Sunday at St. Michael's Ch. 01

It's been a while, mainly due to me suffering a most dreadful case of writer's block, but now we return to our good friends at St. Michael's CE church...

"Dear Brothers & Sisters," Reverend Simon Morris stood in the pulpit and began his sermon.

"Well first of all, special thanks to Gordon for that fine voluntary and hymn, and to Mia, for playing the Gloria. We have an organist and an organist-in-training! As I'm sure you're aware, my wife Jenna, has kindly agreed to stand in for Raymond Wilson, the organist at Oakwood Road Methodist Church, who is recovering from surgery.

Also as you may have noticed, we are joined by Reverend Horatius Fletcher, an old friend who mentored me back when I was studying for my degree in theology many, many years ago!"

The man in question was sat behind the vicar, at the side of the organ and clad in full robes. He looked a lot older than he probably was. He smiled and nodded. "You were a good student...well, most of the time!"

A chorus of sniggers erupted from the assembled congregation.

"Did he step out of a Dickens novel?" someone whispered. "He's got the perfect name for one."

"From the look of him, he was an old 'un when Queen Victoria were a mere slip of a girl!"

"Aye, he listened to one two many sermons. That's what we'll look like by the end of this service."

"And now we turn to events in the Christian calendar. We've entered the month of remembrance: All Saints, All Souls, and, of course, Remembrance Sunday. It is always necessary to remember important events which have gone before, because, as has been said, those who don't remember history are doomed to repeat it. This year we studied on Sundays, and in our Bible reflection group, the Book of Exodus..."

There was much coughing and shuffling of feet as the congregation braced themselves for another of the vicar's famously long and tedious sermons.

Over at the organ, Mia was thinking some less-than-holy ways of spicing up this dull part of the service.

"I was so nervous playing the Gloria," she whispered to Gordon, who was sat next to her on the organ stool. "My first time playing in front of the congregation."

In the four months she'd been practicing, Mia had learnt a lot, but there was still a heck of a long way to go.

"You were fantastic," Gordon replied, reassuring his much-younger girlfriend. "I knew you could do it."

"The next hymn...I'm not sure if..."

"Want me to play it?"

"If you don't mind."

"No worries." Gordon adjusted his music sheets. The next hymn was The King of Love My Shepherd Is, set to the tune of St Columba.

"Think I need to relax my fingers a little," Mia continued. "All that pressing down...I need something to squeeze. My palms have gone sweaty and hot." Her right hand slipped over to his thigh and squeezed it.

"Now lass," Gordon muttered. "Why do I get the feeling you're itching to play a different organ?"

She gave him that grin...the one that meant serious naughtiness. How he loved that grin.

Meanwhile, the vicar's sermon continued. "As St Paul wrote in Ephesians 2: '[Jesus] is our peace, who has made the two groups one and has destroyed the barrier, the dividing wall of hostility, [...] His purpose was to create in himself one new humanity out of the two, thus making peace, and in one body to reconcile both of them to God through the cross.' The Cross of Christ makes peace possible. The Cross of Christ can make brothers out of enemies."

With one hand, Gordon pushed her closer and slid his tongue into her mouth. Mia could feel his hands trailing the skin of her arse, exploring under her skirt.

Her gasp was soft, but keen. Gordon's lip twitched in amusement.

She lead his fingers further into the wetness underneath her knickers.

"Oh, Gordy-pie, I want you in me..." Mia moaned in delinquent need.

With an arched brow, the organist huskily whispered, "Oh yes? Which part of me do you reckon?" Mia giggled.

He slid one broad finger into her velvety wetness and twisted in her, prodding her delicate fondness. Clearly the soft groan she emitted was not a sign of complaint.

"Hmm... so wet already." His voice was deep and playful. He proceeded to glide one more finger into her and goaded her clit with his thumb. His fingering orchestrated gratifying sounds from her.

Mia released a ragged breath. "Oh, Gordy..."

