The Curate loses his virginity.
By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
At this Sunday's service, there was much talk of the upcoming harvest festival. Members of the congregation were encouraged to donate fruit and vegetables, along with non-perishable items for the local food bank.
Jenna had made an effort and brought along a bag of apples. She placed the bag on the side table in the church hall.
"I don't know how a brazen hussy like you has the cheek to set foot in a church."
Jenna remained calm, as she turned to face Mrs. Norris. "Well I'm a Christian, the same as you."
"Huh! Christian my foot. I saw what you and the organist were getting up to and I think it's disgusting! In the church of all places! And he's old enough to be your father!"
"Well if you clutch those pearls of yours any tighter they'll crumble to dust. And Gordon and I happen to be consenting adults. Single consenting adults. So there."
"Why you, you, .horrid little slag!" Mrs. Norris fumed, lip quivering. She stormed off.
Jenna exhaled and rolled her eyes.
"Coffee or tea?" a friendlier voice asked. It was Debbie, the Sunday school teacher, who was volunteering to do today's hot drinks rota in the hall.
"Tea please," Jenna replied.
"You okay?"
"Yeah. I don't think I'll be on her Christmas card list."
"Don't let that old bag get to you. She's a nasty one. She's horribly ageist. Not to mention xenophobic too. I overheard her mocking Yulia's English skills last week. I can't stand her. Her husband's not that bad, he's a tedious fusspot, but there's no malice in him. But her, she's poison."
"I heard her hubby spreads gossip on Facebook." Jenna said.
"More likely that's her doing." Debbie replied. "I'd be surprised if John Norris even knows how to switch on a laptop."
A brief chill ran through Jenna. What if Mrs. Norris were to post some bile about her online? "I don't use social media anymore," she said. "Briefly poked my nose into Twitter as a teen, but didn't like the pile-ons."
"Wise. I'm on Facebook, but only to keep up with church stuff. I never post anything about my private life. I imagine Mrs. Norris would have a stroke if she knew I was dating a woman. A married woman at that. Keep it to yourself. I'm not ready to come out yet."
"Don't worry, I won't say a word."
Jenna sipped her tea quietly as she observed the other members of the congregation file into the hall. She was hoping Reverend Morris would soon arrive, but after fifteen minutes, there was still no sign of him. Then there was Gordon; he never came into the hall after a service, and he'd sent her that amusing text message on Friday, about Charles Wesley and his "bulging hymn book."
She headed out of the hall, in search of Gordon, when Josh the curate came staggering in, carrying a massive pile of hymn books. He almost collided with Jenna and dropped a couple of books.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" Josh stammered. "How clumsy of me."
Jenna bent down and picked up the books. "You're loaded up like a pack horse. Let me give you a hand. Where are you taking all these?"
"Um. So kind!" His pale cheeks went pink. "The storeroom at the far end of the hall. These are spare hymn books."
"Ok. Lead the way. By the way, you haven't seen the vicar have you?""
"Oh, he and the organist are in a meeting. One of the organ pipes has just been repaired."
"Damn," Jenna muttered under her breath. "Oh dear. How sad. I guess he'll miss his tea and biscuits."
She followed Josh down to the storeroom. She'd never paid much attention to the curate before, but looking at him now, she realized that he was rather cute. Mid-twenties, tall and stocky with fair hair and a chubby face. There was an endearing innocence about him. Reverend Morris had said he was hoping to complete his ordination next year and become a fully-fledged vicar. He'd been impressed by his devotion to the church - but he needed to come out of his shell a bit and interact more with worshippers. Josh was a shy man and lacking in self-confidence. Remembering this information made Jenna smile.
I think this innocent curate needs some other kind of help,
The storeroom was vast, and crammed from floor to ceiling with box files, books, old furniture and plastic crates.
"Holy sh,, I didn't know this room existed. And what a lot of stuff for one small church!" Jenna exclaimed.
"Heh, yeah." Josh said, putting the books down. "It's not just for St Michael's. We share it with St John's and the Methodist church on Oakwood Road."
