Synopsis: No one seems to notice the changes Sheila has experienced. Jenny learns the basic of Essence Extraction.

 

Sisters of Raven Square

by Misty Dawn and Christy Lake

Part 06: Demonic Reward?

 

Less than an hour after arriving in City Bluffs, Sheila looked at her naked body in the mirror in the master bedroom she would be using until Tony and Prue returned and smiled. What she saw reflected there was almost worth the seven months of slavery in and for itself. Almost! At least while I'm here in City Bluffs I won't be working as a waitress…I hope. With a soft sigh of sibilant resignation, yet determined to do what it took to find that 'trainee' though she knew in her heart this was no trainee she was seeking, she stepped into the shower. While she was cleaning her pubic area, recalling the pleasure of discovering its increased sensitivity, she helplessly began to rub her clit. Once more she felt the tremendous jolts of energy flood through her entire body. "Oh Gods and Goddess!" she whimpered and then started to masturbate in earnest, bringing on an orgasm even stronger than those she'd had before. She again slid slowly down the wall to sit on the floor of the shower while she quivered and twitched with micro orgasms.

"My Gods and Goddesses! Wow. I'm coming like never before." She then staggered to her feet and finished her shower and then returned to her bedroom. She was getting used to standing on her toes, but had found a pair of high heeled 'pool' shoes about three and one half inches tall with plastic straps and cork bottoms that would not be harmed by water to use in the shower. Her calf's still cramped a little, but it wasn't bad. She put on a pair of shorts and a new sheer blouse, a light green one that enhanced and brought out her now green eyes and Fleming red hair.

Returning to the big bedroom mirror, Sheila looked at her new self and was not surprised to discover she admired this new look, but was unhappy with the way her now bigger nipples could be seen through the nearly see-through fabric of her blouse. Bless you, Bel-Har-Kel, why do I have to look like a slut?

Suddenly, and she discovered she couldn't help herself; she had to reach up with both hands and pinch and twist both nipples. "Oh my Goddess, but that feels soooo gooood." Gasping with her pleasure, she then looked at herself again and was impressed with the way her legs looked 'forever long' when she wore four-inch high heels.

"I need some more clothes." As suddenly as she thought it, she turned and grabbed her purse then headed back for the mall. The helpless witch headed straight to the shoe store. Quickly discovering that if she wore shoes shorter than three inches her legs felt horrible, she just as quickly decided to wear only four inch heels, or higher as they made her legs feel great. She bought several pairs of new shoes; three pair with five-inch spikes, two pair with four-inch stacks and one pair of six-inch mighty highs that she wore out of the store to finish her shopping in. All her new shoes were strappy and all had ankle straps.

The next store she found impossible to bypass was Victoria's Secret. From there she felt compelled to buy clothes that would blatantly display her new body. Picking out an assortment of short-shorts, short mini-skirts, short dresses that would show off her legs, an assortment of blouses and sweaters that showed off her new big breasts. Getting ready to leave, she noticed a display rack filled with stockings. She picked out a large array of thigh-high stockings; nude, colors, stripes and prints and then found a selection of garter belts. The pantyhose that she normally wore suddenly looked thoroughly uncomfortable. Sheila was well aware of who was driving her as she walked out wearing a green mini skirt, stay-up stockings, and the very sheer blouse she had worn from home with the new six-inch high heels.

Nothing she'd bought was what she would normally wear, and knowing that she would be wearing such un-lady-like garments every day for at least the next few months rubbed her the wrong way. What are my friends and family going to think? But, I do have to admit, they will certainly display this new youthful appearance that blessed demon gave me quite well!

Sheila then realized she was walking sexily; her gait a blatant optical invitation. Her hips swayed from side to side her buns bobbed and rolled. She would try to walk normal, but it was like she'd forgotten how, or had never learned any different! Too soon she just gave up and went with it. If it will help me discover that traine…

A half hour later she found that she had to bend over to pick up something. She was now unable to bend her knees except to sit! She was being forced to bend at the hips, lifting the back of her skirt. Face aflame she was all too aware that everyone that looked could see clearly her sleek pubic mound outlined and defined by her thin panties. Try as she might, she was unable to bend her knees. Once again, and for the same reason, she accepted this and just gave up fighting Bel-Har-Kel's will.