Reverend Morris raised his hands. "Another lesson we've learnt from the Book of Exodus is that God cares for all who are oppressed. I'm reminded of something I read online the other day, concerning the terrible conflict that is currently occurring in the Holy Land. Brothers and sisters, we are not to be so heavenly-minded that we are no earthly use; nor are we to be so focused on the world that we forget in whose image we have been made..."

Norman the churchwarden stifled a yawn and leant against a pillar. He preferred to stand rather than sit, given that his buttocks were frequently tender due to repeated whippings from Mrs Wilcox. He checked his watch and couldn't help but sigh to himself as the vicar droned on and made his weekly request for everyone to "pray for peace." It seemed rather futile, given the depressing news headlines he'd watched this morning. Still, one had to keep the faith.

A tap on his arm brought him to his senses.

"Thought you'd like to know, Norm dearie, that I've ordered some certain little items off the interweb. You and I are going to have a day at the races."

"Can't wait Gladys! Tuesday's out though - remember you agreed to hold the Parochial church council meeting at your place."

"Haven't forgotten that," the old lady replied, and winked at him. He bit his lip, wondering what she had planned. A day at the races? That was sure to involve that trusty riding crop again. What on earth had she been buying online?

"You know Gordon...when I see you wearing that black gown, it always does it for me." Mia's voice trembled as he created persistent strokes that intensified her squelching sounds. "I--ah...it makes you look like Severus Snape. You know, from Harry Potter?"

Gordon wasn't familiar with much of the franchise. "Never got into that. Harry and the Chamber Pot of Afghanistan or something...think that film was repeated on TV recently. You'll have to...enlighten me. Glad you like the robe...it's less restrictive than a surplice, given what you have in mind!"

He shifted on the stool and brushed the open-fronted gown off his thighs to give her a clear view of his crotch bulge. His fingers kept diligently working in her, keeping a nice stable rhythm.

Mia's eyes widened as she unzipped his black trousers and freed his cock from his y-front underpants. "Gordy, why does it seem bigger than ever in church?" She wrapped her hand around his shaft, barely closing her fist on his girth. His tip glistened with precum.

"Made to compliment your holy mouth," Gordon remarked saucily. This earned him a squeeze on his shaft and a teasing lick on the head.

"Ah," he sucked the air between this gritting teeth as Mia tended him with both hands. Stroking. Circling her thumb on his tip. She seductively licked her lips and smiled. Gordon glanced warily at Reverend Morris, who was still in full flow with his sermon. It was fortunate that no-one sat in the pews could see the organist when he was sat at the organ, save for the very top of his head. But from his elevated position in the pulpit, if the vicar were to turn to his right, he'd get a grandstand view.

"Relax, he's only half-way through the sermon," Mia said. When I was staying at the vicarage, I used to hear him reciting them. They seemed to go on for hours. So boring...even Jenna confessed she dreaded him reading them out to her. Anyways, let's see if you're right about my holy mouth."

"Fu...uhm...pardon me," moaned Gordon, halting an expletive due to being in church.

He put his hand on Mia's face, gently nudging her along. She took him in carefully, his raging member not fitting entirely in her.... and that's what made it more exciting. She relaxed her throat and managed to take more than half of him. Even though she'd done this many times ever since their relationship began back in June, the rush of excitement every time her mouth touched his cock hadn't dimmed at all. He'd had sex in the church countless times in the past, mostly with the vicar's wife, but never during a service. This was his first time being pleasured during the Sunday Eucharist. That fact served to excite him even more. It was so...wrong, so naughty...so...sinful.

"Dear Lord, you're so beautiful... especially with me in your mouth," Gordon chuckled. His hips buckled slowly to push his meat deeper into her. Mia winced a little, her gag reflex massaging his girth. "Mmm..."

Reverend Fletcher wanted nothing more than to stand up and stretch. His back was aching. The old wooden chair he was sat in was torture, and provided no support.

