Kelsie Bluebook jogged down the Ocean View sidewalk, boobily bouncing as she did. Her ass, scarcely contained by her shorts, clapped like the chorus of a gospel choir, and it was worshiped as such. Her hair was blonde with an e, her nails were fresh as a farmer's market, her eyes were the color of Blue No. 2 food coloring, industrial grade. Her sports bra was twice as strong as Atlas, for it had to hold up two colossal globes, not one.
Every morning, Kelsie went for a jog around the neighborhood. Every morning she became a new teenage boy's fantasy or elicited a 'tut tut' from the prudish nuns who lived up the street.
She trotted past her new next door neighbor, Chuck, letting his dog out for a walk. He gazed at her bouncing form, hazel eyes wide as the moon.
He was no slouch himself, as Kelsie could see from the tight grey sweatpants he wore while letting his dog out for the morning. His cock was the side of a grandfather clock's pendulum. As mighty as a sledgehammer. A woman needed a heavy machinery license to ride him. He could body shame a sperm whale.
Dana got ready to roll the movie as The Chix settled in. "What's the movie?" asked McNally.
"A Christmas Carol, it's the classic tale by Charles Dickens."
"Damn. Not a Christmas movie? Did I ever mention that I am so over Christmas right now? Bah Humbug!"
Annie snorted, "McNally, you make a better Scrooge than Patrick Stewart."
"I'll drink to that," McNally said as she tipped her stemware to wash down a handful of popcorn. "Let me say it again, Merry Fucking Christmas, because I am so done with Christmas."
Rising the next morning after enjoying the contented sleep of a delicious bad girl; Dana mopped up the chocolate mess and had just put a new tablecloth on the table when she received a text. She saw that Patricia had sent her a message. She giggled aloud in her empty house, feeling that she knew what she was about to read. 'Dana, I hope you will be home tonight. I'd like to drop off supper and a surprise Christmas package for you. Let me know if you'll be available this evening - Patricia.'
Dana replied, 'I Will be ready for your surprise package. What Will I do with your generosity? I Will be so looking forward to tonight!' Dana didn't intend to spoil Patricia's 'surprise package' delivery; but by now Patricia knew that Dana was wise to the Twelve Days of Christmas themes arriving at her house, courtesy of The Chix 'Hubby Exchange'. Almost more than the expected sex with Patricia's husband Will, Dana was curiously excited to find out how Three French Hens were going to fit into her boudoir.
Dana returned to the kitchen as Orlando was finishing drying the stemware. She leaned back against the counter, crossing her arms in front of her tits as she tried to give a confident look, though a drunken squirrel was racing around inside her chest.
Orlando folded the dish towel, set it down as he stepped to her side. He reached around her waist and pulled her close, brushing her hair back, he whispered into her ear, "Strange as it is, there are some people who have a difficult time accepting good things that are given to them. You have been given a set of good and close girlfriends Dana." Orlando placed his fingertips at the base of her jaw, "Your pulse is beating hard, I sense that you are understandably nervous to find yourself in a position to accept or reject a special, intimate gift that has been tenderly offered to you." Continuing to whisper into her ear in a mesmerizing, deep masculine voice. "It is my hope that you will be accepting of all the pleasures and dreams which are before you."
McNally topped off each of the four glasses, then tipped the bottle to her lips to make sure she'd drained the last sweet drop of Gewürztraminer. McNally smacked her lips before inserting her tongue into the brown wine bottle's narrow orifice. "Umm, a sweet little rim job before I recycle this dead soldier," she announced to a kitchen packed with a few of her long-time friends. "This dark guy is so sweet, I just love him," she said as she continued her fellatio pantomime by wrapping her lips around the narrow neck as she encircled her fingers and made a couple of strokes up and down the bottle like she was finishing a masterful blow job.
It was the second Sunday after Trinity. Over at St Michael's vicarage, the morning eucharist had finished and Reverend Morris and his wife Jenna were discussing the upcoming events in the church calendar.
"Josh gets ordained next month, so that'll be a fun occasion. Big party over at his place. He's so excited for that day to come. It's been remarkable how he's come out of his shell. When he joined our church as curate a year ago, he was so nervous and shy. Now look at him." Reverend Morris said.
On Christmas Eve, I should have been out spending time with family or friends, but instead, I was in my sparsely-filled apartment, with a wine glass in my hand; all dressed up but nowhere to go. I put on my gold sequin mini dress thinking that I could maybe go out to a club.