Though his new sex toy was taking this all much too well, Bel-Har-Kel was having a lot of fun watching his changes take place. Certainly he could have changed Sheila instantly into that which he was making her into. This was much more fun. He'd decided that when the changes were complete, Sheila-the-Snooty would know and understand what had happened to her. It would also be great fun knowing she could not tell anyone what was happening to her, no matter how hard she tried.

Glancing at her watch, she left the mall to be at the house when Jenny arrived there for the weekend's initial evaluation and training.

*****OoooO*****

When she arrived at her first class Monday morning, Jenny, now an Initiate - First Level, was really upset.

The night before, she'd performed real magic. She'd drawn the circle exactly right, laid the perfect pentagram, prepared the altar with the correct candles, and invoked the proper spirits before finally calling on the Goddess. She had asked for permission to use the Power. Then, after being granted permission, using The Power she had been able to clean the throw rug her Aunt had placed in the basement. Later she had practiced visualizing two more carpets in the house and cleaning them. She had been successful.

At breakfast with Aunt Sheila, Jenny, bubbling with enthusiasm, had mentioned she could hardly wait to tell Sharla and Naomi. Aunt Sheila had torn into Jenny, tooth and claw! Under no circumstances was Jenny to reveal her abilities to anyone outside the coven! Right now that was Mommy and Aunt Sheila and Janet Wainwright. She was reassured that with practice in the different spells, and she would learn a lot more. Only after she gained the proper amount of proficiency and more, as her knowledge and experience increased she would be initiated into the Second and then the Third Circles. And it would not be until after she had been initiated into the Second Circle that she would meet others of the coven. Only after Jenny reached the Third Circle would she have the ability to know when and to whom she could reveal her ability to use The Power.

By lunchtime, when she met Sharla and Naomi at the Cafeteria, Jenny had organized herself to talk about her Aunt's tutoring her in Domestic Tutoring, stressing only what she was doing, not how she was doing it.

*****OoooO*****

Sheila Carstairs wondered for the seventh time that morning, "What sort of incentive and reward can I come up with to further entice Jenny. She is really concentrating and doing well in her basic exercises using the power." Jenny was comfortable using her ability and busily engaged in summer courses at the University. Sheila was still a bit on edge about the powerful unidentified newcomer.

The witch suddenly froze and then slowly turned completely around in place before, just as suddenly, scrambling for her purse and the cell phone within. It rang as she opened the purse.

"Sheila, this is Janet! We've got a problem! The trainee has created tons of perfect emeralds."

"I know. I KNOW! I felt it, too," Sheila replied, in awe of the unknown trainee's raw potential power. "I was concentrating on direction. It seemed to come from every active volcano in the world. What did you notice?"

"I felt the creation of a huge stock of perfect emeralds. I wish you could have gotten a better direction. As much energy as she just expended, she will probably need to be carted off to an emergency room the first time she tries to move." The Coven elder was exasperated, but there seemed not a single thing more she could do about this mystery.

"So, how's it going with your niece?"

"I'm going to explain things to her and see just how badly she wants to become a witch."

"It's about time. That girl is long overdue you know. That should have been done years ago, what with you and Prue being Seers…"

"Soon, Janet… Soon!" She had been on Prue's case for years concerning her daughter's training, but Prue had remained adamant about allowing Jenny to enjoy her girlish innocence as long as possible.

"See that you do! She was bred to be one of us, after all. Portland is anxious to learn the results of the breeding.""

*****OoooO*****

When Bel-Har-Kel left the house it left Sheila a list of things to do, her duties. She was forbidden to use the Power or Force. She cleaned up the house wearing only her garter belt, stockings, and four-inch high heels. Never once did she bend her knees except to sit. She also found that whenever she had her hands free she would use one to tease her clitty but was not allowed to come. When she went to sleep she wore the garter belt, stockings and heel! When she was sleeping she again dreamed of sex of all kinds with Bel-Har-Kel as her lover. When she awoke she found one of her hands cupping her sex and the sheets covered in sweat and girl cream.

