But she finds new Uses For Old Organ Pipes.
A series in 17 parts, by Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
The
third Sunday of Lent had arrived. Reverend Morris was counting down the
days until Easter in the same way a prisoner counts down the days until
their release. He was dreading today's morning Eucharist after the
embarrassment of last week.
"I still can't believe I was stupid enough to mix up that erotic story with my sermon!" He exclaimed. "Why did I print it out?"
"Ah
relax, Simon. It was a fantastic first attempt, and that vicar from
Manchester seemed to enjoy it!" Jenna replied, making herself a coffee.
"Yes
I know but, well I suppose you're right. Nobody made a complaint. I'm
just glad the youth & children were already dismissed to their
classes. I'd have had a load of outraged parents begging for me to be
damage done," Jenna smiled. "And you truly do have hidden talents. I
had no idea you were so good at writing erotica. You should try it again
Sunday's service passed without incident, and most of the congregation
were no doubt disappointed that the vicar's sermon had returned to its
familiar, boring self. Afterwards, Gordon peered over the top of the
organ and smiled as he noticed Jenna.
"Morning!" He said.
"Hello Gordon!" Jenna replied. "How are you getting on with, you know?" She winked.
"Ah
that," he laughed. "You weren't kidding when you said use lots of lube,
were you? It's fun, but," Gordon lowered his voice. "It doesn't match
up to you. I miss our organ lessons."
"Me too. We're halfway through Lent. Stay strong. You'll get through it!"
"I'll
try my best! Oh, are these of any interest to you or Simon?" He handed
her two tin organ pipes, one smaller than the other. "I know you're into
arts and crafts. Thought you might have some use for these. Some of the
old pipes have been replaced."
"These are nice!" Jenna said, holding up the pipes. "Great condition."
"They make great wall ornaments. I see loads of them for sale on eBay. Some go for really high prices."
"I'll
see if I can get creative. It'll be a fun spring project for me. Thanks
Gordon! Oh before I forget, you couldn't do a favor for a member of the
church, could you?"
"Certainly!"
"Gladys
asked if you could call round and fix a new door handle on her kitchen
door. I know you're really good at D I Y; you fitted new wall sockets in
the church hall."
The organist's face fell. "Um, oh right. Yes. I'm sure I can."
"Great!
She'll be thrilled. Right, I'd better get going. Simon's taking
Christopher out for some father-son time, so I'll be home alone. I'll
see if I can get creative with these old organ pipes!"
Gordon gulped. The thought of calling round to see Mrs. Wilcox terrified him.
"My
God, the old girl will pounce on me like a lioness ambushing a
gazelle!" He noticed the churchwarden heading up the aisle. "Norman!
Could you do me a favor?"
Jenna
arrived back at the vicarage, wondering how to spend the rest of the
afternoon. She looked carefully at the two organ pipes, running a finger
down the smooth, dull metal.
"Hmm, this larger one, it could be just the right size!"
Up
in the bedroom, Jenna lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down to
the floor and stepped out of them. Feeling horny, she imagined Gordon
walking in and catching her with her legs spread with an organ pipe
buried deep in her cunt. The larger pipe measured about 11" long from
pointed tip to end of the tapering foot. She remembered what Gordon had
told her about organ pipes.
Flue
pipes are also known as labial pipes. The foot is the bottom portion of
the pipe, usually conical. At its base is the toe hole, through which
yeah." Jenna reached between her legs and discovered that she was
already dripping wet. She fingered her cunt and clit. Damn, she needed
to be filled. She took her time greasing up the organ pipe until it was
Jenna began sliding the pipe into her well-lubed cunt, one leisurely
inch at a time. When she'd taken about six inches inside, she began
slowly pushing it in and out, coating the pipe with her juices.
Her
fingers rubbed her clit softly and covered it in her essence. The
pressure and speed of her fingers built. She imagined Gordon's thick
fingers deep inside her, whilst she lay naked on the organ stool in the
wanted more, wanted it harder. She increased her speed and moved the
organ pipe in and out faster. Suddenly, her whole body tensed, the sweet
feelings of ecstasy were almost torture. She need to come but wanted
the pleasure to last longer. She was almost there, almost tipping over
the edge of orgasm. She pushed the pipe still deeper into her womanhood,
then reached for the smaller one,
Norman’s Submission
Norman Winstanley turned into Rosebay Gardens, the quaint little cul-de-sac where Mrs. Wilcox lived.
