Saint Michael’s hosts a town celebration.
A Series in 17 parts, By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Young Men of the Choir
Choir practice at St. Michael's church was always a lively affair. Yet, for the past year or so, it lacked a full spectrum of harmony, because of the ailing older men who provided base and baritone fullness to many of the arrangements.
Recently, it had become a lot harder on Gordon's ears due to a couple of new members. James and Jordan were two eager eighteen-years old, and the twin sons of Debbie the Sunday school teacher. They both hit puberty rather late, having had vocal changes occur at about their 16th birthday. Last month Gordon overheard the two brothers shout cheers for their favorite Premier League team, while getting in their car, after Sunday morning service.
The husky, revelry, inspired Gordon to take on the challenge of refining the twins into a huge asset for the church choir. That enthusiasm diminished after their first choir practice.
"I've got my work cut out, getting that lot into shape ready to sing at the community coronation celebration, next month!" Gordon told Jenna at their weekly 'organ practice.' "They're bloody awful. I know they're Debbie's boys and she's chuffed they're finally getting involved in church life, but I fear they're tone deaf!"
"Oh dear, that's no good,” Jenna said as she finished playing Crown Him with Many Crowns and then readied herself to play a much more interesting organ.
Jenna could feel Gordon rubbing his hardening cock against her arse. It was then that she had an idea.
"I think I should give those two boys some extra inspiration," she smiled. "Maybe they're not completely tone deaf. With a bit more instruction, their voices might be passable."
"Hmm, maybe." Gordon replied, his voice shaking with arousal. "They’re coming in tomorrow afternoon for extra instruction and vocal training. I've taught some pretty poor choirboys and choirgirls over the years. Some did vastly improve and go on to have terrific careers in music."
Jenna switched off the organ and slid round on the stool. "Do you want me, Gordy?" She asked, darting her tongue between his lips. "Tell me how much, if you do,”
"Desperately!" He growled. "My God, you're so fucking hot! Pardon my language, I forgot we're in the church."
"You say the loveliest things."
Gordon was hornier than usual tonight. He'd recovered from a bad cold and was eager to make up for lost time. Adjusting the open-fronted black robe he always wore in church, he tried furiously to unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers with one hand while feeling his way to unfasten Jenna's blouse and bra with the other.
"Oh, organ daddy is eager tonight!" She cooed. "Swell to Great!" she added, referring to one of the organ stops, which in recent months had become a double entendre.
"I've already swelled," Gordon sighed, as he feasted on her beautiful tits. "Oh Jenna, Daddy needs you so much."
"Let me give you a hand, then." She pulled out his thick cock and began stroking it.
His shaking hands were soon pulling her soaking wet panties to one side and he wasted no time in sinking his entire cock straight into her hot, wet cunt. When he was completely inside her, he started to slowly pump it in and out, making the strokes longer and faster, banging her back and arse against the organ's manuals, until she was literally screaming with pleasure. Her cries echoed through the empty church.
"Oh my darling Jenna! Yes!" Gordon groaned. "You're such a good girl! I love fucking your nice, ripe, young cunt! You're going to make me cum hard! I'm going to fill your young body with so much cum! Ah!"
Gordon's thick, hot load spurted fast, deep and hard into her.
"Ahh, that was lovely," she whispered in his ear. "You always pull out all the stops!" Jenna gasped as they recovered from their intense orgasms. Once again, the organist had left her thoroughly entertained. She rested her head on his shoulder and he gently slipped his arms around her.
"Do you remember the first time we, did it?" Gordon replied, planting soft kisses on her forehead. "Such a long time ago, when you seduced me right here on this organ stool and I hopelessly surrendered to your charms?"
"Hee hee. How could I forget that? You were powerless to resist. And so shy at first,”
"Me? Shy?" Gordon spluttered. "I think not, I was just stunned."
"You blushed when you came back from the gents and saw me sat here on the stool!"
"Organists don't blush! We just, swell." Gordon replied, though his cheeks were already turning several shades of red.
"Of course," Jenna replied, running her fingers through his thick, silver hair.
“And let me fill in for you, tomorrow. I want those fellas to get a vision for how they can add to the choir.”
The next day, Jenna was in church alone, practicing a few pieces of music on the organ. Sensing the presence of someone, she stopped and peered over the top of the partition.