After taking a shower she dressed in a sheer black skintight tube top that left most of her breasts, her shoulders and arms bare. A pair of black fish net stockings held up with bright red satin garters with her six inch black patent spikes was next. A short shiny red vinyl mini-skirt with slits up the sides that in a mild breeze would allow her naked and hairless pubes to be fully exposed completed the ensemble she was to wear. She took a long hard look at herself in the mirror. "I look like a slut," then ran her hands up and down her body. "Maybe I am nothing more than a slut now?" She grabbed her purse, snatched up the list and left.

The first place listed that she was to visit was an address not in the best section of town. Sheila, following its instructions, told the cabbie to wait for her. The written instructions told her to say only her name and only that Bel-Har-Kel had sent her. Swallowing her trepidations, she entered the disreputable den. She was shocked to see that the place was a tattoo parlor.

"My name is Sheila Carstairs and Bel-Har-Kel sent me," she told a small inscrutable oriental woman at the desk in the lobby-sales room. All four walls and even the ceiling had images of the tattoos available. On the desk was an open book. Sheila gasped softly when she realized it was a book of piercing jewelry. Heart thrumming she did as she was told and followed the woman into a room in the back. The woman said not a word, just pointed to a chair and then left her alone.

A big man, one reminding her of a Sumo wrestler came into the room and told her, "You will not need to strip. Just pull your skirt up and your blouse down to your waist. And do hurry it up, I don't have all day."

Blushing furiously, she felt her hands fairly fly to comply.

"Lie down on the table and do not watch what I do."

Instantly she quickly moved to the table and lay down as directed. The first thing he did was to spray her nipples with something that was very cold and made her nipples stand impossibly erect. Before she fully understood what he was doing, he took a large darning needle and pierced both nipples and added large nipple rings in each one. Then he brought out his tattoo equipment and quickly created a tattoo on the arched fold of skin just above her clit. Thankfully one would have to be devouring her to be able to read what it said.

Whether it was intentional or not, he'd saved the most painful of this shameful ordeal 'till last. Without warning her he once again used the spray on her most intimate part, then took the same needle and used it to deftly pierce her clit. Though she really did not feel the pain, she could not help but scream when she realized what he had done. Then he took a tiny ring, no more than half an inch in diameter and placed it in her clit. Then he welded all three closed. When he was done she had a little silver bell attached to her clit. She could hear it, but she could not see it with her head back, green eyes staring incomprehensively up at the ceiling.

When he was sure all of the bleeding of her piercing had stopped he told her to get up and get dressed.

With every move she made she could hear her tinkle bell, as he called it, ring. God I can't believe I just stepped back and let Bel-Har-Kel do this to me. She scolded her self. Then when she was dressing, the Sumo wrestler type handed her a letter. It read: "For services rendered you by this gentleman, you are to ask if you might be allowed to suck his cock. If he says yes, you are to do it. If he says no, you are to pay cash and then ask if you may suck his cock anyway. You are directed to do this by Master Bel-Har-Kel." Shocked and dumfounded, she dropped the note as it flared into flame, and then became fine ash drifting down to the floor. She recognized the odor of the smoke. Sulfur! Shuddering she looked at the man with revulsion in her heart, but something akin to lust appeared in her eyes. "Sir, May I suck your cock for all you have done for me?"

It took a few minutes but he finally shot a copious amount of cum down her throat.

She stood and smiled at him, wondered how any man with so small an organ could contain such a huge amount of sperm and then said, "Thank you! The Master is pleased," though she had no idea where that had come from and then left. As she walked out to the cab on the street she wondered what the tattoo said, yet somehow knew that she could not look at it. Bel-Har-Kel had not told her that, but she thought that he would have said that, so...

The next place on the list turned out to be a small clinic near the university health complex. Again she told the cabbie to wait. Again she told another oriental receptionist her name and that Bel-Har-Kel had sent her. Again she was shown to a small room, but this time she was told to, "Wait here, please." Many minutes later another oriental woman entered and said, "I'm Doctor Kim. Please strip and lie back on the table," And then left the room.