"Nice
place for old folk," he mused, parking up in front of the small
bungalow. He picked up the small tool bag, headed up the drive and
knocked on the door.
Glancing round, he was amused by the pair of garden gnomes on the front lawn. They were dressed in bondage gear.
The front door opened and Mrs. Wilcox appeared. "Oh, hello Norman! What are you doing here?"
"Here to fix your kitchen door, my dear!" Norman replied. "Gordon sends his apologies but something came up."
"Dearie
me," the old lady replied, not fooled for a moment. "Oh well, you'll do
nicely! Right this way!" She ushered him inside and gave his arse
cheeks a squeeze.
Norman raised an eyebrow, but ignored her actions. After all, the old bird was eighty-six.
"God,
this feels so amazing!" Jenna gasped as she thrust the small organ pipe
up her arsehole. She moaned loudly, her cunt pulsing hard around the
larger organ pipe. Her whole body shook with the force of her orgasm.
"Fuck, yes!" The vicar's wife screamed out as she found a new use for the old organ pipes.
"Don't
forget to polish the sideboard, dearie!" Mrs. Wilcox smiled as Norman
entered the living room and brought her a glass of sherry. He was naked
apart from a frilly apron.
"Right you are, Gladys," the churchwarden replied. This was more of a thrill than he ever imagined.
And here I was worrying how I'd survive six weeks without sex from the vicar's wife! He thought.
"Norman!"
Mrs. Wilcox snapped. "I asked for a schooner! This glass isn't a
schooner! I'm afraid I'll have to discipline you. Turn around at once!"
Norman did as she asked and she struck his bare buttocks with a riding crop.
"Ouch!"
"You're a very naughty boy!" Mrs. Wilcox said. "What are you?"
"I'm a very naughty boy!" Norman replied.
Jenna Breaks Her Lent Vow, In Order To Aid The Bishop.
Bishop
George lay in a hospital bed between sleep and vague drowsiness. He was
hot, frustrated and uncomfortable. Waiting. Waiting for the nurses to
bring him food. Waiting for them to change him. He loathed being
dependent on others like this. He'd always gone his own way, not caring
whom he offended. Then again he was lucky to be alive, and boredom and
frustration were the least of his worries. His leg had been reset, but
he was very much troubled by the thought of infection developing.
Bishop
George closed his eyes and wondered if he'd be well enough to attend
the Easter service at St Michael's Church. He'd been looking forward to
it for ages, and it was only two weeks away. Reverend Morris had just
departed, having spent an hour with him. The visit had lifted the
bishop's spirits and he was thankful for the vicar's kind words.
"That bloody cyclist! He shouldn't have been on the pavement in the first place!"
He'd
been walking down the street and had been sent flying when a careless
cyclist had crashed right into him. His right leg had been broken in
three places. It had been a terrible ordeal, but he didn't expect to
remain in hospital for long. You were soon booted out these days.
Bishop
George sighed. He wasn't looking forward to his sister Anne, coming to
care for him whilst he recovered. Anne was notoriously bossy.
Meanwhile, back at St Michael's Vicarage, Jenna sipped a coffee and idly ran her finger down the cup.
"Poor
George," she said, as Reverend Morris returned from visiting him in the
hospital. "You know something, why don't we let him stay with us while
he recovers? We have two spare bedrooms, one for when Christopher stays
over, but the smaller room would be ideal for George. It's got a
Morris thought for a moment. "You're absolutely right, Jen. You're a
true Christian. The Bishop has been very good to me since I took over at
St Michael's. We could provide all the care he needs. Whilst his sister
might mean well, she's a rather, fierce individual!"
"I only met her once. She scared me!" Jenna admitted.
The
vicar nodded. "Besides, having him staying with us will help keep my
mind off, er, you know. I've been struggling recently with what we've
smiled. "I know Simon. You've done really well. Not much longer now.
When Easter comes, He will rise, I'm not just talking about Jesus, by
Morris bit his lip. "He might be rising already, Oh! I can't wait to
have sex again, must restrain myself. Right, I'll go call George, and
prepare the spare bedroom for him."
The bishop was more than delighted when Reverend Morris arrived to collect him from the hospital, the next day.
"You're
quite sure about this, Simon?" He said as the vicar pushed his
wheelchair down the aisle. "I don't want to be a burden to you and
Jenna. Busy weeks ahead for you, what with Holy Week and so on. And your
son, doesn't he stay over on Fridays?"
