Organs and Organ

Gerald kicked himself for being late. He passed through the cathedral doors some three minutes after the service had started which meant that the procession led by the choir were already in their places. He hated missing the prelude played by the organ as people filed in to their pews, sat quietly praying or meditating before the service began.

It galled him all the more because this evening it was his very good friend Dorothy Ochola who was playing. Nevertheless he enjoyed singing the first hymn, as he knew it well. Sometimes they sang hymns that he had not heard of at the Presbyterian church he frequented. So now he sang full-throatedly hardly noticing that the people around him turned inquisitive eyes towards him; they were too polite to turn their heads fully.

He and Dorothy had gone to the same primary school many years before, but had been parted in their later education. He had, after high school, gone to Australia for his degree and stayed on for the second one. He then worked there for ten years before deciding to return home.

Some two months before he had attended this evensong service for variety's sake and spotted someone he thought might be his old school friend. After the service he had waited outside the choir room until she came out. Dorothy recognised him instantly unlike his own uncertainty. They had clung to one another noisily. Over the next few weeks they had seen each other many times.

The congregation were bade to sit for the reading of the Collect, Psalm and the Epistle. He followed this last on the Bible app on his phone, taking opportunity to send Dorothy a text congratulating her on her playing. The Choir did a rousing Easter song, accompanied by the organ as usual. He loved this evensong service because it was packed with music. In all, seven hymns were sung, much to his delight.

At the end of the service he strolled to the organ console to give his congratulations to Dorothy. To be selected to play was a high honour, as there were four regular organists who were all very highly accomplished. He gave her a tight hug and kissed her tenderly. She had to go into the choir room to change out of her vestments before they could leave.

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He drove out first, leading her. It was exciting that they went past his usual church on their way to connect to the highway. Less than ten minutes later he got off the highway to head to his house, making sure she was still following him. Today being a Sunday the traffic, despite the road construction going on, was not heavy. On a regular weekday it would have taken them three-quarters of an hour to make this journey. They had to get through the congestion caused by matatu before the road swung away and down the valley. Leaving the hustle and bustle behind, they entered abruptly an area whose dwellings were of the better kind. Huge ornate gates led into long tarmacked driveways bordered by well trimmed shrubs and flower beds. The houses hid behind mature trees. He turned smartly into his driveway and the house could be seen in the headlights of the cars. He parked in the garage, beckoning her to come in alongside. The doors closed automatically.

They walked into the house through the side entrance, coming out into the main corridor, down which the bedrooms were. But Gerald, kicking off his shoes, turned right into the living room. She almost gasped at the beauty of the seats, covered in cream leather. The parquet floors shone with a rich lacquer.

Supper was laid out for them in short order. "Your cook is very efficient. I wish I could find one such for my house."

"Thank you, schoolmate!" They sat down to a most satisfying meal. Then he escorted her to the guest bedroom, whose door faced his own.

He let her prepare for bed before inviting himself into the room.

She looked startled in his direction when he entered. He heard her intake of breath as if she did not expect that he could be so daring. This time, unlike the kiss he had given her at church, he hugged her closer and kissed her, not just on the lips, but insisted on pushing his tongue into her mouth, letting it twist and dance with hers. Within half of no time, she had become so heated that her earlier surprise had dissipated like a morning mist. She threw her arms around his neck, mashing her small breasts against his chest. This in turn brought his cock to attention inside his shorts; he had taken off the underwear in his room.

She wrapped her slender musician's fingers around the cock, causing him to groan. Then he lowered their bodies onto the bed. Moving one hand onto her unfettered breast he palpitated it to her added delight. She could feel the wetness in her panty within minutes. She knew for sure that he would not now retreat to being his schoolmate. But she could not have been prepared for what he did next.

Quick as a flash, he ducked and buried his face between her legs, his mouth attacking the defenses of her cunt. He parted the lips and began drinking in the nectar gathered there. She could not prevent the moan that rose to her lips. "Aaaah!" She felt her legs parting to give him better access to her secret place. He received this gift with gratitude, which he displayed by increasing his vigour between her fat engorged lips. He drove his stiffened tongue right onto her hole, bringing her to grab the duvet desperately. She screamed as the pleasure threatened to engulf her entire being.

He had kept the best for last. This was the moment to lovingly attack her clit. First his tongue flicked it sideways, making her jump. Then he flicked it the other way. She thought she would surely die if he did it again. But he licked the puffed-up nub both ways before sucking the entire thing, hood and all, into his mouth. She flew to pieces all over the bed. There was no longer time and space in her universe apart from the powerful sensations roaring through her. She 'pulled out all stops' as she did during a 'fortissimo' passage on the organ. He let her enter this tunnel of extreme pleasure and emerge on the far side, before licking all those juices from her cunt entrance, clitoral hood and outer lips. She climbed down gently, some part of her mind wondering if he was going to satisfy himself on her body. He seemed too considerate to use her purely for his pleasure alone, since he had given her such a powerful orgasm without getting anything out of it himself.

Then he slithered up her frame to bring his naked cock near her entrance. His heat was as if he had been burning in the furnace with Meshack and Abednego. That cock certainly knew its way around her hips and cunt, for she soon felt it, unguided, entering the sacred place. The pleasure from this was almost too much to bear, yet she knew that he had hardly began. He sank all the way in, and began a series of shallow moves deep inside her. Then he pulled almost all the way out and drove back in, to give her several of those shallow strokes. They may have been, but each time his cockhead was knocking at something in there that sent shockwaves through her entire system. Then he pulled out, hard in again, out and in again. He gave her a few of those strokes before resuming the shallow ones. She felt herself going. Her hips twisted this way and that in the grips of this new power that had taken her over. She wailed loudly as if she were giving up the ghost.

"That was so very satisfying, my darling! You certainly kept your word." She looked at him with love burning out of her eyes. His cock was still pulsing in her cunt after such a marathon session. It had not become tiring for her, quite unlike any boyfriend she had had. They used to tire her out in less than half an hour, and anyway they also expired after one session. She had never met a man, even in her younger days, who could give her orgasm after orgasm, yet staying rigid for such lengths of time. She felt thoroughly fucked. Surely he had played her organ like a virtuoso.