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Jenna, the Vicar’s Wife: Part 1
A sequel to "Jenna Goes to Church"
By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
A sequel to "Jenna Goes to Church. More fun with the ever-horny Jenna and the good chaps of St. Michael's church and beyond!
At the Vicarage Social, Jenna meets an ordained Priest.
A full year had passed since Jenna Fox had started attending St
Michael's church. During that time, she'd carried out God's work and in
the true Christian spirit, brought much happiness to several male
members of the church, thus helping them to become better Christians. In
her new role as a vicar's wife, she finds there are still many other
men of the church in need of guidance,
Reverend Simon Morris and his wife Jenna were holding their annual
November social at the vicarage. November always seemed such a
depressing month, when, after the initial excitement of Guy Fawkes
Night, nothing much happened. Christmas was still a little too far away,
although the shops had been selling festive stuff since September. It
got earlier every year.
The usual members of St. Michaels church were in attendance, Gordon
Leesmith the church organist and choirmaster, Josh the curate, Bishop
George, Yulia et al, plus a few new faces from other churches that Jenna
hadn't seen before.
Jenna was wearing a low-cut, black velvet dress and a diamond
encrusted cross necklace. A couple of times, she caught a tall,
serious-looking man in the corner of the room staring at her. He quickly
averted his eyes when she looked at him.
"Wonder who he is?" The chap was clad in black and wearing a clerical
collar, so evidently a vicar or priest of some kind. She knew most of
the clergy at the local churches, but had never seen this guy before.
Gordon was circulating, and on the hunt for a toilet. Beer always went straight to his bladder.
"Great atmosphere Jenna," he said, winking at her. "You look lovely by the way."
"Why thank you," she winked back. "You look rather fine yourself.
That navy blue suit, Umm. We need more men in suits. Down with casual
dress I say!" The organist still turned her on, despite her offloading
him onto Yulia's willing friend Martika. "A shame Martika couldn't
attend tonight."
"Yes, she's been struck down with flu. Been in bed all week."
"Aww." They looked at each other. Gordon's face bore an expression
that was pretty much screaming, "I am unbearably horny and really need a
fuck right now, I know you're the vicar's wife now but I still fancy
you like crazy and miss your lips on my cock, "
"Er is there a downstairs loo here?" He said. "There's a queue for the upstairs one and I'm bursting for a pee."
"Afraid not. Hard to believe in a house this size I know. There's
always the back garden. Plenty of bushes and it's dark." Jenna replied,
and tossing him a crumb of hope, added. "I might join you out there
later."
Gordon's face lit up. "Okay. Thanks!"
Jenna scanned the living room. Presently, her husband appeared. "Nice
to see so many guests. I didn't think so many would turn up!"
"I know, It's great!" Jenna couldn't help but notice that there were
way more male guests than female ones. "I wonder why that is?" She
grinned to herself. "By the way, who's that guy in the corner over
there? He looks like he's at a funeral rather than a vicarage social.
His face could turn milk sour."
Reverend Morris looked. "Oh. That's Father Aiden. He's a Catholic
priest. Only been in this neck of the woods for a few weeks. He's taken
over at St Gregory's. Prior to that he was based in Liverpool. Huge
Irish community there of course, and I believe he was born in Dublin."
"Can't get more stereotypically Irish, can he?" The name, the look:
Father Aiden had black hair, pale blue eyes and a bone-white complexion.
His hairstyle struck Jenna as being somewhat old-fashioned, with
sideburns.
"He'd be good at playing a vampire. Why's he looking so miserable? Is it because he's in a Church of England vicarage?"
Reverend Morris laughed. "Ha! No, my love. All denominations are
welcome at this vicarage, we've got the Oakwood Road Methodist guys here
too and the Living Earth Free Church. From what I've heard, Father
Aiden is just a very serious man. It's just how he is. He's probably
enjoying himself, even though he looks miserable."
"If he's a Catholic priest does that mean, "
"Oh yes. Vow of celibacy."
"That's the real reason he's miserable then!" Jenna replied.
"Indeed. Whilst I respect his vows, personally it's something I could never adhere to!"
"Nope. You like pussy too much, Rev."
"Jenna, shush! You're making me blush!"
"I'm right though."
"You know I can never get enough of your pussy," the vicar whispered
in her ear. "I must go and mingle, before I get another hard-on."