"Think
nothing of it, George. We have two spare bedrooms at the vicarage.
There's room for everyone. Jenna and I are glad to have you staying with
us. It'll be peace of mind knowing that you'll be safe and well-looked
George smirked to himself. He was definitely looking forward to perhaps
getting some special therapy off Jenna. He remembered the little
birthday ceremony he'd taken part in just before Christmas,
"Must
say, I'm glad to be out of that hospital," he muttered, as he was
helped into the car. "The bloke in the bed next to me, he lay there for
two hours before someone realized he was dead. Poor sod. I said a few
awful," Reverend Morris replied. “But on the bright side, the soul
enjoyed a very prompt wake, with no less than the bishop presiding!”
George finally chuckled at the realization of his good service.
Changing
the subject, Simon added; "Well hopefully, you'll find the vicarage a
lot more relaxing, and our meals a lot more edible. We both enjoy
drove out of the hospital car park and headed for the motorway. "The
nursing staff said you were a difficult patient." Simon probed.
"I
see. Quite the compliment." Bishop George said. "I'm sure they were
exaggerating. Any news from church?" Is Jenna still learning to play the
organ?"
The traffic noise was loud, as rush hour was approaching.
"Oh
yes! She's made remarkable progress there. Gordon is a fantastic
teacher. She's of a good enough standard to stand in for him, on the
rare occasions he isn't able to do the Sunday service."
"I'm sure," he replied.
She is very talented indeed at playing a man's organ too! George thought to himself.
"Our
churchwarden Norman Winstanley has started spending a lot of time
helping one of the older members of church around the house. Gladys
Wilcox, she's in her eighties, widowed and lives alone. Her grandson
helps where he can, but he works full-time so can't be there on
weekdays. I can tell Gladys really enjoys having Norman call round.
She's a sweet old lass, been at the church before I was even born. Her
husband used to play the organ before Gordon took over."
"That's nice. Not many want to take the time to help the elderly these days."
‘Samaritan’ Services
Bishop George soon settled in at the vicarage. The bed was far more comfortable than the one in the hospital.
"I think I'll be just fine here," he grinned.
"We're
glad to have you here with us, George," Jenna said, as she brought him a
cup of tea. Anything you need, don't hesitate to ask."
"I wouldn't mind the touch of your healing hands," he whispered in Jenna's ear as she prepared to leave.
"Oh,
no can do, Bishop," Jenna replied. "I've given up sex for Lent! Poor
Simon, he's been sleeping in the other spare bedroom ever since Ash
Wednesday. It's been a struggle for both of us, but we've stuck to it."
Bishop George looked as if his recovery had taken a turn for the worse!
On
Monday night, Reverend Morris was called to administer last rites to
someone at the local hospice, leaving Jenna alone in the house to care
for the bishop. As she sat reading something on her phone, she heard him
moaning in pain. George was still on opioids, but weaning off. Jenna
had just given him his 2nd pill after dinner. He was agonizing for the
pill’s relief to kick in.
"Poor
George. His leg keeps aching. He must be so miserable. I suppose I
could cheer him up a little, but I made a promise." She thought for a
moment. "But it's justified if it speeds up his recovery."
Bishop George was half-asleep, when he heard Jenna entering his room. She sat down on the chair beside his bed.
His
eyes shot open as he felt the bedsheet over his groin being lightly
pulled down. His heart beat faster. "What, are you doing?"
"Aiding your recovery."
Excitement
only increased further as the full reality of the situation dawned on
him. Soon, he felt warm fingertips moving up his thigh. Bishop George's
heart was pounding.
"I thought you'd given it up for Lent?"
"I
have, but just this once, I'll make an exception for you. Promise you
won't tell my husband? I've put him through so much suffering, denying
my lips are sealed," Bishop George replied. "Besides, he's as fit as a
fiddle. He'll have to suck it up and cope. I've had a terrible trauma.
Any help you can provide, you know I'll be beyond grateful, my dear
Jenna."
He was already semi-erect.
Jenna's
hand went further, seeking holy treasure. She gently unfastened the
restraining snaps of his pajama bottoms and exposed his heated erection.
Bishop George put his hands together. "For what I am about to receive, O Lord, make me truly thankful."
Jenna
gently teased and examined his shaft and foreskin, bending down close
to breathe in the heavy, sweaty musk of his balls. Then she took his
shaft between thumb and forefinger and begin to pleasure the older man
with slow, deliberate, sensuous movements.
