Advent At St Michaels

"This year has absolutely flown by," Reverend Morris said as he read through the latest edition of the parish magazine. I can't believe it's almost the first Sunday of Advent!"

"It's been quite a year," his wife replied, looking very much troubled.

"Are you alright Jen?" Reverend Morris looked at her. "Something's bothering you, I can tell."

Jenna let out a sigh. "Oh Simon. I'm just so disgusted with recent events. I can't believe what's happened.

He knew at once what she was referring to. "Ah. You mean the Archbishop of Canterbury resigning. No-one was more disgusted than I was. To think, we had to go and dine with him at Bishop George's house last year! Bowing and fawning over him whilst he prattled on about Africa and equal opportunities. That lying, hypocrite of a man had the nerve to threaten me over some 300 year old plaque in my church with the most tenuous link to slavery. And all the time he was covering up for some vile abuser!" He slammed his fist down on the coffee table and it was the first time Jenna had seen her normally mild-mannered husband look so enraged.

"Makes me feel sick!" He added. "Good riddance. I hope whoever replaces him will be an actual Christian this time."

Not as sick as I feel, Jenna thought to herself. Had I known what the Archbishop was truly like, I would never have given him a blowjob at that dinner party! But at the time it was necessary to stop him going public over the offending plaque in St. Michael's church.

Reverend Morris composed himself and sighed. "In times like this, I always find my faith tested. These people at the top have turned away from God. I just hope our dear little church doesn't suffer."

Jenna embraced him. "That won't happen, Simon. I'll make sure of that!"

"I'm feeling better already. We're approaching such a busy and important time in the church calendar. And your birthday too!"

The shocking scandal engulfing the C of E had at least meant that Bishop George had long forgotten Reverend Morris' little dalliance with Sandra Conway at the vicarage garden party back in August. He took a deep breath and wondered if he was ever going to finish his sermon in time for the Sunday service.

Meanwhile, over at 64 Stovepipe Avenue, Gordon the organist had no such worries.

He whimpered and squirmed. It was getting hard to form thoughts between the tickling, let alone words, and the corners of his vision were fuzzing with pink mist that blended in with the view of Mia's of jiggling, bouncing breasts smothering him.

"Has my sexy organist been a naughty boy?" She teased, tickling his balls.

"You always bring out my naughty side...ahh! Ohh! Not down there!

"Heehee...Now I'm going to..."

Suddenly, Gordon's smartphone rang, disturbing their afternoon pleasure.

"Oh ignore it," he mumbled, in between kissing his girlfriend. The annoying ringtone continued, before the phone finally went silent. "What were you going to do?"

"Open your diapason," Mia giggled, wrapping her hand round his cock. "That's the right term, yes?"

"Oh yes," he replied, sucking on her nipples. "You've already made me Swell to Great!" Gordon always loved it when pipe organ-themed words were used during sex.

The phone rang again.

"Damn and blast it," Gordon exclaimed, reaching over to the bedside table. "Can't have five minute's peace. I should've switched it off."

"Better answer it, it must be important," Mia said, licking the tip of his cock.

"Hello? Oh hello Reverend."

"Hope I haven't caught you at a bad moment, Gordon?" The vicar said. "Are you alright? Your voice sounds a little shaky."

"Er, no I'm fine. Just er, doing a bit of D.I.Y...what can I do for you?"

"Well about this Sunday's service. I would've emailed you but my Gmail has been playing up. Can't seem to log in at all. I hope it'll resolve itself soon. Anyways, could you play Happy Birthday on the organ after the service? It's for Gladys Wilcox. She's eighty-eight. I'll make an announcement during the reading of the notices."

"Ohhh..." A groan of pleasure escaped Gordon's lips. "Umm, yes, of course I can!"

"Are you sure you're okay? You sound tired." Reverend Morris asked.

"I'm fine, Vicar. I'm...trying to...er, er, unblock the toilet. Eighty-eight? Good old Gladys, that's an achievement."

Mia struggled to hold back a laugh and continued pleasuring the organist.

"Right, thanks so much. I won't detain you further. Hope you get your toilet sorted. See you on Sunday!"

The call ended and Gordon switched off the phone.

"Unblocking the toilet?" Mia laughed, jacking his cock. "You should've said you were getting your pipes cleaned!"