But when the time came, I wasn't really feeling it. I had just moved to a new city; far from my family and friends; and although I had enjoyed the freedom of walking around in the nude whenever I wanted, it was getting a bit lonely. I never pictured myself in my early twenties and still single. All of my friends were either married, engaged, or dating. I was totally lagging behind. I was hornier than I had ever been in my life.
In college I could barely concentrate on class and I never took notes because I was always thinking and developing some sexual fantasy in my head that took my full attention. I go by ‘Mindy’. My parents named me Melinda, but I hate that name. I hate a lot of the things associated with high school. I was a wierdo. Then in college, I was a nerd.
Nina Myers stared at Jack Bauer, a mixture of fear and vulnerability in her eyes. Just moments before, Ed, who had been sent along with Jack to help guard her on the truck ride to the airport, had slumped over unconscious into Jack's lap, the victim of a ‘mickey’, which the rogue CTU agent had slipped into his bottled water. It had taken her tired mind, already rattled by Jack's previous violent interrogations back at HQ, a few minutes to process the full implication of the look on his face.
The
monthly Mother's Union meeting was taking place at Gladys Wilcox's
bungalow. There was much to discuss, mainly tomorrow's Easter Sunday
service. However the main topic of conversation was the vicar's phallus.
"He
was just standing there, starkers! Swinging, I tell you, swinging. It
was like a boa constrictor poking out of a tree. I didn't know where to
look!" Mrs. Harris exclaimed.
"Wish I could've been there," Mrs. Wilcox replied.
"Really, Gladys!"
"Well
at our age there's not much opportunity for those sorts of thrills is
there?" She grinned and glanced at Norman the churchwarden, who said
nothing and awkwardly sipped his coffee. Being the only man there, he
felt uncomfortable sitting through this, but Mrs. Wilcox had insisted he
attend.
"How come he was naked?" Another woman asked.
"Said he'd been having a shower, but I know a lie when I see one. If you ask me, him and his wife had been; you know;"
"Having
a quickie?" Mrs. Wilcox replied. Norman almost choked on his coffee,
remembering that 21st birthday surprise the vicar had arranged for Jenna
in the church, sixteen months ago.
"Yes, exactly!"
"You
know something, Maureen, I was chatting to Maud Finch, on the bus the
other day. Now she lives on Haddock Street, in one of those council
houses that overlook the railway line. She tells me that groups of drunk
young men are forever going up on that opposite embankment and mooning
at passing trains."
"Has she made a complaint?"
"Why
on earth would she want to do that?" Mrs. Wilcox spluttered. "I said to
her, I'll call round later this week and I'll bring a pair of
binoculars!"
Over
on the other side of town, at 64 Stovepipe Avenue, Gordon Leesmith
yawned and sat up in bed. He squinted at the alarm clock. It was ten
thirty.
"Oh
Gord, you lazy bugger," he said to himself, stretching his arms. He
hadn't intended on having such a long lie-in. Myah had gone to work
hours ago. She'd been working Saturdays the past few weeks, covering for
Kate, a work colleague who was recovering from major abdominal surgery.
Gordon
staggered out of bed and scratched his belly as he peered out of the
window. The weather seemed reasonable today. The past week had seen some
very unsettled conditions, with sunny spells and frequent heavy
showers, so typical of British springtime.
"I'd
better get a move on. I promised Myah I'd cook tonight and there's not a
bite of food in the house." Gordon didn't relish the prospect of going
to the supermarket during the Easter weekend. Every shop was crammed.
Besides, he wanted to head to the church and spend an hour practicing on
the organ ready for tomorrow's special service. He'd have the church
all to himself for once. He relished this temporary period of calm.
Easter was always busy for the organist. As well as his full-time job
repairing organs, he'd had to play the Wednesday Eucharist, the Maundy
Thursday service, yesterday's Good Friday evening service and on Sunday,
it was the big one. At least he could rest his fingers on Monday's bank
holiday.
"Can't
wait to jet off next month," he muttered, as he hurriedly dressed
himself and brewed a cup of tea. He'd booked a week's holiday in
Tenerife for himself and Myah. Their first holiday together and they
were really looking forward to it. Gordon wasn't one for culture,
eco-tourism or trailing round ancient ruins. Sun, sea and all-inclusive
hotels were his idea of paradise. Myah had never been to the Canary
Islands. He hoped she wouldn't be too bored just lounging on the beach
or by the pool all day. He'd booked an adults-only hotel, the four star
Golden Vista in Playa de las Americas. It had excellent reviews on
TripAdvisor.
