Choir practice at St. Michael's church was always a lively affair. 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 olds, and the twin sons of Debbie the Sunday school teacher.
"I've got my work cut put getting that lot into shape ready to sing at the coronation service next month!" Gordon told Jenna at their weekly 'organ practice.' "They're bloody awful. Especially the new lads. I know they're Debbie's boys and she's chuffed they're finally getting involved in church life but 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 tuition," 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. "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.
"Ooh, 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 prick straight into her hot, wet pussy. 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! Yessss!" 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! Aaaahhhh!!"
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?"
"Heehee. 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.
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.
"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 come down with a bad headache, so he asked me to stand in for him. 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 tuition is needed." She slid herself off the organ stool in such a way as to ensure a flash of her panties. Jenna had put on one of her favourite short black dresses, which was hardly suitable attire for church. She'd borrowed Gordon's black robe. It was 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..."