Jenna began putting the books on the shelf.
"Um you don't need to do that,”
"Jenna."
Josh blushed again. "Jenna. It's kind of you to do that but,”
"Oh I don't mind. Why should you have to do all the donkey work? This room is a tip. Besides, a good Christian should help others, right? Especially the vicar's right-hand man. That's what a curate is, yes?"
Josh relaxed a bit. "Pretty much, yeah. Like Batman and Robin."
"Have you always wanted to be a curate?"
Josh sat down on a stool. "In truth, no way. I wasn't religious at all when I was a kid. I suffered from crippling shyness. I used to dread being asked to read in front of the class. When I was ten, my dad walked out, and that affected me a lot. Haven't seen him since. Mum turned to drink, I relied on my grandad for support. He became a father figure to me. He used to be a vicar. Thanks to him I survived my teens and passed my exams. I was eighteen when he died. That's when I decided I wanted to follow in his footsteps. Without him - and God, I fear, well I may have gone down a dark path. Got in with a bad crowd. Taken drugs, self-harmed, maybe ended up in jail."
"Wow." Jenna replied, realizing how cosseted and safe her upbringing had been. "Well I'm so glad your grandad was there for you."
"There are still days when I doubt myself and I'm in a bad place. I feel useless."
"Don't put yourself down," Jenna said, walking towards him. "You're an amazing role model, especially for younger people."
Josh blinked. "You, think so?"
"I do. Plus, you're really cute. Has a girl ever told you that before?"
Josh blushed. "Err, no-one except my Nan. I don't think she counts."
"Women round here must be blind," Jenna added, making him squirm with embarrassment. She leant forward and planted a kiss on his lips. He trembled, cheeks turning redder.
"J-Jenna, don't,”
"It's alright Josh. You're not committing a sin or anything. We're not inside the church, if that's you're worried about."
"N-no, it's not that. I, um,” The curate sighed. "I, I'm just scared of, I don't know if I can, do this."
She already knew he was single and straight, but decided to question him. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
"No, but, um, that's the problem really. I'd like one, but I wouldn't know how to tell her,”
Jenna stroked his arm. "Tell her what?"
"I worry she'd laugh at me."
"Josh. Whatever it is, I promise I would never laugh at you. And I will understand."
He looked down. "Shit. I'm twenty-five. And I'm still a virgin! I've never gone beyond kissing a girl."
She kissed his cheek again. "Oh Josh. That's nothing to feel awkward about. In fact I admire you. In this age when we're bombarded with over-sexualized imagery 24/7 both online and offline, finding someone who's chosen to wait is pretty awesome in my opinion. I lost mine just days after reaching the age of consent. I couldn't wait to lose it. But that's just me,”
"Yeah but, I, um,”
She pulled him to his feet and gently coaxed the truth out of him. "You want to lose your virginity, yes?"
"More than anything. But, dating today is scary. It's a minefield. Especially after Me Too. I'm afraid. I don't want to say the wrong thing and come across as some horny creep,”
Jenna held back a chuckle. Mrs. Norris probably thinks of me as a horny creep. She thought.
"I get that. But trust me. I don't think a sweet, kind-hearted man of God like you could ever be a creep. Horny yes, nothing wrong with that of course." She winked at him and he gulped. "How about it? I think you're ready right now."
His eyes widened. "W-what? Here?"
"Why not? It's nice and private, And you're a really sexy curate!" Her face was just inches from his own, hovering there. Then her lips were on his, dancing there softly for a moment before pulling away.
"Jenna,” He was already rock hard, and hoped his cassock had disguised this fact.
"Shush. You're very special." She whispered, barely audible. "You're warm, caring, You're strong. You deserve to be experience the joys of the flesh." She kissed him again. It's okay to feel nervous. First time is always a bit nerve-racking. But just relax. You'll be just fine,”
What an adorable lamb to the slaughter, Jenna thought to herself. He's so scared and unsure. I've never seduced a virgin before, so I'd better not go too hard on him. I do love a challenge. With a bit of encouragement, this sweet guy could have real potential.