Meanwhile, at the vicarage;
Reverend
Morris was in turmoil. "Maureen Harris has got a right mouth on her.
Who needs social media when you've got a pensioner who's Britain's
answer to Hedda Hopper?"
"Simon,
you're worrying unnecessarily," Jenna said. "You've not done anything
wrong. You were in your own home and you didn't know she was there."
"Oh,
I don't know. I'm the parish vicar and I just accidentally exposed
myself in front of an elderly member of my congregation. Can't say I'm
too thrilled about that."
"Maureen
shouldn't have walked in. She was in the wrong. Said she knocked, but
when nobody answered, she should've given up and gone."
"And I should've locked the front door! I bet she's told everyone at the Mother's Union that she saw me nude!"
Jenna shrugged. "So, she saw your cock. I bet many other ladies wish they could've been so lucky!"
Gordon
parked up on the Tesco Express car park. As expected, the place was
heaving with people rushing to get last-minute groceries. Tubs of
cut-price garden fence paint were piled up outside the store. As he was
looking at these, he heard someone call his name.
"Gordon? Gordon Leesmith. Is it you?"
He
spun round in surprise. A tall, slim woman, late sixties at a guess,
and with silvery hair cut into a sleek bob, was stood next to him. She
was dressed in a long, pale grey coat with fur-lined collar. Underneath,
a skirt or dress of some sort, black tights and ankle boots.
"Uh, hello? Yes, I'm Gordon Leesmith. Who are you?"
The woman chuckled. "Oh dear. I really have changed haven't I? You don't remember me, do you?"
Gordon blinked as he studied her face carefully, then he let out a gasp.
"Harriet; Harriet Fairfax?"
"Guilty!"
Gordon
was too stunned to speak at first, but he quickly composed himself.
After so many years, here was the woman he'd lost his virginity to, way
back one summer night in 1985, when he was just eighteen. His former
piano teacher!
"Oh
God! I can't believe it! I; I, it's so wonderful to see you again! I
always wondered what happened to you, Harriet. The last time we met was
in 1988, when I'd just got my ARCO diploma. After that, you; well,
vanished."
"That's
a long story. Come, let's go and have a coffee. We've both got a lot to
catch up on. I'm only here until Tuesday, then I'm flying back home."
"You live abroad?"
"I emigrated to Australia when I got married."
"Blimey. I think I need more than a coffee. I know a good place." He took her arm in his and they headed across the road.
"You certainly have grown in confidence," Harriet smiled. "I always knew you would."
At
a small pub in the town center, Gordon sipped an overpriced beer and
listened intently as Harriet filled him in on her life story. He felt a
lump in his throat as she told him of her marriage to Graham, an
Australian musician she'd met shortly after Gordon's fateful night in
Blackpool Tower.
"I
suppose my head was well and truly turned. I was blinded by love. You
have to remember back then in the Eighties, a single woman, mid-thirties
and childless, well I was seen as being left on the shelf. Graham
seemed the perfect man; and as I was never close to my parents, I
figured here was my one chance to have a new start. New country, new
job. So we settled in Perth. I started work as a music teacher. Loved
it. Work was bliss. Unfortunately, marriage to Graham was anything but."
"Was he unfaithful?" Gordon asked.
"No.
I would've preferred it if he was. He was abusive. It's because of him
that I have partial hearing in my right ear. The beatings got so bad; he
beat me black and blue. Even when I was pregnant."
Tears pricked Gordon's eyes. "Bastard. Oh God, Harriet. I'm so sorry. Tell me you managed to leave him?"
"Didn't
need to. He took it upon himself to commit suicide one evening. I came
back from work and found him swinging in the garage. August 11th, 1997.
What a day to remember, eh? He'd always been a heavy drinker. I found
out he'd run up massive debts, got himself fired."
"Dear God. How did you cope?"
"Well
friends and neighbors rallied round. I'm lucky. I'm one of those people
who makes friends easily. I had a good support network. Besides, I had
to stay strong, for the sake of my boys, Daniel and Ryan; only got Ryan
now."
She paused and Gordon wondered whether he should press her further.
