In the second part of Raven's Dad, the story continues.
Several backstories exist that offer context to this particular tale. Be sure to read "Ritual" sections 1 and 2, "Raven's Party" parts 1-4, and "Raven's Dad" part 1 for a better understanding before continuing.
I sipped the refreshment and leaned back on the bed, reminiscing about the previous hour. Though I had no desire for George, I pondered past encounters. I remembered when George and Jen stepped onto the altar and stripped, revealing their nakedness. My gaze immediately fixed upon George's penis, recalling its resemblance to Zeb's.
My mind inevitably drifted to the idea that Zeb would adore the coven. Pondering this thought, George's erection took center stage in my mind. I recollected their passionate performance during the ritual, as they made love on the platform while the witches encircled them.
As my Yoni continued to tingle, I forced myself to stand up and use the restroom. Returning to the bedroom, my robe flowed around me, leaving me vulnerable to anyone who passed by. As I stood listening to the orchestral piecerisenafterment upstairs, my thoughts returned to another interaction with George. During Raven's party, George had fingered me between a crowd of revelers while playfully stimulating his own genitals, satisfying both of us. I'd been unaware it was George at the time. No one, not even Jay, seemed to notice.
Leaning against the staircase door, I was struck by the music coming from upstairs. The memory of his fingers on my breasts filled my mind, and I detected signs of arousal. Fighting my body's cravings, I broke away from the staircase and lunged towards the bedroom.
As I closed the door and plopped on the bed, I acknowledged I'd been asleep for a while. Upon checking the time, I was surprised to find only twenty minutes had passed. Preparing to leave, I decided it best to dress conservatively, which included a pair of unattractive jeans and a loose-fitting sweater.
A singular orchestra now played upstairs. The absence of a piano perplexed me.
In the kitchen, Boiling water prepared, I set ingredients out for a cheese sandwich. After brewing the tea, I loaded the plate and set it on the breakfast bar. Nibbling on the sandwich, I replayed the earlier events in my head when his body heaved behind me, the soft whisper "I see you've come down for some more" startled me.
"No," I quickly replied.
"You didn't offer me a drink again."
"I didn't want to disturb you." I took another bite and remained with my back to him.
"I knew you were here." His soft mumble made it apparent that he had heightened senses.
"How?" My words trembled slightly.
"My senses are sharp," he asserted, placing a gentle kiss behind my ear.
"I have other abilities." His fingers briefly caressed the sides of my breasts.
"I already told you, I'm not interested."
"You're not preventing me." He continued to caress, proving his awareness of my physical response.
"If you don't stop now, I know what will happen." My words shook slightly.
"Then don't," he said. Moving to my waist, he hooked his finger under the waistband of my jeans.
"I put on these clothes to prevent this," I admonished. His hand reached my crotch with ease.
"Then don't wear them if you don't want me to touch you." His hand softly glided up my exposed waistband.
"He'd make you look sexy in an old coal sack." This comment made my resolve weak, and his probing digits stroked the tender form of my vulva through my denim.
"No! Stop!" I shoved against the counter and my backside shoved him back slightly.
"Ow!" he exclaimed, and he pushed harder. "That hurt my little Peter-Pecker." I ended up in the same position as before.
"That's his fault for being too eager!" But my knees trembled with excitement.
George forced the denim seam against my clitoris, sending waves of pleasure through my genitals. "If you truly wanted me to stop," George said, "You would stop me." His fingers traced back up the denim to locate my zip.
"This could get way too out of hand if we don't put a stop to it right now."
"Let it," he retorted as he yanked down the zip. "The goddess gave us a sensual body to revel in." His hand plunged into the opening. "What do you think She gave you one of these for?" His fingers brushed the cotton of my panties against my clit and circularized.
"Oh, I..." I didn't finish my sentence as his other hand delved into the neck of my sweater and turned my head. George continued to massage my sex while he stared into my eyes for a scant second before sealing his lips upon mine. Moments later, my knees lost control and the force of an orgasm swept through my body.
"See. It was made for enjoyment." Both hands returned to my breast to caress my sensitive nipples. He continued to kiss me, stroke my body, lick along my neck, and return to my lips.
My sex was throbbing with desire within just a few minutes of this. Shudders coursed up and down my skin as his hand meandered south again. The button at the top of my jeans sprang open, and I shook with anticipation, knowing my body wouldn't allow me to refuse now. His hand penetrated my knickers and his bare fingers reached my sex, grinding on my love bud and abusing my labia before slipping inside my vagina. It was quite a feat to find my G-spot from that position, but find it he did. It felt like a lightning bolt shooting up my torso, to my brain, and back down again as another orgasm wracked my entire being. My legs stopped responding, my knees crumbled, and my weight was held up only by George's hand on my breast.