Jenna sensed the moment was right to get to know the mysterious
Father Aiden a bit better. The priest was currently being bored to death
by an elderly woman from St. Michael's who was lamenting the state of
modern Britain.
", And like I keep saying, this country went to the dogs long ago.
Useless, lying politicians, rising crime, rising cost of living.
Unbridled filth peddled on every street corner. I imagine, Father,
coming from a big city like Liverpool, this small town must seem like
paradise to you. Don't be fooled! County lines are a big problem! And
the local park. Would you believe it? It's become a dogging hotspot, "
Father Aiden said nothing and just nodded patiently at her. Sensing he needed rescuing, Jenna cut in.
"Sorry Mrs. Grimes, can I just interrupt and borrow Father Aiden for a minute? I need to discuss something."
"Oh be my guest," the pensioner replied. "He's not got a lot to say."
"Probably because he couldn't get a word in," Jenna muttered under
her breath as Mrs. Grimes shuffled off. "Allow me to introduce myself.
I'm Jenna, Reverend Morris' wife. Nice to meet you, Father Aiden." She
held out her hand, and he reluctantly shook it.
"Hello." The priest spoke at last, in a thick Irish accent, his dour expression unchanging.
"You look rather trapped. Too many people here for your liking?"
"A little." Father Aiden replied. He looked extremely uncomfortable
in Jenna's presence. "I'm still, finding my feet around this area."
"I'm sure you'll settle in just fine, Father. Have you tried any of
the buffet? My husband's a great cook; he's made some great cakes and, "
"Maybe later. I, I would appreciate a cup of tea if possible."
"Oh no problem. Why don't you take a seat in the snug? You'll find it more relaxing in there. Less chatter."
"Thanks." He skulked off. Jenna took a deep breath. "Blimey, what a
cold fish. I'd get better conversation out of a statue. Still, early
days. With a little bit of help, he's bound to open up sooner or later."
Far from putting her off, Father Aiden's stern exterior only served to
fascinate Jenna further. And the fact he was a celibate priest, .hmm.
That couldn't possibly be good for him, could it?
Moments later, she brought him a cup of tea. "Here you go," she said,
putting it on the side table by his chair and taking a seat opposite
him.
"Thanks, Mrs. Morris."
"Jenna, please."
He twitched. "Jenna."
"I've never met a Catholic priest before," Jenna said, and Father
Aiden straightened in the chair and braced himself for the usual
questions he was always asked, usually concerning vows of celibacy. He
swallowed as he noticed how close Jenna was to him.
Damn. She looks so much like Róisín, but even prettier. I can't believe this.
"Well, we're not that rare," he mumbled, sipping his tea.
"I know very little about the Catholic church," Jenna continued.
Nobody in my family is Catholic. Mostly Church of England, and a few
Methodists, "
"I'm sure your husband can help you with any questions you might
have," Father Aiden said, and Jenna wondered if this was his polite way
of saying "please leave me in peace."
Pretending to be upset, Jenna stood up. "I, I'm sure you're right,
Father. I'm sorry for bothering you." She hurried out of the snug.
Alone at last, Father Aiden smacked his forehead. "Why does this keep
happening to me? Why do I always end up saying the wrong thing?"
"Definitely a lot of issues with that one," Jenna smirked to herself.
A couple of chips on both shoulders methinks. I'm not giving up on the
good Father though. Maybe in time, he'll soften a little."
Gordon had successfully relieved himself on the rose bushes in the
vicarage's back garden. "Ah, that's better. I'm sure those plants needed
a good watering," he muttered, zipping up his trousers. Hearing the
back door opening, he spun round.
"Hi there," Jenna smiled. "It's a bit cold out here, Gordon. You'll be getting a chill in your organ pipe."
"Umm. I was hoping you might be able to warm it up."
Jenna glanced round and took him by the hand. "In that case, come with me, "
In the garage, Gordon's face flushed red with lust as Jenna leaned
against a car, hiked up her dress and slipped her hand inside her
drenched black panties. Her aroused smell met his nose and made his
stiff cock throb more than ever. Already his pre-cum was leaking out.
The fact that she was now the vicar's wife, was turning him on even
more.
"Oh God, Jenna. You always know what buttons to press," Gordon groaned, as she ran her hand down his crotch, cupping his bulge.
"Don't you mean which stops to pull out?" She teased, unzipping his
trousers. "Your cock is like the Wurlitzer organ in Blackpool Tower.
It's always rising."