"Daniel;
died. He was twelve. A total sweetheart. You see, he was born with
Down's Syndrome. Graham never coped with it. He was the loveliest, most
gentle boy. Everyone who met him just adored his sunny nature. He loved
animals and music. But Graham ignored him. Ryan came along three years
later. He's able-bodied. Actually that's why I'm over here. I've been
visiting Ryan. He's thirty now. Works as a concert pianist. I'm so proud
of him. He's fiercely independent. Doesn't need me fussing over him,
but we're still close. This is the last time I'll be flying here. I
can't handle these long haul flights any more, now that I'm almost
seventy-four. Never did like flying. He'll be the one flying over to see
me next time."
"You look amazing," Gordon quickly blurted out, wiping his eyes.
"Heh, thanks."
"I'm so sorry you've had to endure all that, Harriet," Gordon sniffed, placing his hand on hers.
"Thanks for being a good listener. Hey and I'm a survivor. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?"
"So; you didn't re-marry?"
"Nah.
After Graham died, I focused on being a mum. I got used to being
single. Although ten years ago, I met Ray. He's widowed like me and a
few years older. He's a total gentleman, bless him. I can't say he
excites me sexually. I hope this doesn't sound too mean; he's a bit
boring, but at my age, I'm past all that. It's just nice to have someone
who's dependable and kind."
Gordon
nodded. Looking at Harriet, he thought she still looked very
attractive. She'd aged well, despite the heartache she'd gone through. A
surge of excitement rushed through him.
"Anyways Gordon, I've prattled on about myself for too long! Tell me what you've been up to all these years!"
Without
wanting to bore her, Gordon gave a rundown of his life. From his
marriage to Marjorie, to her cheating on him and then divorcing him, to
becoming organist and choirmaster at St Michael's church, to meeting
Myah. He chose to omit any mention of Jenna, the stunning vicar's wife
who he'd bedded countless times before Myah arrived on the scene.
"She's
very attractive," Harriet said as Gordon showed her a photo on his
smartphone. "You look so happy together. Do you'll think you'll have
children in future?"
"It's
a possibility, given that she's much younger than me. Marjorie was
adamant she never wanted children. I respected that. I confess I've
never given much thought to becoming a dad. But if Myah does want to
become a mum, then I'll be up for it."
"About the age gap. It's a large one. Has that presented any problems?"
"It
did at first. Her parents were furious. Some hurtful things were said,
but her mother and I eventually came to an understanding. Most people at
church have been okay but there were a couple of exceptions. It upset
me when my cousin Barry called me a "borderline nonce." He was only
joking, but it hurt. She'll be twenty in July. Myah was the one who
pursued me, not the other way round;"
"Perhaps
Barry was jealous of you. But yes, that was a crass thing to say. Well
Gordon, there's one thing I want to experience before I head back Down
Under."
His eyes widened. "Really? What's that?"
"I
want to see and hear you play a pipe organ! You showed such skill and
talent way back in 1985;" she winked at him and he felt that surge of
excitement again.
"Funnily
enough, I was planning to have a practice at church today. Tomorrow's a
big day, being Easter Sunday. We've got two choirs singing. Care to
join me on a trip to St Michael's? It's only a five minute walk from
here."
The
Mother's Union meeting was drawing to a close, but poor Norman could
bear it no longer. Mrs. Wilcox was still questioning Mrs. Harris on a
certain part of the vicar's anatomy.
"Ladies,
please excuse me; I really need to; er, relieve myself. Thank you for
your company and I'll see you at church tomorrow!"
"Oh yes, take care Norman!" they replied, oblivious to his embarrassment.
"That's
a fine lodger you've got yourself, Gladys. Now I tend to view men as
nothing more than useless articles, but he is a true Christian."
"Oh he truly is, Maureen. We have such wonderful times together. He was very easy to train!"
At St Michael's church, Gordon gave Harriet a quick tour, before leading her to the organ.
"This
is a beautiful church," she said. "That's one thing I miss about living
in Australia. All of the churches there are recent by comparison. There
isn't the history. Oh there are some lovely ones, but it's not the
same. This one goes back to medieval times. I love old buildings."
"Yes,
it's a nice church. Good community here too. I get on so well with the
vicar. Reverend Morris is a good egg. His sermons are rather tedious,
but nobody's perfect, eh?" He sat on the organ stool. "Here she is! What
do you think?"
"She's a beauty, Gordon. Three manuals, and the pipework is incredible. A large organ for such a small church."
"Aye,
she's a grand old lass. I gave her a complete overhaul in January.
