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Dogma Debate
#794 - Is Christianity Bad For Genetic Diversity?

Dogma Debate

Play Episode Listen Later May 20, 2025 40:55


Dearie is a sci-fi novelist. He also holds novel criticisms of Christianity, and perhaps a solution. more at dogmadebate.com

Harold's Old Time Radio
Darling & Dearie 48-05-12 (Audition) Honeymoon In NY

Harold's Old Time Radio

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 11, 2025 12:53


Darling & Dearie 48-05-12 (Audition) Honeymoon In NY

ExplicitNovels
Jenna & the Coronation: Part 2

ExplicitNovels

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 10, 2025


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 ChoirChoir 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, helloWe are the Busby BoysHello, helloWe are the Busby BoysAnd if you are a City fan surrender or you'll dieWe all follow UnitedJenna 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 MaceIt 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.

ExplicitNovels
Jenna Gives Up Sex For Lent? Part 2

ExplicitNovels

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 8, 2025


But she finds new Uses For Old Organ Pipes.A series in 17 parts, by Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The third Sunday of Lent had arrived. Reverend Morris was counting down the days until Easter in the same way a prisoner counts down the days until their release. He was dreading today's morning Eucharist after the embarrassment of last week."I still can't believe I was stupid enough to mix up that erotic story with my sermon!" He exclaimed. "Why did I print it out?""Ah relax Simon. It was a fantastic first attempt, and that vicar from Manchester seemed to enjoy it!" Jenna replied, making herself a coffee."Yes I know but, well I suppose you're right. Nobody made a complaint. I'm just glad the youth & children were already dismissed to their classes. I'd have had a load of outraged parents begging for me to be defrocked!""No damage done," Jenna smiled. "And you truly do have hidden talents. I had no idea you were so good at writing erotica. You should try it again sometime!"This Sunday's service passed without incident, and most of the congregation were no doubt disappointed that the vicar's sermon had returned to its familiar, boring self. Afterwards, Gordon peered over the top of the organ and smiled as he noticed Jenna."Morning!" He said."Hello Gordon!" Jenna replied. "How are you getting on with, you know?" She winked."Ah that," he laughed. "You weren't kidding when you said use lots of lube, were you? It's fun, but," Gordon lowered his voice. "It doesn't match up to you. I miss our organ lessons.""Me too. We're halfway through Lent. Stay strong. You'll get through it!""I'll try my best! Oh, are these of any interest to you or Simon?" He handed her two tin organ pipes, one smaller than the other. "I know you're into arts and crafts. Thought you might have some use for these. Some of the old pipes have been replaced.""These are nice!" Jenna said, holding up the pipes. "Great condition.""They make great wall ornaments. I see loads of them for sale on eBay. Some go for really high prices.""I'll see if I can get creative. It'll be a fun spring project for me. Thanks Gordon! Oh before I forget, you couldn't do a favor for a member of the church, could you?""Certainly!""Gladys asked if you could call round and fix a new door handle on her kitchen door. I know you're really good at D I Y; you fitted new wall sockets in the church hall."The organist's face fell. "Um, oh right. Yes. I'm sure I can.""Great! She'll be thrilled. Right, I'd better get going. Simon's taking Christopher out for some father-son time, so I'll be home alone. I'll see if I can get creative with these old organ pipes!"Gordon gulped. The thought of calling round to see Mrs. Wilcox terrified him."My God, the old girl will pounce on me like a lioness ambushing a gazelle!" He noticed the churchwarden heading up the aisle. "Norman! Could you do me a favor?"Jenna arrived back at the vicarage, wondering how to spend the rest of the afternoon. She looked carefully at the two organ pipes, running a finger down the smooth, dull metal."Hmm, this larger one, it could be just the right size!"Up in the bedroom, Jenna lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down to the floor and stepped out of them. Feeling horny, she imagined Gordon walking in and catching her with her legs spread with an organ pipe buried deep in her cunt. The larger pipe measured about 11" long from pointed tip to end of the tapering foot. She remembered what Gordon had told her about organ pipes.Flue pipes are also known as labial pipes. The foot is the bottom portion of the pipe, usually conical. At its base is the toe hole, through which wind enters it."Ooh yeah." Jenna reached between her legs and discovered that she was already dripping wet. She fingered her cunt and clit. Damn, she needed to be filled. She took her time greasing up the organ pipe until it was dripping lubricant."Ah!" Jenna began sliding the pipe into her well-lubed cunt, one leisurely inch at a time. When she'd taken about six inches inside, she began slowly pushing it in and out, coating the pipe with her juices.Her fingers rubbed her clit softly and covered it in her essence. The pressure and speed of her fingers built. She imagined Gordon's thick fingers deep inside her, whilst she lay naked on the organ stool in the church,Jenna wanted more, wanted it harder. She increased her speed and moved the organ pipe in and out faster. Suddenly, her whole body tensed, the sweet feelings of ecstasy were almost torture. She need to come but wanted the pleasure to last longer. She was almost there, almost tipping over the edge of orgasm. She pushed the pipe still deeper into her womanhood, then reached for the smaller one,Norman's SubmissionNorman Winstanley turned into Rosebay Gardens, the quaint little cul-de-sac where Mrs. Wilcox lived."Nice place for old folk," he mused, parking up in front of the small bungalow. He picked up the small tool bag, headed up the drive and knocked on the door.Glancing round, he was amused by the pair of garden gnomes on the front lawn. They were dressed in bondage gear.The front door opened and Mrs. Wilcox appeared. "Oh, hello Norman! What are you doing here?""Here to fix your kitchen door, my dear!" Norman replied. "Gordon sends his apologies but something came up.""Dearie me," the old lady replied, not fooled for a moment. "Oh well, you'll do nicely! Right this way!" She ushered him inside and gave his arse cheeks a squeeze.Norman raised an eyebrow, but ignored her actions. After all, the old bird was eighty-six."God, this feels so amazing!" Jenna gasped as she thrust the small organ pipe up her arsehole. She moaned loudly, her cunt pulsing hard around the larger organ pipe. Her whole body shook with the force of her orgasm."Fuck, yes!" The vicar's wife screamed out as she found a new use for the old organ pipes."Don't forget to polish the sideboard, dearie!" Mrs. Wilcox smiled as Norman entered the living room and brought her a glass of sherry. He was naked apart from a frilly apron."Right you are, Gladys," the churchwarden replied. This was more of a thrill than he ever imagined.And here I was worrying how I'd survive six weeks without sex from the vicar's wife! He thought."Norman!" Mrs. Wilcox snapped. "I asked for a schooner! This glass isn't a schooner! I'm afraid I'll have to discipline you. Turn around at once!"Norman did as she asked and she struck his bare buttocks with a riding crop."Ouch!""You're a very naughty boy!" Mrs. Wilcox said. "What are you?""I'm a very naughty boy!" Norman replied.Jenna Breaks Her Lent Vow, In Order To Aid The Bishop.Bishop George lay in a hospital bed between sleep and vague drowsiness. He was hot, frustrated and uncomfortable. Waiting. Waiting for the nurses to bring him food. Waiting for them to change him. He loathed being dependent on others like this. He'd always gone his own way, not caring whom he offended. Then again he was lucky to be alive, and boredom and frustration were the least of his worries. His leg had been reset, but he was very much troubled by the thought of infection developing.Bishop George closed his eyes and wondered if he'd be well enough to attend the Easter service at St Michael's Church. He'd been looking forward to it for ages, and it was only two weeks away. Reverend Morris had just departed, having spent an hour with him. The visit had lifted the bishop's spirits and he was thankful for the vicar's kind words."That bloody cyclist! He shouldn't have been on the pavement in the first place!"He'd been walking down the street and had been sent flying when a careless cyclist had crashed right into him. His right leg had been broken in three places. It had been a terrible ordeal, but he didn't expect to remain in hospital for long. You were soon booted out these days.Bishop George sighed. He wasn't looking forward to his sister Anne, coming to care for him whilst he recovered. Anne was notoriously bossy.Meanwhile, back at St Michael's Vicarage, Jenna sipped a coffee and idly ran her finger down the cup."Poor George," she said, as Reverend Morris returned from visiting him in the hospital. "You know something, why don't we let him stay with us while he recovers? We have two spare bedrooms, one for when Christopher stays over, but the smaller room would be ideal for George. It's got a foldaway bed."Reverend Morris thought for a moment. "You're absolutely right, Jen. You're a true Christian. The Bishop has been very good to me since I took over at St Michael's. We could provide all the care he needs. Whilst his sister might mean well, she's a rather, fierce individual!""I only met her once. She scared me!" Jenna admitted.The vicar nodded. "Besides, having him staying with us will help keep my mind off, er, you know. I've been struggling recently with what we've given up for Lent."Jenna smiled. "I know Simon. You've done really well. Not much longer now. When Easter comes, He will rise, I'm not just talking about Jesus, by the way,"Reverend Morris bit his lip. "He might be rising already, Oh! I can't wait to have sex again, must restrain myself. Right, I'll go call George, and prepare the spare bedroom for him."The bishop was more than delighted when Reverend Morris arrived to collect him from the hospital, the next day."You're quite sure about this, Simon?" He said as the vicar pushed his wheelchair down the aisle. "I don't want to be a burden to you and Jenna. Busy weeks ahead for you, what with Holy Week and so on. And your son, doesn't he stay over on Fridays?""Think nothing of it, George. We have two spare bedrooms at the vicarage. There's room for everyone. Jenna and I are glad to have you staying with us. It'll be peace of mind knowing that you'll be safe and well-looked after."Bishop George smirked to himself. He was definitely looking forward to perhaps getting some special therapy off Jenna. He remembered the little birthday ceremony he'd taken part in just before Christmas,"Must say, I'm glad to be out of that hospital," he muttered, as he was helped into the car. "The bloke in the bed next to me, he lay there for two hours before someone realized he was dead. Poor sod. I said a few prayers for him.""That's awful," Reverend Morris replied. “But on the bright side, the soul enjoyed a very prompt wake, with no less than the bishop presiding!”George finally chuckled at the realization of his good service.Changing the subject, Simon added; "Well hopefully, you'll find the vicarage a lot more relaxing, and our meals a lot more edible. We both enjoy cooking."He drove out of the hospital car park and headed for the motorway. "The nursing staff said you were a difficult patient." Simon probed."I see. Quite the compliment." Bishop George said. "I'm sure they were exaggerating. Any news from church?" Is Jenna still learning to play the organ?"The traffic noise was loud, as rush hour was approaching."Oh yes! She's made remarkable progress there. Gordon is a fantastic teacher. She's of a good enough standard to stand in for him, on the rare occasions he isn't able to do the Sunday service.""I'm sure," he replied.She is very talented indeed at playing a man's organ too! George thought to himself."Our churchwarden Norman Winstanley has started spending a lot of time helping one of the older members of church around the house. Gladys Wilcox, she's in her eighties, widowed and lives alone. Her grandson helps where he can, but he works full-time so can't be there on weekdays. I can tell Gladys really enjoys having Norman call round. She's a sweet old lass, been at the church before I was even born. Her husband used to play the organ before Gordon took over.""That's nice. Not many want to take the time to help the elderly these days."‘Samaritan' ServicesBishop George soon settled in at the vicarage. The bed was far more comfortable than the one in the hospital."I think I'll be just fine here," he grinned."We're glad to have you here with us, George," Jenna said, as she brought him a cup of tea. Anything you need, don't hesitate to ask.""I wouldn't mind the touch of your healing hands," he whispered in Jenna's ear as she prepared to leave."Oh, no can do, Bishop," Jenna replied. "I've given up sex for Lent! Poor Simon, he's been sleeping in the other spare bedroom ever since Ash Wednesday. It's been a struggle for both of us, but we've stuck to it."Bishop George looked as if his recovery had taken a turn for the worse!On Monday night, Reverend Morris was called to administer last rites to someone at the local hospice, leaving Jenna alone in the house to care for the bishop. As she sat reading something on her phone, she heard him moaning in pain. George was still on opioids, but weaning off. Jenna had just given him his 2nd pill after dinner. He was agonizing for the pill's relief to kick in."Poor George. His leg keeps aching. He must be so miserable. I suppose I could cheer him up a little, but I made a promise." She thought for a moment. "But it's justified if it speeds up his recovery."Bishop George was half-asleep, when he heard Jenna entering his room. She sat down on the chair beside his bed.His eyes shot open as he felt the bedsheet over his groin being lightly pulled down. His heart beat faster. "What, are you doing?""Aiding your recovery."Excitement only increased further as the full reality of the situation dawned on him. Soon, he felt warm fingertips moving up his thigh. Bishop George's heart was pounding."I thought you'd given it up for Lent?""I have, but just this once, I'll make an exception for you. Promise you won't tell my husband? I've put him through so much suffering, denying him the pleasure.""Oh my lips are sealed," Bishop George replied. "Besides, he's as fit as a fiddle. He'll have to suck it up and cope. I've had a terrible trauma. Any help you can provide, you know I'll be beyond grateful, my dear Jenna."He was already semi-erect.Jenna's hand went further, seeking holy treasure. She gently unfastened the restraining snaps of his pajama bottoms and exposed his heated erection.Bishop George put his hands together. "For what I am about to receive, O Lord, make me truly thankful."Jenna gently teased and examined his shaft and foreskin, bending down close to breathe in the heavy, sweaty musk of his balls. Then she took his shaft between thumb and forefinger and begin to pleasure the older man with slow, deliberate, sensuous movements.Unable to remain composed any longer, the bishop murmured. "Oh my God,"Jenna continued to stroke him, experimenting with the rhythm and pressure. After a short while, he felt her lips start to trace up and down his cock, ever so lightly. Starting with his balls, and then moving upwards, she started to apply a series of delicate licks and kisses. Sweet Lord! What joy! It was so slow, so tender and intimate, and he knew at once that this was exactly the kind of healthcare he needed.Bishop George was desperate to release, and Jenna placed her hand reassuringly in his. One long caress of his cock almost made him come. A little precum leaked out, and Jenna gathered it up with her tongue.At last, she took the tip of his cock into her mouth, slowly and carefully. Her warm wet mouth felt incredible, and the bishop couldn't help but cry out in joy. Jenna descended right down to the base of his shaft, completely deep-throating him. Some final, wanton tongue action brought him over the edge, and he could take no more.Bishop George's whole body trembled, as he climaxed and spent."Oh my, Jenna!" He cried as he erupted in a powerful ejaculation. Pulse after pulse of his issue hit the back of her throat. She swallowed it all. The glorious, joyful spurting continued. The vicar's wife continued her masterful manipulations.He fell back on the sweat-drenched pillow, his face gripped by sheer joyful release. Jenna let him recover for a moment and catch his breath. After a short while, he raised his hand and placed it gently against her cheek. Gathering his strength, he heaved himself up and brought her lips to his in a lingering kiss. She responded by slipping her arms around him."Are you feeling better now?" She whispered."Much better! I'll sleep like a log tonight, and I just know I'll be up and walking around in no time!""I'm so relieved that it's only your leg that was injured, George. Thankfully, what matters is still in fine working order."Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening, brought them to their senses."Better get some sleep, George." Jenna whispered, giving him a final kiss. “Oh, George, is it true? Gordon says that the same Greek word that Tyndale translated as ‘communion', is also translated as ‘intercourse'?George was shocked, and marveled. “I think the word is ‘koininia'. And yes, only the context provides the distinction.” They are both conduits for ministering life, aren't they?Jenna beamed. “I've always viewed my sexuality as part of God's providence, and I feel I have a responsibility to not be selfish. Sleep well, my good man."I will, and thanks again for your special worship. And don't worry about breaking your Lentil promise, it was only a little bending of your own pledge, God won't mind. You were aiding my recovery after all," He relaxed and fell into a blissful, drug-aided sleep.Jenna could still taste the bishop's cum on her lips as she headed down the stairs."Ah, Jen! Is everything alright?" Reverend Morris said, hanging his coat up. "I hope George didn't give you too much trouble?""Oh no trouble at all. The old boy is sleeping like a baby."Jenna's Threesome In The Church HallA close encounter with an old, bitter enemy, and a blessed miracle! And Gordon the organist is a big softie deep down,This joyful Eastertideaway with sin and sorrow!My love, the Crucified,has sprung to life this morrow.Had Christ, who once was slain,not burst his three-day prison,our faith had been in vain:but now hath Christ arisen,arisen, arisen;but now has Christ arisen!"On this, the most holiest of days, we celebrate the risen Lord!" Reverend Morris began, as the Easter Sunday service at St Michael's began. As expected, the church was packed, much to the vicar's delight. In the four years he'd been in charge of this humble little parish, Reverend Morris never expected to see such an increase in the congregation. It warmed his heart.Though, he secretly admitted, the fully-stocked pews weren't the only thing making him smile. With the arrival of Easter Sunday, Lent was finally over. His wife's ban on sex had expired. He could hardly wait until this evening, when he and Jenna would finally get some time to themselves.Over at the organ, Gordon was also hoping he'd soon be able to resume giving Jenna "organ lessons.""Look at her, sitting at the front in that floral print dress. She looks every inch the respectable vicar's wife, but the way it clings to her curves, a subtle hint at the delicious raw sexuality underneath," the organist sighed, feeling a stirring in his groin, when he should've been concentrating on the service."Oh God, she's beautiful and I am so bloody horny," Gordon muttered, slipping a hand under his black robe and rubbing himself."Please stand for our hymn, Thine Be the Glory." The vicar announced, and the congregation dutifully did. There were a few awkward coughs and shuffling of feet as the organ remained silent."Our hymn, Thine Be the Glory!" The vicar repeated."Oh!" Gordon spluttered, and slammed his fingers down on the manuals so hard, the entire church seemed to vibrate."Goodness me, he's pounding those pipes," one of the elderly ladies of the congregation muttered. "For the first time in years, I don't need to turn up my hearing aids."After the hymn, the curate took over the reading of the notices. Reverend Morris slipped over to the organ."Bit of a ten on the tension scale there, Gordon!" He whispered. "Having problems with your instrument?" It wasn't the first time the organist had appeared a little distracted during a service."Sorry about that, Vicar, this upper manual does require a bit more pressure these days!"Reverend Morris chuckled. The organist was just as guilty as he was for thinking irreverent thoughts during the service."We may rejoice now that the Lent period has ended.""Aye, I fully intend to," Gordon replied, rearranging his music sheets."You never said what it was that you gave up.""Umm, think it was whiskey. What did you give up for Lent, Vicar?""Err, chocolate." He glanced at Jenna, sat in the front aisle. "I'm going to pig out and eat out a, err, eat a lot of it later."Gordon nodded, as the reverend returned to the pulpit. "He's even worse at lying than I am."The service ended and everyone headed over to the church hall for tea and coffee. Instead of the usual plain biscuits and cake, Reverend Morris had asked everyone to do a "Jacob's Join" and bring some Easter eggs along. There was enough chocolate to fill a room, much to the delight of the younger members of the congregation, who wasted no time in helping themselves."Do help yourselves to some delicious hot cross buns," Jenna smiled, walking around the hall with a tray, and the buns went down a storm with the older folk.After a longer than normal gathering, it was time to clear away the chairs and tables."Where's Norman Winstanley gone? He's usually here to move these tables." Reverend Morris wondered."Oh I have some chores lined up for him so he had to hurry back to my place, Vicar," Mrs. Wilcox said, as she began sweeping the hall.Gordon raised an eyebrow. "Is he your personal slave Gladys? He never seems to be away.""Well you seemed reluctant to fill that particular vacancy dearie, so I had to look elsewhere. I must say, dear Norman has proved a most willing and able subject,"The way she emphasized the words ‘willing and able', it intrigued Gordon. He cast his mind back a few weeks to the embarrassing incident with the fleshlight.The old girl wasn't shy when it came to sucking my cock, but surely she's not doing that on a regular basis to Norman, is she? Norman's never said a word, but he seems to enjoy calling round. Or is it all perfectly innocent and he's just helping her with the housework?"Hello, earth to Gordon," Reverend Morris said. "Could you give Jenna and myself a hand and help us move these folded chairs into the storeroom?""Right you are, Vicar. Sorry, I was miles away.""Daydreaming?" Jenna winked at him."Perhaps."The three of them headed to the far end of the hall and down a corridor, where the storeroom was. Jenna smiled as they went in. Haven't been in here since last October, when I seduced Josh the curate and took his virginity. The room was still as untidy as ever."One of these days, we really must make time to sort this room out," Reverend Morris said. "It's a disgrace and I'm ashamed I've let it get such a mess.Gordon placed the chairs in the corner. "Get Oakwood Road Methodist Church to clear out all their junk first. They've been sharing with us for years. Isn't it about time they got their own storage place?""Hmm, yes. I'll have to have a word with Reverend Ewing."Jenna rearranged some of the box files. "While we're here, we could straighten a few things, argh, there's a massive spider on the wall!""It'll be more scared of you than you are of it," Reverend Morris said."Simon, that doesn't make me feel any better! You know I hate spiders!""Where is the offending arachnid? I'll squash it with my shoe.""You'll do no such thing, Gordon," the vicar interrupted. "It's one of God's creatures and it's Easter Sunday. Let it live. See look, it's scuttled into the air vent up there. It's gone. Nothing to worry about, Jen.Amidst the uproar over the spider, none of them noticed or heard the storeroom door being pulled shut and locked."Now the fun begins," a voice sniggered, opening an app on an iPhone."Right, well I've had enough re-arranging for today," Gordon said. "It's time for another cuppa and a rest." He tried the door. "Hey, what? This door is locked!""What?" Reverend Morris rushed over. "I don't believe it, how is it locked? It can't be locked without a key.""Some silly bugger's gone and locked the door without realizing we're in here!" Gordon groaned. "I bet its old Jack Bradley, thinks of himself as caretaker for the church hall. Daft sod is always locking up and forgetting to turn the lights off. I really think Norman should be given the job of locking up in future.""Wait, so we're trapped in here?" Jenna said."For the moment, yes. Oh don't worry, it's not like a bank vault or anything. We won't run out of air. I'll just phone Josh the curate. I know he keeps a spare set of keys." Reverend Morris reached in his pocket. "My smartphone, where is it? Oh damn, I left it in the car. I always do that when it's the Sunday Eucharist. I have a phone-free morning. It's my little rule.""Really helpful, Rev," the organist groaned. "Don't you have a hotline to God 24 7? Maybe a prayer or two will unlock the door. Luckily, I have my smartphone on me. He pulled it out of his pocket and swiped the screen."Oh.""Problem?""Um, looks like the battery's dead. I swear there was 5% charge still on it but guess I was wrong.""Boys, worry not. I have my phone, and it's always fully charged," Jenna said, lifting her smartphone from her handbag. "Ta-dah. Fully charged." She called the curate. After a long period of ringing, it went to voicemail."This must be the first time ever that Josh's phone has gone to voicemail," Reverend Morris said. "The lad needs that phone of his surgically removing."Okay well for whatever reason, he's not picking up. He could be driving. I've left a message. We'll just have to wait. But what's the rush to leave?" Jenna grinned. "If you ask me, we should make the most of our time here."The vicar and organist looked at each other. "What do you mean, Jen?"That familiar naughtiness appeared on her face. "Well you both know I gave up sex for Lent, right?"They cleared their throats. "Yes.""Lent's over. Let's have some fun.""Jenna, what are you suggesting?" Reverend Morris spluttered."I think your lovely wife is suggesting a threesome, Vicar." Gordon replied, fully up for it."How about it? It's nice to share, yes? Like we all did when it was my birthday?"Reverend Morris was his usual reserved self at first, but there was no denying, like Gordon, he was as horny as a rutting stag."Well, um, there are no security cameras in here, are there?""As if," Gordon laughed. "There's nothing worth nicking in here, apart from old furniture and dusty hymn books. No cams, but there is rising damp on that lower left wall."Jenna began unbuttoning her dress. "Naturally, my dear husband gets to go first. After all he is my holy man. You don't mind, you do Gordon?" Jenna then laid on her back, across a long narrow banquet table."Oh, not at all," the organist said, rubbing his crotch. "Don't keep me waiting too long though, eh? The Wurlitzer is already rising,"The sinister scandalIn the passenger seat of a parked car, the unknown person with the iPhone stared at the screen and observed the antics in the storeroom, thanks to the hidden cam that had been installed."Well I never. I knew there was something going on with the organist and the vicar's wife! Looks like the vicar himself is prepared to overlook some of the Ten Commandments. Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery? Thou Shalt Not Covet?""Hopefully it'll be the downfall of that little tart once and for all," the driver of the car replied. "I've never forgiven her for bringing her filth and depravity to this church a year ago. Marries the vicar, whilst carrying on with the organist on the side. She managed to break up my marriage, and I can't wait to send this footage to the tabloids.""Oh Patricia, you're not going to go that far are you, dearie?" Jenna's a lovely girl really. I thought we were just going to have a bit of fun. That's why I asked my grandson to install the camera and set up this app thing so we could watch. I wanted to make the organist sweat a little."Mrs. Norris narrowed her eyes. "I haven't set foot in that church since the vicar married her. This sordid carry-on can't be allowed to continue!""Oh look, things are getting a wee bit steamy in there!" Mrs. Wilcox replied, gawping at the smartphone. "Good heavens, my glasses are steaming up! Look where Gordon's putting his tongue. He's such a skilled organist,""Disgusting behavior," Mrs. Norris fumed. Yet she continued to watch intently.Gordon opened his mouth again, and ran it from Jenna's belly to her chin. She began moaning. On the next lick the organist started even lower, right on her clit. Jenna moaned loudly as his tongue slowly climbed up her, stopping briefly at her chest. He went back to between her thighs again, and then he began fingering her cunt. Jenna began to moan loudly as she climaxed.When she glanced up at him, she noticed he was fully aroused. She rolled over, onto her belly while he dropped his trousers and underpants, and presented his large, engorged member to her."Did you miss my organ pipe?""God yes!"The organist's entire body shuddered under Jenna's touch. With that, she propped herself up on her elbows on one edge of the table. He ass hung over the opposite edge. She grasped his cock with both hands and began rubbing hard, enjoying the reaction she was getting from him. She decided to take it a step further, and started to lick his cock, all the while continuing jerking him off. She licked up and down the thick shaft and finally stopped at the head. Precum oozed from the tip. With one fluid motion, she deep throated the head of his penis as far as she could. Gordon cried out in joy."Fuck yes, I've missed this so much!"At the same time, Reverend Morris unzipped his trousers and approached behind his wife."Whilst you are playing the organist's organ, I shall now enter your Holy Temple, which has been closed off to me since the start of Lent."He pressed his member against her cunt. Jenna gasped as her husband applied pressure, and slid his cock into her."I've missed your Holy Rod, my love."He slowly thrust in and out of her, which drove her wild. She reached one hand down to rub her clit, which stimulated the already overwhelming pleasure. simon sped up his thrusting, his cock ramming against her cervix. She moaned. A few minutes later Jenna bucked harder and faster as she felt her orgasm build up. Reverend Morris did the same as his cock twitched in her."Ah, oh God, yes!" The vicar's wife threw her head back and screamed as she came. Her cunt walls contracted tightly around her husband's cock as her love juices leaked out of her. His own orgasm hit shortly after, and he shot a huge load of warm seed deep into her."Bloody hell," Gordon gasped. That had to be the most intense orgasm he'd ever seen Jenna have. He felt a brief moment of doubt, fearing he wouldn't be able to match the pleasure her husband had given her. Something tugged at his heart, a nagging ache. He shrugged it off, but it remained. He didn't want to think about the fact he was starting to fall deeply in love with this red-haired beauty who'd seduced him so skillfully last September, with a blowjob whilst he sat on the organ stool.This was always meant to be just a bit of no-strings naughty fun, he thought to himself. But it's gone way beyond that. I never imagined she'd have this effect on me,Reverend Morris gently pulled out of her and Jenna rolled over & sat up, cum oozing from her throbbing womanhood."Don't keep Gordon waiting, Jen," he whispered to her. "He needs more than a quick blow of the organ pipe."She nodded, kissing him. "I won't. I intend to make this just as special for him as it was for you."Gordon brightened up. "What, you mean I'm getting the full Monty?""I really enjoy that organ pipe of yours inside me, Gordon," she winked.He was more than happy with sloppy seconds.Sitting him down in one of the metal folding chairs, Jenna straddled him, and in one motion, plunged herself down on his hard cock. His hands found her breasts, and she squirmed on his lap deliciously. Gordon began to thrust himself into her, slowly at first, increasing speed gradually, until they were fucking for all they were worth.All the pent-up desire that Jenna had been holding inside throughout Lent, all the desire for this older man, was unleashed. Much as she loved her husband, she'd also had a thing for Gordon, way more than all the other men of the church she'd bedded. He was special. Those daddy vibes. They'd never gone away.When he paused for breath, she pulled him up & onto his back on a table and mounted him again. Ever so slowly, she undulated on his cock, and, eyes closed, fingered her clit while he moaned beneath her at the sight. When she started to shake and groan, the sight became too much for the organist and he knew he was joining her, whether he wanted to or not.With a yell, Gordon grabbed her hips and shot spurt after spurt of thick cum into the goddess above him."Wow, now that's the kind of worship that truly comes from the heart!" Reverend Morris said, amazed at the organist's stamina. "That's what I like to see; Jenna fully satisfied!""Oh Gordon," Jenna sighed, when they'd finally recovered. She kissed him softly on the lips. "That was wonderful." She noticed he had tears in his eyes. "Hey, are you alright?""Never better Jen," he mumbled. "Bit dusty in this room, eh? Think it's irritating my eyes a bit.""We're the two luckiest men in the world aren't we?" Reverend Morris said, sensing Gordon's awkwardness. "To be both loved by this amazing woman. God has truly smiled on us. It's all part of His plan.""And I love you both," Jenna said, slipping her arms round the two of them.Gordon felt himself filling up, but he held it together.Gladys watches"Utterly vile," Mrs. Norris cringed, still watching on the iPhone with Mrs. Wilcox. "All three of them should be cast out of the church and prosecuted.""Prosecuted?" The old lady replied. "Dearie, I think what we've just witnessed is a very modern love story. Gordon is in love with Jenna. Jenna loves him. The vicar knows that she loves them both.""How the hell can you say that? He's a dirty old man if you ask me.""When you're as old as I am, you just know these things. Human nature's a fascinating thing. And you're never too old to have fun either. I'm so glad that Norman Winstanley called round to fix my kitchen door!""So you're not going to give me the footage?" Mrs. Norris snapped."No dearie, I'm not. I'm deleting this video right now.""No don't!"But it was too late. The recording on the phone was deleted, along with the app. "I've remotely shut down the camera in the storeroom too," the old lady smiled. "I'll get my grandson Dwaine to remove and destroy it.""You treacherous old bag. You tricked me!" Mrs. Norris yelled, eyes bulging behind her horn-rimmed glasses. There was a knock on the car window and she almost jumped out of her skin. The hulking figure of Dwaine appeared."Everything alright, Gran?""Oh fine, dear," she said, getting out of the car. "I'm ready to go home now. It's been a rather eventful church service! But first, I need to pop into the church hall. I think I've forgotten to switch off a light, "Her plans to destroy Jenna thwarted, Mrs. Norris accepted defeat and drove off, away from St. Michael's church forever.Jenna, Reverend Morris and Gordon had just finished getting dressed when the door of the storeroom was unlocked."Oh Vicar! I'm so sorry! How careless of me! I'd finished sweeping up and thought you'd all gone home. Jack left me in charge of locking up. Blame it on a senior moment. I had no idea you three were in the storeroom!" The four of them walking into the hallway."No worries, Gladys, there's no harm done. We were only in there half an hour."As they all headed out of the hall, Josh the curate came rushing inside, out of breath."Jenna! I just got your message! I'd just driven Bishop George home when I read it. Oh I'm glad you all got out of there!""Not the end to the Easter service I was expecting, but it's something we can laugh about in years to come!" Reverend Morris said and he turned to Jenna and Gordon and grinned. "Come, let's all go back to the Vicarage and have a drink. Mrs. Wilcox. Your grandson is most welcome to join us too."The vicar, his wife and the organist remained blissfully unaware of how close they'd come to having their passionate threesome revealed to the entire world. Once again, peace and happiness remained at St. Michael's Church, and it seemed Jenna's amazing way with bringing joy to the lives of church men was stronger than ever,One month later"We now we look forward to Ascension tide," Reverend Morris said, a few Sundays after Easter. “The Feast of Pentecost follows.”Jenna returned from the church toilets. She'd been feeling off-color for the past couple of days and now knew why."Simon, I must speak with you and Gordon," she said, as the church began emptying."What's wrong Jen? You don't look too good."Gordon was tidying up his music books and switching off the organ, when the vicar appeared."Jenna has something to tell us," Reverend Morris said. "She says it's very happy, but life-changing news."The organist put down his books immediately. This sounded serious, and he felt his stomach jump. "What's up?""Well you two, how do I break this to you gently? It seems there's been some sort of miracle. My contraceptive pill has failed. I'm pregnant. And, well”Both men's jaws dropped.Gordon spluttered, terrified. He feared his future was in for trouble. He feared his two best friends over this. He feared the gossip. He loved his church and didn't want anything to change. He was barely able to process this information.Simon embraced his wife and beamed. “The child is mine. I take great joy in the arrival of a life. My opportunity to raise a child in a wonderful home, with the wife God has blessed me with. Perhaps God will give us more, in years to come!”Jenna beamed. She turned to Simon and asked; “Simon, have you ever been a godfather?”To be continued.By Blacksheep, for Literotica.