"Oh good. They're here."
"Good afternoon you two!" She announced, as James and Jordan headed down the aisle. The two blonde-haired lads looked surprised to see the vicar's wife.
"Oh, Mrs. Morris," Jordan exclaimed. "Is Gordon here? He asked us to meet him here for some extra choir practice."
"Afraid Gordon's needing me to fill in. Hope you're not too disappointed."
They both looked at each other. "As if! Gordon's a bit,”
"Strict?" Jenna replied. "Yes he is, but he's been organist and choirmaster for a long time and he takes his job very seriously. This coronation concert is really important for the church. The Mayor will be attending. So it's important that we get those voices of yours up to scratch. I think a little bit of extra inspiration is needed."
“Some parishioners heard the two of you chanting support for your favorite Premier League football team, a few weeks ago. Is that true?”
“Manchester, all the way!” James beamed.
“Ah, great team!” Jenna affirmed. “So, do me a favor, please. Can you two repeat that chant you shouted in the car park?”
The guys repeated their team Busby Boys chant;
Hello, hello
We are the Busby Boys
Hello, hello
We are the Busby Boys
And if you are a City fan surrender or you'll die
We all follow United
Jenna looked puzzled. “Fellas, I’m having a hard time believing that’s what they parishioners were treated to in the car park? Gordon said he heard a very masculine machismo boistering. He heard passion, bravery, smack-talking cockiness. Let’s try again, but I’m going to join you, okay? And if either of you hear my voice overpowering your powerful masculine cheers, it is to your shame.”
Jordan began the Busby Boys chant again, and the twin baritones filled the high ceilings of the great sanctuary with the richest a-capella Jenna had ever heard since joining the church a year ago.
James and Jordan were breathing heavily, and feeling great affirmation of what they have the vocal power to do, in that place of worship.
“Bravo!” Jenna cheered, clapping her hands. This is the raw masculinity that our church needs in worship. Gordon can teach you technique and tone, but Manchester United is where you found your masculine identity. Can you bring that with you to practices and performances?”
“Uh, sure;” Jordan said. James nodded.
Jenna slid herself off the organ stool in such a way as to ensure a flash of her panties. She had put on one of her favorite short black dresses, which was hardly suitable attire for church. She'd borrowed Gordon's black robe. It was unzipped in front, but too big for her and kept slipping off her shoulders.
"This thing's not my size at all," she muttered. "Best left for Gordon." She removed it, and sensed the two lads eyeing her up as she draped it over a pew. She was wearing a sleeveless black dress that clung in all the right places.
Jordan gave a cough. "Um, Mrs. Morris,”
"Jenna, please. No need to be so formal. You're not at school now, are you? In fact I shouldn't be calling you choirboys at all, seeing as you've just turned eighteen. I think choirmen would be more suitable, yes?"
"Yeah!" They both gave nervous grins.
“Well I’m a woman,” Jenna explained. “I can tell you, the good women of the church really want the men to be men. Good men, virtuous, but men. Please promise me you’ll continue to be the men God created you to be? And you’re a perfectly matched pair of baritones. You have no idea how incredible your resonance can be, if you refine your craft.”
"Okay, we'll just have an hour going over the pieces that Gordon mentioned. Nothing too intense. How does that sound?"
"Great, yeah." James said with new enthusiasm.
"James, is it true that you want to be an organist some day?"
"That's right. I start uni in September."
“Let’s get the sheet music Gordon assigned for this week,” Jenna turned away and fiddled with some music books on the shelf at the side of the organ, bending at the waist and swaying a bit more than she needed to.
"She is well fit!" Jordan whispered to his brother.
"Wish she'd take over from Gordon permanently! Yeah. I'd do her." James boasted.
Jenna smirked to herself, then stood back up and faced James; "My my, aren't you eager?"
James froze. Shit, she overheard! "To sing? Oh sure, we wanna get this right." He awkwardly scratched the side of his head.
She walked a couple steps over to him, and carelessly dropped one of the music books on the floor. She squatted down in front of him. Gazing up, she could see the outline of a massive cock hardening behind the skinny jeans he was wearing.