Replaced some of the big flue pipes. Now she sounds better than ever."
He switched on the lamp above the manuals.
"Very handy having an organist who can fix organs as well as play them. That's a very specialized job, isn't it?"
"Pretty much. Right; what would you like me to play?"
Harriet removed her thick coat and slid onto the stool next to him.
"Hmm.
It's an overplayed piece of music, but I've always liked The
Entertainer. You played that for me when you used to come for lessons,
remember?"
"Ah yes. I remember!"
As
he began to play, Harriet glanced at her former student, no longer a
gauche, skinny teenager but a stocky, fifty-six year old man, with
silver hair. He had a paunch, but it suited him. He'd grown into his
looks and actually looked better now than when he was eighteen. She ran a
finger across her chin, and carefully considered her next move. He
truly had become a very gifted organist.
Gordon was halfway through playing, when a hand on his thigh made him play a wrong note. He stopped and looked down.
"Umm;"
"No-one must find out about this." Harriet whispered.
"Well
Myah's at work; and I don't think Ray can see what we're up to from the
other side of the world;" Gordon stammered. He couldn't believe history
was repeating itself.
"An
old girl like me can still get all hot and bothered seeing an
attractive younger man," she teased. Her thigh was pressing against his
and his cock was starting to respond.
"Uh;
Harriet," Gordon mumbled, and once again he was transported back to
1985, and was that shy, awkward teenager again. "I; just want you to
know. You were my first major crush. Well; I'd fancied other girls, but
you; well you just; did it for me."
"I'm
so glad to hear you say that, Gordon. You were the only student I ever
felt attracted to. Truth is, at the time, I was feeling rather sorry for
myself and unattractive. When I found out you had a crush on me, it was
an incredible turn-on. To be desired by a much-younger man. I knew the
whole time."
"Guess I wasn't that good at being discreet," Gordon replied.
"Not
at all. You were shy and went bright red every time I spoke to you.
Which was very endearing. I just had to make your first time a memorable
one. During the pandemic, I did a lot of thinking. I started looking at
old photos. I had one of you taken at your graduation. I started
wondering what became of you. So I started trawling the Internet. I
checked Facebook. There were a lot of Gordon Leesmiths on there, but not
the one I was seeking."
"I
don't use social media," Gordon said. "Never have. Don't like the idea
of it. I'm too old for the likes of Thick Tock or whatever it's called. "
"That's
fair enough. By chance, I came across a post made on the Facebook page
of your church. It mentioned an organist called Gordon Leesmith. I
clicked the link to the church's website and on the list of clergy and
laity, there was a photo of you! I knew at once it was you."
"Ah. So you were able to hunt me down with ease?" He smiled. "I'm glad you did; I've never forgotten that night in Blackpool."
She
leaned in closer and kissed his cheek. "Gordon; how about I give you a
present? For old time's sake and all?" Her hand brushed his crotch and
she could tell at once that he'd got a hard-on. "My, my. Seems like I
haven't lost my touch!"
"You're still beautiful, Harriet." He kissed her back. "I'm all yours;"
She
smiled and unzipped his trousers. As she freed his erection from his
y-fronts, Gordon closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of her hot
breath on his skin. He felt her lips wrap around him, and a shudder of
pleasure ran through him. She began to bob her head, her mouth moving up
and down his length in a rhythm that was both masterful and
irresistible. Her tongue danced along the underside of his shaft,
teasing and taunting him.
"Oh
God; oh shit, yes," he moaned. He was producing a lot of precum. Gordon
considered himself an over-producer of the stuff. It was a bloody
nuisance when one's underpants got wet from being horny all the time, as
he usually was.
The
sounds of their breathing filled the empty church, the rustle of
Harriet's skirt and the creak of the organ bench provided a steady beat
as she continued her ministrations. Her grip on him was firm, but
gentle, and she seemed to know just how to stroke him, how to tease him,
how to drive him wild with desire.
"Ahh,"
Gordon grunted. His hand caught one of the manuals and a few wrong
notes disturbed the quietness. As she bobbed her head, Gordon could feel
his control slipping away. He arched his back, letting out a low groan,
his fingers digging into the sides of the organ stool. Harriet knew
just how to use her tongue, teasing him mercilessly with it, driving him
to the edge of release before pulling back and starting again. Her grip
on him tightened ever so slightly, and he felt a surge of desire course
through him, making his muscles tense and his heart race.
