I had no idea how much my life was about to change when I went to work that night in April 1980. I was nineteen, had no girlfriend, hell, never even been kissed. I had a job buffing floors in a department store. All the cleaning and restocking was done in the evening and right after closing. Then, after everyone was gone, I came in to do the floors. This way, no one was in my way or tracking on the floors. I would wax a different area each night and simply mop and buff all others as needed. I was going to Junior College and the store’s general manager was my Dad’s best friend and my godfather. Looking back, I was so lucky that this happened before camera surveillance systems were widespread and affordable.
The
next day, Elizabeth's mind was in turmoil. Her actions of the night
before were bad enough, but the feelings and thrill she gained from
those actions had to be sinful. She felt as though she had acted like
the Devil's Whore.
The
Pastor's libido was satisfied for the next few days after such a
strenuous evening. However, once that time passed, he found himself once
more becoming aroused by Charity during their evening lessons. He
retired to bed, determined to gain release with his wife. However, her
behavior was muted and without speaking her actions insisted that their
intimacy return to their normal form.
Charles was a lowly cordwainer (a cobbler in modern terms). A religious man whose wife died during the plague outbreak in 1665. He lived in an isolated community in Essex, of England; with his only daughter, Charity.
Age and failing eyesight meant that he could no longer make much of a living. He worried about his daughter who, having reached the age of 18 was still unmarried. His concerns were mainly because he had maintained her sheltered upbringing, deliberately keeping her away from other people, especially young men. The exception being the Pastor and his wife, who they usually saw on Sundays at the small building that served as a church for the local community.
Luckily for me, my room was on the ground floor, as my building has no elevators. I had my key on a lanyard around my neck, and I unlocked the door. I let her precede me inside, and I shut the door once I got in. She looked around the room, which I usually keep fairly neat, but lately it's been immaculate. I am not as active with crutches, so I've stayed in a fair bit the last couple of weeks. And I clean when I get bored.
"Your room is so neat. I expected, um, sorry, a pigsty. You know, 'guy'?"
"It's not usually this nice, but I've been staying in a lot recently." Tapping my cast for emphasis.
She looked at my leg, then asked "Can I sign your cast?"
Spring break was just that, a break. My leg, actually.
When I went home to Ottawa for spring break, I met up with a few of my old high school buds, and we took a day trip to the Quebec side for some skiing at one of the nearby hills, north of Ottawa. Mid afternoon, I hit a patch of ice and went down hard. It was quite a day for falls, as the hills were pretty icy this late in the season. I tried to get up, but my right ankle hurt like a bitch. None of my friends had stopped, as we were all falling a lot today, they just assumed I would get up and follow them.
"Aw fuck!" I groaned. I lay there in the snow for a few minutes, until someone slid to a stop next to me.
"Sisters before Misters. It's the golden rule." Tara declared.
"Thank goodness you're hot" I joked, "Because that may be the most fucked-up and lamest thing anyone has ever said to me." With that, we started laughing and settled in for the rest of the drive.
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We got to the resort and it was everything we expected. It was a cheesy resort built for "romance weekends". They did a have a "lodge restaurant" and because it was off-season, we had no problem getting our choice of cabins and were told to come down the restaurant at any time.
The guy working the front desk told us that the hot tub on the deck was usable, but suggested that we turn the heat on before dinner if we wanted to use it later. He also mentioned the romance package and asked if he could have it delivered while we dined. He said all of this unironically and without embarrassment.
We made the short walk down a path to our cabin and were thrilled with what we found. It was roomy, with an oversized king bed. It had a glossy wooden floor that led to a loveseat, and two chairs that gathered by a large gas fireplace. The bed itself was a wonder to behold. A crimson bedspread was stretched across it. 6 stark white pillows were stacked at the top of the bed with a sort of long, red ribbon holding them all together. The bed itself was made of a wooden frame with large headboard.
Just to the right of the bed, was a sliding glass door that went to the enclosed deck and the hot tub. The hot tub faced the lake but was still enclosed by the walls of the deck. There were instructions on the wall, and I got the heater for the hot tub started. As I was getting my bearings, the room behind me went dark for a split-second and suddenly was bathed in red.
"BWAH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA" said Tara as she started playing with the light switches on a bedstand. One switch bathed the room in red. The next started a sort of "disco-light" effect. Button 3 I ~think~ was light romance...as pastel circles, and blobs sort of migrated across the walls and ceiling.