"Ha-ha. That's why it needs you to play it," he chuckled. Jenna ran
her hand down the front of his y-fronts. "Ooh, I'm not the only one here
who's got damp undies!"
Gordon groaned again. Jenna pulled out his cock and squeezed his
balls. As she groped his manhood, she realized just how wet with pre-cum
it was.
"Nice and sticky, just how I like it." She knelt down and teasingly licked the head of his cock before putting it in her mouth.
"Umm yes!" Gordon hissed as the vicar's wife began giving him a good
blow. He'd remembered just how brilliantly Jenna was at giving blowjobs.
Back during that day in church, she'd given him some superb head.
Jenna withdrew and reclined on the bonnet of the car. She rubbed her
neatly-trimmed bush of pubic hair and Gordon knew what she wanted him to
do. With just one finger at first, the organist began tracing circles
around the outside of her wet pussy. Jenna moaned, enjoying the
attention, but wanting more. Sensing this, Gordon spread her pussy lips
with his finger and pushed inside her, spreading her walls and began to
fuck her with it. Then he lowered his head. Very slowly at first,
teasing her into a state of desperate pleasure, he tongued her, savoring
her juices.
"Oh Gordon!" Jenna screamed. She began moving her body in time to his
motions, trying to get his tongue to go even deeper. Then without
warning, Gordon stopped his treatment, as he felt her hand brush against
the head of his prick. "Slide your organ pipe in," she purred, knowing
he got such a kick from these corny phrases.
"With pleasure!"
Positioning the tip of his dick right up against her wet opening, he slid inside her and was soon thrusting with vigor.
"Umm, more Gordon! Yes!"
He continued pumping her hard and fast, pulling almost all the way
out and then slamming his dick all the way back in. He grabbed her hips
to steady himself, still fucking her rapidly. Then their coupled bodies
convulsed ferociously, and Gordon's pulsating member filled Jenna's
snatch with his cum.
"Here endeth the organ lesson," Jenna said, planting a kiss on his lips.
Gordon kissed her back. "Oh thanks Jenna. I enjoyed that immensely."
"And you really needed that!" She replied, adjusting her clothing.
"It's not good for an organist to have so much cum building up like
that, there might be a risk of a ruptured bellows."
Gordon zipped up his trousers. "Far worse than trapped wind!"
They both laughed. "We'd better get back to the party. I'll go first, okay?"
Jenna headed out of the garage. As she walked round the side of the house, she almost walked straight into Father Aiden.
"Oh!" He recoiled in shock. "Mrs, er, Jenna."
"Father Aiden! You made me jump! Don't tell me you're looking for a downstairs toilet too?"
He blinked. "Um no. I was, er, I wanted to apologies for earlier. I
was very rude. Whatever must you think of me? You being the vicar's wife
and all."
"I'd say you're a chap who's just finding his way in a new place,"
Jenna smiled. Even in the dark, his watery blue eyes seemed to be
staring right into her soul. "Anyways, apology accepted!" Before he
could say another word, she planted a kiss on his cheek. "Would you like
another cup of tea, Father?"
Father Aiden clutched his chest as though he'd glimpsed Satan himself. A look of horror on his face.
"What's the matter?" Jenna said, glancing back at him. "My tea isn't that bad is it?"
The Priest is caught masturbating
"Holy Spirit, come into my heart and show me my sins. Give me a
proper spirit of repentance and the grace to make a good confession.
Give me your peace that I might not be anxious but rather trust in your
abundant mercies."
Father Aiden said a prayer to himself. He was anxiously sitting in
his confessional, awaiting the arrival of any lost sheep who were in
need of his guidance. Here of all places, he needed to be focused on his
job as a priest, yet his mind was on other things. Last night, he'd
attended a gathering at St. Michael's vicarage. He hadn't really wanted
to go, as social events made him uncomfortable, but had gone along to
show willing. It had been his first social since he'd left Liverpool.
It had all been going well until he'd met the vicar's wife, Jenna.
The woman had shocked him to the core. She reminded him so much of
Róisín, a twentysomething woman whom he'd developed feelings for back in
Liverpool. He'd come perilously close to breaking his celibacy vows
with her, they'd kissed passionately a couple of times in the
confessional booth, until Father Aiden's nerves and guilt finally got
the better of him and he'd pushed her away. Feeling it best to move on
before things developed into something more serious, he quit his post
and requested to be moved elsewhere. He'd narrowly avoided a scandal.