Sheila's teeth were chattering and her skin turning blue when the Doctor reentered and told her again to lie back on the table. Then she took her glasses off and it was as if she was seeing her there on the table for the first time. Leaving her glasses dangle from a chain about her neck, she then closely observed Sheila's punctures. "A clean job, but I am going to give you a massive dose of antibiotics just to be on the safe side. Master does not want his pets to become ill." She took a needle and syringe and injected her with mega doses of antibiotics so that she would not get any infections from her piercings. After that she was given another of the flaming notes. When she was done paying the doctor the same way she'd paid the tattoo artist, she left the clinic. The doctor had had an almost acidic flavor, like lemon juice.

The next place she entered was a custom jewelry shop… catering to dogs, cats and other animals. The man behind the counter looked at her. When she tried to tell the man her name, it came out as if a poodle was barking at the man.

"Oh this must be Sheila? What a darling pet she is, too."

The redhead nodded and said, "Yes, I am," but it also sounded like a poodle yipping. It was all she could do to bring herself to stay.

The man came around the counter with a wide collar of glittering stones that seemed to shimmer in an unearthly beautiful pattern of color. While he worked, the man kept up a soothing patter of words she only barely recognized. "Be a sweet lady now. Stand still. No. Don't wag your tail so! This won't hurt a bit, precious." Finally Sheila managed to stand perfectly still as he placed the gorgeous choker-collar around her neck and sealed it closed in back with a small hand held vise. The collar had a small brass ID plate on it that read: "This bitch is the property of Bel-Har-Kel 555-7734."

This time she was handed a letter that said, "You are to let this man take you as a bitch until you come," before it poofed into ashes.

Staring in disbelief, she watched helplessly as the handler put her down on all fours and then started taking her right there in the showroom. This was not her first time for this position, but she found the act a bit degrading and inhibiting as just anyone could come in at any second and catch them in the act! Then she realized dogs do it when and where. He humped and jerked in and out of her, reached under to rub her clit 'till she came all over his floor.

Standing on shaky legs, Sheila was handed another note and then knelt again and licked him clean and then sucked the man until he came. And right there in the main sales room where just anyone could come in at just anytime. When he came, she sucked up as much juice as she could and then left. It was not until she was in the taxi she could say anything that did not sound like a poodle yipping.

From her last appointment Sheila went home. When she got there she was handed another note by the cabbie. The cabbie opted for the oral sex as well. Inside her house a few minutes after the taxi departed, she wanted to cry. Instead of crying, all night she paraded around the house like she was working in a strip club; bending over at the hips, pretending she was exposing her self to her niece and her niece's two friends. With every step she took her 'tinkle bell' would ding.

The only way she got through it all was to continuously remind her self it was to find that damned trainee, and yes, it was THIS important! It never once occurred to her no one thought she was acting in any way but normal and no one seemed to notice the imprint of the nipple rings inside her blouse and no one seemed to hear the bell.

Bel-Har-Kel grinned. The demon was not a cruel demon, as demons go. It just wanted to teach this haughty New England witch a thing or two about respect for the male. The 'vessels', as she and her sisters called them, were men and should be treated as men, not some sort of living energy bank!

*****OoooO*****

One night near the end of the summer classes, while Aunt Sheila had been living at her sister's opulent home, she'd been teaching Jenny to use "The Craft," they were seated on the couch while watching television. Though it complained of a force in the area that dampened its power, the demon Bel-Har-Kel had moved into a small bungalow near the Carstair's home and continued to make her life one humiliation after another for her. The property collar remained about her neck. Remarkably, no one seemed to think it anything but a gorgeous choker she seemed overly fond of as she wore it all the time. It never occurred to her no one seemed interested in the brass plate proclaiming her Bel-Har-Kel's bitch.

"How do you like being a witch, Jenny?" Sheila asked suddenly, during a commercial.

"Oh Aunt Sheila, you know how I adore being a witch," she admitted, blushing furiously. She had not been struggling of late, and it was obvious she liked doing what she was good at.

"You will become a very efficient witch one day, if you want that badly enough," she told her niece, chuckling softly as the girl's blush deepened even further. "You do like being able to use The Force, don't you?"

