There are a few previous stories that give some background to this one. "Ritual" Parts 1 and 2, "Raven's Party" Parts 1 to 4, and "Raven's Dad" Part 1 all lay the foundations for this story; it would be worth your while, if you haven't already, to read those first.
Happy reading.
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Having downed the welcome brew, I reclined on the bed, reviewing the last hour. I had no interest in shagging George, but my mind did drift upon our encounters. That first moment I saw, we all saw, George and Jen stand on the altar and drop their robes to revel in their nakedness. My eyes were irresistibly drawn to his manhood. On reflection, George's penis was like an older version of Zeb's. My mind wandered to Zeb as I thought the coven would be right up his street.
George's penis, I recalled, had grown little by little as he, Jen, and Raven promenaded around the circle of witches, hugging each. The image of his erection filled my mind as I recalled him and Jen astride the alter as we all watched his Lingam entered Jen's Yoni in a ritual lovemaking.
I realise that my Yoni was tingling again, and I consciously pushed these memories out of my mind. Forcing myself to stand up and shake off the feelings, I went for a piss.
Stepping from the bathroom, robe flapping around me, I continued to the bedroom door and stepped onto the landing to hear the sounds of a piano concerto drifting up the stairs. This time, a full orchestra accompanied the playing, and I wondered if George had a recording that he played along to.
I stood at the top of the stairs, robe hanging loose and exposing me to anyone who cared to walk up. Listening to the orchestra, I remembered another encounter with George. The night of Raven's party, George had fingered me in a room full of revellers while I toyed with his cock, and we'd brought each other off. Of course, I had no idea it was George as he was behind me, and no one, not even Jay, had noticed. Each note aroused me and I felt my weight shift forward. I caught myself before I fell into a stroll down the stairs.
Turning and running back to the bedroom, I almost slammed the door and threw myself on the bed. I cannot be tempted by a man more that twice my age, I told myself. I stared at the ceiling, contemplating the unlocked door and how exposed I would be to anyone who cared to walk in, as my robe was open and bundled either side of me.
My eyes sprung open as I realised I must have fallen asleep. Thinking I'd been asleep all afternoon, I sprang up and looked at the clock. Barely twenty minutes had passed. I dressed anyway, making sure that I donned my unsexy jeans and even less sexy sweater.
I could still hear George's practice as I stood in the kitchen waiting for the kettle to boil. While the tea was brewing, I gathered the ingredients for a cheese sandwich from the fridge. The tea was brewed, and I'd completed the sandwich when I realised I could hear an orchestra but no piano. Standing at the breakfast bar, I took a bite and chewed while staring at the kitchen wall and replaying the memories from earlier. I had just swallowed when I felt a breath on my neck and a soft voice said, "I see you've come down for some more."
"No," I replied, "I just came for a bite to eat."
"You didn't offer me a cup this time."
"Didn't want to disturb you." I took another bite and remained with my back to George.
"I knew you were here." He nuzzled my neck.
"How?" I shouldn't have spoken with my mouth full in such a posh home. It didn't put him off.
"My ears are finely tuned. I heard the kettle boil." He kissed my ear.
"Neat ability."
"I have other skills." At this, he slipped his large hand under my sweater, caressing around my body to my bare breast.
"I told you before, I'm not going to do this."
"You're not stopping me." Top marks for observation.
"I didn't say I didn't enjoy the attention." The last syllables shuddered and decayed as his fingers reached my nipple.
"Then just enjoy," he said as his other hand found my other breast and began to play.
"It's hard to enjoy when I keep reminding myself who you are." My words were a little shaky.
"Then don't remind yourself." He traced kisses from behind my ear to my shoulder. "Just remember how much you enjoyed the attention at the party."
The dampness was already seeping into my gusset and now tingles fired up and down my belly. One of his gentle hands slid from my breast down over my shivering flesh. If I didn't stop this now, I knew where it would end.
"If you don't stop this now, I know where it will end," I said, but still not stopping him.
"Then don't." His hand slid across my waistband, down the denim fly.
"I put on my least sexy clothes so this wouldn't happen!" I admonished.
"You would look sexy in an old coal sack." The compliment weakened my resolve and his exploring fingers scratched at the soft shape of my vulva through the denim.
"No! Stop!" I pushed against the bar and my bum pushed him back a half step.
"Ouch!" he said, and he pushed harder. "That hurt Peter-Pecker." I ended up in the same position as I had been.
"That's his own fault for being so eager!" But my knees trembled with the excitement.
George pressed the denim seam that pushed against my clitoris, sending waves of pleasure through my groin. "If you really wanted me to stop," George said, "You would stop me." His fingers traced back up the denim to find my zip.
"This will go too far if we don't stop this."
"Let it," he said as he pulled down the zip. "The goddess gave us a sensual body to enjoy." His hand pushed into the opening. "Why do you think she gave you one of these?" His fingers pressed the cotton of my knickers against my clit and circled.
"Oh, please..." I didn't finish the sentence as his other hand had pushed through the neck of my jumper and turned my head. George continued to massage my sex as he stared into my eyes for a mere second before placing his lips on mine. Moments later, my knees buckled and the force of an orgasm rippled through my body.
"See. Made for pleasure." Both hands returned to my breast to play across my organ-stop nipples. He continued to kiss me, caress my body, run his tongue up and down my neck, round to the nape and back to my lips.
My sex was burning with desire within a couple of minutes of this. Shivers rippled up and down my skin as his hand wandered south again. The button at the top of my jeans popped, and I trembled with anticipation, knowing that my body would not allow me to stop now. His hand slid inside my knickers and his bare fingers reached my sex, sliding over my love bud and assailing my labia before invading my vagina. It was quite an achievement to find my G-spot from that position, but find her he did. It felt like a lightning bolt shooting up my body, to my brain and back down as another orgasm rocked my being. My legs gave up, my knees buckled, and my weight dropped, held up only by George's hand on my tit.
As the pleasure subsided, my knees found some control. George's hand was still on my fanny as I stood. He turned me to face him, wrapped a hand around my head and brought it to his. His lips locked on mine as his free hand caressed my breasts once again. My hand drifted to his slick and rigid manhood. The pleasure of touching his dick fluttered up my arm and down to my sex.
George stepped back and knelt on the cold stone of the kitchen floor. His hands pulled open my fly and pulled down on the denim. My jeans slid down my thighs but held halfway as George pulled one leg aside. His face buried itself into my crotch as hot breath from his open mouth enveloped my pudenda. His lips, tongue, teeth ravaged me, sending those pleasure waves through me again. A hand slid up my thigh and he pulled back long enough to pull aside my soaking gusset, giving his tongue free rein to stoke up and down my slit. His mouth sucked on my clitoris as his hands pulled harder on my jeans. I pulled my legs together to facilitate their removal.
The denim bunched up around my knees and a sound shook me with terror. "Hello!" Jen's voice!