Father Aiden was thirty-five, and had been a priest for eight years
now. He recalled his early years, growing up in a small village near
Dublin. As rigidly as he'd stuck to his celibacy vows since joining the
priesthood, Father Aiden was no virgin. As an eighteen year old, he'd
been an altar boy at his local church, and lost his virginity to Sara, a
much older married woman who was a member of the congregation. They'd
enjoyed passionate romps in the confessional booths, in the vestry, just
about everywhere. Sara had a very high sex drive and didn't get any
from her dull husband. Then a nightmare situation. Sara had fallen
pregnant. Aiden's world had been rocked.
In their strict Catholic community, even the thought of getting an
abortion was out of the question. Aiden had resigned himself to becoming
a young dad, but then just as he was starting to like the idea, fate
intervened and Sara suffered a miscarriage. He didn't think it would
have affected him so badly, but it did, and he blamed himself. It had
been a punishment from God. From that day on, Father Aiden made up his
mind to become a priest, much to the delight of his parents.
However, much as he tried to bury any sinful urges, Father Aiden
struggled. After Róisín, he hoped he wouldn't be attracted to another
woman, but now he'd seen Jenna Morris, and been immediately smitten.
"Dear God, help me not to be so weak in body and mind. I must cast out these sinful thoughts."
He was interrupted by the sound of someone entering the confessional.
"Bless me Father, for I have sinned." A middle-aged man said. "It's been a week since my last confession."
Father Aiden composed himself and did his duty as a priest.
Jenna grinned as an Amazon delivery van pulled up outside the vicarage.
"Oh good. It's arrived. That was quick."
Reverend Morris was coming down the stairs as she was eagerly opening a parcel.
"What do you think?" Jenna said, holding up a nun costume.
"Ooh sexy. That'll turn heads at the church hall's fancy dress party
next month! How very naughty and sinful. Better hope that Father Aiden
doesn't turn up to that, eh? Might prove a bit too much for him! Talking
of which, would you mind calling at St. Gregory's and dropping off that
book he wanted to borrow?"
"No problem," Jenna replied. She picked up the paperback. "The Seeker
by S G Maclean. Oh, he's into historical fiction is he? Well good to
know he has other interests."
Reverend Morris started laughing. "Heh, I don't know how I coped when
the curate made that joke to him at the social. I know Josh had had way
too much to drink but, dear God, I could've died when he started going
on about Catholic priests lusting after choirboys."
"What? I must've missed that! It must've been when I was f, er, talking to Gordon."
"Yes. Father Aiden didn't see the funny side at all. I don't think
Josh will even remember what he said to him. Anyways, I had to
apologies!"
Jenna couldn't help but snigger. "By the way, who are you going to dress up as for the party?"
"Haven't decided yet. You once said I looked like Prince Edward,
perhaps I should dress as up in Royal robes and get a crown? Anyways, I
must get going. I've got a meeting with Bishop George. What a busy week.
Christopher's coming round tomorrow."
"It's be lovely to see him. If the weather's nice, we can have a day
out somewhere. I know how much he loves dinosaurs, why don't we take him
to the museum?"
"Sounds great! Okay, I'll be back around four. Take care my love. Do
give Father Aiden my best wishes." The vicar embraced her and they
shared a lingering kiss, before he reluctantly tore himself away.
Alone in the house, Jenna turned to the nun costume. Just how would
Father Aiden react? "That would be a risk worth taking," she said out
loud.
Father Aiden had retired to his study. Saturdays were always quiet,
and he relished this calm period. Reclining in a chair, he closed his
eyes,
Slowly, he unbuttoned his cassock. Before long he'd unzipped his
trousers too. He was alone in the privacy of his study. His dick was now
standing fully at attention. With mental images of Jenna Morris filling
his head, Father Aiden took it in his hand and stroked it. He started
talking out loud, as though reading out an erotic story where Jenna was
pleasuring him.
"She settles to her knees between my thighs, opens my cassock and reaches up to open my trousers."
He stopped and moaned.
"My willing lamb Jenna starts by licking the tip, tasting my precum.
It is like silk. She then takes the head into her mouth and sucks it,
darting her tongue into the slit. By now, I am rock hard, but still
silent. She then takes my entire shaft into her mouth and keeps it
there, running her tongue along the bottom. My cock shivers in her
mouth; my only reaction. For what she is about to receive, I know she is
truly thankful."