The touch of her lips sent a fire through his body, a jolt that brought a tingle to every micron of his skin. "Oh, Jenna!"
"Shhh." Her lips caressed his own, then his nose, his ear. "Don't talk just now, okay?"
"Mmm?"
She kissed him again, gently caressing his upper lip between her own. At last, he responded.
"Josh." Jenna smiled cheekily. "You're a pretty good kisser, you know that?"
"Really?"
Just relax. I'm not going anywhere, there's no rush. All we have to do is discover each other. There's no hurry. No-one's going to come in here. I imagine the vicar will be busy for ages."
Jenna ran her hand down the front of his black cassock. "Oh my, you're more than ready. "Let's get these buttons unfastened." She knelt before him, opening the cassock and revealing the black trousers underneath. And another straining crotch bulge.
"I'm going to worship you," she whispered, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers. Josh was wearing plain black briefs underneath. It was fun seeing the different types of undies men wore. First there was Reverend Morris with his "holy boxers," then Gordon and his sensible white y-fronts, now Josh with smart black tight-fitting briefs.
"Everything will be fine. I promise. Close your eyes if it makes you feel better, okay?"
The curate hesitated still, but Jenna's smile was reassuring and gentle. "I promise you'll like it." With a shudder, Josh squeezed his eyes tight as his trousers and underwear were lowered, and he could feel the cool air of the room, then Jenna's warm breath on his manhood.
"There we are."
He couldn't resist a peek, through half-closed eyes. He was painfully stiff, of course, harder than he'd ever been in his life, but he didn't need his eyes to tell him that. He shivered as Jenna ran her hand through his pubes and stooped to kiss him there. He gasped as her smooth palm encircled him.
"Oh my God!"
"Mmm. So beautiful. Truly God's gift to women. Just relax, don't fight the feeling. Isn't it nice?" Jenna kissed the very tip of his member, and he gasped and moaned, his muscles tensing. "Don't fight it now Josh, just let the feelings come. Relax and let it take you. You don't have to hold it back, just let it come." With that, she closed her lips around his head, tasted him with her tongue.
"Uh! Oh Jesus!" The curate groaned. The crescendo was boiling in him now, wonderful and frightening and exhilarating. Nothing could have prepared him for the warm embrace of a woman's mouth, the slight roughness of her tongue as she rolled it up and down his length. No porn, no fantasy could have approached the sensation of her lips gently drawing on his cock, coaxing him towards a peak of indescribable pleasure. The fire was in him and around him, consuming him and his thoughts until all that he was became the connection with her, his flesh and her mouth. Her hands cradled his cock gently as he built towards climax, his breathing becoming rapid and shallow.
"Oh,”
"Let it come."
Josh sighed deeply in relief as Jenna enveloped him again, shuddered as he felt himself swell between her lips, as he released himself to her, surrendered to her, spurting his cum. She lingered over his manhood, slowly coaxing him down from the heights of his ecstasy. She gently licked his shaft and kissed a drop of his essence from the tip, and smiled up at him.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" She said, standing up. "Did you enjoy your first blowjob?"
"Jenna. Fucking hell!"
"I'll take that as a yes?"
"Yes!" he gasped.
"Oh good. Because we're not done yet. You don't get off that easily you know!" Jenna began unfastening her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Josh's eyes widened. She wasn't wearing any panties.
An old, battered table was in the middle of the storeroom. Jenna cleared it and reclined on it, spreading her legs and unfastening her blouse. No bra!
"Your turn."
Josh crossed himself.
"Just trust your instincts." She whispered, lowering herself onto her back. Josh stared at her for a second, dumbstruck by her beauty and timid as a deer. Her gently smiling face and the flowing red hair that framed it, the round fullness of her breasts, her long legs, and the tantalizing lure of her wet womanhood between,
Finding his courage at last, Josh moved close. With a shaky hand he reached out and tentatively cupped her left breast. Tracing the nipple with his thumb, ever so gently.
"Mmm nice, Josh. Keep going!"
