Hello again, lovelies. Here's the third of a four-part story. Once again, may I suggest you read previous stories involving the Ritual and Raven's party to fully appreciate this one.
Comments are always welcome, even critical ones.
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I wracked my brain trying to conjure up an excuse not to eat as a household, but alas I couldn't. It felt awkward eating at the same table as the friend whose father had tried to fuck me twice in one day, the wife who arrived home in time to prevent her husband from fucking me, and the fiancé I had almost cheated on. Come on! Don't judge. Oral isn't really cheating; is it?
Jay and I withdrew to our room much too early to pretend we were tired. Raven invited us for an evening with Alice Cooper in her room, but I had a nightmare of my own to deal with.
We spent the first hour playing chess. I say playing, but it was more a case of trying to play. Jay had been teaching me on and off since the day we met, almost. It wasn't really my kind of game, but I gave it a shot. Of course, Jay won three times.
We'd also taken turns to go to the kitchen to make tea or coffee. I figured it was a safe place to be while there was a house full. I'd bumped into Jen during my turn, but she didn't say anything about George. It was no secret that they'd each had lovers outside of their marriage; even Raven knew, so I assumed she was okay with it. I hoped that Jay was, since I couldn't really keep it from him with our agreement as it was.
Entering the en-suite bathroom for a pee, leaving the door open, naturally, I said, "You know, love, this is the ideal set up for you to practice peeing while I watch."
"I think not," he replied.
I finished up, washed my hands and came out drying them. "This will be our third mug," I said. "That's about two pints of liquid inside that bladder of yours, and you haven't been yet."
"I'm only halfway through this one."
"Stop splitting hairs! You'll need to go, eventually."
"I'm really not likely to while we're talking like this."
"Ah! Go on. Try."
"No! I'd need to be full of alcohol."
"Okay. Nice to know you will try if you're drunk."
"I didn't say that."
"We'll see."
He downed his cup of coffee as I drank mine.
"All this bleeding talk about peeing makes me want to go now."
Jay entered the bathroom and closed the door. I stood and listened. Nothing. Not a tinkle. I waited and waited and waited. After at least two minutes, I heard the telltale sound of a dribble in the toilet bowl. I waited a little longer, so Jay felt secure enough to continue, then pushed the door wide. Barely catching a glimpse of my favourite man part doing the second favourite thing, the flow stopped and Jay leered at me.
"Will you fuck off, bitch!"
"I had to try."
"Why is there no lock on this fucking door?"
He zipped up. "You don't have to stop," I said. "I'll let you pee in peace."
"Like I can trust you." He walked to the bedroom door.
"Where are you going?"
"To the other bathroom. That's got a lock on it."
He walked out and returned a couple of minutes later. "Empty now?" I asked, from the edge of the bed where I had sat, waiting.
"Yes. No thanks to you." He closed the door. "You know, something puzzled me before."
"What's that, my gorgeous lover?" I beckoned him with my fingers.
"Why did you put your knickers back on after you'd had a piss?" He stopped in front of me, crotch at my eye level.
"In case I went back down for another drink." I pulled down his zip.
"They've all seen you naked. You've nothing to reveal any more." I unpopped his jeans and pulled them open.
"Habit," I said, pulling out his flaccid, moist member. "And other things."
"You are aware I've just been for a piss?"
"You are aware that doesn't bother me?"
"Oh, yes." There was an edge of sarcasm in his voice. "What, other things?"
By now, I had a floppy lump of flesh in my mouth. I sucked and tasted a hint of Jay flavoured urine. "Shh!" I hissed from my full mouth. There is nothing like the feeling of a very unaroused dick stiffening up in one's mouth. That sensation alone was enough to get the fanny flutters playing in my loins.
As Jay's cock reached just about its full glory, I stopped sucking, stood up, and guided him onto the bed, pulling down his jeans and undies in the same move. Sliding my tongue up and down the length of his shaft, I managed to utter the words. "I have something I have to tell you."
"What's that?"
I drew the head of his cock through my lips and sucked briefly before a stood up. "In a minute," I said. "I have to pee again."
By the time I returned, jay was naked and sitting against the headboard, his cock now attempting to take a rest on his thigh. I threw my knickers at him and grinned.
Straddling his legs, I began to stroke his elegant penis back to life. "How would you feel," I said, "if I told you George had been attempting to get into my knickers all day?"
"Did he succeed?"
"Jay!" I pulled my hand away from him. "He's older than my dad!"
"So? Did he?"
"Well, technically, he couldn't, first time around." My hand returned to his erection.
"Why would that be?" The pomp was back.
"I wasn't wearing any."
"If you weren't playing with Percy right now, I be shocked. Carry on."
"What? With this or the story?"
"Why didn't you have knickers on?"
"I'd not long got out of the bath, so I was in my bath robe."
As I manipulated Jay's manhood, I described my first encounter with George in the kitchen, stopping ministrations now and then to keep Jay's impending spurts at bay. I smeared his pre-cum around his throbbing glans while describing my solo orgasm and the images and memories that accompanied it.
Jay's voice trembled as he asked, "That was the first time, you said?"