Unable to remain composed any longer, the bishop murmured. "Oh my God,"
Jenna
continued to stroke him, experimenting with the rhythm and pressure.
After a short while, he felt her lips start to trace up and down his
cock, ever so lightly. Starting with his balls, and then moving upwards,
she started to apply a series of delicate licks and kisses. Sweet Lord!
What joy! It was so slow, so tender and intimate, and he knew at once
that this was exactly the kind of healthcare he needed.
Bishop
George was desperate to release, and Jenna placed her hand reassuringly
in his. One long caress of his cock almost made him come. A little
precum leaked out, and Jenna gathered it up with her tongue.
At
last, she took the tip of his cock into her mouth, slowly and
carefully. Her warm wet mouth felt incredible, and the bishop couldn't
help but cry out in joy. Jenna descended right down to the base of his
shaft, completely deep-throating him. Some final, wanton tongue action
brought him over the edge, and he could take no more.
Bishop George's whole body trembled, as he climaxed and spent.
"Oh
my, Jenna!" He cried as he erupted in a powerful ejaculation. Pulse
after pulse of his issue hit the back of her throat. She swallowed it
all. The glorious, joyful spurting continued. The vicar's wife continued
her masterful manipulations.
He
fell back on the sweat-drenched pillow, his face gripped by sheer
joyful release. Jenna let him recover for a moment and catch his breath.
After a short while, he raised his hand and placed it gently against
her cheek. Gathering his strength, he heaved himself up and brought her
lips to his in a lingering kiss. She responded by slipping her arms
around him.
"Are you feeling better now?" She whispered.
"Much better! I'll sleep like a log tonight, and I just know I'll be up and walking around in no time!"
"I'm so relieved that it's only your leg that was injured, George. Thankfully, what matters is still in fine working order."
Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening, brought them to their senses.
"Better
get some sleep, George." Jenna whispered, giving him a final kiss. “Oh,
George, is it true? Gordon says that the same Greek word that Tyndale
translated as ‘communion’, is also translated as ‘intercourse’?
George
was shocked, and marveled. “I think the word is ‘koininia’. And yes,
only the context provides the distinction.” They are both conduits for
ministering life, aren’t they?
Jenna
beamed. “I’ve always viewed my sexuality as part of God’s providence,
and I feel I have a responsibility to not be selfish. Sleep well, my
will, and thanks again for your special worship. And don't worry about
breaking your Lentil promise, it was only a little bending of your own
pledge, God won't mind. You were aiding my recovery after all," He
relaxed and fell into a blissful, drug-aided sleep.
Jenna could still taste the bishop's cum on her lips as she headed down the stairs.
"Ah, Jen! Is everything alright?" Reverend Morris said, hanging his coat up. "I hope George didn't give you too much trouble?"
"Oh no trouble at all. The old boy is sleeping like a baby."
Jenna’s Threesome In The Church Hall
A close encounter with an old, bitter enemy, and a blessed miracle! And Gordon the organist is a big softie deep down,
This joyful Eastertide
away with sin and sorrow!
My love, the Crucified,
has sprung to life this morrow.
Had Christ, who once was slain,
not burst his three-day prison,
our faith had been in vain:
but now hath Christ arisen,
arisen, arisen;
but now has Christ arisen!
"On
this, the most holiest of days, we celebrate the risen Lord!" Reverend
Morris began, as the Easter Sunday service at St Michael's began. As
expected, the church was packed, much to the vicar's delight. In the
four years he'd been in charge of this humble little parish, Reverend
Morris never expected to see such an increase in the congregation. It
he secretly admitted, the fully-stocked pews weren't the only thing
making him smile. With the arrival of Easter Sunday, Lent was finally
over. His wife's ban on sex had expired. He could hardly wait until this
evening, when he and Jenna would finally get some time to themselves.
Over at the organ, Gordon was also hoping he'd soon be able to resume giving Jenna "organ lessons."
"Look
at her, sitting at the front in that floral print dress. She looks
every inch the respectable vicar's wife, but the way it clings to her
curves, a subtle hint at the delicious raw sexuality underneath," the
organist sighed, feeling a stirring in his groin, when he should've been
concentrating on the service.
"Oh God, she's beautiful and I am so bloody horny," Gordon muttered, slipping a hand under his black robe and rubbing himself.