Encouraged, Josh lowered his mouth to her other breast, the memory of the delightful sensations she'd given him earlier fresh in his mind. He felt her run her fingers through his short blonde hair as he tasted her with his tongue, heard her sigh as he closed his lips around her nipple.
"Gently now."
"Sorry!"
The curate feasted on her breasts for a bit longer, before moving down to her abdomen, planting more kisses, then he paused for a moment. Jenna said nothing, silently urging him to carry on, and he did. Tentatively, he kissed the inside of her thighs, tracing a finger through the trimmed hair above her slit.
Josh continued to lovingly kiss her thighs, his nerves beginning to fade. The heady scent of her was overpowering, emboldening him to trail a finger between her cunt lips. The wetness he felt there surprised him, and he glanced up.
"You're doing great, Josh." Jenna answered in a throaty whisper. "Please don't stop."
He ran a finger over her clit, causing her to let out a moan. Lowering his head, he caressed her softly with his mouth, tasting her.
"Oh Josh,” He suckled gently on her clit and she let out a scream.
"Jenna?" He pulled away from her, his fear returning. "Did I hurt you?"
"No Josh. It was incredible, that's all. When you licked me down there, wow. You sure know how to thrill a woman. You learn quick! But don't make me cum just yet. Because I want you inside me when it happens."
Josh's heart leapt into his throat. "Oh,”
"Are you ready?"
"Um, but protection, I-I don't have a condom,”
"It's okay, you don't need to worry. I'm on the Pill."
"Oh, right. Good,”
"Think of this as doing God's work," Jenna purred, urging him to get on with it. She was eager to feel that virgin cock inside her.
Slowly he positioned himself above her on the creaking table. Jenna took his cock in her hand, guiding him. He felt the head of his organ nestle inside her.
"Lord in Heaven!" It was such exquisite torture, fighting the urge to cum as fast as he could. The feel of her cunt as it sheathed him was beyond even the joys he'd felt already.
At first, he slipped in and out of her slowly. He buried his face in her neck.
"Umm, oh God Josh. Yes! Go harder!"
Jenna slowly relaxed her control, allowing him to work his cock in and out of her more forcefully. He thrust in deep, as far as he could, and gasped, savoring the sensation.
"Oh Josh, that's so good!"
He speeded up, as she wrapped her legs round him. Soon he was pounding her like a pro.
"Jenna!" He could feel his climax coming now, a mighty force of almost Biblical proportions. Just as Jesus drove out many devils, Josh drove out his virginity, casting it aside forever. He'd been freed.
"Ugh!" With a roar of release the curate came, filling Jenna's womanhood with his seed. Josh wasn't sure how long his orgasm lasted. But he knew that it was wonderful, an epiphany of sensation, and that Jenna writhed and gasped in the throes of her own climax in perfect harmony with his.
When they'd both calmed down, Jenna held him close and kissed him. "Are you okay? You were amazing, Josh, do you know that? How are you feeling?"
"Just fantastic, absolutely fantastic! I, wow. That was, incredible. Um, do you mind if I say a quick prayer for both of us?"
"Not at all. You go ahead."
When he'd finished, he opened his eyes and looked at Jenna, who was smiling broadly. "You are going to become a bloody amazing vicar!" She said.
An Erotic Dream & an organ lesson.
T'was the Year of Our Lord 1739, and on a road bound for London, weary preacher and hymn writer Charles Wesley had just arrived at a tavern.
"Innkeeper! I hath been riding all day and my poor horse be in the great need of water and rest. As am I." Charles said.
"Fear thee not, good fellow, I'll tend to thine horse!" The innkeeper replied. "If it's a room for the night you're looking for, then ye hath come to the right place. Here at the Lamb Inn, there's always a warm greeting for a weary traveler. I'll leave ye in the capable hands of my fine wench Jen, who is adept at making gentlemen feel welcome,”
"Greetings to you sir!" Jen said, and Charles was a little taken aback by this stunning redheaded wench. "If you'd like to follow me, I'll lead you to your bedchamber." She picked up a candle and gave him a seductive smirk.