"What's that last switchy-thing?" I asked. Tara flipped a switch and we heard a "whirring" motion. From the bottom of the bed, a panel came up revealing a bed-width mirror.
"Oh, well of course it is!" We both burst into laughter. I tackled Tara and we spilled on to the bed making out and making up for lost time. Hands started to wander. She started to rub my crotch through my jeans, I was working my way up her shirt. As we took a quick pause, I spoke up.
"Babe. This place is amazing and I want nothing more than to fuck you right now, but I'm starving!!!! Can we go eat and then we have all night to experience the Adventureland theme park in our room?"
"Absolutely". Tara went into the bathroom to freshen up. For the first time, I reached into my back pocket and found the money Henry had given me. I counted out five crisp $100 bills and was suddenly looking forward to a great meal.
We threw our coats back on and walked over the restaurant. We gave the waiter our "dinner coupon" and placed our order. For a half-full resort, in the middle of nowhere, with a porn set for a cottage, the meal was surprisingly good. We started with a Manhattan and a Martini and thanks to the money Henry had slipped me, we splurged on an expensive bottle of wine. We ate and drank and ordered a bottle of Prosecco to take back to the room as we left the restaurant.
We stumbled back to our room and keyed back in. On the coffee table was what looked like a large rectangular box of chocolates. Upon opening it, we found out it was our romance package. There were a number of "adult' items, all discretely packaged and wrapped inside. Like a kid on Christmas, Tara began opening each one.
"Oh! Ok. Cherry flavored lube. That's kinda fun. Next, "Tickle her pink" arousal crème. Alrighty. We've got an Aqua-vibe! Some silicone cock rings. Massage Oil. And.." Tara then held up with great pride.... "A blindfold mask!" For the next few minutes we laughed and opened everything. Slowly, though, the mood went from humorous to sexy. We started to smell, taste and feel everything in the box. Tara got the ball rolling.
"Why don't I grab those robes, you grab the vibe & the Prosecco and I'll meet you in the hot tub."
I stripped down to my boxers and opened the Prosecco. Tara came out wrapped in a robe, holding some towels and handed me the other robe. We opened the sliding door and I lifted the cover off the hot tub. The cold air made the hot tub seem that much hotter, but we slowly lowered ourselves in with a number of "ohs" and "ahs" until we got comfortable,
As we soaked and sipped the Prosecco, the stress of the day melted away. Our hands kept wandering, gently touching and stroking each other under the bubbles. Slowly, we started kissing. It was sensual, and exploratory. I started cupping one of her breasts while she started stroking my cock and balls. As our arousal grew, Tara whispered, "Did you bring that vibe?"
I reached up and grabbed the small vibe off the edge of the tub. It looked like a small blue insect -- 3 inches long with two antennae at one end. Once the vibe was turned on, the antennae started to shake and vibrate. I moved the toy under the water and started using them on her nipples that were just under the surface. Tara moaned slightly and let her head loll back onto the deck's edge. I continued going back and forth between her nipples while I gently nuzzled and kissed her exposed neck. When I thought she was ready, I had the vibe work it's way down her ribcage, eliciting a giggle. The giggling stopped when I reached her crotch. I gently pushed her legs apart and started working the vibe over her clit.. It wasn't a toy that was meant for insertion, so I figured out a way to maintain my grip with my thumb and two fingers while inserting my ring and pinkie fingers slightly insider her. It all had the desired effect. Within a few minutes, I started to see the familiar red blotches on her shoulders and cheeks, telling me she was close. I kept up the motions until she started to come.
The waters started to splash as Tara's hips flexed and shook. "Uh........uh.....yes.......fuck.........don't.........keep.......yes......fuck......ah"
I moved the vibe away and let Tara catch her breath. As she started to come down from her high, she said, "Let's go inside and I can return the favor." We got out, jumped into our robes, and went inside.
"Lay some clean towels down in front of the fire." I followed her instructions and watched her grab the flavored lube. "Now, lay down."