"It's hard to think clearly when a sexy lass has her lips round your dick!"

Reverend Morris put down the phone. "Hmm, Gordon has organ practice in ten minutes. He's picked a fine time to unblock his toilet. Unless he's giving the practice a miss this week."

"A blocked toilet is serious business though," Jenna replied. "Remember the trouble we had with our downstairs one after the vicarage garden party? Good thing Norman was able to fix it. Took him a while."

"I still haven't a clue what it was that got flushed down there. Norman said it was a toy, but Christopher insisted it wasn't one of his, and none of the other kids at the gathering used the downstairs loo...not that it matters. Norman seemed rather embarrassed as I recall."

"Maybe it wasn't a toy at all but a massive turd," Jenna added. "I bet poor Norman just said it was a toy because he didn't want to gross us out or embarrass anyone. By the way, did you notice how distracted he's been recently? I think he's got his eye on that newcomer to our church...what did you say her name was?"

Reverend Morris took a sip of his coffee. "Oh. Eileen Hattersley. Yes, she's been attending our church for about a month now. She's a widow, and was brought up Catholic...used to attend St. Mary's when Father Aiden was there. She was very fond of him, but since he jumped ship and joined the Living Earth Free Church, she seemed to undergo a crisis of faith. I think LEFC is a bit too modern for her, and the new priest at St. Mary's isn't as approachable, so I've heard."

"Hmm, I wonder what Gladys will think of Norman eyeing up a younger woman? They've had a sort of master-slave relationship for over a year now!"

"Not sure! I still can't get that image of him in that pinny and being whipped out of my mind," the vicar said, shaking his head. "Whatever floats your boat. He's an excellent churchwarden. Anyways, I'd better hurry. I've got to be at the Youth Opportunities meeting at the town hall."

Alone in the house, Jenna couldn't help but feel regret. Her musings were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Really hope this isn't another one of those doorstep sellers."

She opened the door and was greeted by none other than Bishop George.

"Hello Jenna! Is Simon in?"

"Oh George! Afraid you've just missed him -- he's gone to some meeting at the town hall."

"Ah, what a shame," the older man replied, trying to look disappointed, but secretly he was delighted.

"Come in please," Jenna said, grabbing his arm. "Actually I could do with someone to talk to right now. Oh George. I did something last year that I truly regret now and I'm not sure how to deal with it."

"Why certainly my dear," Bishop George smiled, following the stunning vicar's wife inside. "You know I am always more than happy to help you in any way I can! It's been a while since we last spoke -- was the vicarage party back in summer wasn't it?"

"Yes it was. Too long."

"How is your cousin doing? And Gordon? I heard that they drank rather too much home-made punch at that party!"

"Um yes. I think we all did! Poor Gordon, he had the hangover from hell the next day. He actually threw up at choir practice...all over the flower arrangement the Mother's Union ladies had brought...good thing this was before the choir arrived."

The bishop smiled as he sat down on the settee. He decided not to mention the fact he'd noticed Jenna, Mia and Gordon asleep and naked in the master bedroom. Perhaps they had all been too drunk to remember what had happened?

"Would you like a cuppa? Or something stronger?" Jenna asked.

"Brandy would be nice," he said with a wink.

"Sure!"

A few moments later, he beckoned Jenna to sit next to him. "Now my dear, what's bothering you? It's not like you to seem so tense. Indeed, her attitude had him greatly concerned. He hoped whatever it was wasn't related to their passionate encounters in the past.

"Well, it's all this business with the disgraced Archbishop of Canterbury," Jenna began. "Simon and I were both horrified when we heard the news."

Bishop George pulled a face as he sipped his brandy. "I never liked him from the start. Ruined the C of E, he has. Of course, he's just one of several bad apples. When he was appointed to that role I said to others, this bloke will be nothing but trouble. And guess what I was proved right. And I was ignored and ostracised for my opinions. I can always smell a wrong 'un Jen. That ridiculous business with the 17th century horse. Can't believe I was forced to go along with that."

"That's the thing, George. I had to persuade the Archbishop to drop his plans to shame Simon's church and remove a plaque that would've caused a lot of damage to a fragile wall. And I was successful in...persuading him. But..."