"Oh, not just to sing!" Jenna said, and slowly slid her hands up his thigh. James just stood there, stunned, not knowing what to do or say. Her fingers were soon tracing the outline of his big, thick, long cock through his jeans.
"Oh my, James!" Jenna said, "You are a big fella."
Jordan gawped as the vicar's wife continued caressing his brother's thigh.
"So; who wants to go first?" Jenna looked to James, then over to Jordan.
"Umm," they both mumbled.
"James," Jenna said, massaging his cock through his jeans, "I think someone wants to come out and say hi, don't you?"
"Uh, yes!" He gasped, blushing.
Jenna unfastened his jeans, and pulled them and his boxers down to his knees. She was pleasantly surprised. Definitely a cock worthy of an organist, or future organist! “You truly are an organist!”
She aimed his aching erection straight for her open mouth, and didn't stop until she had thrust his whole shaft straight down her warm, wet throat.
"Whoa, holy shit!" James groaned as Jenna worked her amazing talented, tongue, swirling round and round his youthful cock. A few seconds of her incredible cock-skills was all he could take and he was soon pumping a whole load of hot cum straight down her lovely throat.
"Fuckin' 'ell!"
Jenna greedily swallowed every drop, her unblinking eyes gazing up at him the whole time. She even kept on gently sucking long after she'd already sucked him completely dry.
"Delicious! What a good man you are, James. I'd say you hit all the right notes there and are perfectly tuned-up! Now how about your brother, pipe?"
Jordan didn't hesitate, and soon had his jeans unzipped. Jenna wrapped her fingers around his aching cock. Like his brother, he was generously endowed, and quick to rise to the occasion, however his lack of experience would mean a swift conclusion. Nothing wrong with that, of course. They were young and eager. In time, they could be molded into excellent lovers.
Jenna thought about the time she seduced the nervous, virgin curate in the church hall's storeroom. Thanks to her, Josh was now full of confidence and an expert in the bedroom, and he had recently got engaged.
Her hand was pumping Jordan's nice, young cock good and hard.
"Oh God, fuck yes!"
She leaned in and licked the head of his cock a few times, before running her tongue up and down the length of it. Her lips kissed and sucked the tip of his cock as her tongue teased it a few times. It twitched uncontrollably. Jenna slid it into her mouth while looking intently into his eyes.
Jordan pressed his hips forward and was surprised to see her eagerly take the entire length of his member into her mouth. She grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him tight. She sucked his shaft hard, making him yell with pleasure. She savored the taste of pre-cum.
"Oh Jenna! I'm gonna cum!"
The vicar's wife began to suck him harder, her tongue sliding over and around his cock as her head as was pushed and pulled back and forth. She sucked Jordan's cock for all it was worth, caressing his balls at the same time.
Oh dear God, then it came, what she was waiting for. Jordan's cock erupted in a white creamy fountain; he couldn't stop. He was groaning in ecstasy. Jenna swallowed every drop, gulping it down.
"Umm, tastes so good! Another yummy load. You really needed to unload, didn't you?
Jordan’s eyes were now closed and he was breathing heavily.
Well, that gets you fully tuned-up, too. I guess we're about done here," Jenna said, standing up and planting a kiss on both their cheeks. "But, we'd better do a bit of singing as well. "I'll give you a few minutes to, compose yourselves, then meet me at the piano. Then we'll sing Onward Christian Soldiers! If you boys can sing as expertly as you shoot your cum, the coronation service will be a massive success!"
Polishing the Mayor’s Ceremonial Mace
It was Thursday morning and the coronation of King Charles III was by now, tantalizingly close. Over at St Michael's vicarage however, all was not well.
"What do you mean we can't have a street party outside the church this Sunday?" Reverend Morris exclaimed. "There was no problem last year when we had the Jubilee celebrations."
The council official at the end of the line muttered something about it being the Mayor's rule, and hung up.
"Bloody councils," the vicar moaned. "Full of useless overpaid pen-pushers. The Mayor's coming to visit our church later today too. I've a good mind to raise the issue with him face to face."
Jenna raised an eyebrow. "I thought being a mayor was just a ceremonial role. How come he's not letting the church hold a street party?"
"Some red tape about obstructing the King's Highway or something."
"But we're holding a party to honor the new King! Surely rules can be waived just this once?"
