Welcome to Part 4 of Jack and Lena's story. Carl Orff wrote an incredibly sexy choral work, which has helped get a threesome going. Thanks in advance for any votes or comments.
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Carl Orff gets a mixed reaction from most musicians.
He wrote one of the great works of the 20th Century, but today very few of his other works are ever performed. Some critics call them very thin and derivative of his main work. To make matters worse for him, most of them are theatre pieces, often incorporating speech and dance, meant to be staged as well as sung and played. In a sense they are "too hard" for choirs and "too odd" for opera companies.
His connection to the Nazis may be significant as well. At first he was rejected as a degenerate modernist, but his popularity pushed them to adopt him and require him to write for them. There were always questions about how willing or unwilling he was to collaborate.
And much worse is the story of his friend Kurt Huber. Huber was arrested for being part of a German Resistance movement, called The White Rose. His wife pleaded with Orff to use his influence to get him free. He refused, and his friend was executed. Orff felt a heavy remorse for that, and perhaps couldn't write as well afterwards.
His best work is Carmina Burana, Songs of Beuren (a mediaeval monastery, of all things). It is a huge song and dance cycle, opening with an enormous overture dedicated to Luck, then going to Spring, love, drink, straight and gay sex, dreams... a kaleidoscope of ideas and tunes.
Orff's final indignity is that the first song of this one work is so popular it keeps appearing in movies, cartoons and TV ads, so often that many people are just sick of it. Called Fortune, Empress of the World (or the first two words: O Fortuna), it turns up in some ridiculous scenes. "Lady Luck, you are changeable as the moon", used to sell coffee? After-shave? Beer??
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George had talked us into joining her production, somehow. She'd been coming home very lively and animated, and this had affected us.
"You should hear the orchestration!" she said one evening. "Just two pianos and about twenty percussionists!" That didn't sound appealing.
"It's called The Songs of Catullus. Apparently he was madly in love with this married woman, and wrote lots of sexy poetry to her." This gave me a tingling. I smiled and shook my head at myself.
"We'd be in the chorus, and it's an easy sing. Very easy melodies, a few tricky rhythms and words in Latin. You both could manage it. Tonight, we're doing the first part, with just pianos. You have to hear this. You really do. You've heard of love songs, right? This is a sex song, trust me!"
Now we had to see what the fuss was about.
In the rehearsal hall there were two interlocked grand pianos, with their curved ends pushed together. The conductor stood in the middle and opposite him, across the pianos the choir was arranged in a semi-circle. A small group of men sat to one side.
The Prelude is simply scored for "young men" and "young women", with no special divisions, which was convenient. We had done a few short practices to get the more complex words out with Orff's rapid-fire rhythms, then we put everything together.
It was totally exhilarating. The choir shouts together at the beginning, "Forever! Forever and ever and ever!" The Latin words,
Eis aiona
seem to stumble as we fall on each other. The pianos start an urgent, jazzy rhythm while the boys... start panting! They sing about the girls' shining eyes, their lips, their tongues. The girls innocently start with, "Tell me, do you love me?" then breathlessly sing, "Look out, look out!" The music races on, stopping suddenly as if to gasp and catch its breath, then driving on, encouraging the singers/lovers to kiss and bite each other then hold and stroke her breasts.
The effect on me was startling. I felt my face redden and my own breathing rise. The actions described in the music seemed to match mine exactly, even wanting to hold his penis. I felt dizzy surrounded by so many women (mostly my own student-ish age) singing with me. I caught George's eye and I knew she knew what I was feeling. The music charged on.
As we sang of his penis longing for my little pond I wasn't sure if I could stand. There was almost no melody but a driving beat which reminded me too strongly of Jack's thrusts into me. I needed to see Jack and see if he was affected the same way but I couldn't focus to find his face in the men's chorus. The pianos hammered away, the boys cried out, the girls cried out.
There was a brief pause. Then the pianos soared up their registers and trembled in their top range. The men sighed, "Every joy lives in you!" at the top of their range, "My whole life in your arms!" The girls whimpered, "Oh happy me!" It was an orgasm, set to music. George knew exactly what I was thinking.
There was a break soon after, and I had a need. I found Jack and dragged him away from the tea and biscuits. We were in a college building and it wasn't hard to find a doorway off a dimly-lit corridor.
I felt his urgency as he felt mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed and kissed him, almost hearing the song in my ears. He responded hungrily, our lips and tongues around and over each other. I felt the strength of his arms around me. I took his hand and pulled it under my shirt. I was very happy to be so flat-chested I didn't have to bother with a bra.
I gasped as I felt his fingertips brush my nipples. He could just reach both at once with his hand stretched wide. I couldn't kiss, I could only take his tongue into me. When he scratched the skin between my breasts I nearly squealed. I ground my crotch against his leg - I could feel his erection straining for me.
The announcement came to go back to rehearsal. I stared into his eyes as he untangled himself. I could feel the fire in my eyes.
"Tonight!" I whispered and kissed him. "A te me amari?"
"Eis aiona!"
I couldn't take my eyes off him as we drove home. I watched his eyes under those beautiful eyelashes as he scanned the road. Occasionally he would glance at me. I felt something melt inside me whenever he did.
I lost track of the time. The next thing I remembered was him kneeling in front of me in my bedroom, kissing my bare nipples and looking up into my eyes. I unbuttoned his shirt with shaking fingers.
Naked, he laid me gently on the bed. The scent of him, the warmth of him, the feel of his arms around my shoulders, filled my senses. I felt my legs brushing against his and wrapping themselves around him. His cock was already hard and rubbing on my pubic bone. I wanted to wallow in this delicious feeling, But also I wanted to feel him enter me, push against me. I wrapped my legs around his waist.