"Please
stand for our hymn, Thine Be the Glory." The vicar announced, and the
congregation dutifully did. There were a few awkward coughs and
shuffling of feet as the organ remained silent.
"Our hymn, Thine Be the Glory!" The vicar repeated.
"Oh!" Gordon spluttered, and slammed his fingers down on the manuals so hard, the entire church seemed to vibrate.
"Goodness
me, he's pounding those pipes," one of the elderly ladies of the
congregation muttered. "For the first time in years, I don't need to
turn up my hearing aids."
After the hymn, the curate took over the reading of the notices. Reverend Morris slipped over to the organ.
"Bit
of a ten on the tension scale there, Gordon!" He whispered. "Having
problems with your instrument?" It wasn't the first time the organist
had appeared a little distracted during a service.
"Sorry about that, Vicar, this upper manual does require a bit more pressure these days!"
Reverend Morris chuckled. The organist was just as guilty as he was for thinking irreverent thoughts during the service.
"We may rejoice now that the Lent period has ended."
"Aye, I fully intend to," Gordon replied, rearranging his music sheets.
"You never said what it was that you gave up."
"Umm, think it was whiskey. What did you give up for Lent, Vicar?"
"Err, chocolate." He glanced at Jenna, sat in the front aisle. "I'm going to pig out and eat out a, err, eat a lot of it later."
Gordon nodded, as the reverend returned to the pulpit. "He's even worse at lying than I am."
The
service ended and everyone headed over to the church hall for tea and
coffee. Instead of the usual plain biscuits and cake, Reverend Morris
had asked everyone to do a "Jacob's Join" and bring some Easter eggs
along. There was enough chocolate to fill a room, much to the delight of
the younger members of the congregation, who wasted no time in helping
help yourselves to some delicious hot cross buns," Jenna smiled,
walking around the hall with a tray, and the buns went down a storm with
the older folk.
After a longer than normal gathering, it was time to clear away the chairs and tables.
"Where's Norman Winstanley gone? He's usually here to move these tables." Reverend Morris wondered.
"Oh
I have some chores lined up for him so he had to hurry back to my
place, Vicar," Mrs. Wilcox said, as she began sweeping the hall.
Gordon raised an eyebrow. "Is he your personal slave Gladys? He never seems to be away."
"Well
you seemed reluctant to fill that particular vacancy dearie, so I had
to look elsewhere. I must say, dear Norman has proved a most willing and
way she emphasized the words ‘willing and able’, it intrigued Gordon.
He cast his mind back a few weeks to the embarrassing incident with the
old girl wasn't shy when it came to sucking my cock, but surely she's
not doing that on a regular basis to Norman, is she? Norman's never said
a word, but he seems to enjoy calling round. Or is it all perfectly
innocent and he's just helping her with the housework?
"Hello,
earth to Gordon," Reverend Morris said. "Could you give Jenna and
myself a hand and help us move these folded chairs into the storeroom?"
"Right you are, Vicar. Sorry, I was miles away."
"Daydreaming?" Jenna winked at him.
"Perhaps."
The three of them headed to the far end of the hall and down a corridor, where the storeroom was. Jenna smiled as they went in. Haven't
been in here since last October, when I seduced Josh the curate and
took his virginity. The room was still as untidy as ever.
"One
of these days, we really must make time to sort this room out,"
Reverend Morris said. "It's a disgrace and I'm ashamed I've let it get
placed the chairs in the corner. "Get Oakwood Road Methodist Church to
clear out all their junk first. They've been sharing with us for years.
Isn't it about time they got their own storage place?"
"Hmm, yes. I'll have to have a word with Reverend Ewing."
Jenna
rearranged some of the box files. "While we're here, we could
straighten a few things, argh, there's a massive spider on the wall!"
"It'll be more scared of you than you are of it," Reverend Morris said.
"Simon, that doesn't make me feel any better! You know I hate spiders!"
"Where is the offending arachnid? I'll squash it with my shoe."
"You'll
do no such thing, Gordon," the vicar interrupted. "It's one of God's
creatures and it's Easter Sunday. Let it live. See look, it's scuttled
into the air vent up there. It's gone. Nothing to worry about, Jen.
Amidst the uproar over the spider, none of them noticed or heard the storeroom door being pulled shut and locked.
"Now the fun begins," a voice sniggered, opening an app on an iPhone.
"Right,
well I've had enough re-arranging for today," Gordon said. "It's time
for another cuppa and a rest." He tried the door. "Hey, what? This door
is locked!"