"Gladly, Miss!" Charles replied, following her up the creaking wooden staircase. In the main room, sounds of merriment filled the air as many men supped ale and enjoyed the company of willing wenches.
"I see you're a man of faith, sir," said Jen as she reached the top of the stairs. "Have you travelled far?"
"Aye, all the way from Bristol. I write many hymns. I'm going to visit my older brother John, who's in London. He's a preacher too. In fact he,”
"Oh gosh, of course! Your brother must be John Wesley, founder of that Methodist movement I keep hearin' about!"
"That's right! I'm Charles Wesley."
Jen entered the bedchamber. "Here we are, Mr. Wesley. I trust the room is to your liking? This happens to be a new room - never been used before. Bed never slept in, chair never sat on, chamber pot never,”
"Ah, glorious!" Charles interrupted her. "It looks most excellent. I am indeed blessed to have been afforded such kindness. God is good!"
"Mmm, thanks be to God," Jen replied, eyeing up Charles. He was young and rather attractive for a man of the cloth. Most of the clergy she'd encountered in her life had been very old men.
"There be a fresh jug of water on the table for you, Mr. Wesley. We're lucky here. The Lamb has a deep well which provides safe, clean water to drink. That's why we get so many visitors desperate to quench their thirst without worry of getting the flux."
Charles nodded as he put his bag down on the chair and removed his black robe. That four poster bed looked so inviting.
"Why don't you sit on the bed, Mr. Wesley? I cannot help but wonder, after all that riding, do you not grow a little stiff?"
"Um, I am a little stiff, yes."
"Then come over here and sit beside me." Jen said, patting the bed. "I'd be interested to hear about your hymn writing."
Charles bashfully did as she asked. "Well right now, I am working on a "Hymn for Christmas Day." But I confess I have only written the first verse.
"Perchance could I hear this first verse?" Jen replied.
Charles nodded.
"Hark how all the Welkin rings
Glory to the King of Kings,
Peace on Earth, and Mercy mild,
God and Sinners reconciled!"
"I'd say that's a marvelous first verse," said Jen. "Very stirring, very uplifting. It makes one, rise to the occasion." Her hand had somehow ended up on his thigh.
"Oh do you think so? That pleases me greatly, Miss! Now if only I could complete it."
Jen removed her mobcap, revealing long, tumbling red locks. Charles gazed, mesmerized. "By all the saints, you're a pretty woman, Miss,”
"Jen, Mr. Wesley, perhaps I can be of some help to you." She blew out the candle. "Oh my! Now we're in the dark. How careless of me! We'll just have to,”
"Oh Miss Jen!" Charles gasped as her hand groped him in an intimate place.
"I think you've risen to the occasion Mr. Wesley!"
A few moments later and the good wench had relieved the dear Mr. Wesley of his breeches and cast off the rest of his apparel, including a periwig. The preacher produced naked, stiff, and erect, a wonderful maypole. Jen put her hands to this fine example of maleness and her actions had the desired effect.
"Ah! I think my inspiration is returning!"
"I'm filled with joy, Mr. Wesley! Tis an honor to help you!"
"Joyful all ye Nations rise,
Join the Triumph of the Skies,
Universal Nature say
"Christ the Lord is born to Day!"
"That's a wonderful second verse!" Jen ran her tongue round the preacher's erect member, before taking his entire length into her mouth.
"Oh Lord in Heaven, I have given in to sin, but if the sin results in a completed hymn, will thou look upon me with mercy?" Charles gasped, as the pleasure overwhelmed him.
Jen withdrew. "The Lord will indeed pardon you, Mr. Wesley. Now please relax and enjoy my help!"
"Ah, oh my God, thine tongue is divine, it feels so good!"
Jen sucked, licked and teased Charles' cock until he could take no more.
"Miss Jen! I'm going to spend! Oh, yes!"
"Ahh, I have been anointed by your holy essence, Mr. Wesley!" Jen giggled as she eagerly gobbled up his seed.