"There is nothing I love more than being able to manipulate The Force and to perform real magic," the teen admitted. She had known that there was a price she would eventually have to pay for the ability to use The Power. With the reluctance inherent to all virgins, she would accept the inevitable loss when faced with it.

Sheila laughed softly, patted the young newbie fondly on a bare knee. "You may serve tea and coffee now, Jenny."

Though it took nearly a minute for her to realize fully what was happening, Jenny found herself serving tea, performing flawlessly, mincing about in an enticing, very prissy manner. It was obvious to the initiate that her aunt was purposely "showing off".

"I think my little girl hates being Missy Prissy." Sheila chuckled as she sipped the tea Jenny had just served in a very dignified, very reserved manner. "Is that true, Missy? Or do you enjoy being the prissy maid?" The woman knew the Demon Bel-Har-Kel wanted to add Jenny to his dark harem and prayed daily The Goddess would see that never happened.

Crimson with her embarrassment, Jenny discovered she was unable to lie, or even to shade the truth, and found she was forced to admit that it was true, that she detested serving in such a demeaning, servile manner. Even so, she found she could not object to being subjugated in this humiliation, knowing that learning to maintain firm control of her emotions was one of the steps necessary on the path to the 'Third Circle' and eventually the coveted 'Inner Circle' where in lay the secrets of true power. To become a member of the Third Circle, she had to first be initiated into the second, and that was where, she assumed, this demonstration of her aunt's intimidating power was heading. Soon, Aunt Sheila would relent and introduce her to the mysteries of her Goddess' Power, to guide her through the steps necessary to joining others who had entered the Second Circle, to teach her to use the force as a minor witch, a novice, actually.

Sheila smiled and told her, "Yes, we were pretty sure that you would enjoy being a witch. And we are just as convinced that you have always harbored The Ability. Your parents knew you would be a witch, even before you were born."

Jenny nodded, "I've always suspected I was a witch. Though I've never admitted it before your coming, I think I knew. In my deepest heart I knew you and Mommy and Daddy wanted me to become a witch."

"Not just a witch, child. But a practicing witch…an actively practicing-your-craft-every-day witch, dear," the older woman chided. "And that brings us to a moment of great truth, Jenny. Just how much do you truly want to be a powerful witch?"

Jenny glanced at Aunt Sheila, and saw her beginning to smile. In a sudden flash of insight she felt some slight apprehension, even though this was the moment she had been expecting—she had even been anticipating it—for some little time now, the girl realized. Now she accepted, where this conversation was headed. "With all my being, Aunt Sheila," she gazed unflinching into those hypnotic green eyes, which had held her in thrall so often during the past months.

"I am certain that you are not as ready to take the next step in your development as you might imagine yourself to be! But it is time you know what you have to do to achieve your full potential"

Jenny looked a bit confused. "What more need I do? I'm studying and mastering everything you set before me, Aunt Sheila. I'm good and I'm strong and we both know it!"

"Good, maybe, but girl you've only an inkling of the true good you might one day be capable of, and that strength you brag of is merely adequate. Love, you're nowhere near your full potential."

"My potential?" the young initiate looked puzzled again. "What more…?"

"Oh Jenny, surely you realize one can only achieve one's full potential power as a witch by becoming a woman, in deed as well as appearance," she said in tones which allowed the teen no opportunity for reticence. "And to do that one has to learn how to act and react with men at the base level. Just as your mother does. As I do. And yes, even Janet, your idol."

The youth was shocked. Of course she had realized this! She had thought of it, even imagined it, but she had also tried to put such thoughts and images out of her mind. "That means I have to... With boys…" She whispered in a soft whimper. "You mean...? But I don't… I've never…"

The older woman saw the look on her niece's face. She smiled.

"Honey, do not shame yourself with false denial of your innermost secret desires!" The tone of her voice told the teenager that there would be no feigned reservation, or modesty. "I am certain that you, just like your mother, and just like me, will never be happy except in a relationship, or more specifically, a sexual relationship, with a boy, though I'd think you'd prefer being with a man…" Or a demon, she added silently and then went on aloud. "One who will know how to treat you as a woman."