I laid on my back by the fire and kept my eyes on Tara's amazing body. Her tits were still moist from the hot tub & her pussy swollen from her recent orgasm. As she stepped toward me, she opened the Cherry lube and began spreading it over her pussy. Once she was sufficiently covered, she took two fingers and started spreading it inside herself. She came over to me, poured a palmful of the fluid into her hand and started rubbing it up and down my erect cock. Once she was satisfied, she swung her legs over my head and pushed her cherry covered cunt on to my face. I took the hint and began licking and sucking. Tara wasted no time as she dropped down on to my cock and began licking off the lube. I was trying hard to breathe while still focusing on licking my way up and down her outer lips. As I worked my way around, I would shift up and gently start licking her clit. Every time I did, I noticed that her efforts on my cock increased. Figuring out that increasing her pleasure could increase my own -- I took my tongue and drove it as far into her pussy as a I could.
It had the desired effect. Tara moaned around my cock and drove her mouth down to my balls. I could feel her tongue licking my shaft as she sucked down on my entire length. It quickly became too much for me. I grabbed down on her ass and pulled her pussy into my mouth. I latched onto her clit creating a vacuum suction while I rapidly licked it with the tip of my tongue. Tara's hips began to shake and she moaned even more. The moaning around my cock was like a tight, vibrating sheath that sent me over the edge. I exploded into her mouth and heard a cacophony of noises. My own moans, her moans, the sound of her gulping down the milky load, our combined mouths gasping for breath.....followed by two huge contented sighs.
After getting her breath back, Tara spun herself around and settled into the crook of my arm & shoulder. We lay together, content and satiated. Then, slowly, we realized that our mouths were both covered in each others juices and cherry lube....and it was getting kind of gross. Tara told me to go clean off a bit. As I looked at the clock, I realized it was only 11:00, not 2am as I was expecting. I went into the bathroom, got some hot water running and soaked a washcloth in soap and the water. I washed off my face a few times until the combined stickiness was gone. Then, I got the sticky lube off my crotch as best I could. I was considering hopping in the shower real quick, when Tara started knocking on the door.
"You almost done? I gotta pee and brush my teeth."
"Yup. Two seconds." I brushed my teeth and let my girlfriend by with a quick smack on the ass.
I threw on my robe, poured some more Prosecco, and laid on the bed. Admittedly, between the drinks and wine at dinner, plus the Prosecco, I was still riding the line of "buzzed" and "drunk". Add in the sudden activity and I was worn out. "You mind if I turn on the TV, babe?"
"Not at all! I could use a little break" she yelled back through the bathroom door.
I flipped around and found a cable show with an annoying couple trying to buy a 4-bedrrom house on 3 acres and a pool for $237K dollars. Tara came out, climbed onto the bed, and started playing around on her phone.
After an episode and a half, I noticed Tara's hand was slowly snaking its way up my leg, under my robe. As she started stroking my cock, encouraging it back to life, she asked if I was ready for another round. I started to roll her over, until she put a hand on my chest.
"Nope. You've been amazing this weekend. For me, my family, now it's time you get your reward. But....you have to trust me."
"Uh.....ok."
"Seriously babe. Trust me." With that, she started taking my robe off my shoulders. Once I was naked, she put some pillows under my head and reached over the side of the bed. She grabbed the large ribbon that had been around the pillows and started tying my right wrist to the bed frame (Oh.....THAT'S why they have that ribbon....duh). She swung over me, and started tying my left wrist, so I was spread eagle with my arms. Tara then got up and went over the Romance box.
"I have to go in the bathroom and get ready. But before that, I want to get VERY ready." With that, she took a good dollup of the arousal gel and spread it over her clit and pussy lips. The reaction was instantaneous. "Oh fuck. That's amazing. It's heating up my pussy. Wow. I need to save this so I can get some more."
With that, she went into the bathroom for a few minutes. Fortunately, I could still see Beth and Shawn complaining about the backsplash in the kitchen on the tv show, so I wasn't getting anxious. A few minutes later, Tara came back out with the robe on. "Sorry! For this part, we need one more thing."
She walked over and hit the "red light" option on the bedstand. Next, off went the tv and up went the mirror.
"Babe, I hope you're coming right into bed. Because if you want to kill the mood....leaving me tied up to only stare at my red-bathed cock and balls....that'll do it."