"We could always pretend to be eco protesters," Reverend Morris remarked.
Jenna uncrossed her legs and began thinking. "That Mayor needs some persuading. "I can't have Simon's plans ruined by pesky red tape,”
Mayor Harrison Buckingham rolled his eyes as he turned into the small car park of St Michael's church hall.
"Right, time for another tedious hour shaking hands with old ladies and giving fake smiles," the corpulent man muttered as he parked the Jaguar.
"Keys," his wife replied.
"What, you're not coming in with me?"
"Not a chance. You can do this all by yourself, darling. I'm off to the Trafford Centre for a spot of retail therapy."
"But, but, Pauline, you're the Mayoress! And how am I going to get home?"
"And you're the Mayor dear. A small church like this only needs one of us. Our house is five minutes from this church. You could either phone a taxi or do something really daring, such as walk home. Keys."
He grumbled to himself but did as she asked.
"Ah, he's here," Reverend Morris said. Jenna observed the approaching man carefully. Aged about sixty, overweight, and with greying hair that was dominated by a large and very obvious toupee. His gold mayoral chains glinted in the late spring sunshine.
"Oh, he's a chonky lad." Jenna chuckled.
"From what I've heard, he's dishonest and drinks a lot." Reverend Morris whispered. "His smile is as fake as that hairpiece he's wearing. Norman Winstanley knows him from the Men's Fellowship meetings, and said he's made a fool of himself several times."
"Perfect qualities for someone working on the council then," Jenna smirked.
"By the way, I heard Norman has moved in with Gladys Wilcox and become her lodger."
"There's something kinky going on between those two, I'm certain of it." Jenna said.
"What? As if. She's in her eighties!" The vicar gasped.
"Just because there's snow on the roof, doesn't mean the fire's gone out!" Jenna replied. "Although Gladys once confessed to me that she had a bit of a fancy for Gordon. I guess Norman's her second choice as he was willing to do whatever she asked of him."
Reverend Morris' eyes widened. "I'm sure he only helps her with D I Y projects and her shopping."
"Well I still think there's more to it. Mark my words. I don't think Gladys is the prim old widow you think she is!"
Reverend Morris fiddled with his surplice. "Ah, good afternoon Mayor!"
"Hello there, Vicar!" He shook hands. "Oh and who is this lovely lady? Your daughter I presume?"
"No, my wife, Jenna."
"Ah, my bad. Dearie me, either you're his second wife or you've got a bloody good plastic surgeon! Ha ha ha!"
Reverend Morris cringed. "Jenna is my second wife. Lucy and I divorced a year ago.
"Oh I see. Well don't blame you there, Reverend. Wish I could do the same but She Who Must Be Obeyed won't let me. Ha ha ha!"
"Where is the Mayoress?" Jenna interrupted.
"Afraid she's, tested positive for Covid," the Mayor lied, hoping that they hadn't noticed his wife driving away.
"Oh what a shame," Jenna replied. "So you're all alone? Never mind, I will be glad to show you round our beautiful church."
"Can't stand the bloke," Reverend Morris whispered to his wife as they entered the church. "There's tactless and then there's downright offensive. The man's a complete buffoon."
"Leave him to me," Jenna said. "I don't mind showing him round."
"I'm not leaving you alone with that creep!" Reverend Morris exclaimed.
"Oh Simon, I can easily handle a chubby chap in gold chains. He wouldn't dare do anything in a church, surely?" She was desperate to get the Mayor alone.
"In this day and age, can't let your guard down,” He was interrupted by Norman.
"Sorry to interrupt, Vicar. The builders have arrived to repair the church hall roof. But there's another problem."
"Can't this wait, Norman? We're just showing the Mayor round."
"Afraid not." He lowered his voice and whispered. "They've discovered asbestos."
"What? Oh no! That'll cost a fortune to remove. And I've spent weeks promoting that church roof fundraiser. I'm not running any more quarter marathons!"
"Yeah. Not good for the church finances, but the hall can't be used until it's all been removed by a specialist company. It can't be done until after the Coronation weekend. I've been speaking to the Treasurer and he wants you to give the green light to get someone in to get it sorted. Could you just pop round and sign some paperwork?"
"Sure, no problem." He turned to Jenna. Before he could say anything, she stopped him.