"Oh Simon, you never did learn the value of truncating your sermons," he sighed to himself. "When will this bloody lesson endeth?" Being sat further back, behind the pulpit, he had a good view of the choir, who were mostly looking miserable, particularly the younger members, two of whom were furtively glancing at smartphones.

He turned to his right and did a double take at what he saw at the organ.

"To join God's family--in whose image we are made--is not just to take His name, but to start acting as He acts! We are, as Jesus said, to: 'give to Caesar what is Caesar's, and to God what is God's.' Amen!"

Reverend Morris ended his sermon, and never had the congregation been more grateful.

"Mia..." Gordon stammered, watching his girlfriend's head in his lap, working diligently. "The sermon's over...I'll have to start playing the hymn."

Mia moved her hands to unbutton her blouse and revealed her nice perky breasts with pale pink nipples. She plopped his member out of her mouth and rubbed her breasts between them. "Do it then," she smiled.

"Oh God...I'm not sure I can," Gordon moaned.

"Please stand for our hymn, The King of Love Our Shepherd Is," Reverend Morris said.

"Do you like that?" Mia whispered as she licked slowly down Gordon's cock again.

"Hmmph...yeah, just like that...right, uh, must play..." he fumbled with the music sheets. The slight pause before he started was missed by the congregation, as was the wrong note during the first line of the hymn.

Gordon licked his lips and tried his best to concentrate on playing. It was difficult for him to press down on the organ's pedalboard due to Mia's head being in his lap and her hands on his thighs. Not to mention, his fingers were wet with her pussy juices.

Reverend Fletcher had an even better view now that he was standing up. He watched, mesmerised, as Mia's head bobbed up and down, sucking Gordon's dick almost in time with the music. Glancing at the organist, who by now was red-faced and sweating, he chuckled at the enormous amount of effort he was putting in, in order to remain composed.

"By jove, two organs being played at once!" He remarked, feeling his ancient cock throb and stiffen back to life. A bigger comeback than Lazarus was occurring under his robes. Reaching into a pocket, he pulled out a smartphone. "One must record such an event...eh, for the good of the church of course." Using the loose sleeves of his robes for cover, he began filming...

Reverend Morris came down the steps of the pulpit and failed to noticed the spectacle that had transfixed his mentor. Completely oblivious, he headed over to the altar, to prepare for communion.

By the hymn's fifth verse, Gordon's focus was crumbling, as Mia dragged him helplessly towards orgasm.

Thou spreadst a table in my sight;

thy unction grace bestoweth;

and oh, what transport of delight

from thy pure chalice floweth!

"Damn, soon my cum will floweth," Gordon muttered through gritted teeth. These lyrics weren't helping one bit. He was panting and groaning, and luckily the sounds from the mighty pipe organ were masking his expressions of delight.

Mia teased the head of his cock and stroked his balls.

That touch of hers pushed him over the edge.

A kiss on the underside of his shaft was too much.

Oh, bloody hell. He was cumming.

The final verse of the hymn was marred by several wrong notes played by trembling fingers, as Gordon came. "Aaaah," he groaned.

Thick sprays of warm cum filled Mia's mouth and throat. Fuck, she loved it so much. She felt him twitch in her, and she swallowed every salty, tangy drop.

Gordon almost fell backwards off the organ stool, but managed to steady himself in time.

Mia kissed the tip of his cock and crawled next to him, trilling softly at the nook of his neck. He tightened his arm around her and stroked her cheek.

He whispered. "That was bloody fantastic. I love you so much."

"Love you too, my Gordy-pie. I'm so glad I got to play your organ at the Sunday service."

Reverend Fletcher stopped filming.

"Must change these underpants when I get home."

"Think Gordon's been on the whiskey," Norman muttered to Mrs Wilcox, as they sat down. "Not his best performance. He usually plays so perfectly."

"Are you sure it wasn't Mia playing?"

"No, it was definitely Gordon. I can see the top of his head. Can't see Mia sat next to him...maybe she's gone to the loo?"

"Either that or she was playing a different organ," the old lady smirked.

"Gladys! You dirty old girl!"