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Gordon Leesmith was not having a good day. Another Sunday, another morning Eucharist at St. Michael’s, where he dutifully played the organ and directed the choir. It had all gone as planned, until the end of the service when that damned busybody John Norris had felt the need to vent his spleen.
“You played the wrong opening hymn, Gordon,” John exclaimed, as the congregation departed. “Great is Thy Faithfulness was selected, not Love Divine.”
“That’s not what the vicar told me,” Gordon muttered, not looking at him. He loathed this odious pedant.
“Anyways I just thought I’d let you know. Patricia and I were a little confused.”
“No change there then,” Gordon replied, unable to restrain himself. “Do you think maybe just for once you and wife might refrain from poking your noses into every bloody thing?”
John was so taken aback, he couldn’t speak for a moment. “Well really! There’s no need for language, Gordon. I was merely saying…”
“Don’t come the innocent with me, you’re the biggest shit-stirrer in this church. I’ve seen the gossip you spread on Facebook. And I’ll play whatever bloody hymn I like, thankyou very much.”
“I wouldn’t argue in a church.”
“I’ll argue anywhere as long as I’m in the right. Now bugger off!”
Thus suitably chastised, the subdued John left, and Gordon was left to sort through his music sheets in peace. He adjusted his black robe and continued grumbling to himself. He wasn’t always as grumpy and short-tempered as this. Years ago he’d been a jolly, fun-loving chap who enjoyed joking with other members of the church.
That was before his divorce.
Gordon was fifty-five, and had been organist and choirmaster at St Michael’s for almost twenty years. Ten years ago, his wife Marjorie had run off with a man young enough to be her son. She was fifty and her lover was a twenty-five year old personal trainer. They’d met online. Gordon’s world had been knocked for six. He never imagined Marjorie would cheat on him. They’d always been so happy, with a very active sex life.
Jenna had been quietly observing the little outburst with much interest. After expressing an interest in joining the choir, Reverend Morris had warned her that the organist had the “shortest of short fuses.” When she’d pressed him further, the vicar had revealed the details of Gordon’s marital problems and sworn her to secrecy.
Jenna licked her lips. She was aching for a romp with Reverend Morris right now, but he’d been asked to conduct a service at another local church this morning, and a female vicar had stood in for him. What was a horny lass to do?
“Poor, miserable Gordon.” Jenna mused. “I doubt he gets much action. He needs cheering up.” Looking at him, she thought him quite good looking for an older man. He had a full head of silvery hair and unlike Reverend Morris, was of a stocky build. On the occasions she’d seen him minus his long black robe, he possessed quite a paunch. Jenna idly toyed with a strand of her hair, considering her next move. Gordon was giving off daddy kink vibes.
“I wonder if the organist will let me play with his organ?”
Gordon was busy rifling through hymn books and didn’t notice Jenna saunter over at first. She cleared her throat and he glanced round.
“Uh. Can I help you with something?”
“Oh hello,” Jenna replied, acting rather coy. “I…hope I haven’t caught you at a bad time…Mr…”
“Gordon. Bad time? There’s never a good time,” he muttered, giving the usual gruff response. “Nothing personal.”
“Well I just wanted to thank you…Gordon. You played my favourite hymn, Love Divine. I can’t tell you how much Ankara escort I enjoyed it.”
His attention captured, Gordon finally put down the books he was fiddling with and sat on the organ stool, facing her. “You did?”
“I love anything by Charles Wesley. His hymns are amazing.”
“Indeed they are. He wrote thousands during his lifetime.”
Gordon certainly was hard to read. Jenna wondered if she was having any effect on him at all. His dour expression didn’t give anything away. It looked like this chap was going to be quite a challenge.
“Every week I come to church and I hear you play these lovely old hymns on this fine organ.” Jenna continued. “I love hearing you play.”
“I’ve had enough practice. I’ve been doing this for many years now.”
Evidently, Gordon wasn’t used to receiving any kind of compliments whatsoever.
Jenna walked closer. “You’re so talented.”
“Ah…well. That’s…nice of you to say. What’s your name?”
Her persistence seemed to be paying off, and the organist appeared to be getting a little flustered at her flattery.
“Jenna.”
“Do you play any musical instruments, Jenna?” Gordon replied.
“Just the piano.”
He nodded. “Good, good. For work or just a hobby?”
