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Jenna Goes To Church: Part 3

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Jenna Goes To Church: Part 3
A Visit From The Bishop

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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 G

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