"I'll take care of you-know-who," she smiled, and gave both of them a wink."
"Looks like it's just you and me, Mr. Mayor," Jenna said, taking hold of the Mayor's arm. "Do excuse my husband, but I'm afraid he's just found out there's asbestos in the church roof, so that means we can't hold our Coronation party in there." Jenna gave a loud and deliberate sigh as the two walked into the empty church vestry. "And what with the ban on having a street party, I don't know what we're going to do. Maybe you could pull a few strings and allow us to block the road, just this once?"
The obese official adjusted his shirt collar. "Mrs. Morris, I appreciate how upsetting that must be for your church, but,”
"I'd be ever so grateful, and I'd make it worth your while in ways you could never imagine,”
Now he was intrigued. "Oh? Bribery is it? Well I'm anyone's for a bottle of single malt. Or a good box of cigars,”
"Oh I'm sure I could run to that, Mr. Mayor. In fact I could give you even more than that if you'd just let me show you."
"Oh, you've whetted my appetite already. What could be better than whiskey and cigars?" He was no stranger to taking backhanders.
"Something like this?" Jenna said, reaching down and squeezing his thigh.
The Mayor jolted in surprise. He grinned and gave her a flash of yellow teeth.
"Are all vicar's wives as welcoming as you?"
"I truly couldn't say. But I do have a thing for men in suits who wear ceremonial chains," Jenna continued, still massaging his thigh. He was smiling and winking at her and she noticed a bulge growing in the front of his light grey trousers. Her eager eyes kept involuntarily fixing on it.
"I can show you my ceremonial mace if you'd like," the Mayor whispered, his plump face red with lust. Thank God Pauline chose to go shopping! He thought.
"Umm, I would love to get my hands on that," Jenna said. "Let's go over to the organ. It's got a nice big stool for you to sit on."
He just nodded excitedly. Upon arriving at the organ, the Mayor and put his hands on Jenna's arse and lifted her up. She wrapped her arms around his sweaty neck and wrapped her legs (as best she could) around his fat waist. He pressed his mouth against hers and plunged his tongue in. His breath was scented with whiskey and cigar smoke, and as his actions proved, it had been a long time since he last got laid. Not so much a kiss as being slobbered by a dog, she thought. Jenna broke the kiss and beckoned him to sit on the stool.
"Ah, want to see my ceremonial mace, you hungry girl?"
"Definitely, Mr. Mayor!" Jenna said, wiping a gallon of saliva off her face.
He unzipped his trousers, revealing white briefs similar to the ones Gordon wore, however that was where the similarity ended. While Gordon's were nice and clean and fresh, the Mayor's underpants bore several piss stains and were definitely overdue for a change, as a ripe smell wafted forth.
Dear God, Jenna thought. Who would believe it. The Mayor of our town having such dirty undies! She was a bit disgusted, but still curious to see more.
The Mayor pulled out his cock, and before Jenna knew it, she was face to face with his "ceremonial mace." It was small, but fully erect. He was smiling down at her with his discolored teeth.
"There, what do you think, eh?"
"Oh it's a lovely one," Jenna replied. My God, compared with my husband or Gordon, he's tiny! Still, good things come in small packages, as they say.
"Don't be shy dear," the Mayor added, desperate for more.
His dick was sweaty and smelly. Wrinkling her nose, Jenna slipped her hand round it and began jacking it, wondering why it smelled so bad.
"Ah, yes. That's the way, sweetheart. I might have to start attending this church, ah! Open your sweet little mouth, my darling."
Jenna slid the foreskin back and noticed a lot of smegma. "Mr. Mayor, someone's a bit of a dirty boy."
"That's alright, dear. You can clean it off for me."
She turned away but he gripped her head firmly and pulled it back towards his cock. Unable to resist, Jenna's mouth suddenly opened and he slid closer, holding her head steady until he had thrust his whole shaft inside.
It didn't take Jenna long to get used to the smell, and as she worked her magic on his modestly-sized cock, she found she quite liked the taste of mayoral cheese, and licked it all up. He moaned in ecstasy.
A minute later and the dirty, corrupt fat bastard shot his thick, tangy load of spunk down Jenna's throat.