Father Aiden was furiously pumping his cock up and down. "I gently
place my hand on her head, and utter another prayer. My eyes are c
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A sequel to "Jenna Goes to Church"
By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
A sequel to "Jenna Goes to Church. More fun with the ever-horny Jenna and the good chaps of St. Michael's church and beyond!
At the Vicarage Social, Jenna meets an ordained Priest.
A full year had passed since Jenna Fox had started attending St
Michael's church. During that time, she'd carried out God's work and in
the true Christian spirit, brought much happiness to several male
members of the church, thus helping them to become better Christians. In
her new role as a vicar's wife, she finds there are still many other
men of the church in need of guidance,
Reverend Simon Morris and his wife Jenna were holding their annual
November social at the vicarage. November always seemed such a
depressing month, when, after the initial excitement of Guy Fawkes
Night, nothing much happened. Christmas was still a little too far away,
although the shops had been selling festive stuff since September. It
got earlier every year.
The usual members of St. Michaels church were in attendance, Gordon
Leesmith the church organist and choirmaster, Josh the curate, Bishop
George, Yulia et al, plus a few new faces from other churches that Jenna
hadn't seen before.
Jenna was wearing a low-cut, black velvet dress and a diamond
encrusted cross necklace. A couple of times, she caught a tall,
serious-looking man in the corner of the room staring at her. He quickly
averted his eyes when she looked at him.
"Wonder who he is?" The chap was clad in black and wearing a clerical
collar, so evidently a vicar or priest of some kind. She knew most of
the clergy at the local churches, but had never seen this guy before.
Gordon was circulating, and on the hunt for a toilet. Beer always went straight to his bladder.
"Great atmosphere Jenna," he said, winking at her. "You look lovely by the way."
"Why thank you," she winked back. "You look rather fine yourself.
That navy blue suit, Umm. We need more men in suits. Down with casual
dress I say!" The organist still turned her on, despite her offloading
him onto Yulia's willing friend Martika. "A shame Martika couldn't
attend tonight."
"Yes, she's been struck down with flu. Been in bed all week."
"Aww." They looked at each other. Gordon's face bore an expression
that was pretty much screaming, "I am unbearably horny and really need a
fuck right now, I know you're the vicar's wife now but I still fancy
you like crazy and miss your lips on my cock, "
"Er is there a downstairs loo here?" He said. "There's a queue for the upstairs one and I'm bursting for a pee."
"Afraid not. Hard to believe in a house this size I know. There's
always the back garden. Plenty of bushes and it's dark." Jenna replied,
and tossing him a crumb of hope, added. "I might join you out there
later."
Gordon's face lit up. "Okay. Thanks!"
Jenna scanned the living room. Presently, her husband appeared. "Nice
to see so many guests. I didn't think so many would turn up!"
"I know, It's great!" Jenna couldn't help but notice that there were
way more male guests than female ones. "I wonder why that is?" She
grinned to herself. "By the way, who's that guy in the corner over
there? He looks like he's at a funeral rather than a vicarage social.
His face could turn milk sour."
Reverend Morris looked. "Oh. That's Father Aiden. He's a Catholic
priest. Only been in this neck of the woods for a few weeks. He's taken
over at St Gregory's. Prior to that he was based in Liverpool. Huge
Irish community there of course, and I believe he was born in Dublin."
"Can't get more stereotypically Irish, can he?" The name, the look:
Father Aiden had black hair, pale blue eyes and a bone-white complexion.
His hairstyle struck Jenna as being somewhat old-fashioned, with
sideburns.
"He'd be good at playing a vampire. Why's he looking so miserable? Is it because he's in a Church of England vicarage?"
Reverend Morris laughed. "Ha! No, my love. All denominations are
welcome at this vicarage, we've got the Oakwood Road Methodist guys here
too and the Living Earth Free Church. From what I've heard, Father
Aiden is just a very serious man. It's just how he is. He's probably
enjoying himself, even though he looks miserable."
"If he's a Catholic priest does that mean, "
"Oh yes. Vow of celibacy."
"That's the real reason he's miserable then!" Jenna replied.
"Indeed. Whilst I respect his vows, personally it's something I could never adhere to!"
"Nope. You like pussy too much, Rev."
"Jenna, shush! You're making me blush!"
"I'm right though."
"You know I can never get enough of your pussy," the vicar whispered
in her ear. "I must go and mingle, before I get another hard-on."
Jenna sensed the moment was right to get to know the mysterious
Father Aiden a bit better. The priest was currently being bored to death
by an elderly woman from St. Michael's who was lamenting the state of
modern Britain.