With
a groan that was equal parts pleasure and desperation, Gordon tensed,
his hips bucking forward as he lost control. He felt the first spurt of
hot seed erupt from his cock. Harriet didn't pull away, but instead
opened her mouth wider, letting his essence flow over her tongue, down
her throat. The sensation was almost too much for him to bear, and he
let out a hoarse cry as he released himself fully into her mouth.
As
his orgasm subsided, Harriet slowly pulled back, her lips still wrapped
around him, her eyes shining with pride and satisfaction. "That was
wonderful, Gordon," she whispered. "Just wonderful."
"Just like old times," came his breathless reply.
Jenna Receives a Special Easter Egg.
"You're quiet, Gordy!" Myah said as noticed him slumped on the settee, idly running his finger down an empty cup.
"Oh!
Sorry love," he muttered, quickly composing himself. His mind was still
reeling from that fateful encounter with Harriet. He took a deep
breath.
"Hard day at the organ?" Myah giggled, leaning over the settee and kissing his forehead.
"Got
myself all prepared for tomorrow's service," he said quickly. "Erm, I
have a confession to make; I er, was so wrapped up with practicing, I
totally forgot to get some food in. But; worry not. Because you and I
are dining out tonight! How do you fancy trying out that new Italian
place? My treat. A working girl needs pampering."
"Aww, yes!" Myah replied. "You're the best, my organ boy! Right, I'd better go and get changed!"
She hurried upstairs and Gordon was alone with his thoughts once more.
"Glad I got to see her one last time," he said to himself. "Goodbye Harriet."
Next morning;
The
daffodils were in full splendor. A sea of yellow had erupted on the
grass verges flanking the road to St. Michael's Church. A bright sunny
sky greeted worshippers on this glorious Easter Sunday.
Inside the church, it was bustling.
Reverend Morris hurried about, making sure everything was just right, a music stand here, some extra hymn books there.
"Where's Jenna?" He asked the churchwarden.
"Why,
in the vestry of course, with the rest of the choir. She's wearing
robes this time, Vicar! Plus, Gordon and that Guild Voices chap will
want to give a pep talk before they start."
"Oh yes of course, silly me. Thanks Norman."
"Do try to relax, it'll turn out fine. I have a feeling this Easter service is going to be unforgettable!"
"Hope
so, Reverend Morris replied, hurrying back down the aisle. "Right time
for some more meet and greet;" A wrinkled hand grabbed the sleeve of his
cassock as he passed a middle row of pews.
"Good morning Vicar. I trust you weren't ignoring me?"
"Ah; good morning to you, Mrs. Harris. Er, no I genuinely didn't see you there."
"Of
course, there are some things that cannot be unseen," the old lady
replied, leaving him in no doubt has to what she was referring to.
He cringed. "I'm so very sorry about that."
"No
need to apologize. You're lucky it was me and not Gladys Wilcox who saw
you showing off everything the Lord gave you. Her reaction would've
been rather different to mine."
"Uh; I see," the vicar coughed, feeling his cheeks burning with shame.
"Makes you sick doesn't it?" Mrs. Harris continued. "Just the thought of it."
"The thought of what?"
"Senior citizens lusting after younger men."
Reverend Morris was unsure how to respond to that, but luckily Josh the curate intervened.
"Would
you believe it?" He said. "That flower arch around the door is
absolutely infested with greenfly. Most of the flowers are already
dead."
"What? It only went up last night!"
In
the vestry, everyone was crammed in like sardines. Gordon had taken
charge of the St. Michael's choir, whilst Derek was organizing the Guild
Voices.
"Oi,
Luke, get that surplice on the right way round!" Gordon yelled at a
choirboy. "Hannah, put that smartphone away!" He shook his head.
"Honestly, it's like herding a bunch of cattle."
"A
shame about the lack of space," Derek remarked. "I keep forgetting what
a small church this is. Morning Jenna!" He winked at the vicar's wife.
"Hello Derek."
The choirmaster lowered his voice. "Need a quick word with you alone; where can we go that's private?"
Jenna glanced round. "Come with me."
He
discreetly followed her as she slipped out of the vestry and to a tiny
storage area by the side of the organ pipes. There was no door, just a
curtained archway. The room little more of an alcove, and the two of
them could barely fit inside it.
"Cozy,"
Derek smiled. "Got a little Easter present for you, Jenna," he said,
rummaging in his jacket pocket. He handed her a small box.