"What?" Reverend Morris rushed over. "I don't believe it, how is it locked? It can't be locked without a key."
"Some
silly bugger's gone and locked the door without realizing we're in
here!" Gordon groaned. "I bet its old Jack Bradley, thinks of himself as
caretaker for the church hall. Daft sod is always locking up and
forgetting to turn the lights off. I really think Norman should be given
the job of locking up in future."
"Wait, so we're trapped in here?" Jenna said.
"For
the moment, yes. Oh don't worry, it's not like a bank vault or
anything. We won't run out of air. I'll just phone Josh the curate. I
know he keeps a spare set of keys." Reverend Morris reached in his
pocket. "My smartphone, where is it? Oh damn, I left it in the car. I
always do that when it's the Sunday Eucharist. I have a phone-free
morning. It's my little rule."
"Really
helpful, Rev," the organist groaned. "Don't you have a hotline to God
24 7? Maybe a prayer or two will unlock the door. Luckily, I have my
smartphone on me. He pulled it out of his pocket and swiped the screen.
"Oh."
"Problem?"
"Um, looks like the battery's dead. I swear there was 5% charge still on it but guess I was wrong."
"Boys,
worry not. I have my phone, and it's always fully charged," Jenna said,
lifting her smartphone from her handbag. "Ta-dah. Fully charged." She
called the curate. After a long period of ringing, it went to voicemail.
"This
must be the first time ever that Josh's phone has gone to voicemail,"
Reverend Morris said. "The lad needs that phone of his surgically
well for whatever reason, he's not picking up. He could be driving.
I've left a message. We'll just have to wait. But what's the rush to
leave?" Jenna grinned. "If you ask me, we should make the most of our
time here."
The vicar and organist looked at each other. "What do you mean, Jen?"
That familiar naughtiness appeared on her face. "Well you both know I gave up sex for Lent, right?"
They cleared their throats. "Yes."
"Lent's over. Let's have some fun."
"Jenna, what are you suggesting?" Reverend Morris spluttered.
"I think your lovely wife is suggesting a threesome, Vicar." Gordon replied, fully up for it.
"How about it? It's nice to share, yes? Like we all did when it was my birthday?"
Reverend Morris was his usual reserved self at first, but there was no denying, like Gordon, he was as horny as a rutting stag.
"Well, um, there are no security cameras in here, are there?"
"As
if," Gordon laughed. "There's nothing worth nicking in here, apart from
old furniture and dusty hymn books. No cams, but there is rising damp
on that lower left wall."
Jenna
began unbuttoning her dress. "Naturally, my dear husband gets to go
first. After all he is my holy man. You don't mind, you do Gordon?"
Jenna then laid on her back, across a long narrow banquet table.
"Oh,
not at all," the organist said, rubbing his crotch. "Don't keep me
waiting too long though, eh? The Wurlitzer is already rising,"
The sinister scandal
In
the passenger seat of a parked car, the unknown person with the iPhone
stared at the screen and observed the antics in the storeroom, thanks to
the hidden cam that had been installed.
"Well
I never. I knew there was something going on with the organist and the
vicar's wife! Looks like the vicar himself is prepared to overlook some
of the Ten Commandments. Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery? Thou Shalt Not
it'll be the downfall of that little tart once and for all," the driver
of the car replied. "I've never forgiven her for bringing her filth and
depravity to this church a year ago. Marries the vicar, whilst carrying
on with the organist on the side. She managed to break up my marriage,
and I can't wait to send this footage to the tabloids."
"Oh
Patricia, you're not going to go that far are you, dearie?" Jenna's a
lovely girl really. I thought we were just going to have a bit of fun.
That's why I asked my grandson to install the camera and set up this app
thing so we could watch. I wanted to make the organist sweat a little."
Mrs.
Norris narrowed her eyes. "I haven't set foot in that church since the
vicar married her. This sordid carry-on can't be allowed to continue!"
"Oh
look, things are getting a wee bit steamy in there!" Mrs. Wilcox
replied, gawping at the smartphone. "Good heavens, my glasses are
steaming up! Look where Gordon's putting his tongue. He's such a skilled
organist,"
"Disgusting behavior," Mrs. Norris fumed. Yet she continued to watch intently.