", And like I keep saying, this country went to the dogs long ago.
Useless, lying politicians, rising crime, rising cost of living.
Unbridled filth peddled on every street corner. I imagine, Father,
coming from a big city like Liverpool, this small town must seem like
paradise to you. Don't be fooled! County lines are a big problem! And
the local park. Would you believe it? It's become a dogging hotspot, "
Father Aiden said nothing and just nodded patiently at her. Sensing he needed rescuing, Jenna cut in.
"Sorry Mrs. Grimes, can I just interrupt and borrow Father Aiden for a minute? I need to discuss something."
"Oh be my guest," the pensioner replied. "He's not got a lot to say."
"Probably because he couldn't get a word in," Jenna muttered under
her breath as Mrs. Grimes shuffled off. "Allow me to introduce myself.
I'm Jenna, Reverend Morris' wife. Nice to meet you, Father Aiden." She
held out her hand, and he reluctantly shook it.
"Hello." The priest spoke at last, in a thick Irish accent, his dour expression unchanging.
"You look rather trapped. Too many people here for your liking?"
"A little." Father Aiden replied. He looked extremely uncomfortable
in Jenna's presence. "I'm still, finding my feet around this area."
"I'm sure you'll settle in just fine, Father. Have you tried any of
the buffet? My husband's a great cook; he's made some great cakes and, "
"Maybe later. I, I would appreciate a cup of tea if possible."
"Oh no problem. Why don't you take a seat in the snug? You'll find it more relaxing in there. Less chatter."
"Thanks." He skulked off. Jenna took a deep breath. "Blimey, what a
cold fish. I'd get better conversation out of a statue. Still, early
days. With a little bit of help, he's bound to open up sooner or later."
Far from putting her off, Father Aiden's stern exterior only served to
fascinate Jenna further. And the fact he was a celibate priest, .hmm.
That couldn't possibly be good for him, could it?
Moments later, she brought him a cup of tea. "Here you go," she said,
putting it on the side table by his chair and taking a seat opposite
him.
"Thanks, Mrs. Morris."
"Jenna, please."
He twitched. "Jenna."
"I've never met a Catholic priest before," Jenna said, and Father
Aiden straightened in the chair and braced himself for the usual
questions he was always asked, usually concerning vows of celibacy. He
swallowed as he noticed how close Jenna was to him.
Damn. She looks so much like Róisín, but even prettier. I can't believe this.
"Well, we're not that rare," he mumbled, sipping his tea.
"I know very little about the Catholic church," Jenna continued.
Nobody in my family is Catholic. Mostly Church of England, and a few
Methodists, "
"I'm sure your husband can help you with any questions you might
have," Father Aiden said, and Jenna wondered if this was his polite way
of saying "please leave me in peace."
Pretending to be upset, Jenna stood up. "I, I'm sure you're right,
Father. I'm sorry for bothering you." She hurried out of the snug.
Alone at last, Father Aiden smacked his forehead. "Why does this keep
happening to me? Why do I always end up saying the wrong thing?"
"Definitely a lot of issues with that one," Jenna smirked to herself.
A couple of chips on both shoulders methinks. I'm not giving up on the
good Father though. Maybe in time, he'll soften a little."
Gordon had successfully relieved himself on the rose bushes in the
vicarage's back garden. "Ah, that's better. I'm sure those plants needed
a good watering," he muttered, zipping up his trousers. Hearing the
back door opening, he spun round.
"Hi there," Jenna smiled. "It's a bit cold out here, Gordon. You'll be getting a chill in your organ pipe."
"Umm. I was hoping you might be able to warm it up."
Jenna glanced round and took him by the hand. "In that case, come with me, "
In the garage, Gordon's face flushed red with lust as Jenna leaned
against a car, hiked up her dress and slipped her hand inside her
drenched black panties. Her aroused smell met his nose and made his
stiff cock throb more than ever. Already his pre-cum was leaking out.
The fact that she was now the vicar's wife, was turning him on even
more.
"Oh God, Jenna. You always know what buttons to press," Gordon groaned, as she ran her hand down his crotch, cupping his bulge.
"Don't you mean which stops to pull out?" She teased, unzipping his
trousers. "Your cock is like the Wurlitzer organ in Blackpool Tower.
It's always rising."
"Ha-ha. That's why it needs you to play it," he chuckled. Jenna ran
her hand down the front of his y-fronts. "Ooh, I'm not the only one here
who's got damp undies!"