"You want me to...?"

"Well, of course I do, silly! And girl, if you want to realize your full potential, you will... You know the most powerful female witches draw their strength from the male; specifically the very essence of the male."

"Wha... Do you mean…? Aunt Sheila! No!"

"Intercourse of course, my dear. You must have sexual intercourse, and you must have that intercourse often, even though, and surely you know this, the utmost power can only be gleaned from ingestion of the male seed."

"Ingestion?" Jenny gasped sharply. "But Aunt Sheila, that means…?"

"Yes, dear, that means oral extraction."

Jenny looked at her aunt, stunned. "You can't be serious!"

"Of course I can be serious dearest. I am serious! Believe me, there is nothing in this world more delicious." Sheila began to get a far away look in her eyes. "I think here at the house would be the best place for you to learn, don't you agree? And this weekend, so you don't have too long to think about it. Of course how to make it happen is not a problem, is it? No red-blooded man in his right mind would turn down an opportunity to have a go at that fantastic mouth of yours, Jenny." The woman turned her gaze to Jenny's face, to her lips in particular. "Yes, they'll find you both receptive and quite talented. Now all I need to do is decide who would be the best to teach you the basics."

The woman heard the quiet beep of her watch and sighed inwardly. It was time to do her thing. Ben would be calling on her soon. She prayed diuretics were not addictive.

Jenny sat there stunned, watching in silence as her aunt left the room. The matter, it seemed, had been, as far as Aunt Sheila was concerned, settled. Jenny began to laugh, then to cry, then to laugh again. "Heck, only the 'who' remains to be decided," she sniffled.

She cried out, "Aunt Sheila!?!?" and ran after the older woman. "Don't I have any say in this?"

"To perform an extraction properly…"

"There are any number of different methods of using a man orally, Jenny," Aunt Sheila explained in answer to the latest of her many questions. Now that it was established that she was to actually do the deed, the blonde discovered she was on the verge of eager. "I like there to be light while I do it. Dim and romantic candlelight is nice," she told her niece, looking a bit wistful, recalling a recent memory with Bel-Har-Kel who preferred candle light. She shook off the feeling and then went on. "And there shouldn't be lights shining in anyone's eyes as a distraction, but there should be enough light to see what's going on."

"Yes, I can see where that would be a problem. I'm sure I will not need any such distractions." It was difficult to contain the sarcasm, but she managed.

You'll do fine, I know you will. And I am betting that you will find you love it. Girl, it is positively delicious!"

In a manner of disbelief, Jenny gaped at her aunt. Here was a side of the woman she had never known.

"But, what I'd like to tell you about now though, is the kind of oral copulation that's no more than means to an end, a mere act that in itself is no more than accepting the Essence to attain The Power.. It's not a part of something else, and it doesn't lead to another kind of lovemaking. Even so, you'll need to devote yourself entirely to the male's gratification; or if you prefer the term, his pleasure. These males will know that it begins and ends with… well… oral sex… cocksucking. Some people use the term "blowjob" to describe it, but I don't like the term. In the first place, there's no blowing, and it certainly isn't a job. But it's fine, if you like the term. What I'm going to tell you about is accepting the male essence, not giving a lover a blowjob.

"Pay attention, Jenny, because position is very important!" The male and you should both be comfortable, you most especially so that you can concentrate on the extraction without distraction. Possibly the best position is to have him sit in a big easy chair and then scoot down so his bottom is right at the front edge of the cushion. Then you kneel between his parted legs…oh, and put a pillow on the floor so that your knees don't get chafed."

Swallowing a growing lump in her throat, Jenny did her best not to dwell on images of the chill clinical action trying to emerge in her mind. This sort of thing should be warm and exciting and enjoyed, shouldn't it?

"This position puts the ultra sensitive part of the penis; it's a spot just under the head, right on the flat of your tongue when he's in your mouth. That spot is also convenient for licking. Men tell me that they love to watch the girl work on their penis, and girl, watching you adds to the male's pleasure and increasing his pleasure reduces the time you have to spend performing the extraction. It also allows you to look up occasionally to see the expression on his face and to judge when you're close to his ejaculation. The position I've described is perfect for watching.