As the pleasure subsided, my knees regained some control. George's hand was still on my rear as I stood. He turned me to face him, wrapped a hand around my head and pulled it to his. His lips locked on mine as his free hand caressed my breasts once again. My hand drifted to his engorged member. The pleasure of touching his cock surged up my arm and back down to my sex.
George stepped back and knelt on the cold slates of the kitchen floor. His hands tore open my button-up and pulled down on the denim. My jeans fell down my legs but hung halfway as George yanked one leg aside. His face dove into my crotch as his warm, moist breath enveloped my pussy. His lips, tongue, teeth ravaged me, sending those pleasure waves through me yet again. A hand slid up my thigh and he pulled back long enough to tear aside my soaked panties, granting his tongue free reign to stimulate my slit. His lips suckled on my clitoris as his hands pulled harder on my jeans. I pulled my legs together to facilitate their removal.
The denim balled up around my knees, and I shivered in fear when I heard, "Hello!" Jen's voice!
"Shit!" I called as I pushed George and grabbed my deceptive jeans.
"George."
I had locked the door of the "private" toilet when Jen's voice echoed in the kitchen.
"Hello, dear," she said. "How was your day?"
I bet she noticed the pole protruding from his dressing gown. All my arousal evaporated down the toilet pan as I emptied my bladder.
"Oh, you know. A bit of practice. A bit of this. A bit of that," George replied.
Bit of Sandra, I thought to myself.
"Who's eating?"
I thought of George eating me.
"Oh, that's Sandra. She's gone to the toilet."
I had to endure sitting there, attempting to regain control over my breath and heart rate. It felt like an eternity. I had to face her eventually, and she'd know what we had been up to. I fastened everything up, praying that the stench of arousal wasn't strong enough for Jen to detect.
"Hi Jen," I quivered. "Just having a sandwich."
"I'm off for a shower and a little rest," Jen shared with us. "Wanna join?"
"No," George responded. "Gotta practice." I thought he'd be ecstatic given his condition.
"Okay. See ya later." Jen left.
"Holy shit!" I exclaimed.
"I was hoping you'd think so," George said.
"Knock it off! Almost got caught."
"Doesn't matter. We understand each other."
"She doesn't have that understanding with me."
He kissed me. "Would've been great." He kissed me again and cupped my sweater, this time my reaction was to push him away.
"Stop it. One close call is enough. Let me finish my sandwich."
"I'm gonna empty my bladder before my woody gets in the way again." I saw him standing there, still as hard as rock, and winked.
"Hint taken?"
"More like an instruction." I continued to stare at his privates.
"You took it, that's what matters."
"Felt kinda guilty leaving you like that."
"Hard to avoid." He was still wet from before, and began to pee.
"I knew you'd leave those doors open," I commented. He turned slightly to face me.
"You caught on quick." He mumbled something, but I didn't catch it.
"I think I got the message." I laughed, as I closed the door after me. He was peeing, but smiling.
"Caught on, did you?"
"Almost felt like you were giving me a directive." I observed his rock-hard cock from the trunk.
"Well, I may have been."
"Lucky I took it to heart, huh?"
"You betcha." He finished peeing, shook himself off, and walked away.
I ate my sandwich, wondering. He was still in my view, standing there, hard as stone. "See anything you like?"
"I definitely noticed that."
"You and your brilliant observations."
"I'm lucky to have someone who can." He smirked, clearly messing with me.
"You're not helping, you know that?"
"I'm just enjoying myself."
"Where's your restraint? She'll be back soon."
"Guess we got a little carried away." I continued under the spell and let my hand drift.
"Don't! I don't want to get you in trouble." I laughed and brought my hand back to my lap. He didn't appear fazed at all.
"You're choosing not to join in?"
"Seems so."
"You know you could have."
"I really wanted to, but..." I left it hanging.
"She'll never know." He cocked his head.
"You're right." I secretly continued watching, waiting for him to stop.
"Play with yourself, then. I'll continue emptying myself." He winked at me.
I obliged, tending to my own needs. The moment of indulgence was over though, and I was done. He'd finished too, and stood there, in my view. I couldn't help but catch a glimpse of his semen, still dripping.
"I guess I like the taste of your last drops." I boldly approached him.
"Might be an interesting experience," he admitted.
"I've never tasted the final dribbles of another person's pee," I expressed.
"You've never given BJ with someone drunk as a skunk?" he chuckled.
"Huh?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Now I'm curious." I sucked at the glans, tasting the sweetness, surprisingly different from the usual. "You should have a beer or two more often." I relaced his cock in my mouth and continued to slide my tongue across. He moaned in approval. "You're fantastic at that, you know?" His soft cock stiffened.
