Jenna Goes to Church Ch. 03

After another boring day in her dead-end office job, Jenna was glad to be on her way home. Friday at last, thank God. And speaking of God, her smartphone had just vibrated. Rummaging in her bag, she pulled it out and smiled as she read the message.

Hi Archangel Jen

God’s servant on Earth wondered if you’d like to spend some time with him tonight? Can’t wait until Sunday. He has of you the great need and is all alone in the vicarage. L is away visiting sis until Monday. She’s taken C along too.

xxx

R.M

“Oh yes!” She said out loud. The vicarage would be more comfortable than another fuck in the vestry. Quickly, she composed a reply.

Praise the Lord!

Just got to go home and change into something holier…or not! will be there in half an hour. xxx

Jenna got into her car. A fun night of “worship” beckoned.

St Michael’s vicarage was set back from the main road by the church, down a long driveway flanked by beech trees. The trees were already on the turn, ready to show off their autumn colour.

“Nice,” Jenna mused as she admired the attractive garden. “This place is huge.” It was way grander than the two bed semi where she’d grown up, and was still living at, with her parents. The cost of living crisis had meant that fleeing the nest had been put on hold. She knocked on the door. She hadn’t been waiting for long, when Reverend Morris opened it, No cassock and surplice on tonight, just his “everyday vicar garb” as she termed it – black shirt, clerical collar and black trousers.

“Hello Jenna.” he said, his voice a little shaky with nervous excitement. He took a deep breath. She looked absolutely stunning, in Ankara escort a figure-hugging black dress. “Wow…um, come in. You look lovely.”

Jenna flashed him a winning smile. “Why thank you, Reverend! Great place you have here. Your garden’s really nice.”

“Ah, yes it is. Not my efforts, I’m afraid. I have many volunteers who keep it looking good. After all, it’s only my house for as long as I’m vicar at St Michaels.” He tried not to keep staring, but it was hard not to. “Have…you eaten?”

“Not really. Didn’t have time. I grabbed a few biscuits on the way out.”

“Oh good! I was so hoping you’d say that. I thought I could cook us something. I really enjoy cooking.”

Jenna hadn’t been expecting this. “Oh that’s so nice of you.” It was best to ravish the reverend on a full stomach.

“What sort of stuff do you like? You’re not veggie or vegan are you?”

“Nope. I love my meat. I pretty much eat anything.”

Reverend Morris smiled. “Same here! Okay, how does fillet steak, chips, side salad and a glass of red wine sound?”

“Heavenly!”

“By the way, I was at the midweek hymn practice, and Gordon the organist seems to have undergone a personality transplant! I’ve never seen him so happy. Was he like that when you spoke to him about the choir last Sunday?”

Jenna bit her lip. “Hmm, he was a little moody at first, but after I paid him a compliment, he sort of brightened up.”

“Blimey, whatever did you say to him? He’s like a different bloke. He’s bitten my head off a few times in the past.”

“Well,” Jenna said innocently, “I thanked him for playing one of my favourite hymns, and Ankara escort bayan said how much I admired his organ…erm, his organ playing. I’m a big fan of Charles Wesley.”

“He did write some great hymns.”

“Mmm, yes. Over 6000 hymns. And he somehow found the time to father eight children. How did he find the time?” Jenna added with a mischievous grin.

Reverend Morris chuckled. “Perhaps writing hymns made him very horny!”

They both laughed at this.

The vicar rose from his chair. “I’d say that steak is just about ready,” he said, hurrying into the kitchen. At that moment, Jenna felt her phone vibrate. Quickly, she slipped it out of her bag. Another message. Who was it this time?

I have a message from Charles Wesley. He wonders if u would to see his hard, bulging hymn book. Hope 2 c u at church this Sunday.

G [heart emoji]

“Oh Gordon,” Jenna giggled to herself, and switched the phone off. “It’s hard work being such a good Christian and helping those in need.”

The meal was delicious, and to add to the mood, Reverend Morris had some relaxing Gregorian chant music playing in the background. Jenna had never been wined and dined like this before, and after they’d finished, felt it only right to thank the vicar for his kindness.

In an instant, Jenna’s lips were on his neck again, lingering, tasting him. His hands were in her hair and they were kissing, her sweet breath making him feel light, weightless even. If it was a dream, Reverend Morris never wanted it to end. This woman had awakened something in him that he couldn’t quite describe. At this point, as Jenna took his hand Escort Ankara and led him upstairs, he realised his marriage to Lucy was well and truly stone dead.

The reverend’s hands were at Jenna’s side, unzipping then lifting the silky material of her dress slowly, over her navel, over her chest, over her head, off. Nothing could have prepared him for the sight of her breasts — round and perfect, the stuff of many a dream but beautiful beyond any imagining. His hands cupped them gently. His mouth left her lips, trailing down her neck to her chest. He took her nipple in his mouth and teased the erect tip. His hands roamed down over her arse, lavishing her smooth curves.

Jenna was amazed at Reverend Morris’ confident handling of her body. His sensual, hallowed hands moved over her, sending her heart racing, and she wasted no time in freeing him from his clothing.

As Reverend Morris moved to lay over her, he could sense her need. It was almost as palpable as his own desire, and he was eager to satisfy them both. Jenna’s hands guided his pulsating member, and at last he thrust boldly into her waiting pussy. The reverend gasped in spite of himself as his rod slid into this tight, warm pleasure hole. She held him so tightly and the sensations that coursed through his loins were beyond what he’d experienced back in the vestry a fortnight ago.

Jenna’s eyes rolled back as Reverend Morris’ cock filled her with perfect execution. She bucked her hips up in time with his forceful thrusts, her hands gripped tightly around his shoulders. His grunts of pleasure were deep and resonant, arousing her even further. His hot shaft bore into her over and over again, gaining intensity with every thrust. Jenna began seeing flashes of light behind her eyes, and she knew that their moment was near.

Moments later, they climaxed together; Jenna’s cunt was filled to the brim with another load of holy spunk.

“God in Heaven! I think we have sinned…a lot!”

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