"Don't worry. I have a surprise for you, but I don't want you see anything yet. With that, she put the sleep mask over my eyes. I heard her shuffling around, her suitcase unzipping and the bathroom door closing, then something strange happened. I heard the latches on the front door open and I felt a blast of cold air. As goosebumps erupted on my body, I heard the door close and a pair of high heeled shoes walking across our floor. The bathroom door closed again and I thought I heard muffled voices.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I heard the door open again and I heard Tara say, "OK. Babe, like I said, you did a lot for my entire family and here's your surprise." I then felt movement on the bed and someone straddling me.
I felt a pair of wet panties rubbing across my cock. The more the pussy rubbed, the more the juices seemed to flow. All of a sudden, there was a slight shift and I felt Tara's pussy engulf my cock. It felt like Tara had pulled her panties to the side and was grinding her clit against me, while starting to ride my cock with fervor. I didn't remember her wearing panties when we crawled into bed and was surprised she put them back on just to have blindfolded sex.
The fact that I couldn't see her and couldn't move my arms to reach out to her multiplied the sensations exponentially. Tara kept alternating her motions. She would slow down, then pick up speed, then she would just stop and grind for a minute. At one point, she just sat there on my cock, and I felt her long hair start to tickle my chest as she licked my nipples. Eventually she started to pick up speed, but she kept me on the edge of coming again and again. Just as I started to moan that I couldn't take much more, the mask was ripped from my face and I saw a sight I would never forget.
My alcohol-affected eyes were still blurry, and the room bathed in red which made everything surreal-- but there was Lindsay, in her yellow skirt riding me. She had on her white top from the party, unbuttoned to her navel so I could see her chest and tits perfectly. Looking down into the mirror, I could see her black heels and sure enough, pulled to the side were the purple checkered panties. She was grinding on my cock, rubbing her clit against me while she pumped back and forth. Her long brown hair was down over her face, with her head bent forward and her hands on my chest. The similarities between her and Tara was insane. I felt my cock somehow get even harder which was magnified by the fact that her pussy was absolutely on fire.
My still-buzzed mind was going a million miles a second as I tried to take in the crazy scene. My brain rocketed back to the "we share everything" statement at the bar. I thought about the door opening while I was blindfolded. Was this some sisterly April Fools prank going to another level? My eyes were searching the room, looking for Tara. Was she watching? Did Lindsay somehow lock her in the bathroom? Where did she go?
Lindsey was riding me harder now, her pussy gripping my cock. She was so wet, I could feel her lubricating my cock with every thrust of her hips. The fluids were running down my balls as she kept grinding away. The heat coming out of her was like nothing I had ever felt before and I felt the cum building up in my balls. Lindsey was quiet but riding me harder when she leaned back, tossing her hair behind her and giving me an unobstructed view of her tits and tight body.
That's when it hit me. For the first time, I was able to see the tell-tale red flush on her chest, shoulders and neck through the thin, white shirt.
"Babe....." I moaned.
"Mmmmmmm.....I was wondering how long it would take you to figure it out." Tara said, "You like? Or is this too weird?"
"Untie me, now. I'll show you." Tara reached up and released the loops around my wrists. Once my hands were free, they went right to her top, ripping the white blouse open. Buttons flew everywhere and I mauled her tits as she increased her speed on me.
All the build-up and activity caught up to us at the same time. Just as I started to feel my cock release itself deep inside her, Tara started some deep guttural moans that ran through her body. She trembled, moaned and started thrashing on my cock.
If it weren't for the fact we were in a remote cabin, we would have woken every neighbor around us. Tara was screaming and digging her nails into my chest. I shot stream after stream of cum into her pussy, thrusting up trying to milk the most out of both of our orgasms.
Tara collapsed on to my chest as we gathered our breath back. I started to shift so I could go to the bathroom when she stopped me.
"Hold on. I have to do one thing."
Tara reached over to the nightstand and grabbed her phone. She wrapped her leg over my crotch and spread out her skirt a bit. She took what was left of her blouse and covered her exposed tits as she cuddled up against me. She aimed the camera into the mirror at the foot of the bed and snapped a picture.
Once she was happy with her picture, I saw her send a text to Lindsey, "Meant to tell you I borrowed some of your clothes! Next time I'm home, I'll trade you for my black shirt back. April Fools!"
She hit send, we both used the rest room and returned to the bed. Exhausted from everything, we both collapsed into a deep sleep.