"Ah. Praise be to the Lord," the Mayor groaned, when she finally withdrew.
"There, the mace has been polished," Jenna smiled, zipping him up. "And now, Mr. Mayor, about the street party. I would really appreciate if you could ensure it's able to go ahead. Also, if you could donate a few thousand pounds to aid in the asbestos removal at the church hall,”
The Mayor stood up. "A few thousand quid? Now steady on lass, I'm usually good for a bob or two, but there's a cost of living crisis,”
"Umm, I understand times are hard, but you see, refusal isn't really an option. This church has concealed security cameras, so it would be a dreadful shame if footage of your ceremonial mace and dirty underpants were to somehow end up on the Internet,”
Forgive me Lord for telling a lie whilst in church, she said to herself.
The overfed official looked mortified. His lip quivered. Utterly defeated, he shrunk back down on the stool, as timid as a lamb. "Umm, whatever you require, I, I'll make sure you get it."
Jenna smiled and kissed his cheek. "Thank you so much Mr. Mayor. You're a true ass, asset to this town. And I really did enjoy polishing your ceremonial mace."
At that moment, the church door opened and Reverend Morris came marching down the aisle.
"Sorry for taking so long," he prattled. "What a nightmare, now that this asbestos has been discovered."
Jenna calmly appeared from behind the organ.
"Hello my love. I've been keeping the Mayor busy by teaching him to play a few notes on the organ. He found it really interesting!"
The man in question suddenly appeared. "Asbestos you say, Vicar? Don't worry about that. I'll see that it gets sorted out pronto. We had the same problem in the town hall. Nasty stuff is asbestos. As a Christian, it's my duty to ensure that the good folk of this lovely church have a safe building. So don't worry about the cost, I'll glad pay for any repairs and removal."
Reverend Morris looked totally stunned. "Oh, my good heavens, thank you so much, sir!"
"Oh and do please go ahead and hold your street party, in the street! I'll ensure the numpties at the council don't cause any bother. Well, I really must get going, so much to do, so little time. I'll stop by on Sunday and join the celebrations! Nice to meet you both! Thanks for, showing me round Mrs. .er, Jenna! Good day!" He shook both their hands and hurried out.
"What an extraordinary kind gesture!" The vicar smiled. "All our problems are solved, just like that. I was wrong about the Mayor. It seems he is a genuine man after all."
"Just goes to show, you can't judge someone on hearsay," Jenna replied. "Oh look, his wig fell off!" She picked up the toupee off the floor. "Never mind, he looks better without it, don't you think?
"As a fellow balding man, I agree!" Reverend Morris said, slipping his arm round his wife and strolling down the aisle. "However, we must discreetly return it to him."
The Coronation celebrations at St. Michael's church were a massive success, and everyone had a fantastic day as the entire town came together. The notoriously unreliable British weather behaved itself for once, and provided warm, sunny conditions. The concert choir sounded fantastic. The addition of two rich baritones brought balance and fullness to the sound. The final arrangement was ‘God Save The King’. When the song ended, Gordon flowed into an improv rhythm. He nodded to the twins and they belched out a boisterous chant of God Save the King. Jenna stood up at her piano and raised her fist while passionately joining the twin’s chant. The entire assembly soon joined and for about 30 seconds, it felt loke the rafters were shaking. Then a boisterous applause followed. The vicar then dismissed the concert .
"I do love the pomp and splendor," Gordon said as he wolfed down a plateful of sausage rolls.
"Not to mention the food," Jenna said, pinching his arse when no-one was looking.
"Have to keep my strength up with you around, the organist replied. And the twins were amazing! I’ve never seen teenagers improve so rapidly. How did you inspire the fellas?”
Jenna beamed; “A lady never tells,” she winked. “I absolutely loved that chant at the end of the program, Gordon. Thanks for adding it. The young people were the loudest.”
Are we, you know, having organ practice this Thursday?"
"Of course we are," she replied, with a wink. Noticing the Mayor arriving, she gave a little smile.
"I'm glad he stopped wearing that wig!” Jenna whispered to Gordon. She also wondered if he washed his undies?
England now has her king, the community has a thriving church, and Jenna continued to play her charming role as the first lady of Saint Michael’s.
To be continued.
By Blacksheep for Literotica.