Gordon
opened his mouth again, and ran it from Jenna's belly to her chin. She
began moaning. On the next lick the organist started even lower, right
on her clit. Jenna moaned loudly as his tongue slowly climbed up her,
stopping briefly at her chest. He went back to between her thighs again,
and then he began fingering her cunt. Jenna began to moan loudly as she
she glanced up at him, she noticed he was fully aroused. She rolled
over, onto her belly while he dropped his trousers and underpants, and
presented his large, engorged member to her.
"Did you miss my organ pipe?"
"God yes!"
The
organist's entire body shuddered under Jenna's touch. With that, she
propped herself up on her elbows on one edge of the table. He ass hung
over the opposite edge. She grasped his cock with both hands and began
rubbing hard, enjoying the reaction she was getting from him. She
decided to take it a step further, and started to lick his cock, all the
while continuing jerking him off. She licked up and down the thick
shaft and finally stopped at the head. Precum oozed from the tip. With
one fluid motion, she deep throated the head of his penis as far as she
could. Gordon cried out in joy.
"Fuck yes, I've missed this so much!"
At the same time, Reverend Morris unzipped his trousers and approached behind his wife.
"Whilst
you are playing the organist's organ, I shall now enter your Holy
Temple, which has been closed off to me since the start of Lent."
He pressed his member against her cunt. Jenna gasped as her husband applied pressure, and slid his cock into her.
"I've missed your Holy Rod, my love."
He
slowly thrust in and out of her, which drove her wild. She reached one
hand down to rub her clit, which stimulated the already overwhelming
pleasure. simon sped up his thrusting, his cock ramming against her
cervix. She moaned. A few minutes later Jenna bucked harder and faster
as she felt her orgasm build up. Reverend Morris did the same as his
cock twitched in her.
"Ah,
oh God, yes!" The vicar's wife threw her head back and screamed as she
came. Her cunt walls contracted tightly around her husband's cock as her
love juices leaked out of her. His own orgasm hit shortly after, and he
shot a huge load of warm seed deep into her.
"Bloody
hell," Gordon gasped. That had to be the most intense orgasm he'd ever
seen Jenna have. He felt a brief moment of doubt, fearing he wouldn't be
able to match the pleasure her husband had given her. Something tugged
at his heart, a nagging ache. He shrugged it off, but it remained. He
didn't want to think about the fact he was starting to fall deeply in
love with this red-haired beauty who'd seduced him so skillfully last
September, with a blowjob whilst he sat on the organ stool.
This
was always meant to be just a bit of no-strings naughty fun, he thought
to himself. But it's gone way beyond that. I never imagined she'd have
this effect on me,
Reverend Morris gently pulled out of her and Jenna rolled over & sat up, cum oozing from her throbbing womanhood.
"Don't keep Gordon waiting, Jen," he whispered to her. "He needs more than a quick blow of the organ pipe."
She nodded, kissing him. "I won't. I intend to make this just as special for him as it was for you."
Gordon brightened up. "What, you mean I'm getting the full Monty?"
"I really enjoy that organ pipe of yours inside me, Gordon," she winked.
He was more than happy with sloppy seconds.
Sitting
him down in one of the metal folding chairs, Jenna straddled him, and
in one motion, plunged herself down on his hard cock. His hands found
her breasts, and she squirmed on his lap deliciously. Gordon began to
thrust himself into her, slowly at first, increasing speed gradually,
until they were fucking for all they were worth.
All
the pent-up desire that Jenna had been holding inside throughout Lent,
all the desire for this older man, was unleashed. Much as she loved her
husband, she'd also had a thing for Gordon, way more than all the other
men of the church she'd bedded. He was special. Those daddy vibes.
They'd never gone away.
When
he paused for breath, she pulled him up & onto his back on a table
and mounted him again. Ever so slowly, she undulated on his cock, and,
eyes closed, fingered her clit while he moaned beneath her at the sight.
When she started to shake and groan, the sight became too much for the
organist and he knew he was joining her, whether he wanted to or not.
With a yell, Gordon grabbed her hips and shot spurt after spurt of thick cum into the goddess above him.
"Wow,
now that's the kind of worship that truly comes from the heart!"
Reverend Morris said, amazed at the organist's stamina. "That's what I
like to see; Jenna fully satisfied!"
"Oh
Gordon," Jenna sighed, when they'd finally recovered. She kissed him
softly on the lips. "That was wonderful." She noticed he had tears in
his eyes. "Hey, are you alright?"
"Never better Jen," he mumbled. "Bit dusty in this room, eh? Think it's irritating my eyes a bit."