"Aww, thank you," she said. "That's really thoughtful."
"Go on, you can open it now."
"Oh
that's cute," she smiled, holding up a little plastic yellow and green
Easter egg on a pink silicone cord, and assumed it was a decoration of
some kind. "Does it have chocolate inside?"
Derek
gave a mischievous grin. "Nope. You see; it's meant to go inside you! I
was wondering if you could; wear it for me during the service? I'll
enjoy an interesting little Easter egg hunt later; if you get what I
mean."
Jenna
smiled back. Derek was more adventurous than she'd first imagined. "Why
certainly, Derek. Maybe after the service, He will have Risen; and I'm
not talking about Jesus there." She winked and hurried off to the
toilets.
"Naughty girl," Derek chuckled. "I hope she's in fine voice. Now the fun begins!"
Shortly
after, Jenna returned and took her place among the other Guild Voices
choir members at the front of the church. Gordon began playing the
voluntary, whilst the church choir did the usual procession down the
main aisle. Reverend Morris stepped up to the pulpit and glanced at his
wife. It seemed odd seeing his wife wearing a cassock and surplice, but
she wore it well. He puffed out his chest with pride, noticing all the
full pews. His church had definitely beaten St. Peter's.
"Brothers
and sisters, a very warm welcome to you all on this joyful Eastertide! I
ask you to take the joy and hope of Easter and let it be your light and
your life. Tell people that there's hope. In the driest valley, there
is the resurrection. In the darkest night, there is the resurrection. In
the worst moments you ever go through there is the resurrection, there
is the promise of life, there is Jesus whispering into your ear saying
that it's okay because death has lost its sting. There is the
resurrection. Death is defeated. He has done it. He is risen.
Hallelujah!
We're
very honored today to be hosting the Guild Voices Choir, led by the
talented Mr. Derek Blackledge, who has put together a fantastic medley
of holy music, along with our own equally talented organist, Gordon. He
is, of course, ably assisted by his partner and organist-in-training
Myah, who will be playing a few pieces for us. Now, without further ado,
let us stand for our first hymn, Thine Be the Glory!"
Just
as Jenna was about to take a deep breath and focus on the music, she
felt the egg she'd inserted into her womanhood begin to vibrate
uncontrollably. Then, she noticed Derek, fiddling with his smart watch.
His expression was one of mischief and amusement, and she knew
instinctively that he was the one responsible for this unexpected
distraction.
The
strains of the mighty organ filled the church as Gordon began playing
the hymn. Jenna gave an awkward jolt, but was determined not to lose
control during this situation. Well played, Derek, she thought. Well
played. The choirmaster was waving his baton, and concentrating on the
choir, but every so often, he made eye contact with Jenna, who was stood
on the front row. Her voice was a little shaky, but it wasn't
noticeable, thankfully.
As
the vibrations increased, Jenna struggled to maintain her composure.
The sensations were overwhelming, and she could feel herself growing
warm all over. She tried to ignore the egg, focusing instead on the
beautiful music and the sacredness of the occasion. But try as she
might, she couldn't help but be affected by the relentless vibrations.
Her breath grew shorter, her cheeks flushed, and her body trembled with
each passing moment.
"No more we doubt thee, glorious Prince of life;
life is naught without thee; aid us in our strife;
Make us more than conquerors, through thy deathless love:
bring us safe through Jordan to thy home above!
Thine be the glory, risen conquering Son,
Endless is the vict'ry, thou o'er death hast won."
The
hymn ended, and quiet descended on the church. Everyone sat down, and
that didn't make it any easier for Jenna, as she squirmed awkwardly on
the chair.
"What's
the matter with the vicar's missus, she got fleas or something?" One of
the old ladies on the front row of pews whispered.
"Well
you know what young people are like, Maud. They can't sit still for
five minutes can they? Probably suffering from smartphone withdrawal."
"Either that or she's bursting for the toilet!"
Sitting
through the readings was bad enough, but the sermon was to prove far
worse. Derek had obviously been planning this ever since their encounter
on Wednesday night. The devious choirmaster was loving this! She
gritted her teeth as she noticed him fiddle with his watch again. He
wasn't finished with her yet. Just as she thought she had regained
control, it started to vibrate again, this time more insistently than
before. It seemed to have a mind of its own, dancing against her clit
with an unyielding determination. Jenna bit back a moan, her cheeks
burning red as she fought to maintain her composure. She closed her eyes
and concentrated on the next piece of music in the book, trying to
ignore the sensations building inside her.