Bishop George raised an eyebrow as he gazed at her flawless cleavage and legs. He remembered the dinner party last year and how she'd been sat next to the archbishop. How sweaty and red-faced he looked.

"How exactly did you persuade him Jenna? Though I do have an idea..."

"Oh George. When I was alone in the room with him, I sucked his cock. At the time it was such fun, seducing a powerful man...and it was for a very good reason of course. He backed down. But that was before I knew what a horrible person he was, covering up for an abuser. Now I feel ashamed and soiled."

"My dear Jenna, you have nothing to feel ashamed about. He had a lot of us fooled. Friends in high places who defended him. And you did what you did in order to protect your husband's livelihood. Think no more about it. We must look to the future now and hope that the C of E elects someone who won't turn a blind eye to safeguarding concerns and predators that try to hide behind a mask of righteousness."

She nodded. "You're right, George. "Oh I feel so much better now that I've unburdened myself!" She threw her arms around him and held him tight. Her firm tits pressed into his chest, and the bishop felt his cock twitch. They stared at each other, eyes flicking back and forth. Jenna's hand slid slowly down his chest, across his belly, over the belt buckle of his black trousers. She pressed his groin gently.

"Something else I can help you with?" He whispered, as she began teasing his pink shirt that was neatly tucked into his trousers.

"I need my faith in bishops restored."

"Well Jenna, you know what to do there," he replied, kissing her as her eager fingers unzipped his trousers and freed his growing erection from his underwear. She was surprised to see that he was wearing plain white boxer shorts this time.

"No pretty knickers today, George?" She said, pulling his trousers and underpants down.

"Just fancied a change," he replied. "I'm saving the red lace ones you gave me for Christmas."

Moving closer, he shoved his sweaty dick close to her face. She naturally opened up to taste him and he tasted as divine as last time. Sweet and manly. Jenna's hands quickly wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer to her face, shoving his cock deeper into her mouth, until his wiry grey pubes brushed her nose.

"That feels bloody amazing." Bishop George sighed. "Swallow it all the way. I know you can do it, Jen." He urged her on as his dick quickly hardened further.

The bishop's manhood was thick and a good seven inches when it was hard. Jenna closed her eyes to enjoy the musky smell of his crotch and the wet sounds of her lips sucking him.

"Let's go upstairs," she whispered and he didn't hesitate to follow her into the vicarage's master bedroom. Much activity had taken place in here, he mused.

He sat on the edge of the bed as Jenna took her dress off and then unhooked her bra, shrugging it off her shoulders, slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers, and lowered them.

Bishop George pulled her to him, his tongue flicking over delicate pink nipples, his fingers brushing her back and arse. She ran her fingers through his silver hair, before kneeling before him. Jenna opened her mouth wide and greedily started to suck his cock. She looked up to him, his eyes were closed and head tilted back moaning softly, "Oh, I'm blessed. Keep on doing it."

Hearing those words, Jenna started sucking wildly on him. His breathing became really heavy as well as his moaning when suddenly the bishop lifted her head off his cock. The next thing Jenna knew, she was on her back with him between her legs lifting them high in the air.

"Fuck me, Right Reverend. Give it to me." She found herself saying breathlessly.

And he did just that as he rammed half his dick deep in her pussy so violently that she sucked in air to keep from crying out. Then he rammed the rest of it into her, stopping only when his low hanging balls slapped against her. Age hadn't dimmed his stamina one bit and he could match Gordon, her husband and the other church men she'd slept with.

"You like having a bishop's cock in your pussy, Jen?" He suddenly asked with a huge smile on his face. "Has this Bishop successfully restored your faith?"

"Yes... oh God yes!"

"Well you've certainly strengthened mine and I thank you for this divine joy!"

The knowledge that she was giving this hot older man so much pleasure filled Jenna with pride. Bishop George was really enjoying himself at this point as he was pounding her. He buried his cock deep into her holy tunnel and held it there as he pumped a full load of thick cum into the redhead's ever-welcoming womanhood. Burst after burst of his seed coated Jenna's insides and she climaxed, gasping for breath, but beyond satisfied!

They lay happily together cuddling each other afterwards. Both had been relieved of their stress and worries.

"You really are a true Christian Jenna," Bishop George murmured as he caressed her back. "Always thinking of others."