“Oh purely as a hobby,” she smiled, flicking her red hair. “I was wondering…please could you play a bit of Charles Wesley for me?”
Gordon’s stern face finally relaxed into a smile. “Why certainly. What would you like to hear?”
“Ooh how about And Can It Be?”
He shuffled around on the stool. “Very well. I often practice a bit after the morning service, when the others have left. I’m not one for idle chatter in the church hall.”
“Me neither,” Jenna said, walking up to beside him, so close that her cleavage was at his eye level. Gordon couldn’t help but give a side glance, and then quickly looked ahead.
“Right, are you ready?”
The strains of the great Wesleyan hymn filled the church as Gordon’s fingers graced the mighty organ. Jenna hummed along, and then an idea came into her head. Suddenly, Gordon stopped playing.
“I don’t hear any singing, Jenna. How about you sing whilst I play?”
“Ok!” She grinned, and he resumed playing.
“And can it be, that I should gain – An int’rest in the Saviour’s blood?”
Jenna deftly unfastened the first button on her white top.
“Died He for me, who caused His pain–For me, who Him to death pursued?”
Gordon happened to glance to his right again, and almost played a wrong note. Jenna continued singing.
“Amazing love! How can it be, That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?”
She unfastened another button. Gordon continued playing, and as the chorus approached, the third and final button of her top was swiftly unfastened.
“Amazing love! How can it be, That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?”
Gordon’s eyes almost popped out of his head and he cleared his throat.
“Go on, play a second verse!” Jenna said.
He continued to play, but could feel his face burning. Jenna was singing her heart out…and seemed to be blissfully unaware that she’d suffered a wardrobe malfunction…she wasn’t wearing a bra! Bloody hell, what a beautiful pair of tits…Gordon was uncomfortably hot all at once. He was no stranger to internet porn – after his divorce, porn was the only thing he could turn to in order to get a bit of relief…not that it really relieved him all that much, in fact it didn’t turn him on at all anymore…he’d become impotent. Suddenly, with the young and beautiful Jenna inches away from him and…somewhat exposed, his dormant Ankara escort bayan cock had surged back into life and was now straining against his underpants and trousers…
“Just one more verse, Gordon! I’ll give it my all.”
He continued playing and she resumed singing, her pale, pert breasts jiggling, inches from his face.
“Oh dear God,” Gordon thought to himself. What a situation to find oneself in. “Should I say something to her?”
“My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and followed THEE!”
Jenna pretended to lose her balance. “Whoops!” She said, toppling over and putting her hand on Gordon’s thigh. He jolted and played a note that was so off-key, Les Dawson would’ve been impressed.
“Ooh Gordon that was such fun! I love that hymn so much!”
An embarrassed Gordon quickly rose to his feet. “Uhm…I’m glad. Er, would you excuse me a minute, Jenna? I need to visit the gents.”
Jenna struggled to hold back a giggle as he hurried off to the toilets. “He must be rock hard by now,” she smirked. “Probably having a wank. I’ll give him a few minutes…then I’m going in there after him.”
Gordon had to relieve himself more frequently these days, due to that most troublesome of male organs – the prostate. Today however, it wasn’t an enlarged prostate stopping him from peeing, but a raging boner. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d got as hard as this. Unfastening his belt and trousers, he slipped a hand inside his underpants and pulled out his cock. He stroked himself and wondered what to do. That Jenna – was she actually flirting with him?
That was ridiculous, she was young enough to be his daughter. What woman in her right mind would want to flirt with a fat old git like him?
Still, how could she not have noticed her tits were hanging out like that? It seemed so deliberate. That stunning, red-haired vixen! He couldn’t hide in the toilets forever. She might come in looking to see if he was alright. He zipped up his trousers, adjusted his robe and went back into the church…
Jenna was sitting on the organ stool, legs crossed…but top wide open.
“There you are, Gordon. I was beginning to think you’d flushed yourself down the loo. You’re not trying to avoid me are you?”
Gordon blushed crimson. “W-what are you playing at? Someone might come in at any moment?”
Jenna shrugged. “So what?” Whoever is sat at the organ can’t be seen from the door. You have to walk right down the side aisle and come right up close. Nobody can see us. And you played the hymn so good. I just want to show my appreciation.”
He blinked, mesmerised. “Was I really that good?”