Charles' face bore an expression of utter bliss and satisfaction. "Oh Miss Jen. I am so grateful God delivered me to this inn. What sweet pleasures you have afforded me this evening!"
A furious knocking on the bedchamber door disturbed the blissful ambience.
"Jen! Jen! You need to get up!" a woman shouted.
"Is that, the innkeeper's wife?" Charles wondered, still dazed after his powerful orgasm.
Jen licked the remaining cum off the preacher's softening cock. "Mm, sounds like Mother. But wait, Mother died of smallpox ten years ago, so how, ?"
Everything seemed to fade away in a strange haze.
"Jen! You're going to be late for work! Wake up!"
Jenna finally awoke. "Huh? What?"
"Are you alright?" Her mum shouted. "Answer me or I'm coming in."
"Um yeah. I'm fine Mum!" She rolled over and reached for her smartphone. Squinting, she looked at the clock.
"Shit! I overslept!"
Breakfast was a rushed affair, with Jenna barely able to drink half a cup of coffee and a piece of toast.
"For goodness cake, slow down before you choke on that," her mum said.
"Can't believe I overslept. I set my phone. I've never done that before." Jenna said.
"Hey, we all do it sometimes. Though your exertions at church no doubt kept you up late. Your dad and I noticed how much time you've been spending at St. Michael's. Now feel free to tell me to mind my own business, but what's with the sudden obsession with church? You've never been interested before. You used to laugh at Gran for being in the Mother's Union."
"I guess the pandemic made me think about things differently," Jenna lied, trying to think up a good excuse. "I know I never attended church much before, but I never stopped being a believer."
"That's great, Jen. I'm glad it makes you happy. I just hope you're not spending all your time with old people, though. It's good to mix with people your own age."
"Oh there's a good mix of different ages at St Michael's. They're not all boomers, Mum. The curate, Yulia and Debbie aren't much different to me. And Reverend Morris, .he's amazing."
"I'm sure he is," her mum replied, with a wry grin. "You out tonight?"
"Yes. Choir practice." Jenna grabbed her bag and car keys.
"By the way, who's Charles Wesley?"
"Um, what?"
"You were yelling his name over and over in your sleep. You must've been dreaming."
"Oh. Well he's a guy who wrote a lot of great hymns. He lived in the 18th century. He wrote that famous carol "Hark the Herald Angels Sing", although the original words were different. Gotta go. Love you. Bye!"
Jenna's mum shook her head. "Charles Wesley? When I was growing up, I used to dream about Brad Pitt."
"I have got to get a place of my own," Jenna muttered to herself as she headed to the car. "That was cringe."
Jenna had prepared herself for her evening "choir practice" with Gordon, by wearing her best lingerie and a sexy dress that perfectly highlighted her curves and cleavage. The organist himself had also made an effort, by wearing his best suit and tie. With his black robe unfastened, he resembled an old-fashioned headmaster.
"Hello there!" Gordon said, grinning from ear to ear. Whoa, she looked drop-dead gorgeous. He was practically drooling like a dog in heat.
"Not so bad yourself, Gordon!" Jenna replied. "Love the suit. Now all you need is a cane."
"A cane?"
"To punish me with. You see, I've been a naughty girl. I forgot to practice that piece of music you mentioned."
"Oh dearie me," Gordon said, walking over to her. "Whatever am I to do with such a naughty girl? Never mind. I'm sure you can make it up to me some way,”
He sat down on the organ stool. "Come sit in my lap, Jenna. We're going to play a little tune together. I'm sure you can do it."
"Why Gordon, I'm not sure I can play this. It's a bit of a step up from the piano."
"Just give it a try. I'm sure you'll learn quick!" He winked. "Try the third manual," he added, indicating one of the keyboards.
Jenna bit her lip and slid onto Gordon's lap. She deliberated wiggled about a bit, causing him to let out a groan. "This seat is a little, hard!"
Jenna began playing the first few notes. "You're right, Kings and Queens does sound fantastic on a pipe organ. I'd have never guessed you were an Ava Max fan, Gordon."