The girl sat there wondering if she could actually look into a man's eyes while she was performing such an act. Well, I'll soon enough know, she told herself as she glanced at the clock on the wall.

"Since this is your first time to perform an extraction, I think only a slice of dry toast and a cup of tea for your dinner. When it is finished and if we're still feeling hungry, we will have something to eat."

"We, Aunt Sheila?"

The older woman laughed and ruffled the girl's hair lightly. "Yes, 'we' my dear. I need to replenish my powers just as any other."

Once more Jenny fought unbidden imagery; her mother on her knees before a male was incomprehensible. Mommy would never do it. Yet the girl knew her mother was a very powerful witch of the deepest regions of the 'Inner Circle' and...

"Come along Jenny, it's almost time and we need to prepare the room."

*****OoooO*****

Less than thirty minutes later Jenny entered 'The Room' with mixed emotions, hesitant desire and fear of the unknown tugging at her. The chair was slightly off center of the room and was lighted by four tall tapers spaced equidistant at the cardinal points around it. Forcing the lump of fear to the back of her throat, she moved to get comfortable with him in the chair, and her kneeling between his legs.

Though she didn't even know his name, she moved to open his robe to find a good size penis lying up on his stomach. Goddess! It's big! It was already about half erect from anticipation. Oh my Goddess! He knows this is my first time! His testicles were full! They're hanging down but they sure fill their bag. Everything looks so yummy that I hardly know where to start. That thought really startled the virgin. But it sparked her to action and she started by holding his penis upright in her hand and then began very gently kissing around the head.

The man moaned and she suddenly drew back. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you!"

"Oh. Dear you didn't hurt me at all." The man then told her, "The process of getting a hard-on feels very good, I moaned, but it was a moan of sheer pleasure, I assure you."

"Oh, well in that case…" The girl discovered that she was getting into it and tried to prolong his pleasure by bringing him slowly to a nice full erection. The girl's hair fell forward and brushed his abdomen and loins as she applied soft kisses and gentle licks on the most sensitive areas, slowly teasing, making him grow until he was fully hard and hot and throbbing.

"Ah girl, you've a world-class technique, you know?"

Almost without realizing it she found herself loving the feeling of his organ growing and heating in response to her kisses and her licking. What he said to her while doing these thing let her know what he liked and that he liked what she was doing a lot.

While she slowly brought him to full erection with her lips and tongue, Jenny gently used her fingers to fondle his testicles. Hey, he likes me to play with his testicles! The novice quickly discovered it was best if his penis was getting attention at the same time.

Continuing with her licking and kissing after he was fully hard she learned she liked to tease him a little. It was huge, the head was the color of a ripe plum, it throbbed and jerked and a big blue vein, swollen and pulsing ran up the underside and responded so dramatically to her womanly ministrations. Thinking a bit of teasing made it better for him kept her from thinking of what she would have to do when he finally got what he really wanted. He wants me to take it in my mouth, but I want to tease him by not doing that right away. Then she realized that all she was doing was putting off the inevitable.

After he had been hard and pulsing against her tongue for a while, a clear, very slippery fluid started flowing from the little slit in the crown. It was tasteless, thin and watery. She prayed it wasn't pee and flicked it away with her tongue.

Then she gripped the shaft with her right hand and began to milk him to get more of the clear fluid and licked it down onto his scrotum until his manhood was completely covered with a nice slippery film of the stuff. She enjoyed the feel of her lips and tongue gliding on his silky skin with that lubrication making everything smooth.

Finally she understood the man really wanted her to take him into her mouth, and it surprised her to know she was ready, too. Teasing him was fun though, and sexy, but it was time for what they both really wanted now; to have that hard, hot, slippery penis in her mouth.

Parting her lips slightly Jenny place them just at the tip of his penis and then very slowly lowered her head and slid her mouth down over him. Opening her mouth wide, she ovalled her lips and then sealed the deal with a gentle "O" and began to take him all the way into her wet mouth, taking him until she felt the pulsing point press the entrance of her throat.

The man gasped and moaned with pleasure and told her, "God girl, your mouth is so hot."