Jenna walked over to the organist. “Better than that,” she said. She looked up at Gordon with dreamy, lust filled eyes. He was about to say something, but Jenna shut him off, grabbing his neck and pulling his head down to her level. She kissed him hard on the lips. Gordon didn’t resist or try to pull away. Spurred on by this, Jenna wrapped his arms round Gordon’s sides and pressed her body against his. The organist struggled to stay upright for a second, but regained his balance. He lowered his head and feasted on her hardened nipples, until Jenna pushed him down onto the stool, his back to the organ.
“What’s that passage in the Bible…something about the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak?” Jenna teased, running her hand across his robe-covered thighs.
“Uhh…I just play the hymns,” Gordon sighed, as her hand brushed his crotch. “You’re leading me into temptation…that’s all I can say. Look what you’ve done to me!”
“I Escort Ankara haven’t started yet,” Jenna smiled, lifting up his black robe, revealing black trousers. His crotch bulge was enormous. “I’m going to have fun playing THIS organ,” Jenna said. She felt bolder and more in control than she had ever before, more than when she’d seduced Reverend Morris last week. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers, revealing his underwear. Gordon was wearing white y-front underpants, and his cock was straining against the fabric; a large wet spot had appeared. Jenna caressed the bulge, then carefully pulled down his damp y-fronts, revealing his painfully engorged cock. It was average in length but girthy. She began kissing his shaft, which twitched and leaked precum.
Gordon gripped the sides of the stool so tight, his fingernails turned white.
“Oh God…”
“Gordon could you stand up for a sec? Your undies are in the way.”
Immediately, he did as she asked, and she pulled his underpants and trousers down to his ankles. Half an hour ago, such actions would’ve been unthinkable…he could barely think at all right now. All his anger and frustration and pent-up desire were released at once, when he felt Jenna’s hands slip round his shaft.
“That’s better.” Jenna said. “What a magnificent organ you have!”
Sweat ran down Gordon’s brow as the temptress licked the head of his cock. The taste of precum was like nectar to her tongue. He was groaning louder now, as Jenna reached his most sensitive areas. She deep throated and sucked him hard and he yelled in pleasure. His balls were so full, he feared they’d explode.
“Oh Jenna…harder, more! Yes!” Gordon groaned, putting his hand on her head. She gripped his bare thighs and buried her face deeper between his legs, sucking him. His wiry grey pubes were tickling her nose. Gordon cried out in joy.
Jenna withdrew, only to run her tongue around the underside of his cock.
“Oh fuck, I’m coming!” Gordon yelled. He lay back, forgetting the organ was behind him, and his elbows pressed against the lower keyboard. A horrific cacophony of wrong notes filled the church, but neither he or Jenna cared.
Gordon reached his peak quickly and it was impossible to stop himself. He repeated Jenna’s name, over and over again, as she licked his throbbing member. He let go, feeling that intense wave of pleasure spread up from his balls and across his whole body. A huge stream of cum spurted down Jenna’s throat. She swallowed the seed greedily. Cum tasted so good, and Gordon’s was especially thick, tangy and delicious. A second spurt landed right between her breasts, while a third and final load sprayed right across her face, leaving her coated in the gooey, sticky essence.
“Mmm…Gordon, that was the best!” She slowly licked around his cockhead, as some final drops of cum dripped out.
“What on earth is Gordon doing?” Mrs Norris wondered as she hurried to the church. The din from the organ was so bad, it could be heard in the church hall. She pulled a face and adjusted her horn-rimmed glasses. “What a dreadful noise!” Marching down the aisle, she shouted Gordon’s name, but there was no way he could hear due to the deafening din of the organ.
Gordon sat up on the stool and the awful noise ceased.
“What a delightful mess you’ve made!” Jenna giggled, as his cum trickled down her face and breasts.
“I…I’ll get you some tissues,” he gasped, still in a blissful stupor.
“I really enjoyed playing your organ. Can I play it again sometime?”
Gordon’s heart jumped in his chest. There was going to be a next time? “Of course you can!”
“Gordon, what are you doing…AGHHHHHHH! OH MY GOD! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?”
“Oh shit,” Gordon exclaimed as he noticed Mrs Norris standing there. The look on her face was priceless.
“What’s your problem?” Jenna replied. “Have you never seen a woman playing an organ before?”
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