"We're
the two luckiest men in the world aren't we?" Reverend Morris said,
sensing Gordon's awkwardness. "To be both loved by this amazing woman.
God has truly smiled on us. It's all part of His plan."
"And I love you both," Jenna said, slipping her arms round the two of them.
Gordon felt himself filling up, but he held it together.
Gladys watches
"Utterly
vile," Mrs. Norris cringed, still watching on the iPhone with Mrs.
Wilcox. "All three of them should be cast out of the church and
prosecuted."
"Prosecuted?"
The old lady replied. "Dearie, I think what we've just witnessed is a
very modern love story. Gordon is in love with Jenna. Jenna loves him.
The vicar knows that she loves them both."
"How the hell can you say that? He's a dirty old man if you ask me."
"When
you're as old as I am, you just know these things. Human nature's a
fascinating thing. And you're never too old to have fun either. I'm so
glad that Norman Winstanley called round to fix my kitchen door!"
"So you're not going to give me the footage?" Mrs. Norris snapped.
"No dearie, I'm not. I'm deleting this video right now."
"No don't!"
But
it was too late. The recording on the phone was deleted, along with the
app. "I've remotely shut down the camera in the storeroom too," the old
lady smiled. "I'll get my grandson Dwaine to remove and destroy it."
"You
treacherous old bag. You tricked me!" Mrs. Norris yelled, eyes bulging
behind her horn-rimmed glasses. There was a knock on the car window and
she almost jumped out of her skin. The hulking figure of Dwaine
appeared.
"Everything alright, Gran?"
"Oh
fine, dear," she said, getting out of the car. "I'm ready to go home
now. It's been a rather eventful church service! But first, I need to
pop into the church hall. I think I've forgotten to switch off a light, "
Her plans to destroy Jenna thwarted, Mrs. Norris accepted defeat and drove off, away from St. Michael's church forever.
Jenna, Reverend Morris and Gordon had just finished getting dressed when the door of the storeroom was unlocked.
"Oh
Vicar! I'm so sorry! How careless of me! I'd finished sweeping up and
thought you'd all gone home. Jack left me in charge of locking up. Blame
it on a senior moment. I had no idea you three were in the storeroom!"
The four of them walking into the hallway.
"No worries, Gladys, there's no harm done. We were only in there half an hour."
As they all headed out of the hall, Josh the curate came rushing inside, out of breath.
"Jenna! I just got your message! I'd just driven Bishop George home when I read it. Oh I'm glad you all got out of there!"
"Not
the end to the Easter service I was expecting, but it's something we
can laugh about in years to come!" Reverend Morris said and he turned to
Jenna and Gordon and grinned. "Come, let's all go back to the Vicarage
and have a drink. Mrs. Wilcox. Your grandson is most welcome to join us
vicar, his wife and the organist remained blissfully unaware of how
close they'd come to having their passionate threesome revealed to the
entire world. Once again, peace and happiness remained at St. Michael's
Church, and it seemed Jenna's amazing way with bringing joy to the lives
of church men was stronger than ever,
One month later
"We now we look forward to Ascension tide," Reverend Morris said, a few Sundays after Easter. “The Feast of Pentecost follows.”
Jenna returned from the church toilets. She'd been feeling off-color for the past couple of days and now knew why.
"Simon, I must speak with you and Gordon," she said, as the church began emptying.
"What's wrong Jen? You don't look too good."
Gordon was tidying up his music books and switching off the organ, when the vicar appeared.
"Jenna has something to tell us," Reverend Morris said. "She says it's very happy, but life-changing news."
The organist put down his books immediately. This sounded serious, and he felt his stomach jump. "What's up?"
"Well
you two, how do I break this to you gently? It seems there's been some
sort of miracle. My contraceptive pill has failed. I'm pregnant. And,
well”
Both men's jaws dropped.
Gordon
spluttered, terrified. He feared his future was in for trouble. He
feared his two best friends over this. He feared the gossip. He loved
his church and didn’t want anything to change. He was barely able to
process this information.
Simon
embraced his wife and beamed. “The child is mine. I take great joy in
the arrival of a life. My opportunity to raise a child in a wonderful
home, with the wife God has blessed me with. Perhaps God will give us
more, in years to come!”
Jenna beamed. She turned to Simon and asked; “Simon, have you ever been a godfather?”
By Blacksheep, for Literotica.