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The first problem with a night of crazy, passionate sex in a romantic cabin, complete with toys, booze and bondage? Before you pass out, you don't think of things like pulling all the blinds and curtains closed. So, after the aforementioned night, I woke up the next morning with sunlight streaming into the room from multiple openings. I looked over to see Tara sprawled face down on the other side of the bed, but somehow she had found the sleep mask we had used the night before and she was using it for the intended reason -- to block out the light and get some sleep.
I stumbled naked out of the bed, and started working my way around the room, trying to close as many of the blinds as I could. Even my best efforts resulted in the room being slightly darker, but nowhere near sleep-quality darkness. That's when I noticed the second problem with a passionate night in the cabin -- the leftover scents and smells.
The room was filled with the sensory remnants of the night before, the burnt-out fireplace, cherry lubricant, lotions, stale prosecco, and of course, sex. I stumbled to the bathroom, relieved myself and wandered back to the bed. I picked up my phone to see that it was only 6:45 in the morning and flopped back into the bed, burying my head between some pillows to get some sleep.
After what felt like only a few minutes, I felt Tara stirring next to me. I groaned and lifted my head to see that it was actually 9:30. My movements alerted Tara that I was awake and I heard her husky morning voice, "Morning, babe. Did I wake you?"
"No. I was up earlier but managed to get back to sleep. Did you happen to ask what time checkout is today?"
Tara got out of bed and walked over the table where she had dropped our packet of information when we arrived. Her hair was a tousled mess, but I focused more on the movement of her ass as she walked across the room. From the bed, I could see her breasts lightly bounce as bent over to pick up the paperwork and walk back to the bed.
"Well, we missed breakfast. That ended at 9:00." she read as she sat down, "Checkout is at 11. I'm fine if we just want to pack up and hit the road, we can grab an early lunch on the way out. Tara then looked up at our reflection in the weird bed-mirror, "But first, I need to shower. Holy fuck, I'm a mess."
She took her hand and gently rubbed the surface of her pussy. "I'm sore, too, but that arousal crème they gave us was unbelievable. I was on fire before you even touched me last night."
"That was crazy, babe. What made you think of the whole 'dressing up like your sister' thing?" I asked.
"It's a long story and we have time in the car, I'll tell you the whole thing." Tara was still gently touching her pussy at this point. Not masterbating by any stretch, but just lazily running her hand over her mostly hairless crotch. "But I really do need a shower, I'm so sticky and gross right now." She glanced over and saw that even her slight movements were making me hard.
"Tell you what. We do have a little time and since we both need to clean up anyway, why don't you give me a minute or two and meet me in there?"
With that, Tara jumped up and started walking toward the bathroom. Her ass seemed to have a little extra swagger as she glanced over her shoulder with a smirk, knowing I was going to be close behind her. I waited a few minutes as I heard the sink run, toilet flush and the shower start. I then made my way to the bathroom where I brushed my teeth to get rid of my morning breath and started toward the shower.
Admittedly, for such a romantic room, the shower was pretty standard. It was slightly oversized, with a large glass door that faced the rest of the bathroom. Through the steamy glass, I could see Tara with her head leaning back into the water, letting the spray cascade down her head and body.
I slid into the chamber behind her and started to run my hands up her sides to cup her tits. I moved her wet hair over her shoulder so I could start kissing the back of her neck as ground my cock against her ass. Tara slid forward a bit to let the hot water wash over me as she grabbed for the bar of soap in the soap dish.
"Here" she said, "wash my back." Tara handed me bar of soap and I used it to start washing her back. I built up a lather and worked my way back to her tits. I could feel her nipples tighten under the soap as ran my hands all over her chest. I kept building up more soapy bubbles and started to run one hand down toward her pussy.
"Babe, I can't. I'm still too sore from last night" she said as she grabbed my wrist and pulled it away from her sex. "Plus, I said you could wash my back." As Tara said it, she pushed back and gyrated her ass against my crotch.
Taking the hint, I moved my hands to her back, but this time started working them lower. I used my slippery, soapy hands to massage and caress her ass cheeks. Thanks to our positioning, my cock was getting coated with the soap, too. I took my right hand and started to work my way into the cleft of her ass cheeks. As I started to brush my soapy fingers against Tara's puckered hole, she shifted her weight forward, extended her arms and leaned against the wall of the shower. This pressed her ass against me more and I used more soap to add lubrication to my cock and her hole. When we were both fully lubricated, I gripped my cock in my hand and started to press the head against her asshole.