Gordon groaned again. Jenna pulled out his cock and squeezed his
balls. As she groped his manhood, she realized just how wet with pre-cum
it was.
"Nice and sticky, just how I like it." She knelt down and teasingly licked the head of his cock before putting it in her mouth.
"Umm yes!" Gordon hissed as the vicar's wife began giving him a good
blow. He'd remembered just how brilliantly Jenna was at giving blowjobs.
Back during that day in church, she'd given him some superb head.
Jenna withdrew and reclined on the bonnet of the car. She rubbed her
neatly-trimmed bush of pubic hair and Gordon knew what she wanted him to
do. With just one finger at first, the organist began tracing circles
around the outside of her wet pussy. Jenna moaned, enjoying the
attention, but wanting more. Sensing this, Gordon spread her pussy lips
with his finger and pushed inside her, spreading her walls and began to
fuck her with it. Then he lowered his head. Very slowly at first,
teasing her into a state of desperate pleasure, he tongued her, savoring
her juices.
"Oh Gordon!" Jenna screamed. She began moving her body in time to his
motions, trying to get his tongue to go even deeper. Then without
warning, Gordon stopped his treatment, as he felt her hand brush against
the head of his prick. "Slide your organ pipe in," she purred, knowing
he got such a kick from these corny phrases.
"With pleasure!"
Positioning the tip of his dick right up against her wet opening, he slid inside her and was soon thrusting with vigor.
"Umm, more Gordon! Yes!"
He continued pumping her hard and fast, pulling almost all the way
out and then slamming his dick all the way back in. He grabbed her hips
to steady himself, still fucking her rapidly. Then their coupled bodies
convulsed ferociously, and Gordon's pulsating member filled Jenna's
snatch with his cum.
"Here endeth the organ lesson," Jenna said, planting a kiss on his lips.
Gordon kissed her back. "Oh thanks Jenna. I enjoyed that immensely."
"And you really needed that!" She replied, adjusting her clothing.
"It's not good for an organist to have so much cum building up like
that, there might be a risk of a ruptured bellows."
Gordon zipped up his trousers. "Far worse than trapped wind!"
They both laughed. "We'd better get back to the party. I'll go first, okay?"
Jenna headed out of the garage. As she walked round the side of the house, she almost walked straight into Father Aiden.
"Oh!" He recoiled in shock. "Mrs, er, Jenna."
"Father Aiden! You made me jump! Don't tell me you're looking for a downstairs toilet too?"
He blinked. "Um no. I was, er, I wanted to apologies for earlier. I
was very rude. Whatever must you think of me? You being the vicar's wife
and all."
"I'd say you're a chap who's just finding his way in a new place,"
Jenna smiled. Even in the dark, his watery blue eyes seemed to be
staring right into her soul. "Anyways, apology accepted!" Before he
could say another word, she planted a kiss on his cheek. "Would you like
another cup of tea, Father?"
Father Aiden clutched his chest as though he'd glimpsed Satan himself. A look of horror on his face.
"What's the matter?" Jenna said, glancing back at him. "My tea isn't that bad is it?"
The Priest is caught masturbating
"Holy Spirit, come into my heart and show me my sins. Give me a
proper spirit of repentance and the grace to make a good confession.
Give me your peace that I might not be anxious but rather trust in your
abundant mercies."
Father Aiden said a prayer to himself. He was anxiously sitting in
his confessional, awaiting the arrival of any lost sheep who were in
need of his guidance. Here of all places, he needed to be focused on his
job as a priest, yet his mind was on other things. Last night, he'd
attended a gathering at St. Michael's vicarage. He hadn't really wanted
to go, as social events made him uncomfortable, but had gone along to
show willing. It had been his first social since he'd left Liverpool.
It had all been going well until he'd met the vicar's wife, Jenna.
The woman had shocked him to the core. She reminded him so much of
Róisín, a twentysomething woman whom he'd developed feelings for back in
Liverpool. He'd come perilously close to breaking his celibacy vows
with her, they'd kissed passionately a couple of times in the
confessional booth, until Father Aiden's nerves and guilt finally got
the better of him and he'd pushed her away. Feeling it best to move on
before things developed into something more serious, he quit his post
and requested to be moved elsewhere. He'd narrowly avoided a scandal.