NARSA Podcast
Weekly Update - December 30th, 2024

NARSA Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 30, 2024 35:53


On this week's podcast:Game overview: Dearie me...Shout outs:Annie Kennedy condolences: https://ogden.funeraltechweb.com/tribute/details/21093/Mrs-Anne-Kennedy/obituary.htmlOrange County Soccer Club ownership scheme: https://europe.republic.com/orange-county-scMelbourne City Loyal RSC cultural event: https://www.facebook.com/groups/110256592359769/?multi_permalinks=9074145052637500&ref=shareConvention Update163 days / 23 weeks!!!Convention Tickets On Sale: https://narsa.ca/tickets/Room bookings: https://narsa.ca/kissimmee-2025/Golf pricing coming soon...perhapsCommunications: Gers Guide (made up by me - again)Rangers' statement re the SFA struggling to find their arses with both of their handsRangers' Annual Burns Supper: https://edmistonhouse.co.uk/en-GB/events/rangers%20burns%20supper/2025-1-24_18.30/edmiston%20house?back=2&area=aa2e90a7-6fa1-ed11-83d1-904361e380c5&type=ga International Coaches Convention 2025: https://www.rangers.co.uk/article/rangers-international-coaches-convention-returns/2G1eVp9rGXAvxrsdsMW5WmPlease share with your membership. This will also be shared on our WhatsApp group, and via our social media too. https://narsa.ca/

Steamy Stories Podcast
Jenna Gives Up Sex For Lent? Part 2

Steamy Stories Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 3, 2024


But she finds new Uses For Old Organ Pipes.A series in 17 parts, by Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.  The third Sunday of Lent had arrived. Reverend Morris was counting down the days until Easter in the same way a prisoner counts down the days until their release. He was dreading today's morning Eucharist after the embarrassment of last week."I still can't believe I was stupid enough to mix up that erotic story with my sermon!" He exclaimed. "Why did I print it out?""Ah relax, Simon. It was a fantastic first attempt, and that vicar from Manchester seemed to enjoy it!" Jenna replied, making herself a coffee."Yes I know but, well I suppose you're right. Nobody made a complaint. I'm just glad the youth & children were already dismissed to their classes. I'd have had a load of outraged parents begging for me to be defrocked!""No damage done," Jenna smiled. "And you truly do have hidden talents. I had no idea you were so good at writing erotica. You should try it again sometime!"This Sunday's service passed without incident, and most of the congregation were no doubt disappointed that the vicar's sermon had returned to its familiar, boring self. Afterwards, Gordon peered over the top of the organ and smiled as he noticed Jenna."Morning!" He said."Hello Gordon!" Jenna replied. "How are you getting on with, you know?" She winked."Ah that," he laughed. "You weren't kidding when you said use lots of lube, were you? It's fun, but," Gordon lowered his voice. "It doesn't match up to you. I miss our organ lessons.""Me too. We're halfway through Lent. Stay strong. You'll get through it!""I'll try my best! Oh, are these of any interest to you or Simon?" He handed her two tin organ pipes, one smaller than the other. "I know you're into arts and crafts. Thought you might have some use for these. Some of the old pipes have been replaced.""These are nice!" Jenna said, holding up the pipes. "Great condition.""They make great wall ornaments. I see loads of them for sale on eBay. Some go for really high prices.""I'll see if I can get creative. It'll be a fun spring project for me. Thanks Gordon! Oh before I forget, you couldn't do a favor for a member of the church, could you?""Certainly!""Gladys asked if you could call round and fix a new door handle on her kitchen door. I know you're really good at D I Y; you fitted new wall sockets in the church hall."The organist's face fell. "Um, oh right. Yes. I'm sure I can.""Great! She'll be thrilled. Right, I'd better get going. Simon's taking Christopher out for some father-son time, so I'll be home alone. I'll see if I can get creative with these old organ pipes!"Gordon gulped. The thought of calling round to see Mrs. Wilcox terrified him."My God, the old girl will pounce on me like a lioness ambushing a gazelle!" He noticed the churchwarden heading up the aisle. "Norman! Could you do me a favor?"Jenna arrived back at the vicarage, wondering how to spend the rest of the afternoon. She looked carefully at the two organ pipes, running a finger down the smooth, dull metal."Hmm, this larger one, it could be just the right size!"Up in the bedroom, Jenna lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down to the floor and stepped out of them. Feeling horny, she imagined Gordon walking in and catching her with her legs spread with an organ pipe buried deep in her cunt. The larger pipe measured about 11" long from pointed tip to end of the tapering foot. She remembered what Gordon had told her about organ pipes.Flue pipes are also known as labial pipes. The foot is the bottom portion of the pipe, usually conical. At its base is the toe hole, through which wind enters it."Ooh yeah." Jenna reached between her legs and discovered that she was already dripping wet. She fingered her cunt and clit. Damn, she needed to be filled. She took her time greasing up the organ pipe until it was dripping lubricant."Ah!" Jenna began sliding the pipe into her well-lubed cunt, one leisurely inch at a time. When she'd taken about six inches inside, she began slowly pushing it in and out, coating the pipe with her juices.Her fingers rubbed her clit softly and covered it in her essence. The pressure and speed of her fingers built. She imagined Gordon's thick fingers deep inside her, whilst she lay naked on the organ stool in the church,Jenna wanted more, wanted it harder. She increased her speed and moved the organ pipe in and out faster. Suddenly, her whole body tensed, the sweet feelings of ecstasy were almost torture. She need to come but wanted the pleasure to last longer. She was almost there, almost tipping over the edge of orgasm. She pushed the pipe still deeper into her womanhood, then reached for the smaller one,Norman's SubmissionNorman Winstanley turned into Rosebay Gardens, the quaint little cul-de-sac where Mrs. Wilcox lived."Nice place for old folk," he mused, parking up in front of the small bungalow. He picked up the small tool bag, headed up the drive and knocked on the door.Glancing round, he was amused by the pair of garden gnomes on the front lawn. They were dressed in bondage gear.The front door opened and Mrs. Wilcox appeared. "Oh, hello Norman! What are you doing here?""Here to fix your kitchen door, my dear!" Norman replied. "Gordon sends his apologies but something came up.""Dearie me," the old lady replied, not fooled for a moment. "Oh well, you'll do nicely! Right this way!" She ushered him inside and gave his arse cheeks a squeeze.Norman raised an eyebrow, but ignored her actions. After all, the old bird was eighty-six."God, this feels so amazing!" Jenna gasped as she thrust the small organ pipe up her arsehole. She moaned loudly, her cunt pulsing hard around the larger organ pipe. Her whole body shook with the force of her orgasm."Fuck, yes!" The vicar's wife screamed out as she found a new use for the old organ pipes."Don't forget to polish the sideboard, dearie!" Mrs. Wilcox smiled as Norman entered the living room and brought her a glass of sherry. He was naked apart from a frilly apron."Right you are, Gladys," the churchwarden replied. This was more of a thrill than he ever imagined.And here I was worrying how I'd survive six weeks without sex from the vicar's wife! He thought."Norman!" Mrs. Wilcox snapped. "I asked for a schooner! This glass isn't a schooner! I'm afraid I'll have to discipline you. Turn around at once!"Norman did as she asked and she struck his bare buttocks with a riding crop."Ouch!""You're a very naughty boy!" Mrs. Wilcox said. "What are you?""I'm a very naughty boy!" Norman replied.Jenna Breaks Her Lent Vow, In Order To Aid The Bishop.Bishop George lay in a hospital bed between sleep and vague drowsiness. He was hot, frustrated and uncomfortable. Waiting. Waiting for the nurses to bring him food. Waiting for them to change him. He loathed being dependent on others like this. He'd always gone his own way, not caring whom he offended. Then again he was lucky to be alive, and boredom and frustration were the least of his worries. His leg had been reset, but he was very much troubled by the thought of infection developing.Bishop George closed his eyes and wondered if he'd be well enough to attend the Easter service at St Michael's Church. He'd been looking forward to it for ages, and it was only two weeks away. Reverend Morris had just departed, having spent an hour with him. The visit had lifted the bishop's spirits and he was thankful for the vicar's kind words."That bloody cyclist! He shouldn't have been on the pavement in the first place!"He'd been walking down the street and had been sent flying when a careless cyclist had crashed right into him. His right leg had been broken in three places. It had been a terrible ordeal, but he didn't expect to remain in hospital for long. You were soon booted out these days.Bishop George sighed. He wasn't looking forward to his sister Anne, coming to care for him whilst he recovered. Anne was notoriously bossy.Meanwhile, back at St Michael's Vicarage, Jenna sipped a coffee and idly ran her finger down the cup."Poor George," she said, as Reverend Morris returned from visiting him in the hospital. "You know something, why don't we let him stay with us while he recovers? We have two spare bedrooms, one for when Christopher stays over, but the smaller room would be ideal for George. It's got a foldaway bed."Reverend Morris thought for a moment. "You're absolutely right, Jen. You're a true Christian. The Bishop has been very good to me since I took over at St Michael's. We could provide all the care he needs. Whilst his sister might mean well, she's a rather, fierce individual!""I only met her once. She scared me!" Jenna admitted.The vicar nodded. "Besides, having him staying with us will help keep my mind off, er, you know. I've been struggling recently with what we've given up for Lent."Jenna smiled. "I know Simon. You've done really well. Not much longer now. When Easter comes, He will rise, I'm not just talking about Jesus, by the way,"Reverend Morris bit his lip. "He might be rising already, Oh! I can't wait to have sex again, must restrain myself. Right, I'll go call George, and prepare the spare bedroom for him."The bishop was more than delighted when Reverend Morris arrived to collect him from the hospital, the next day."You're quite sure about this, Simon?" He said as the vicar pushed his wheelchair down the aisle. "I don't want to be a burden to you and Jenna. Busy weeks ahead for you, what with Holy Week and so on. And your son, doesn't he stay over on Fridays?""Think nothing of it, George. We have two spare bedrooms at the vicarage. There's room for everyone. Jenna and I are glad to have you staying with us. It'll be peace of mind knowing that you'll be safe and well-looked after."Bishop George smirked to himself. He was definitely looking forward to perhaps getting some special therapy off Jenna. He remembered the little birthday ceremony he'd taken part in just before Christmas,"Must say, I'm glad to be out of that hospital," he muttered, as he was helped into the car. "The bloke in the bed next to me, he lay there for two hours before someone realized he was dead. Poor sod. I said a few prayers for him.""That's awful," Reverend Morris replied. “But on the bright side, the soul enjoyed a very prompt wake, with no less than the bishop presiding!”George finally chuckled at the realization of his good service.Changing the subject, Simon added; "Well hopefully, you'll find the vicarage a lot more relaxing, and our meals a lot more edible. We both enjoy cooking."He drove out of the hospital car park and headed for the motorway. "The nursing staff said you were a difficult patient." Simon probed."I see. Quite the compliment." Bishop George said. "I'm sure they were exaggerating. Any news from church?" Is Jenna still learning to play the organ?"The traffic noise was loud, as rush hour was approaching."Oh yes! She's made remarkable progress there. Gordon is a fantastic teacher. She's of a good enough standard to stand in for him, on the rare occasions he isn't able to do the Sunday service.""I'm sure," he replied.She is very talented indeed at playing a man's organ too!

