Jenna's back again! You weren't fooled by the ending of the Lent story were you?
The King's coronation was only a few weeks away. Lots of different events were planned, and the church of St. Michael's was no exception.
At St. Michael's vicarage, Reverend Morris was preparing to attend a very important concert at Liverpool cathedral, which was going to be filmed by the team from the popular religious TV programme, Songs of Praise.
Reverend Morris sniggered as he read an online newspaper headline.
"17th century diary reveals local vicar had an 11 inch penis."
"I bet he was popular!" He said to his wife.
Jenna laughed. "11 inches? Wow, that is impressive. Of course, it's not the size, it's what you do with it that counts."
"Oh yes. I agree completely!" He put down his phone. "Right that's enough of that. We must get ready to leave. Gosh, I'm really looking forward to this concert! It's a real honour for us to have been invited to attend. His Majesty has been visiting several cathedrals this week.
"I'm excited too. Will we actually get a chance to speak to the King?"
"Perhaps, Jen. Not sure if he'll come round and speak to all of us, maybe a lucky few on the front row, eh?"
"Oh good. Must say, I'm relieved that pregnancy scare turned out to be a false alarm, Simon. I'd just got struck down with a stomach bug. I mean, I want to be a mum one day, but not yet. I'm not ready for such a big responsibility just yet, bringing a new life into the world."
"You're only twenty-one, Jen. You've got plenty of time. Enjoy the best years of your life! And I just know you'll be a wonderful mum one day. You're so good with Christopher when he stays over."
She nodded and thought to herself. After all, I feel I still have a lot of God's work to do, helping the men of the church.
She wasn't the only one who was relieved. Gordon the organist was overjoyed too. Though after a private meeting with the vicar's wife in church last week, he confessed that he would've "pulled out all the stops" to support her, if it turned out he was the father. Thankfully, the status quo had been restored, and much to his delight, he and Jenna had resumed their weekly "organ practice" on Thursday nights.
Gordon had been tempted to confess a whole load of other things to her, but had held back, when he got the impression she'd already figured out the strength of his feelings, and that put his mind at ease.
***
Edward Hardwick was nervous. He was standing in for the regular organist at Liverpool, who'd been struck down with a bad case of flu. Edward knew he had big shoes to fill, as the man he was standing in for was a highly respected musician, with countless accolades and credits to his name.
"It wouldn't be so bad if it was just a regular Sunday service, but why did it have to be a concert where the King will be in attendance? All eyes will be on me. Songs of Praise will be filming. I'm not sure I can cope with this..."
Edward was a brilliant young organist, but was prone to periods of self-doubt and nervousness. At twenty-eight, he was still a bit of a greenhorn, compared to the other organists he'd encountered, and had only just landed his first full-time organist job. The small parish church outside Liverpool where he was now the official organist, was a world away from this massive cathedral.
Edward was sure a more experienced organist and choirmaster could've been found to perform here, but the clergy seemed convinced that he was ideal to take on the job. He took comfort from that. He must be doing something good if they'd put this much faith in him. And playing at the cathedral for a coronation concert would look very good on his resume.
Later...
"What a beautiful building this is, Jenna marvelled as she and Reverend Morris took their seats in the cathedral ready for the concert. "I've been to Liverpool loads of times but never visited the cathedral. I wonder if Father Aiden has been here? He used to be based at Liverpool before he came to our town."
"Yes I think he's attended a few services here. That reminds me, I must email him sometime and see how he's getting on at the Living Earth Free Church. Last I heard, he'd got engaged to Róisín."
"Ah, I'm really chuffed for him," Jenna replied with a smile, remembering her first encounter with the once-miserable priest at the vicarage social last year. She read through the order of service booklet. It was adorned with little golden crowns. The usual collection of familiar patriotic music - Handel's Messiah, Jerusalem, Rule Britannia, Crown Imperial and of course, the National Anthem.
On the first page was some information about the cathedral organ.
"Liverpool Cathedral boasts the largest pipe organ in the UK - an instrument of tremendous power and majesty, but also of serenity and calm. Its sole purpose is to aid worship by creating a reverent atmosphere."
"Gordon would be over the moon if he could get his fingers on this impressive instrument! Listen to this, Simon. An 'Anniversary' recital is given by the Cathedral Organist each year on the nearest Saturday to 18th, in commemoration of its dedication.
The organ is situated in two chambers on opposite sides of the Choir. It currently comprises 10,268 pipes and 200 stops contained in nine divisions. There are two five-manual consoles; the original one up in a dedicated gallery under the North Choir case and a mobile recital console at floor level. The 'Trompette Militaire' and the 'Tuba Magna' stops are the loudest voices on the organ."
"Makes the organ in our church look like a penny whistle by comparison," the vicar replied. "I think even Gordon would be a bit overwhelmed if he had to play this whopper."
"He could play it with ease," she replied. "Gordon's the best organist in the world."
Jenna closed her eyes and thought back to last night. Organ practice with Gordon had been wild...and those two old tin pipes he'd given her during Lent had been put to good use again.
***
"Lie back on the stool for me," Gordon whispered. Slowly, he traced the cold organ pipe down her naked body, before pausing and using the tip of it to tease her erect nipples. She giggled.
"So cold!"
"Delightfully tuned," he grunted. He moved a finger down and began teasing her clit. Then he pressed a key on one of the manuals.
"Can you sing that note for me?"
"Laaaa..."
"Excellent! How about these notes?" He played a few chords whilst fingering her.
"Ahh...doe...ray...mee...ohh my God..."
Jenna breathed harder and faster until she shuddered and cried out in ecstasy, and writhed beneath him. The orgasm rocked through her body like a tidal wave; it was indescribable.
"Always so perfectly in key, Jenna. Very good, very...ahhh." Jenna's bare foot started rubbing his groin, and he struggled to remain composed.
"Open your organ loft, Gordon. I need to perform an inspection."
As usual, he immediately succumbed to her charms. "At once," he smiled, unzipping his trousers and freeing his member from his underpants. "I am sure everything is in fine working order, but I might need a little bit of a re-tune."
"I can help you there," Jenna said, reaching in she gave a quick kiss to the tip of his fat prick, and began to suck the length, then taking it deeper.
Gordon cried out in delight, and dropped the organ pipe. It clattered onto the church's stone floor.
"Ohh, so good," Gordon sighed. His words spurred her on, so she varied her technique, flicking her tongue down his shaft's sensitive underside, then up. She extended her tongue and licked the head of his cock like a lollipop.
"Mmm, is my sexy organ daddy ready to give me some of his delicious cum?"