Father Aiden was thirty-five, and had been a priest for eight years
now. He recalled his early years, growing up in a small village near
Dublin. As rigidly as he'd stuck to his celibacy vows since joining the
priesthood, Father Aiden was no virgin. As an eighteen year old, he'd
been an altar boy at his local church, and lost his virginity to Sara, a
much older married woman who was a member of the congregation. They'd
enjoyed passionate romps in the confessional booths, in the vestry, just
about everywhere. Sara had a very high sex drive and didn't get any
from her dull husband. Then a nightmare situation. Sara had fallen
pregnant. Aiden's world had been rocked.
In their strict Catholic community, even the thought of getting an
abortion was out of the question. Aiden had resigned himself to becoming
a young dad, but then just as he was starting to like the idea, fate
intervened and Sara suffered a miscarriage. He didn't think it would
have affected him so badly, but it did, and he blamed himself. It had
been a punishment from God. From that day on, Father Aiden made up his
mind to become a priest, much to the delight of his parents.
However, much as he tried to bury any sinful urges, Father Aiden
struggled. After Róisín, he hoped he wouldn't be attracted to another
woman, but now he'd seen Jenna Morris, and been immediately smitten.
"Dear God, help me not to be so weak in body and mind. I must cast out these sinful thoughts."
He was interrupted by the sound of someone entering the confessional.
"Bless me Father, for I have sinned." A middle-aged man said. "It's been a week since my last confession."
Father Aiden composed himself and did his duty as a priest.
Jenna grinned as an Amazon delivery van pulled up outside the vicarage.
"Oh good. It's arrived. That was quick."
Reverend Morris was coming down the stairs as she was eagerly opening a parcel.
"What do you think?" Jenna said, holding up a nun costume.
"Ooh sexy. That'll turn heads at the church hall's fancy dress party
next month! How very naughty and sinful. Better hope that Father Aiden
doesn't turn up to that, eh? Might prove a bit too much for him! Talking
of which, would you mind calling at St. Gregory's and dropping off that
book he wanted to borrow?"
"No problem," Jenna replied. She picked up the paperback. "The Seeker
by S G Maclean. Oh, he's into historical fiction is he? Well good to
know he has other interests."
Reverend Morris started laughing. "Heh, I don't know how I coped when
the curate made that joke to him at the social. I know Josh had had way
too much to drink but, dear God, I could've died when he started going
on about Catholic priests lusting after choirboys."
"What? I must've missed that! It must've been when I was f, er, talking to Gordon."
"Yes. Father Aiden didn't see the funny side at all. I don't think
Josh will even remember what he said to him. Anyways, I had to
apologies!"
Jenna couldn't help but snigger. "By the way, who are you going to dress up as for the party?"
"Haven't decided yet. You once said I looked like Prince Edward,
perhaps I should dress as up in Royal robes and get a crown? Anyways, I
must get going. I've got a meeting with Bishop George. What a busy week.
Christopher's coming round tomorrow."
"It's be lovely to see him. If the weather's nice, we can have a day
out somewhere. I know how much he loves dinosaurs, why don't we take him
to the museum?"
"Sounds great! Okay, I'll be back around four. Take care my love. Do
give Father Aiden my best wishes." The vicar embraced her and they
shared a lingering kiss, before he reluctantly tore himself away.
Alone in the house, Jenna turned to the nun costume. Just how would
Father Aiden react? "That would be a risk worth taking," she said out
loud.
Father Aiden had retired to his study. Saturdays were always quiet,
and he relished this calm period. Reclining in a chair, he closed his
eyes,
Slowly, he unbuttoned his cassock. Before long he'd unzipped his
trousers too. He was alone in the privacy of his study. His dick was now
standing fully at attention. With mental images of Jenna Morris filling
his head, Father Aiden took it in his hand and stroked it. He started
talking out loud, as though reading out an erotic story where Jenna was
pleasuring him.
"She settles to her knees between my thighs, opens my cassock and reaches up to open my trousers."
He stopped and moaned.
"My willing lamb Jenna starts by licking the tip, tasting my precum.
It is like silk. She then takes the head into her mouth and sucks it,
darting her tongue into the slit. By now, I am rock hard, but still
silent. She then takes my entire shaft into her mouth and keeps it
there, running her tongue along the bottom. My cock shivers in her
mouth; my only reaction. For what she is about to receive, I know she is
truly thankful."
Father Aiden was furiously pumping his cock up and down. "I gently
place my hand on her head, and utter another prayer. My eyes are c
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