Steamy Stories
Jenna Gives Up Sex For Lent? Part 2

Steamy Stories

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 3, 2024


But she finds new Uses For Old Organ Pipes.A series in 17 parts, by Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.  The third Sunday of Lent had arrived. Reverend Morris was counting down the days until Easter in the same way a prisoner counts down the days until their release. He was dreading today's morning Eucharist after the embarrassment of last week."I still can't believe I was stupid enough to mix up that erotic story with my sermon!" He exclaimed. "Why did I print it out?""Ah relax, Simon. It was a fantastic first attempt, and that vicar from Manchester seemed to enjoy it!" Jenna replied, making herself a coffee."Yes I know but, well I suppose you're right. Nobody made a complaint. I'm just glad the youth & children were already dismissed to their classes. I'd have had a load of outraged parents begging for me to be defrocked!""No damage done," Jenna smiled. "And you truly do have hidden talents. I had no idea you were so good at writing erotica. You should try it again sometime!"This Sunday's service passed without incident, and most of the congregation were no doubt disappointed that the vicar's sermon had returned to its familiar, boring self. Afterwards, Gordon peered over the top of the organ and smiled as he noticed Jenna."Morning!" He said."Hello Gordon!" Jenna replied. "How are you getting on with, you know?" She winked."Ah that," he laughed. "You weren't kidding when you said use lots of lube, were you? It's fun, but," Gordon lowered his voice. "It doesn't match up to you. I miss our organ lessons.""Me too. We're halfway through Lent. Stay strong. You'll get through it!""I'll try my best! Oh, are these of any interest to you or Simon?" He handed her two tin organ pipes, one smaller than the other. "I know you're into arts and crafts. Thought you might have some use for these. Some of the old pipes have been replaced.""These are nice!" Jenna said, holding up the pipes. "Great condition.""They make great wall ornaments. I see loads of them for sale on eBay. Some go for really high prices.""I'll see if I can get creative. It'll be a fun spring project for me. Thanks Gordon! Oh before I forget, you couldn't do a favor for a member of the church, could you?""Certainly!""Gladys asked if you could call round and fix a new door handle on her kitchen door. I know you're really good at D I Y; you fitted new wall sockets in the church hall."The organist's face fell. "Um, oh right. Yes. I'm sure I can.""Great! She'll be thrilled. Right, I'd better get going. Simon's taking Christopher out for some father-son time, so I'll be home alone. I'll see if I can get creative with these old organ pipes!"Gordon gulped. The thought of calling round to see Mrs. Wilcox terrified him."My God, the old girl will pounce on me like a lioness ambushing a gazelle!" He noticed the churchwarden heading up the aisle. "Norman! Could you do me a favor?"Jenna arrived back at the vicarage, wondering how to spend the rest of the afternoon. She looked carefully at the two organ pipes, running a finger down the smooth, dull metal."Hmm, this larger one, it could be just the right size!"Up in the bedroom, Jenna lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down to the floor and stepped out of them. Feeling horny, she imagined Gordon walking in and catching her with her legs spread with an organ pipe buried deep in her cunt. The larger pipe measured about 11" long from pointed tip to end of the tapering foot. She remembered what Gordon had told her about organ pipes.Flue pipes are also known as labial pipes. The foot is the bottom portion of the pipe, usually conical. At its base is the toe hole, through which wind enters it."Ooh yeah." Jenna reached between her legs and discovered that she was already dripping wet. She fingered her cunt and clit. Damn, she needed to be filled. She took her time greasing up the organ pipe until it was dripping lubricant."Ah!" Jenna began sliding the pipe into her well-lubed cunt, one leisurely inch at a time. When she'd taken about six inches inside, she began slowly pushing it in and out, coating the pipe with her juices.Her fingers rubbed her clit softly and covered it in her essence. The pressure and speed of her fingers built. She imagined Gordon's thick fingers deep inside her, whilst she lay naked on the organ stool in the church,Jenna wanted more, wanted it harder. She increased her speed and moved the organ pipe in and out faster. Suddenly, her whole body tensed, the sweet feelings of ecstasy were almost torture. She need to come but wanted the pleasure to last longer. She was almost there, almost tipping over the edge of orgasm. She pushed the pipe still deeper into her womanhood, then reached for the smaller one,Norman's SubmissionNorman Winstanley turned into Rosebay Gardens, the quaint little cul-de-sac where Mrs. Wilcox lived."Nice place for old folk," he mused, parking up in front of the small bungalow. He picked up the small tool bag, headed up the drive and knocked on the door.Glancing round, he was amused by the pair of garden gnomes on the front lawn. They were dressed in bondage gear.The front door opened and Mrs. Wilcox appeared. "Oh, hello Norman! What are you doing here?""Here to fix your kitchen door, my dear!" Norman replied. "Gordon sends his apologies but something came up.""Dearie me," the old lady replied, not fooled for a moment. "Oh well, you'll do nicely! Right this way!" She ushered him inside and gave his arse cheeks a squeeze.Norman raised an eyebrow, but ignored her actions. After all, the old bird was eighty-six."God, this feels so amazing!" Jenna gasped as she thrust the small organ pipe up her arsehole. She moaned loudly, her cunt pulsing hard around the larger organ pipe. Her whole body shook with the force of her orgasm."Fuck, yes!" The vicar's wife screamed out as she found a new use for the old organ pipes."Don't forget to polish the sideboard, dearie!" Mrs. Wilcox smiled as Norman entered the living room and brought her a glass of sherry. He was naked apart from a frilly apron."Right you are, Gladys," the churchwarden replied. This was more of a thrill than he ever imagined.And here I was worrying how I'd survive six weeks without sex from the vicar's wife! He thought."Norman!" Mrs. Wilcox snapped. "I asked for a schooner! This glass isn't a schooner! I'm afraid I'll have to discipline you. Turn around at once!"Norman did as she asked and she struck his bare buttocks with a riding crop."Ouch!""You're a very naughty boy!" Mrs. Wilcox said. "What are you?""I'm a very naughty boy!" Norman replied.Jenna Breaks Her Lent Vow, In Order To Aid The Bishop.Bishop George lay in a hospital bed between sleep and vague drowsiness. He was hot, frustrated and uncomfortable. Waiting. Waiting for the nurses to bring him food. Waiting for them to change him. He loathed being dependent on others like this. He'd always gone his own way, not caring whom he offended. Then again he was lucky to be alive, and boredom and frustration were the least of his worries. His leg had been reset, but he was very much troubled by the thought of infection developing.Bishop George closed his eyes and wondered if he'd be well enough to attend the Easter service at St Michael's Church. He'd been looking forward to it for ages, and it was only two weeks away. Reverend Morris had just departed, having spent an hour with him. The visit had lifted the bishop's spirits and he was thankful for the vicar's kind words."That bloody cyclist! He shouldn't have been on the pavement in the first place!"He'd been walking down the street and had been sent flying when a careless cyclist had crashed right into him. His right leg had been broken in three places. It had been a terrible ordeal, but he didn't expect to remain in hospital for long. You were soon booted out these days.Bishop George sighed. He wasn't looking forward to his sister Anne, coming to care for him whilst he recovered. Anne was notoriously bossy.Meanwhile, back at St Michael's Vicarage, Jenna sipped a coffee and idly ran her finger down the cup."Poor George," she said, as Reverend Morris returned from visiting him in the hospital. "You know something, why don't we let him stay with us while he recovers? We have two spare bedrooms, one for when Christopher stays over, but the smaller room would be ideal for George. It's got a foldaway bed."Reverend Morris thought for a moment. "You're absolutely right, Jen. You're a true Christian. The Bishop has been very good to me since I took over at St Michael's. We could provide all the care he needs. Whilst his sister might mean well, she's a rather, fierce individual!""I only met her once. She scared me!" Jenna admitted.The vicar nodded. "Besides, having him staying with us will help keep my mind off, er, you know. I've been struggling recently with what we've given up for Lent."Jenna smiled. "I know Simon. You've done really well. Not much longer now. When Easter comes, He will rise, I'm not just talking about Jesus, by the way,"Reverend Morris bit his lip. "He might be rising already, Oh! I can't wait to have sex again, must restrain myself. Right, I'll go call George, and prepare the spare bedroom for him."The bishop was more than delighted when Reverend Morris arrived to collect him from the hospital, the next day."You're quite sure about this, Simon?" He said as the vicar pushed his wheelchair down the aisle. "I don't want to be a burden to you and Jenna. Busy weeks ahead for you, what with Holy Week and so on. And your son, doesn't he stay over on Fridays?""Think nothing of it, George. We have two spare bedrooms at the vicarage. There's room for everyone. Jenna and I are glad to have you staying with us. It'll be peace of mind knowing that you'll be safe and well-looked after."Bishop George smirked to himself. He was definitely looking forward to perhaps getting some special therapy off Jenna. He remembered the little birthday ceremony he'd taken part in just before Christmas,"Must say, I'm glad to be out of that hospital," he muttered, as he was helped into the car. "The bloke in the bed next to me, he lay there for two hours before someone realized he was dead. Poor sod. I said a few prayers for him.""That's awful," Reverend Morris replied. “But on the bright side, the soul enjoyed a very prompt wake, with no less than the bishop presiding!”George finally chuckled at the realization of his good service.Changing the subject, Simon added; "Well hopefully, you'll find the vicarage a lot more relaxing, and our meals a lot more edible. We both enjoy cooking."He drove out of the hospital car park and headed for the motorway. "The nursing staff said you were a difficult patient." Simon probed."I see. Quite the compliment." Bishop George said. "I'm sure they were exaggerating. Any news from church?" Is Jenna still learning to play the organ?"The traffic noise was loud, as rush hour was approaching."Oh yes! She's made remarkable progress there. Gordon is a fantastic teacher. She's of a good enough standard to stand in for him, on the rare occasions he isn't able to do the Sunday service.""I'm sure," he replied.She is very talented indeed at playing a man's organ too!