"We
all make mistakes and mess up. The way you ‘be’ a good Christian is to
have faith in that cross and empty grave, in what Jesus did there.
Because our faith is the one where God comes to us to give us hope and
defeat the powers of sin and death for us, out of love!"
After
what seemed like an eternity, Reverend Morris finally ended his sermon.
It was time for the next hymn, The Old Rugged Cross, but first, there
was a piece of music to be performed a cappella by the choir. Gordon
left his place at the organ and stood alongside Derek. He adjusted his
open-fronted black gown and nodded at the choir. He noticed Jenna and
smiled at her. She looked a bit uncomfortable, which he assumed was down
to her singing in front of an audience for the first time.
As the singing began, Derek subtly pressed his watch again.
Jenna's
voice went from low to impossibly high. Her eyes closed and as she
sang, she felt a newfound strength welling up inside her. It was a
strength born of passion and desire, of the need to express herself
fully and without restraint. Gordon was amazed at her vocal range, then
again, he didn't need to remind himself that the stunning vicar's wife
had many talents; some he was no longer privy to, but her cousin had
more than made up for.
As
she belted out the final chorus, her body trembled with the effort. Her
breath came in ragged gasps, and her heart pounded wildly in her chest.
The egg vibrator continued its relentless dance against her sensitive
flesh, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her veins. She could
feel herself growing closer and closer to the edge, the release just out
of reach.
Gordon
continued to watch her. Blimey, she's really putting her heart and soul
into this performance. He thought. It's almost as if; she's about to
have an orgasm! He scolded himself for thinking about sex yet again. Yet
he could not shake the image of her desperate to climax. Under those
robes, Miss Kitty could be sopping wet. Mmm, a nice thought. He took a
deep breath as he felt his cock starting to twitch, and quickly put that
out of his mind. The last thing he needed was to develop a hard-on in
front of the entire church.
The
a cappella piece ended, and it was time for Gordon to return to the
organ and play the next hymn. As he did, he stole one last glance at the
vicar's wife. Maybe it was just nerves. He sat down on the organ stool
and began playing The Old Rugged Cross. Jenna glanced around, hoping no
one had noticed the effect the egg was having on her. But everyone
seemed to be too focused on singing of the hymn, their faces glowing
with pride and accomplishment. Jenna bit her lip, as she fought to
control the egg's relentless movements.
She
closed her eyes, trying to focus on something, anything, other than the
sensations building inside her. But it was no use. The loud notes of
the organ, the church, passages from the Bible; all seemed to feed the
fire burning inside her. She was about to come, and there was no
stopping it. She closed her eyes, her fists gripping her hymn book
tightly as she surrendered. She started moaning gently as the pressure
within built up. As the hymn's final verse was sung, Jenna climaxed with
an almighty yell and her body shuddered as her orgasm spewed forth her
juices and then there was a pop. She gasped as she felt the egg vibrator
slip loose and fall to the stone floor. The silicone cord broke free,
and the egg rolled away, under her chair. There was no way she could
bend down to retrieve it.
Her intense behavior had not gone unnoticed by Edna Draper, who was stood next to her.
"I take it you like that hymn a lot? You were really giving it your all!"
"Yeah," Jenna said, getting her breath back. "I've been practicing so hard!"
Meanwhile, the egg was still rolling along the church floor. It came to a stop by the side of the organ stool.
"Hello,
what do we have here?" Gordon said to himself. When the vicar took to
the pulpit again, the organist discreetly bent down and picked up the
egg. It was warm, wet and glistening with clear goo. He knew at once
what it was.
"Now
which naughty little Easter Bunny does this egg belong to? I think I
can guess." He gave it a sniff, wiped it with a tissue and placed it in
his jacket pocket. Looking over to the choir, he noticed Jenna fidgeting
on her chair.
"I knew it! She was getting herself off when I was conducting the choir!"
The Easter Sunday service drew to a close. Reverend Morris ended it with some uplifting words.
"Brothers
and Sisters! Before we all head off to the church hall for tea, coffee
and chocolate eggs, let me ask you one more time. Are you filled with
hope today? Then go out and take it with you! This is the best news
you'll ever be able to give anyone. That He loves you enough to rise
again, to give you hope. And no power on earth can stop us if that is
the message we're bringing to people this Easter. Amen!"