"Hah, I'm not. Can't stand modern pop music. But the younger members of the choir are always begging for this song. You're great at this!"
As Jenna continued to play, Gordon began massaging her breasts and kissing her exposed neck.
"Oh Gordon," Jenna sighed.
"There's a part-time job available,” he continued, between kisses. "An assistant choirmaster and pianist at the Sunday school. Three days a week. The school isn't just open on Sundays anymore. There's a crèche and breakfast club on Wednesdays. They do after-school sessions for kids who have special needs. It's not bad money. I know you've got all the relevant qualifications. If you're interested, I could easily pull a few strings and get you in."
Jenna suddenly halted her playing. "Wow, are you serious?"
"Of course I am. Look, the young 'uns think I'm some kind of ogre. And they're probably right. But you, you'd be such an asset to the school. And tell me honestly, do you truly enjoy working in a call center?"
"I hate it. The pay is shit and I hate my boss. Now she's a real-life ogre."
"Exactly. Your talents are wasted in a dead-end job like that, Jenna. It's up to you of course, but please give it some thought."
She turned round to face him. Kissing him hard the lips, she slipped her arms round his shoulders. "I've given it thought. I accept! Now why don't you let me thank you properly, Gordon?"
Jenna hiked up her dress, and unfastened Gordon's belt. She unzipped his trousers, pushed down his underpants, and his rock hard erection sprang free from its encumbrance. Unable to contain himself any longer, Gordon pulled aside the crotch of her damp panties, positioned himself to her entrance, and pushed himself into her. The soft lips between her legs parted, and she threw her head back in sudden ecstasy as the organist began thrusting himself in and out of her warm body, slowly at first, then building in speed.
Outside, a black 4 by 4 had just pulled up in the church car park. John Norris got out of the driver's side and furiously slammed the door shut.
"John please, don't do this!" his wife pleaded. "Not in the church!"
"Look Patricia, I want to get to the bottom of this. First Gordon angrily accuses me of spreading lies on Facebook. He called me "the biggest shit-stirrer in this church" to my face! Now the chaps at the Rotary Club have frozen me out. They said I've been making sexist jokes and racist comments about Ukrainians! I ask you, when have I ever made a racist comment? I haven't a racist bone in my body! And I've never signed up to Facebook either. Someone is trying to smear my name. If you ask me, Gordon's the one behind it all! Well, we'll see what he has to say, man-to-man."
A look of horror swept Mrs. Norris' face. "You can't go in there! I can hear the organ - the choir are in there!"
"I don't care if the whole bloody town is in there!" John yelled, a display of anger that was most unlike him. "This has gone too far. I can't believe Gordon could be so vindictive. He'd a bad-tempered sod, but I never thought he'd do this. Libel is a serious offence."
He stormed into the church and marched down the aisle, his panicking wife rushing after him.
"Alright alright, it wasn't Gordon. It was me!" She grabbed his arm. He halted.
"What?"
"I did it."
John shook his head. "Why are you trying to protect him? Do you fancy him or something? Is there more to this?"
"No! No of course I don't! Look, I signed up to Facebook so I could access the church page but I used your name. I know I shouldn't have but, well surely you must know how members of this church treat me? I'd have been blocked immediately!"
John's face had gone through several shades of red and was now the color of raw steak.
"You, Did what? You've been spreading lies and racist comments using an account with my name? What the hell am I married to?" He walked round the side of the organ. "Bloody hell!"
Mrs. Norris shoved him aside, wondering what had shocked him. "That's her! She's the one who's caused all this! The little tart! She's bringing filth and depravity to this church!"
John glared at his wife. "I'd say your own venom has done that already, Patricia." He turned and stormed off. "I'm going home. To pack a few things. I'm going to stay at my brother's for a bit. And you, well you can go to Hell."
"Gordon, do you hear somebody shouting?" Jenna sighed as she felt his warm cum fill her.
"Probably just a bit of rowdy teen behavior outside," Gordon replied with a smirk.
To be continued.
By Blacksheep, for Literotica.