ExplicitNovels
Western Fertility Clinic: Part 3

ExplicitNovels

Play Episode Listen Later May 23, 2024


Fertility clinic nurse explores magic of sex play in study.By thomas_dean. Subscribe & listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 4: Fun & Games People Play.My tall and muscular husband Jerry, pleasantly bemused, encouraged my studies and offered his body for practice."First, I wash my hands and introduce myself," I went through my checklist, "Good morning Mr.Warbler. I'm Nursing Assistant Amy Warbler. After I release you from chastity, I'm going to conduct a testicular exam, a complete physical inspection of the genitalia, the penis, scrotum, and testicles.""Oh, please do," said Jerry with a smile.I moved his chin to the right and ordered Jerry to put his hands on his head.Passing my written and practical test, with Jerry's help, I found myself in a somewhat more staid, professionalized environment. On duty, I was addressed as Miss Warbler. I wore medical scrubs replete with a name tag that identified me as a Nursing Assistant.Co-opting in the trial run-through for the hands-on portion of the exam, Jerry complained that I should borrow surgical scrubs for more realism in my exam. "There's something to the medical accoutrements, the scrubs, the name tag, and the stethoscope that promote cooperation of the subject."With Jerry's size and strength, I needed all the help the prop of an improvised costume could bring to assure his pliancy.To accommodate Jerry's quest for realism, I wore one of his white shirts, backwards, over a loose, billowy pj bottom. I preferred the short sleeve shirt to tease Jerry with a glimpse at my breasts. Jerry's T-Shirt fit loose enough; I only buttoned the top button to make sure the top flowed with my movement. To Jerry's suggestion that, on duty, I wear a bra or a T-shirt under the scrubs, I reminded him that paying customers give tips."Tips for Tits!" Jerry exclaimed. "You must model this exceptional garment for me. Bring a pair home.""To leave at the end of my shift," I replied, "I have to walk naked from a communal shower along a steel mesh parapet for 100 paces. How can I spirit scrubs out of the clinic?"Still, even after elevation to a demi-professional caste, we had to strip, stow our street clothes in a locker, and walk naked along a catwalk about 100 feet to communal showers. Instead of the 4AM race of the cleaning crew to the showers, we leisurely strolled to the showers. One of the women walked with the man, idly chatting. Next to me walked a cherubic brunette Darrie. "Think of it as short for Darling," she told me."Appropriate name," I replied, "for the angel who releases the male donor from the cock block to release the built-up eh—tension.""Angel Darlin', now that would be a nice name," Darrie chuckled, "the guys call the nurse in the locker the Angel of Mercy. We call her the `Warden.'"In our practice for my hands on exam, Jerry expressed interest in experiencing me in the role of the Angel of Mercy."Not ready to recognize me as your warden," I chided Jerry.Perhaps, Jerry suggested as he stood naked in front of me that I should have obtained permission to borrow a chastity belt for that purpose. "The clinic might have allowed issuance of the belt, but not the electronic notebook. You might find a chastity grows on you. Without the release button on the electronic notebook, you'll find the belt is easier to get into than to get out of."Under the spigot next to me, Darrie, looking around the shower, sighed. "You're new. The only problem with working at the Fertility Clinic is," a silly expression appeared on her face, "it grows on you.""Quite an interesting comment," I replied, "about an institution designed to grow eh, people.""The longer you are here," Darrie smiled, "the more you're bound up in it, the harder it is to leave, and the more you find yourself willing to do."Though there were enough spigots in the shower for us to keep a respectful distance from each other, we tended to congregate within arms' reach of each other. "I'm going to help you-just for the first few customers-In the locker-just to show," Darrie proposed, "you how to handle eh, the ropes." We both giggled together before she asked, "Soap up my back, will you be a luv?"Turning her back to me, Darrie waited for me to apply a washcloth from the short hairs of her neck to her shoulder blades down to her butt. "Are you married, luv?" When I acknowledged, she prodded me, "to a guy?" At my nod, she added, "you'd do well as shower girl, but today you play warden, unlock them on the way in and lock them tight on the way out."At the clothing counter, Darrie recommended that I wear a T-Shirt under the scrubs, "It being your first time, you might not want guys gaping at your swinging tits.""Tits bring Tips," I quipped.In my practice with Jerry, I went through the protocol: "Second, once the subject has disrobed, the subject should present naked standing in front of you. Some prefer to perform the examination kneeling to the side of the patient. Most examiners prefer to stand to conduct an initial appraisal of the subject's general condition.""Hands on your head, Mr.Warbler, if you please, legs apart," I ordered in a cheerful voice."Why do you need to keep an eye on my hands?" Jerry asked. "Does a 90 lb woman facing fear losing control over a naked, sex crazed man recently sprung from chastity?""Interesting choice of words," I replied.When Darrie and I peeked in the male donor's locker, three or four men completely undressed were milling about inside. Darrie pointing out a fair skinned nervous sort criss-crossing his chest with his arms, "Probably, the new guy, Mr.Flesher," she surmised.Naked except for an inverted triangular shaped dome covering their crotches, the men awaited release. Standing at the entrance the male donor's locker, Darrie whispered, "Unexpected things," an evil smile peered on her lips, "especially with new donors can happen when the projectile is unleashed. Never stand directly in the path of an eruption."We both giggled when I quipped, "Interesting concept."Entering the male donor's locker, Darrie barked, "Line up," Darrie pointed to a line down the middle of the room, "Hands on your heads, the one on top of your head you think with, if you expect your schlong to swing."There were some catcalls from the guys lining up. One called out, "Wear a bra if you're afraid I'll cop a feel.""While I keep your schlong locked," Darrie shot back, "fondling my tits in a moment of joy will bring your cock quite a shock.""You just want to smell my pits," screeched another."Just to check, forsooth," Darrie quipped, "underarms remain smooth and clean and not hirsute." Darrie leaned over to give me advice at an audible whisper, "it's good to keep chappies happy by wiggling your tush and acting a little sassy.""Consider this a eh, dress rehearsal. You're suitably naked and I'm in an improvised nurse's costume," I commenced a test-run of the examination. As Jerry stood hands over his head, I announced the next step, "Third," pausing to seize his penis for examination, I continued, "thoroughly inspect the penis frontal and dorsal,-eh all sides for lumps, swellings, ulcers or scars."At my touch, I could feel Jerry's penis begin to pulsate and gel from flaccid to rubbery. I noticed Jerry's lips pursing. I heard my heart pounding in my chest. Breathlessly, in a dreamy voice combining technical book learning with pillow talk, I gushed, "think of the penis as engineering miracle of erectional hydraulics, a natural pump capable of accomplishing a surge of blood flow within seconds. When the penis swells with blood, the pelvic floor muscles launch the penis eh, into ecstasy."Ecstasy? I questioned myself. That's contrary to protocol which impersonalized intimate contact. Putting aside the delicacy of social conventions, I, focusing on the objective, must conduct procedures by the book step-by-step. The heart may beat faster, the temperature may rise, but the purpose of intimate contact is professional. "Physical contact with a female nurse during a delicate examination can produce a natural reaction in a male patient," I reassured Jerry."Priming the pump triggers the launch. I hope so," Jerry replied.Announcing as we swept into the locker room, "Gentlemen prepare to launch your rockets, 10-9 -8-7 ...," Darrie pushed a button on her notepad. The clang of the plastic covers falling to the ground followed. While I collected the fallen shields, Darry declared, "Fun time! Examination of the genitalia."When she reached Mr.Flesher who managed to conceal himself at the end of the line, he was shaking; his fair skin was burnished red. In a soothing voice, Darry assured Flesher, "There's no shame in a natural reaction to physical contact with a female during a genital examination."Hushing the other men, Darrie sent them into the shower, noting, "Go take care of what you came here to do."As the other men filtered out into the shower, Darrie called me over. "Mr.Flesher," she addressed him, maintaining eye contact, "Let me introduce Amy Warbler, our new Nursing Assistant. I need to report to Dr. Velour our boss that Nurse Warbler is fully capable of conducting exams on her own. Can you help me teach our Nurse Warbler the art of an intimate examination? It'll only take a sec. Then you can get hitched to the hitching post for release. That's what you came here for, right?"In practicing with Jerry, I pronounced, "Fourth, inspect the scrotum. Hmm," I interjected, "I get to keep hold of your joystick. Moving the penis out of the way, inspect all sides of the scrotum. Lift the scrotum to check its underside."In the locker, Darrie thanked Mr.Flesher, "Good! My examination will only take a couple more minutes before you're on your way to the hitching post, release and ecstasy."In my dry run with Jerry, I reached the Fifth stage "palpating," I interjected, "that's an inflated medical term for examining by touch, the testicles.""Inflated? That's an interesting word. Sounds like fun," Jerry's laughter went into the falsetto range when I pinched a testicle."With my thumbs and index fingers," I explained, "I roll the testes between the fingers to detect potential abnormalities. Feel along the duct work, the epididymis tube and the duct deferens which deliver the sperm for ejaculation.""Go easy," Jerry's voice ventured into the falsetto range."That wasn't so bad. Your examination is over," I advised Jerry, "You're free to have fun. Thank you for being such a good boy," I patted his tush, "for behaving yourself and cooperating." I turned my back on Jerry to take off my gloves and drop them in the bathroom."Free!" Jerry exclaimed. When I felt his hands gripping me. Lifted off my feet, I felt the pj bottoms slide away. Bent at the waist, I heard Jerry yell "I don't have to be good, no more, but it will be good."In the locker, Darrie concluded Flesher's examination. "Not so bad, was it? You passed your exam with flying colors," Darrie counselled Mr. Flesher, "You're dangling free. Go have fun with it!" As Flesher walked away, Dearie whispered, "never turn your back on a released donor."At home, Jerry exclaimed, "Time for fun." A wild expression cropped on his face. "The pump's been primed, the torrents will flow." I felt the warmth of his body nestle between the half-moons of my ass while his nimble fingers separated my vaginal lips. Then he hesitated."Go ahead. Fuck me." I ordered Jerry. Tease, denial and release, I wondered as I gasped when Jerry penetrated, was that the magic?Chapter 5: Nature of the AttractionIn my senior year in college, I worked several hours in the early morning before classes in a fertility clinic. It was part of my internship toward my degree in Industrial Psychology. In my rotation as a student intern in the clinic, I, through study and practical training, had earned a promotion out of maintenance into the Nursing Department as an assistant.Smart in her white lab coat and dark dress, Dr. Velour introduced the study to three nursing assistant candidates gathered in her office."We start our study with the male body because it is less complex, designed for an important, but momentary role in reproduction," Dr. Velour's word brought a ripple of giggling to the motley group of prospective nursing assistants."This is a business," Dr. Velour expounded, "We have to recruit livestock, groom their bodies, generate interest in purchasers, draw and refine the product and sell it. Initially, our question in dealing with the men, is what makes a man want to `bind his loins' in a cock-blocker, hitch his penis to a machine and discharge his seed into a hitching post? The answer at least initially is curiosity."I chuckled. Ever since I obtained this internship, my husband Jerry has beseeched me to sneak him in to test his equipment. Didn't I put out enough? I lay crunched up like a pretzel, hands bound behind my back with my bra, complaints squelched with panties in my mouth too often to think differently.It was hard to think of Jerry tied docilely to a hitching post at the Clinic to be jerked off. For foreplay, Jerry preferred wrestling me to the ground. Taken by surprise, forced face down, with Jerry strong hands tugging at the waistband of my jeans, I'd spur Jerry on by pleading, "Don't rip my clothes, Jerry. I don't get paid till next week."Was Jerry jealous or afraid my job involved physical contact with other men? No, Jerry was so curious so much so he wanted me to reenact the protocols in sperm extraction."You come to the clinic through different pathways, bringing different experiences to the study. Dr. Velour looked from student to student, "we have Amy, here, a student in Industrial Psychology at the local college. Perhaps with Amy's background in Industrial Psychology, she will develop a clearer idea the motivation of the persons involved in the people involved in the donation process. Amy?""My ugh-experience tells me curiosity is a good hypothesis," I replied. The room filled with chuckling, "Men are always looking for a new spot to anchor their spar in."When the laughter subsided, Dr. Velour pointed out a girl with muscular forearms and legs, "Next, we have Cassie. She's a gymnast who has been working in the gym; Pat," Dr. Velour pointed out a college girl like me, "a participant in our experiment in inducing the mammary glands to produce milk; and Beth," Dr. Velour pointed to a woman in her mid-thirties, "a surrogate.""Regardless of sex, however," Dr. Velour continued, "the brain is the largest sex organ. Oh, the body reacts to physical stimulation and once aroused can control the mind, but the mind creates the expectations in given situations.""Thus, because male body's function in reproduction is limited," Dr. Velour ex

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Darling & Dearie 48-05-12 (Audition) Honeymoon In NY

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Play Episode Listen Later Apr 5, 2024 12:53


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Jenna & the Coronation: Part 2

SteamyStory

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 18, 2024


Saint Michael's hosts a town celebration.By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Young Men of the ChoirChoir 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, helloWe are the Busby BoysHello, helloWe are the Busby BoysAnd if you are a City fan surrender or you’ll dieWe all follow UnitedJenna 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 MaceIt 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

Steamy Stories Podcast
Jenna & the Coronation: Part 2

Steamy Stories Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 18, 2024


Saint Michael's hosts a town celebration.By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Young Men of the ChoirChoir 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, helloWe are the Busby BoysHello, helloWe are the Busby BoysAnd if you are a City fan surrender or you’ll dieWe all follow UnitedJenna 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 MaceIt 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

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Jenna & the Coronation: Part 2

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Play Episode Listen Later Mar 18, 2024


Saint Michael's hosts a town celebration.By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Young Men of the ChoirChoir 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, helloWe are the Busby BoysHello, helloWe are the Busby BoysAnd if you are a City fan surrender or you’ll dieWe all follow UnitedJenna 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 MaceIt 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

Breaking Down Barriers
Fueling America's Entrepreneurial Engine - A Conversation with John Dearie