"I'm glad you think so." I pulled his penis from my mouth and glanced at it. "So adolescent," I teased, grinning up at him. "But I am impressed. It must be hard to control yourself in relation to Jay. I hugged him a bit too close before."
"It was, but she left early." I looked back at his cock, now stronger than before.
"She left earlier than I thought?"
"Yes." I slid back into his slippery shaft. "I thought she said she'd be longer." I gasped in his ear and let go, but he didn't murmur a word. "You were saving it?"
"No, I was just ready to burst."
"I see." I resumed sucking his hardness and held off my orgasm.
"Oh God!" He couldn't restrain the burst anymore, shooting a lot deeper in my throat. "I could say I'm in control, but that makes me sound like Jay."
His cum shot out hard and fast, filling me with his pleasure. "I thought you were in control?" I said, taking his spent tool back.
"I've been trying." He then acknowledged, "I'd love to keep going, and I do have a lot more, but you need to..." I started to continue before he cut me off with "...finish yourself, because I will, with your help."
I let out a sigh of relief, complete with further teasing. It was just too nice to stop at this moment. He tasted so good. I took him back in my mouth and sucked expertly. My clit sparked with muscular spasms. I pushed him away, buried my face in his crotch, moaned loudly from the orgasm, and then rubbed my slick surroundings.
"It wasn't me this time," George reminded me.
"Sorry, it's just..." I stood and turned to him with a guilty look. "I felt a spark. I... you are my god, y'know?" The taste of both cum and pre-cum was something new. "Now, shouldn't you, ah, go?"
"I thought I was done until just now." I laughed.
"Looks like your semi was nothing but a cover." I went to let myself out only to turn back. "Sorry. One last thing," he stared at my face with a wide grin. "You were enjoying this a bit much."
"Yeah, I was playing a bit." I closed the door behind me, my body still content, then took my hand and continued along my journey.
"You can never have too much guy juice," I said, and I caressed him with my fingers. He wasn't losing any rigidity.
The following few minutes were quiet, apart from George's occasional moans. I alternated between a couple of minutes licking, followed by a couple of minutes sucking. Then I introduced swallowing. It wasn't long before he filled my mouth with a more manageable amount of liquid; enough for me to savor the taste.
"Were you really serious?"
"Yep."
"Not bad for an older man."
"Less of it, kid." Touche!
As I stood up, he turned us both ninety degrees, aligning us so that his face was level with my croch, practically ripping open my jeans and pull them, and my underwear down to my ankles. "No, George. It's okay. You don't have to," I said, grasping that I was pleading with him to do so.
George lifted my foot out of my clothing and placed it on the porcelain rim of the toilet bowl, exposing my Yoni to his hungry mouth, which he spread over my vulva, rubbing his tongue up and down my opening. I was already aroused so much that I began to pant right away. His tongue played on my clit, then back to my vagina. Each cycle brought me closer to that small death. As he sucked on my clit, two of his fingers assaulted my G-spot, pushing me right over the edge to tumble into the abyss of orgasm as I slammed my fist between my teeth, fearing I might scream and betray our tryst.
"Did you enjoy that?" George questioned. Why do men need so much reassurance?
"Oh yes! Holy sh*t, yes!" I pulled my clothing back up to my knees. I needed to pee.
"I'll just go." he said while tying up his robe, his erection now subsided.
"You don't have to. It doesn't bother me if you're here."
"No. I'll go. Don't want to get another erection."
A fellow wicked person, I thought as he walked out and closed the door.
"Jen!" I heard him call and shuddered with a certain fear. Had she been waiting outside for a while? Had she heard everything? I couldn't pee now.
"Yes, it is." She replied to him from close enough to guess what had been happening. "Aren't you ready yet?"
"Probably."
"Hey. You never properly introduced yourself before. Come here." I could hear them kiss.
"I'd absolutely love to, my love. But I should get dressed and practice more."
"Yes, perhaps you should." There was a brief silence before, "You might need a shower. You look sweaty."
"Yes. Shower. Then dress."
"Come on then."
I waited for a few minutes to ensure the room was empty, then emptied my bladder. Creeping through the utility room to the kitchen, I kept pausing to listen. I grabbed my sandwich from the empty kitchen and ate it as quickly as possible, washing it down with a cold cup of tea. I rinsed the plate and cup and walked up the stairs.
I was one step away from the stairs and froze when I heard the under-stairs toilet flush. The door opened, and Jen looked at me. "Hello Sandra," she said.
"Oh. Hi Jen."
She smiled and winked. I smiled back just as quickly, then rushed up the stairs. Fuck, I thought. She knows!
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