Tara and I were no strangers to anal play and thanks to the amount of soap we used, the head of my cock popped through her tight ring without much resistance. Whenever I slid into her ass, Tara would let loose with what I could only call a guttural moan and this time was no exception.
Even though my cock had been sucked and fucked nearly raw the night before, the feeling of her tight ass wrapped around me was amazing. I didn't waste any time and started to thrust in and out of her ass, feeling the falling water splash over us while the wet sounds of flesh slapping together filled the room.
"Uggghhhh....fuck my ass babe. Make me your little ass whore." Whenever we had anal sex, Tara's sex drive would go into overdrive and she would go from lusty to slutty in seconds. With my slippery hands and the shower water, I was having a problem getting a good grip on her hips and we starting to slip in the shower.
"C'mon, Jason. Don't stop now. What happened, did I wear you out last night? You're not gonna go soft in my ass are you? Fuck me like you mean it. Dump your cum into my ass, baby."
Tara's mouth and dirty talk sent me over the edge. I pulled my dick out of her ass with a pop and whipped open the shower door. I grabbed Tara's soaking wet body and lifted her up and out of the shower. As our feet hit the bathroom floor, I pushed her down on the ground so that she was laying flat with her naked body pressed against the tiles.
I spread her ass cheeks one more time and thrusted into her. With the floor under her, I was able to fully work my entire length into her ass. Tara was grunting and moaning with every thrust of my cock. With the bathroom acting as an echo chamber, our cries were reflecting back on us and magnifying our every sound.
Just as I felt Tara's body start to shake and tremble under me, I felt my cock start to explode in her. Wave after wave of hot cum poured into her ass. Tara was literally whimpering under me and for a minute I thought I was going to pass out. The explosion of my orgasm, the heat of the shower, and the steam filling the room all had my head spinning. I pulled my softening cock out of Tara's ass and opened the door to the bathroom, letting the cool air pour in. I sat against the doorframe as Tara continued to lay on the floor.
After a few minutes, she began to stir. She picked herself up off the floor and got back into the shower. I reached over and wrapped a towel around my waist and started to clean up the room and pack our belongings. When Tara emerged from the shower, I hopped in to clean myself off.
Once we were both showered and dressed, we grabbed our bags, checked out of the room and got back in the car. I could tell that Tara was exhausted and wasn't going to be much company on the ride back to school. I drove back, listening to the radio and Tara woke up as we were approaching our university.
"So, I have to ask" I said. "What was up with you and Lindsay and the outfits?"
Tara chuckled, "I figured you weren't going to let that go. Lindsay has always been a tease around guys. As we both get older she gets some weird thrill out of teasing my boyfriends, but she never really does anything serious. Once though, a guy a was dating, Glen, tried to start feeling her up when I wasn't around. She told me and that was it for me and Glen.
"Every time I've spoken to her over the past month, she's talked about the whole April Fools weekend and that she would have to up her game with you. I thought wearing the blouse at the bar was it, but she went above and beyond. I will tell you, though, she came to me first thing the next day and told me you threw her out. And for the record, she wouldn't have let you fuck her. She would have pushed you to the point, then bailed."
"Ok" I said, "But what about you last night wearing her outfit?"
"Oh! I was walking by the kitchen and saw her standing over you during the party, still teasing you. I was going to let her have it before we left, but when I saw her clothes crumpled up in her room after the party, I got a better idea.
"For once, I figured out a way to turn her little prank around on her and give you a bit of a treat at the same time. That's why I texted her that picture last night. Besides, you didn't seem to mind." she finished with a smirk.
"No" I said, "but next time, an even BETTER prank would be actually have your sister take your place, don't you think?"
That earned me the final punch in the arm of the trip, the large bruise my souvenir of April Fools Day that year.
I was midway through my first year of Graduate school, getting my MBA, when my girlfriend, Tara, asked if I wanted to drive to her family’s house a few hours away for the weekend. It was her Mother and Step-Father’s 20th wedding party and I jumped at the chance to get away from campus for a few days. The party was scheduled for April 2nd, but their actual anniversary was April 1st, which was a running joke in the family. The chance to get away sounded great and I knew that Tara and I would always find ways to entertain ourselves on long car rides.
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!"