Breaking Down Barriers

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 11, 2024 39:59


In this insightful discussion, Host David Ponraj speaks with John Dearie, President of the Center for American Entrepreneurship (CAE). John lays out a compelling case for why fostering entrepreneurship is pivotal for driving U.S. economic growth, job creation, and innovation. As America faces challenges around lackluster economic performance and declining startup rates, Dearie and his organization are working to put entrepreneurship at the forefront of the policy agenda. Some critical takeaways from this conversation:Why Entrepreneurship Matters:Entrepreneurship is critical for economic growth, job creation, opportunity expansion and rising wagesMost major innovations that have transformed economies stem from startups and entrepreneursU.S. entrepreneurship has been in decline for 4 decades, contributing to slower economic growthReversing this trend is "one of the most important and fundamental challenges facing the country"CAE's Mission:Educate policymakers on the vital role of entrepreneurship and reduce barriers to starting businessesAdvocate for an "American Entrepreneurship Agenda" addressing capital, talent, regulation, and moreChampion inclusive entrepreneurship by expanding access for women and entrepreneurs of colorSupport entrepreneurs at all stages from starting up to recovering from failurePolicy Victories:Established first Congressional Entrepreneurship Caucuses in House and SenateKey role in bills like the Expanding American Entrepreneurship Act and CHIPS and Science ActDriving policies to restore startup R&D tax treatment and expand the child tax creditPushing for bankruptcy reform, affordable healthcare, and reducing student debt burdensFollow CAE for the latest on their work igniting entrepreneurial opportunities across America. The CAE website: https://startupsusa.org/CAE Socials: https://www.facebook.com/startupsusa/ https://www.linkedin.com/company/center-for-american-entrepreneurship/ Connect with John Dearie: https://www.linkedin.com/in/john-dearie-b34565155/

Le jazz sur France Musique
Sur pied : Esperanza Spalding, Tord Gustavsen, Kellylee Evans, Blossom Dearie et d'autres

Le jazz sur France Musique

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 20, 2024 59:49


durée : 00:59:49 - Banzzaï du mardi 20 février 2024 - par : Nathalie Piolé -

Little Miss Recap
The Crown S6:EP10 Sleep, Dearie Sleep

Little Miss Recap

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 24, 2024 73:15


Amye is joined by Amanda to recap and discuss The Crown S6:EP10 Sleep, Dearie SleepThe queen gives Charles the green light to wed Camilla; tasked with planning her own funeral ahead of her 80th birthday, she faces an existential crisis.For bonus content including Sister Wives and 90 Day, join us on Little Miss Recap Extra. Join on Apple Subscriptions or here:https://www.patreon.com/littlemissrecaphttps://littlemissrecap.supercast.com/THE SHOW:Get in touch with us:Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/groups/littlemissrecapFacebook group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/littlemissrecapInstagram: @littlemissrecap Voicemail: www.littlemissrecap.comEmail: Info@littlemissrecap.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Crowning Around
Episode 74: The Crown Season 6, Episode 10 Sleep, Dearie, Sleep Recap

Crowning Around

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 24, 2024 61:30


Sam Cheung, Carlyn Greenwald, and Ivan Vukovic, three regular everyday Americans, discuss the series finale of The Crown - Season 6, Episode 10: Sleep, Dearie, Sleep. Together, they break down the series conclusion, the returns of Claire Foy and Olivia Colman, and the way that the finale grappled with death without actually killing anyone. Plus, Carlyn and Ivan give Sam a gift.

Dishing Drama with Dana Wilkey UNCENSORED
Ep 166 CDAN Enty Grift Allegations Continue (feat. Dearie Kaplan & Cassandra)

Dishing Drama with Dana Wilkey UNCENSORED

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 21, 2024 34:17


At the end of last weeks, episode 164, Dana started an interview with a woman who has been impacted by Crazy Days and Nights, Enty. She reached out to share her strange  story with Dana under the alias Dearie Kaplan for the purposes of this podcast. She asked to share her story about Enty for you all to consider as it seems to show a pattern emerging,  so we start this weeks podcast there. Then we move on to an audio sent by Cassandra to Dana. Cassandra is Enty's ex podcast co host on an 80's themed show.  Cassandra alleges Enty never disclosed his wife to her during a year long affair and when he did finally, Cassandra and the wife started talking . Cassandra then received text messages from his wife where she completely discredited Enty and Crazy Days and Nights, listen to Ep 162 for this detail.  Enty's wife also allegedly doxed her husband to Cassandra.  In today's Episode, we learn more about Cassandra's experience with Enty as it relates to Dearie Kaplan's story.  Cassandra shares some more information on Enty and "him", as we continue this deep dive on the  blind creator of Crazy Days and Nights. Also, Dana explains in this episode why giving this topic a platform is important to her.See more receipts on this at entylawyer.com Support the showDana is on Cameo!Get Dishing Drama Dana Merch!https://represent.com/store/dishing-drama-dana-wilkeyFollow Dana: @Wilkey_Dana$25,000 Song - Apple Music$25,000 Song - SpotifyTo support the show and listen to full episodes, become a member on PatreonTo learn more about sponsorships, email DDDWpodcast@gmail.comDana's YouTube Channel

The Crown: Fact or Fiction
Sleep, Dearie, Sleep

The Crown: Fact or Fiction

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 18, 2024 62:15


Natasha Livingstone and Robert Hardman take a look at the final episode of Season 6 of The Crown, Sleep, Dearie, Sleep. This episode finds the Queen planning her funeral and questioning her role while Harry makes the headlines in fancy dress and Charles and Camilla get engaged and marry.Find out:Was The Queen's funeral under review as Charles planned to marry Camilla?Did Charles have to ask the Queen permission to marry Camilla?Was there a request to confess "Past Wickedness"?Was The Queen planning to abdicate, as per The Crown?Why would The Crown's Piper fail to have woken the Queen?Did The Crown get The Queen's speech notes right?All this and more, in this episode of The Crown: Fact or Fiction. Robert Hardman's latest book, Charles III, can be ordered here: https://books.mailshop.co.uk/charles-iii-9781035027415We love reading your reviews and comments, leave one and we might read it on the next episode!Send The Crown: Fact Or Fiction a voicenote on Whatsapp: 07796657512 and start your message with "The Crown" so we know which show you're giving your opinion on.Make sure you're following The Crown: Fact Or Fiction so you don't miss an episode. https://podcasts.apple.com/gb/podcast/the-crown-fact-or-fiction/id1714259572 Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Innovate Fort Worth
#111 The Big Picture: John Dearie: Washington D.C.'s Policy-preneur

Innovate Fort Worth

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 9, 2024 32:48


Most entrepreneurs are too busy innovating and growing their companies to advocate for themselves in our nation's capital. But our guest on this first edition of a new series called “The Big Picture” is working to bring the message that entrepreneurship is critical to the future of the American economy to our lawmakers and policymakers in Washington, DC. Meet John Dearie, the Founder and CEO of the Center for American Entrepreneurship, a non-profit research, policy and advocacy organization that works to achieve a policy environment that promotes new business formation, survival and growth. John shares his work at the national level with our audience and sheds light on some local issues that startups and innovators face around the country. To learn more about the Center for American Entrepreneurship, visit: https://www.startupsusa.org/ To learn more about the Innovate Fort Worth podcast, visit: https://www.innovatefortworthpodcast.com/ To learn more about HSC Next, visit: https://www.hscnext.com/

Open jazz
Les centenaires jazz 2024 3/5 : Blossom Dearie, Lucky Thompson, Otis Spann, Clarence "Gatemouth" Brown

Open jazz

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 3, 2024 59:58


durée : 00:59:58 - Centenaires 2024 (3/5) : Blossom Dearie, Lucky Thompson, Otis Spann - par : Alex Dutilh - Quand on observe la liste des jazzwomen des jazzmen et des bluesmen dont on pourra célébrer le centenaire de la naissance en 2024, ça ressemble à une jam session au sommet de l'Olympe.

Le jazz sur France Musique
Les centenaires jazz 2024 3/5 : Blossom Dearie, Lucky Thompson, Otis Spann, Clarence "Gatemouth" Brown

Le jazz sur France Musique

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 3, 2024 59:58


durée : 00:59:58 - Centenaires 2024 (3/5) : Blossom Dearie, Lucky Thompson, Otis Spann - par : Alex Dutilh - Quand on observe la liste des jazzwomen des jazzmen et des bluesmen dont on pourra célébrer le centenaire de la naissance en 2024, ça ressemble à une jam session au sommet de l'Olympe.

The Crown: The Official Podcast
Episode 10: Sleep Dearie Sleep

The Crown: The Official Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 2, 2024 62:39


After thirty years together, Charles decides the time has come to propose to Camilla but can't do so without his mother's permission. The Queen seeks the approval of the church, state, and Charles's sons before giving her sign off to the marriage but having been unsettled by discussions surrounding her own funeral planning, the Queen starts to consider her reign and ultimately her legacy.     Edith Bowman looks back at a decade of The Crown with long standing DOP Adriano Goldman. Head of Research Annie Sulzberger introduces Researchers Anna Carden and Sophie Badman to explain the complicated road to Charles and Camilla's wedding day Edith sits down with the blushing bride – Olivia Williams, who plays Camilla. The Crown's writer and creator Peter Morgan discusses crafting the season finale and saying goodbye to The Crown, for the final time.     The Crown: The Official Podcast is produced by Netflix and Sony Music Entertainment, in association with Left Bank Pictures.     Host: Edith Bowman   Guests: Adriano Goldman, Olivia Williams, Annie Sulzberger, Anna Carden, Sophie Badman, Peter Morgan.    

Post Show Recaps: LIVE TV & Movie Podcasts with Rob Cesternino
The Crown Season 6 Episode 10 Recap, ‘Sleep, Dearie Sleep'

Post Show Recaps: LIVE TV & Movie Podcasts with Rob Cesternino

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 29, 2023 69:31


In this podcast, the hosts recap Season 6 Episode 10 of "The Crown."

Binge Show Recaps
The Crown Season 6 Episode 10 Recap, ‘Sleep, Dearie Sleep'

Binge Show Recaps

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 29, 2023 69:31


In this podcast, the hosts recap Season 6 Episode 10 of "The Crown."

The Crown: A Post Show Recap
The Crown Season 6 Episode 10 Recap, ‘Sleep, Dearie Sleep'

The Crown: A Post Show Recap

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 29, 2023 69:31


In this podcast, the hosts recap Season 6 Episode 10 of "The Crown."

Rant Cast
Oh-No-Na

Rant Cast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 21, 2023 61:36


#670. United crash in the Champions League and despite the closeness of the score, Erik ten Hag's side was never really in it. There's plenty for Ed & Wayne to discuss - Andre Onana's howler, Casemiro's age, United's mental fragility. Dearie me.If you are interested in supporting the show and accessing exclusive bonus episodes, check out our Patreon page. Keep us ad free - Friend of the Show status for just £1.No Question About That is available on Apple, Google, Stitcher, Spotify, Amazon and all podcast apps. Hit that subscribe button, leave a rating and write us a review. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Defend Your Trash Movie
Thumbelina (1994)

Defend Your Trash Movie

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 10, 2023 75:09


"Dearie... marry the mole!" It's said that Don Bluth's animated version of the Hans Christian Andersen story is trash, but does it truly deserve that reputation? Listen & find out! twitter.com/trashmoviepod trashmoviepod@gmail.com Theme song by Kenneth Leeming Jr. Logo artwork by Joe Lane

FountainCast
Melissa Camarillo | darling dearie

FountainCast

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 1, 2023 29:58


Melissa/ darling dearie joins us to chat about her creative clothing line and all of her incredible handmade creations!

FountainCast
Melissa Camarillo | darling dearie

FountainCast

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 16, 2023 31:00


Melissa shares some of her stunning creations with Hannah and Karen and talks about the ideal of “slow fashion”

Repassez-moi l'standard
Repassez-moi l'standard ... "Sweet Georgie Fame" by jazz singer & pianist Blossom Dearie (1967)

Repassez-moi l'standard

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 2, 2023 58:09


durée : 00:58:09 - "Sweet Georgie Fame" (Blossom Dearie) (1967) - par : Laurent Valero - "Standard écrit par une de mes chanteuses favorites, Blossom Dearie, une merveilleuse pianiste. Elle est américaine et c'est une artiste qu'il ait aisé de reconnaître dès que l'on entend son timbre flûté. C'est l'une de ses chansons les plus célèbres, composée à Londres, en 1966 ..." Laurent Valero - réalisé par : Antoine Courtin

Rant Cast
United-Flavoured World Cup Preview

Rant Cast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 19, 2022 57:15


#590. Ed and Tom look forward to the World Cup and with 16 Reds heading to Qatar there's plenty of United interest. But first, a short chat about another World Cup-bound player, Cristiano Ronaldo. We had to do it. Dearie me.No Question About That is available on Apple, Google, Stitcher, Spotify, Amazon and all good podcast apps. We really appreciate your support. Please hit that subscribe button, leave a rating and write us a review! Talk to us on Twitter and Instagram. If you are interested in supporting the show and accessing exclusive bonus episodes, check out our Patreon page. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

What Roman Mars Can Learn About Con Law
70- Trump's Bet on Cannon

What Roman Mars Can Learn About Con Law

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 22, 2022 33:19


When the FBI executed a search warrant on his home, Trump and his lawyers filed their complaints in a district where they thought they'd get sympathetic treatment from Judge Aileen Cannon, who Trump appointed. The assignment of a particular judge is not up to Trump, but in this case, he got lucky, and Cannon was assigned. How did Trump's gamble on getting his case in front of Judge Cannon work out? Let's find out.

Beau of The Fifth Column
Let's talk about Trump, Dearie, and buyer's remorse....

