have."
"Hey, nothing wrong with that, Bishop." Jenna replied. "I love
wearing silk ones too. But right now, I'm more interested in what's
inside your panties,”
She pulled them down, wrapped her fingers around his cock and gently
stroked it. For an older guy, the bishop certainly had a nice-looking
cock. "Umm. How tempting!"
"It's been quite a while since it last saw any use."
"What a shame. Let's change that, shall we?"
Jenna moved down between Bishop George's legs as he sat up slightly
with a cushion behind his back. She took his cock in her hands and while
she looked into his dark brown eyes, she began licking and sucking the
thick shaft. On her knees so she could get the entire length in her
mouth, one hand holding his balls gently. Soon her head was bobbing on
the bishop's cock, the shaft wet and glistening.
Bishop George was in heaven; groaning in ecstasy as this red-haired
beauty worked his member. It had been too long, and he relished every
second of this sweet pleasure.
"Oh Bishop, I have to convince myself to stop licking and sucking it,
and fight the impulse to have you cum in my mouth." Jenna said, as she
stopped. "I want your cum in my cunt."
Without further hesitation, Bishop George rose from the chair and led
her over to the dining table. He didn't even bother to push the table
mats aside as he heaved her up on the oak surface, lifting up her dress
and pushing her backwards. His tongue ran long, hard strokes up her
inner thighs. He shoved her clothing up more, exposing her mound to him.
Jenna lifted a leg over his shoulder, giving him full access. He lapped
her outer lips, tasting her tantalizing wetness. What a cunt! It was as
divine as he imagined.
She gasped and curled her fingers when he slipped a finger inside her
folds. Whilst his bony fingers worked their magic, he sucked on the nub
at the top of her sex. A low moan escaped Jenna's lips. Bishop George
hurriedly cast off his jacket and pushed his trousers and panties down
to his ankles. He grabbed her hips, his cock finding her waiting
passage. Jenna wrapped her legs around his arse and pulled him into her.
Bishop George filled her completely. His thrusts started soft and
gentle, almost loving, but then his pace quickened. He kept an intense
rhythm, hammering in and out of her, with the vigor of a much younger
man. Jenna screamed as she climaxed, burying her face in his shoulder.
Moments later he came, filling her with his pearly cum.
Jenna sat up, feeling his jizz leak from her as he slowly pulled out. Her hand fell to his deflating member, cupping him.
"Well Bishop. I expect you to give a glowing report on St Michael's Church. And its vicar."
"You have my word," Bishop George gasped, getting his breath back.
"Excellent. I have another little gift for you. Jenna slid off the
table and hurried into the kitchen. She returned and handed him her pair
of red lace panties.
"I think they'll look good on you, Bishop!"
Five minutes later, the front door opened and Reverend Morris came in.
"Sorry I've been so long Jenna. I got roped into doing a charity
raffle and, oh!" He froze as he noticed Bishop George sat there. "Um.
George. How are you?"
Bishop George beamed broadly and rose to his feet. "Great to see you
again, Simon!" He shook hands. "Your charming partner Jenna here very
kindly made me a cup of tea."
Stunned by the bishop's change in demeanor, Reverend Morris didn't know what to say. "Oh? You, know
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