Beau of The Fifth Column

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 5, 2022 5:57


Let's talk about Trump, Dearie, and buyer's remorse.... --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/beau-of-the-fifth-column/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/beau-of-the-fifth-column/support

Opening Arguments
OA635: Trump Gets His Special Master, Immediately Regrets It

Opening Arguments

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 30, 2022 78:07


You can't quite call it f around and find out, since Judge Cannon has bent over backwards and around and through the 4th dimension and back in time for Trump. But Trump got his hand picked Special Master and quickly found out... he's just a Reagan Republican. Not a Qanon shaman. Trump has been caught it 11 different traps. OR WOULD HAVE BEEN except for the absolutely Cannon ball that dropped right after we recorded. Links: Lunn v. Commonwealth (2017), Arizona v. U.S., 567 U.S. 387 (2012), 18 U.S. Code Chapter 77 - PEONAGE, SLAVERY, AND TRAFFICKING IN PERSONS, “A-M-P” Model, Justice Manual, the appointment order, order following partial stay, case management order, motion to stay, revised filing, Trump opposition to Dearie's CMO, Rule 53. Masters, 18 U.S. Code § 793 - Gathering, transmitting or losing defense information, DOJ;s reply, Trump opposition to extension of time

The John Rothmann Show Podcast
John Rothmann: Judge lets Trump lawyers off the hook

The John Rothmann Show Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 30, 2022 34:02


Judge Aileen M. Cannon told Donald Trump's lawyers Thursday that they did not need to comply with an order from special master Raymond J. Dearie and state in a court filing whether they believe FBI agents lied about documents seized from the former president's Florida residence. Thursday's ruling was the first clash between Cannon, a Trump appointee who has generally shown the former president deference in litigation over the Mar-a-Lago investigation, and Dearie, a federal judge she appointed as an outside expert in the case, who appears to be far more skeptical of Trump. After Trump's lawyers requested a special master, Cannon chose Daerie to review approximately 11,000 documents seized Aug. 8 from Trump's Mar-a-Lago Club and residence and determine whether any should be shielded from investigators because of attorney-client or executive privilege. An appeals court separately overruled Cannon's decision that about 100 additional documents that the government says are classified — some of them top-secret — should be part of Dearie's review. Virginia “Ginni” Thomas, the wife of Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas, reiterated her belief that the 2020 election was stolen during her interview Thursday with the committee investigating the Jan. 6, 2021, attack on the U.S. Capitol, according to the committee's chairman, Rep. Bennie G. Thompson.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

KGO 810 Podcast
John Rothmann: Judge lets Trump lawyers off the hook

KGO 810 Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 30, 2022 34:02


Judge Aileen M. Cannon told Donald Trump's lawyers Thursday that they did not need to comply with an order from special master Raymond J. Dearie and state in a court filing whether they believe FBI agents lied about documents seized from the former president's Florida residence. Thursday's ruling was the first clash between Cannon, a Trump appointee who has generally shown the former president deference in litigation over the Mar-a-Lago investigation, and Dearie, a federal judge she appointed as an outside expert in the case, who appears to be far more skeptical of Trump. After Trump's lawyers requested a special master, Cannon chose Daerie to review approximately 11,000 documents seized Aug. 8 from Trump's Mar-a-Lago Club and residence and determine whether any should be shielded from investigators because of attorney-client or executive privilege. An appeals court separately overruled Cannon's decision that about 100 additional documents that the government says are classified — some of them top-secret — should be part of Dearie's review. Virginia “Ginni” Thomas, the wife of Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas, reiterated her belief that the 2020 election was stolen during her interview Thursday with the committee investigating the Jan. 6, 2021, attack on the U.S. Capitol, according to the committee's chairman, Rep. Bennie G. Thompson.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The Secret Life Of Cookies
Dearie Me: Jennifer Taub on the Special Master, AG Tish James and The Loose Cannon

The Secret Life Of Cookies

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 24, 2022 30:35


In this very special episode, Marissa travels to the kitchen of legal expert, author and pundit extraordinaire, Jennifer Taub, to make sense of the swirling chaos of legal decisions that marked this week. Plus, Jen was in the courtroom as Judge Dearie told Trump's lawyers a thing or two, and brings us the inside scoop. Also: We made Ravneet Gill's “world's best chocolate chip cookie.” Is it?   Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The John Fugelsang Podcast
Master Dearie: The documents are CLASSIFIED unless you can prove otherwise!

The John Fugelsang Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 22, 2022 43:56


John discusses new developments in Trump's document case as Special Master Judge Raymond Dearie says to him "You can't have your cake and eat it!" Trump attorneys are still refusing to offer proof of declassification. Then he talks with Leroy in Minnesota about his BBQ to help get out the votes and the racism that began on 911. Next comedienne Rhonda Handsome joins John and they talk about the trafficking of migrants and Joe Biden's speech on the Uvalde mass shooting. Then they talk with Beachside Bill about DeSantis Migrants' abuse and the death of the Queen. Then finally they chat with Reverend Sandy on assault weapons and the damage they can cause.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Serious Trouble
11th Circuit Smackdown

Serious Trouble

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 22, 2022 57:42


This is a free preview of a paid episode. To hear more, visit www.serioustrouble.showWhew, it's been a big news week! Big enough that we had to record this episode one and a half times: on Wednesday, following the first conference with Special Master Raymond Dearie; and again on Thursday, after the 11th Circuit Court of Appeals made Dearie's job much easier by saying the DOJ is free to use approximately 100 marked-classified documents seized from Mar-a-Lago and that Dearie need not review them. This episode covers the 11th Circuit order, what's left for Judge Dearie to review, New York Attorney General Letitia James's new civil lawsuit against the Trumps — and for paid subscribers: the wind-down of Special Counsel John Durham's probe into the FBI investigators who investigated Donald Trump, angry judges presiding over the Parkland shooter's sentencing and Alex Jones's latest defamation trial, and a civil lawsuit and a criminal investigation relating to the Venezuelan migrants who were talked — apparently under false pretenses — into boarding a plane to Martha's Vineyard.To become a subscriber, join the conversation and to find links and a transcript for this episode, visit www.serioustrouble.show.

The Josh Marshall Podcast

Josh and Kate discuss Trump's special master woes and activist efforts to keep a potentially catastrophic case out of the Supreme Court's hands.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

The John Rothmann Show Podcast
“It's a tug-of-war,” says John Rothmann

The John Rothmann Show Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 21, 2022 34:47


Former President Donald Trump's battle with the FBI over its search of Mar-a-Lago has moved from South Florida to New York City, where a court-appointed “special master” on Tuesday indicated he has a very simple test for whether he sides with the Department of Justice. The special master, Raymond J. Dearie said Tuesday that if Trump's lawyers don't officially counter whether the documents the former president took are classified, then Dearie will side with the DOJ. “As far as I'm concerned, that's the end of it,” he said. Dearie, a semi-retired federal judge in Brooklyn who's playing the role of temporary referee, wants to speed up the process and get federal agents back on track. And while Trump has been alleging on social media that he already declassified the records he swiped from the White House, Dearie is demanding that Trump put up or shut up. The senior judge is asking that Trump's team assert—in sworn affidavits where lies could mean jail time—whether or not Trump actually declassified them.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

KGO 810 Podcast
“It's a tug-of-war,” says John Rothmann

KGO 810 Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 21, 2022 34:47


Former President Donald Trump's battle with the FBI over its search of Mar-a-Lago has moved from South Florida to New York City, where a court-appointed “special master” on Tuesday indicated he has a very simple test for whether he sides with the Department of Justice. The special master, Raymond J. Dearie said Tuesday that if Trump's lawyers don't officially counter whether the documents the former president took are classified, then Dearie will side with the DOJ. “As far as I'm concerned, that's the end of it,” he said. Dearie, a semi-retired federal judge in Brooklyn who's playing the role of temporary referee, wants to speed up the process and get federal agents back on track. And while Trump has been alleging on social media that he already declassified the records he swiped from the White House, Dearie is demanding that Trump put up or shut up. The senior judge is asking that Trump's team assert—in sworn affidavits where lies could mean jail time—whether or not Trump actually declassified them.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Inner City Press SDNY & UN Podcast
Sept 20-1: US v. Milton, #Nikola's Russell on the stand $NKLA; #EDNY has #UAE lobbyist Barrack and Dearie on Mar-a-Lago, #UNGA has hypocrisy of @AntonioGuterres , Biden in NYC 530 fundraiser, UN Wed

Inner City Press SDNY & UN Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 20, 2022 2:16


VLOG: US v. Milton, #Nikola's Russell on the stand $NKLA; #EDNY has #UAE lobbyist Barrack and Dearie on Mar-a-Lago, #UNGA has hypocrisy of @AntonioGuterres , Biden in NYC 530 fundraiser, UN tomorrow

The John Rothmann Show Podcast
John Rothmann: Special master is Senior Judge Raymond Dearie

The John Rothmann Show Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 16, 2022 34:33


A Brooklyn-based federal judge was selected on Thursday to serve as an independent arbiter to review the materials seized in the FBI's search of former President Donald Trump's Florida home.  The special master will be Senior Judge Raymond Dearie, who was put forward as a possible candidate for the special master role by Trump, who had sued in court to obtain the review. The Justice Department also endorsed Dearie's appointment.  US District Judge Aileen Cannon also rejected the Justice Department's bid to resume its criminal investigation into classified documents seized at Mar-a-Lago last month. The denial sets the stage for the department's dispute with Trump over the search to move quickly to an appeals court and potentially the US Supreme Court. An intelligence community review of the documents has been paused since last week when Cannon ordered the criminal investigation to stop for the moment. DOJ says the two reviews cannot be separated and plans to appeal.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Two Feds & The Truth
Hotep Chad on the Southern Border, Illegals Flown into Martha's Vineyard & Trump Special Master Appointed

Two Feds & The Truth

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 16, 2022 53:54


Breaking News on the Pod! – Judge Cannon Appoints Raymond Dearier as Special Master Who would have ever thought that $8 billion would be so meager in our current situation.  That was the amount President Trump wanted to pass with Congress to secure our Southern Border.  But now, the United States is a welfare state.  Kamala Harris has stated the Southern Border is secure, but numbers would say otherwise.  In reality, our Southern Border is wide open and illegal migrants get money and healthcare before our veterans and the homeless.  We need to take care of our own first. With that said, this week we are sending another $600 million to Ukraine, brining the total to around $80 billion – an unheard-of number.  Our stock market is tanking, and inflation is soaring.  This is Biden's America. Joe Biden has been sending illegal migrants from the Southern Border around the country for months now – there have been over 70 flights to Florida alone.  In response, in comes Governors Abbott and DeSantis, who are sending illegal migrants to Chicago, Martha's Vineyard, and even Kamala Harris' house.  It is time for sanctuary cities to put up or shut up.  You wanted wide open illegal migration, now you have it - open your doors bucko! Lastly, we discuss the breaking news of Special Master Raymond Dearie, a former federal prosecutor to serve as an independent arbiter and review records seized during the raid at Mar-a-Lag.  Dearie is now charged with reviewing documents from the FBI raid and segregating out any materials covered by claims of privilege.

TIME's The Brief
Who is Raymond Dearie, the Special Master Reviewing the Mar-a-Lago Documents?... and More Stories

TIME's The Brief

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 16, 2022 25:27


Included in this episode: 1. Who is Raymond Dearie, the Special Master Reviewing the Mar-a-Lago Documents? 2. Senators Delay Vote to Protect Same-Sex Marriage, Struggling to Get Enough Republican Votes 3. Ethereum's Merge Has Finally Been Completed 4. Roger Federer Knew His Own Greatness .

TIME's Top Stories
Who is Raymond Dearie, the Special Master Reviewing the Mar-a-Lago Documents?

TIME's Top Stories

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 16, 2022 8:01


Dearie will now be tasked with reviewing the materials taken by the FBI during the unprecedented search of the former President's home

News Headlines in Morse Code at 15 WPM

Morse code transcription: vvv vvv Ukraine war Mass exhumations at Izyum forest graves site Cheetah Worlds fastest cat returns to India after 70 years Colourful songbirds could be traded to extinction Raymond Dearie Who is the special master reviewing seized Trump files Ukraine counter offensive wont change Russias plans Putin Jessica Levinson discusses Supervisor Sheila Kuehl raid FOX 11 Los Angeles The cowboy and the Queen who bonded over horses Most vulnerable Democrats wont say border is secure, or if theyd welcome illegal migrants in home districts Why are migrants in the US being sent to Democrat run areas Fury in Iran as young woman dies following morality police arrest Arkansas GOP gubernatorial candidate Sarah Sanders undergoes surgery for thyroid cancer US abortion How new bans muddle up medical emergencies West Virginia governor signs bill into law banning abortion with few exceptions What to know about Dearie, the special master reviewing Trump documents Tropical Storm Fiona entering Caribbean, projected to be hurricane New Orleans Has Americas No. 1 Murder Rate. Were in a Crisis. King Charles and Camilla makes first visit to Wales as they complete tour of UK nations

The Fire You Carry
096: Master Chief David Dearie On Leadership

The Fire You Carry

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 5, 2022 60:13


In this week's episode, Kevin and Nole are joined by former Master Chief in the Navy, David Dearie. David spent a career in the Navy and now has his own podcast where he talks about leadership with other members of the military. Additionally, he also founded a non-profit that teaches leadership courses to enlisted members of the military. Follow the links below and subscribe to David's podcast to hear more. Register for the memorial stair climb event on 9/11!https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSfdflYSZEq7_msTzev6qOLK4xfZWN88GXx8nuzDh662Fh-Mpw/viewformDavid's Podcast, Lead On - Lessons From Military Leaders.https://open.spotify.com/show/2O6X1ATS4CE1pPsEHVOxqg Enlisted Leadership Foundation.https://www.enlistedleadershipfoundation.org/ Big thank you to My Epic and Facedown Records for the use of their song "Hail" in our podcast!https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dz2RZThURTU&ab_channel=FacedownRecordsKevin's Instagram.https://www.instagram.com/kevinpwelsh/?hl=enGet on the waiting list for the Fire Up Program!https://fireupprogram.com/Nole's Instagram.https://www.instagram.com/nolelilley/?hl=enFire Up Program Instagram Account.https://www.instagram.com/fireup_program/Join us on Discord.https://discord.gg/rkDa9Ae27qBuy us a coffee to support the podcast.https://discord.gg/rkDa9Ae27qBuy podcast apparel.https://thefireyoucarry.threadless.com

Irish and Celtic Music Podcast
St Patrick's Day 2022

Irish and Celtic Music Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 16, 2022 196:21


Happy St Patrick's Day from the Irish & Celtic Music Podcast, your guide to celebrating Celtic culture through music. Cavort Celtic, Spoil The Dance, Rebecca Gilbert & Kellswater Bridge, The Gothard Sisters, Dave Curley, Kris Colt, W Ed Harris, Jackie Oates, ÚLLA, Stanley & Grimm, Andy Irvine, The Gatehouse Well, Marc Gunn & Sam Gillogly, Avon Faire, Tullamore, A Campo Traviesa, Tina Appel & Rüdiger Reinhardt, Eamonn Flynn, Colin Farrell, John Weber & Friends, Billy Treacy & the Scope, The Carroll Sisters, Reilly, The Town Pants, The Byrne Brothers, Brave the Sea, Poitin Band, Vince Conaway, The Irish Rovers, Bren Holmes, Wolf & Clover, Eddie Biggins, Scythian, One Street Over, Celtic Reggae Revolution, The Dustbunnies, Warbelow Range, Hearthfire, Ellen Gibling, Syr, Celtic Woman, The Ogham Stones, Vicki Swan & Jonny Dyer, Neil Anderson, Rebels and Sinners, Jenna Moynihan Intro from Atlanta Irish Dance. I hope you enjoyed this week's show. If you Heard a song, tune or artist that you loved, I'd like you to share this episode and tag the artist on social either on your page or in a Celtic group you're a part of. Include the show time so they can quickly listen and enjoy. The Irish & Celtic Music Podcast is here to build our diverse Celtic community and help the incredible artists who so generously share their music with you. Musicians rely on your support so they can keep creating new music. If music in this show inspired you, you can buy their CDs, digital downloads, shirts, pins, and other merch. You can follow them on streaming and see their shows. More and more Celtic musicians are on Patreon, just like this podcast. And of course, I always appreciate it when you drop artists an email to let them know you heard them on the Irish and Celtic Music Podcast. How would you like Celtic music news in your inbox? The Irish & Celtic Music Magazine is a quick and easy way to plug yourself into more great Celtic culture. Subscribe and get 34 Celtic MP3s for Free. VOTE IN THE CELTIC TOP 20 FOR 2022 This is our way of finding the best songs and artists each year. You can vote for as many songs and tunes that inspire you in each episode. Your vote helps me create next year's Best Celtic music of 2022 episode.  Vote Now! THIS WEEK IN CELTIC MUSIC 0:08 - Cavort Celtic "The Goat Set" from Kilted Cavort 6:48 - WELCOME Helping you celebrate Celtic culture through music. I am Marc Gunn. I'm a musician and podcaster. I share my love of Irish and Celtic music from around the globe with you. I want to introduce you to some amazing Celtic bands and musicians. The artists in this show need your support which you can do by buying their music or telling a friend about the band you found. You can find a link to all of the artists, along with show times and chapters for each song when you visit our website at celticmusicpodcast.com. You can also support this podcast on Patreon. Your support also helps our Celtic community. We've donated over $45,000 to Celtic non-profit organizations. See the list in the shownotes. Happy St Patrick's Day 7:58 - Spoil The Dance "Jigs : McIntyre's Fancy, Newtown Bridge, Inis Bearachain Jig" from Returning Home 11:50 - Rebecca Gilbert & Kellswater Bridge "As I Roved Out" from Origin 17:26 - The Gothard Sisters "Hurricane Ridge" from Dragonfly 20:52 - Dave Curley "Never Give All the Heart" from I Am of Ireland / Yeats in Song 22:51 - Kris Colt "Silver Dagger" from Arms of a Stranger 25:42 - W Ed Harris "Tiarna Mhuigheo" from Turas Ceilteach 28:49 - Jackie Oates "Brown Penny" from I Am of Ireland / Yeats in Song 31:04 - FREEBIES Did you know we have a free app? It's absolutely free to download for iOS or Android. There's a link in the show notes. And if you want 17 Celtic MP3s for free, sign up to the Irish & Celtic Music Magazine. This email newsletter has been going for over 20 years. Every Thursday, you will get short email about 7 quick links to the latest Celtic podcasts, new Celtic CDs, reviews of Celtic bands and in the next two, you will get a link to download 17 Celtic MP3s for free. That's not including the 34 you get when you sign up to our mailing list. Head on over to BestCelticMusic.net to celebrate Celtic culture through music. 32:15 - ÚLLA "Mattie" from Ulla 35:51 - Stanley & Grimm "Genevieve's Waltz/Apples in Winter/Tarbolton/Pigeon On the Gate" from Another Round 41:00 - Andy Irvine "Plains Of Kildare" from Andy Irvine & Paul Brady 45:09 - The Gatehouse Well "Tell Me Ma" from Undone 47:23 - Marc Gunn & Sam Gillogly "Swallowtail Jig / Out on the Ocean (feat. Sam Gillogly)" from Selcouth 50:46 - Avon Faire "Leave Her Johnny" from Tales of Love and Adventure 53:55 - I WANT YOUR FEEDBACK What are you doing today while listening to the podcast? You can send a written comment along with a picture of what you're doing while listening. What are you doing with your local celtic community? Email a voicemail message to celticpodcast@gmail.com Peter Bengtson emailed: "Hi Mark, The mornings have been too cold for me to walk before breakfast.  I've taken to having breakfast and waiting for the temperature to rise a bit.  I've enjoyed the walks with no wind and warmer weather. My air pods and smart phone are working fine so I'm listening to your podcasts.  Thanks for posting new ones weekly. I've been watching various remodeling projects and water features installed in peoples front yards." Leonard L. Streeper emailed a photo: "Dear Mr. Gunn, I love your show and thank you so much for bringing me music that I love. My only criticism is you weren't around in the late 80s when I fell in love with this genre of music and records were as rare as unicorns. I like to write fantasy books while listening. The music helps keep me in the mindset while covering up the sounds of the modern world. Once again, thank you so much for all you do. Sincerely," Fabio Fiorelli emailed: "Hi Mark! In one of your episodes I think you were looking at irish and celtic italian bands. I'd like to promote a band from my hometown, called "Whisky Trail". They are extremely genuine, even studying how the history of Florence intersects with that of the Irish" 57:18 - Tullamore "Paddy's Lamentation / Da Full Rigged Ship" from Two To Get Ready 1:02:43 - A Campo Traviesa "Harvest Home / La Botte D'Asperges (Danzas Tradicionales) (Irlanda y Francia)" from The Kid on the Mountain 1:04:47 - Tina Appel & Rüdiger Reinhardt "Theidhir Abhaile Riú" from Live in Mülheim 1:07:48 - Eamonn Flynn "Sack Em Ups" from Anywhere But Home 1:11:59 - Colin Farrell "The Drunken Acrobat: Riverton Road, The Rambling Wreck, The Drunken Acrobat" from On The Move 1:15:51 - THANK YOU PATRONS OF THE PODCAST! This show comes out at least four times a month Because of Your kind and generous support. Your generosity funds the creation, promotion and production of the show. It allows us to attract new listeners and to help our community grow. As a patron, you hear episodes before regular listeners. You can get Free MP3 downloads and music-only episodes. Plus, you get to vote in the Celtic Top 20. A super special thanks to our Celtic Legends: Dan mcDade, Carol Baril, Miranda Nelson, Nancie Barnett, Kevin Long, Lynda MacNeil, Annie Lorkowski, Travis Senzaki, Shawn Cali I thought I'd share a... SIMPLE THREE STEP PLAN TO BECOME A PATRON Go to SongHenge.com. That takes you to our Patreon page. Decide how much you want to pledge every week and cap how much you want to spend per month. Keep listening to the podcast to celebrate Celtic culture through music Thank you for becoming a generous Patron of the Podcast! 1:17:12 - John Weber & Friends "The Banks of Skibbereen" from The Banks of Skibbereen 1:21:18 - Billy Treacy & the Scope "Moving This Way" from Life 1:25:51 - The Carroll Sisters "The Flight of Dawn" from Daybreak 1:29:55 - Reilly "Black Velvet Band" from Durty Pool 1:33:40 - The Town Pants "The Wall" from Something to Say 1:37:33 - RELAUNCHING REVIEWS OF CELTIC BANDS The Irish & Celtic Music Magazine was quite a bit different when it started. I used to feature a lot of Celtic music reviews for bands. Unfortunately, it got both expensive and difficult to manage. This year, I relaunched the features of Celtic bands, not because of the magazine, but because I wanted to help out Celtic musicians in our community. I'm so happy I did. But I could still use your support to keep it going. Become a Patron of the Podcast. If we can hit the next Milestone, we can fund more reviews and features for your favorite Celtic artist. It's easy to do. Just visit SongHenge.com 1:39:43 - The Byrne Brothers "Broken Pledge, The Toormore Slide (Traditional), The Snapped Leash Jig - [Finn Byrne]" from Living the Dream 1:43:18 - Brave the Sea "Don't Take Me Back" from The Kraken 1:46:23 - Poitin Band "Bridle On the Mare" from Banks of Red River 1:49:25 - Vince Conaway "The Liberty Reel" from Liminal Spaces 1:52:20 - The Irish Rovers "Donovan's Pub in Ballinasloe" from No End in Sight 1:57:04 - NEW PODCAST SHIRTS Your generous weekly pledge to support the Irish & Celtic Music Podcast is invaluable. But there's another way to support the show. In fact, we have a brand new podcast t-shirt that's now in our store. You'll also find CDs, stickers, and digital downloads. Follow the link to show your love of Celtic culture through music and the Irish & Celtic Music Podcast. Shop for Shirts now. 1:57:42 - Bren Holmes "You Say" from Everything You Never Wanted formerly of Young Dubliners 2:01:23 - Wolf & Clover "The James Carville Set" from Twelvemonth and a Day 2:06:11 - Eddie Biggins "Dance With Me, Dearie" from Intentionally Left Blank 2:09:48 - Scythian "Jack Dempsey" from American Shanty 2:13:41 - One Street Over "Clare Reel" from Beyond the Gate 2:17:31 - Celtic Reggae Revolution “Johnny I Hardly Knew Ye” from Single 2:23:09 - PUB SONGS & STORIES What was it like to share the stage with Paddy Maloney, of The Cheiftans? What happens on a Flogging Molly cruise stays on it. What's your guilty pleasure? What is Irish Dance? These are some the stories that are shared on the latest Pub Songs & Stories #251. Subscribe now. 2:24:04 - The Dustbunnies "Cruiscin Lan" from What Goes Around 2:27:57 - Warbelow Range "Bean an Tí Ar Lár / The Fermoy Lasses / The Wind That Shakes the Barley" from Warbelow Range 2:31:46 - Hearthfire "Raise a Glass" from After the Fall 2:37:06 - Ellen Gibling "Reels: The Cribbies/ Vice Versa / Louise's Reel" from The Bend in the Light 2:41:44 - Syr "Revenant" from Sentinel 2:46:35 - VOTE IN THE CELTIC TOP 20 FOR 2022 This is our way of finding the best songs and artists each year. You can vote for as many songs and tunes that inspire you in each episode. Your vote helps me create next year's Best Celtic music of 2022 episode.  Vote Now! WHAT'S NEW IN IRISH & CELTIC MUSIC: BEST OF 2022 Two weeks after the episode is launched, I compile the latest Celtic Top 20 votes to update a playlist on Spotify and Amazon Music. These are the results of your voting. You can help these artists out by following the playlists and adding tracks you love to your playlists. Listen on Spotify and Amazon Music. 2:47:36 - Celtic Woman "Ancient Land" from Ancient Land Deluxe 2:50:18 - The Ogham Stones "The Foggy Dew / Come Out Ye Black And Tans" from One, Two, Feck You 2:57:29 - Vicki Swan & Jonny Dyer "The Halsway Parade /The Quantock Reel" from Paper of Pins 3:02:26 - Neil Anderson "Jacobites / Rights of Man" from Single 3:06:34 - Rebels and Sinners "Poison Heart" from Day's Just Begun 3:10:19 - CLOSING 3:11:32 - Jenna Moynihan “Dolina Mackay” from Woven The Irish & Celtic Music Podcast was edited by Mitchell Petersen with Graphics by Miranda Nelson Designs. The show was produced by Marc Gunn, The Celtfather. Subscribe through your favorite podcatcher or on our website where you can become a Patron of the Podcast for as little as $1 per episode. Promote Celtic culture through music at http://celticmusicpodcast.com/. BUY SELCOUTH BY MARC GUNN My latest CD features Sci F'Irish music. That means it is original songs fusing pop culture themes with Irish drinking songs. There are some traditional music on the album. But mostly, it features songwriting by Marc Gunn with guests including: Screeched Inn, The Muckers, Jamie Haeuser, Sam Gillogly, Nathan Deese, and Mikey Mason. Selcouth means, “when everything is strange and different, yet you find it marvelous anyway.” The album is not completely Celtic and it's not just science fiction and fantasy. It's a fusion of the two. It's heartfelt and a lot of fun. It's now on sale in my Bandcamp store. Check out Selcouth now. TRAVEL WITH CELTIC INVASION VACATIONS Every year, I take a small group of Celtic music fans on the relaxing adventure of a lifetime. We don't see everything. Instead, we stay in one area. We get to know the region through its culture, history, and legends. You can join us with an auditory and visual adventure through podcasts and videos. Learn more about the invasion at http://celticinvasion.com/ #celticmusic #irishmusic #celticmusicpodcast