This is what all the teasing has been leading up to, Jenny sighed silently and held her head still for a moment to prolong that first feel of a man's penis in her mouth. She'd been fully penetrated by a male sex organ. She was no longer virgin. And she'd done the dastardly deed herself! Slowly then, she raised her head, keeping a firm but gentle seal around the shaft, instinctively knowing the friction of her lips on his skin was needed to bring him to climax. That was what this action was all about; to make him climax and give down his essence!

Raising her head until only about half the head was in her mouth, she paused for a moment, then slid her lips back down over him until she'd taken as much into her mouth as she could comfortably take. Once again she realized her aunt had been right. This was the perfect position for this sort of extraction!

After only a few cycles of sucking and bobbing—the man knew this was an 'extraction' not a 'blowjob' and that she had two more 'extractions' to perform tonight—he got to the point where her gentle pleasuring and suckling had gone on long enough and said, "Baby, I'm going to explode."

When he said that the flow from his little slit changed. Instead of clear and slippery, it became thicker, sticky and tasty! At that point Jenny knew that this was the "real thing," the stuff that had all those little wigglers. When that happened the novice knew intuitively the man had had enough gentle sucking. He was ready to come and she suddenly wanted to make sure it was as intense, as pleasurable, and as complete as possible.

His testicles drew up tight, and she looked up and smiled at him. Semen pumped continually from the slit, and she swallowed and swallowed, feeling his heart beat with her lips and tongue as she drained him of ever drop of his male essence.

He groaned, "Oh, yes, make me come. God girl, you give great head!"

Holding her lips in a firm "O" around his thick shaft, Jenny took him deeper into her throat than she had thought possible to do. Sliding rapidly up and down, concentrating on keeping her lips firm while flicking her tongue over that supersensitive area just beneath and below his head, she learned exactly what 'giving head' meant… he suddenly got huge. There was a hard jerk, several more, each jerk spraying sperm into the depth of her throat as fast as she could swallow it.

At the first taste of pre-cum, Jenny felt a warm flush wash across her skin. As each spurt of cum slid down her throat, she knew the essence of power, she could feel it building in her bones.

When the night was done, she'd made three extractions. She found she was not very hungry at all.

*****OoooO*****

The morning following her "initiation" to Initiate – Second Level, when Jenny was showered and powdered, sitting wrapped in a soft fluffy towel before her vanity putting on makeup, the press of the lipstick against her full, and slightly bruised, puffed lips made her begin thinking about her mouth, and the next thing she knew she was thinking about oral sex, more specifically reliving the night before and her first experience of accepting, "no, it's extracting the male essence." She blushed as she said it aloud.

Trying to put a name to what she had done caused her to blush even more furiously. The Initiate - Second level, well knew that all the names commonly used to describe the act were, at least in her circles, socially unacceptable. Jenny didn't really care for any of the tawdry terms; she didn't think any girl did. None of the terms used by her friends were comfortable in common conversation, but because she couldn't come up with any better, she just used the name that fit what she had become.

"Sometimes, usually in 'polite' company," Jenny decided, "I could use fellatio and fellatrix, though I'm sure it would sound silly to use such words."

"You've only done it to three men, one time each!" Jenny scolded the girl reflected in the tall mirror that was looking back at her across her vanity. "Still, you've done the deed, so that makes you a…"

It sounded terribly smutty, but when her lover had told her in a satisfied purr that she had a "world class" technique. Even so, upon hearing it, at that moment, she had felt a weird surge of intensely feminine pride. It was just as her Aunt Sheila said; great! All real women did it for their men. Still, she wished there was a more tasteful way to say it. I will never again be able to deny it: I am what I am. I did what I did! He told me I'm very good at giving head. His telling me that in those words thrilled me to the core! I was giving loving oral pleasure, and that's what it's all about, isn't it? Loving it, loving the doing it, loving doing it for the man's pleasure? Well, call it what you like, it still makes you, now and forevermore, a...

"Okay, we'll call me a 'cocksucker' and doing it, 'cocksucking'!" Jenny replied crabbily, staring hard at the girl in the mirror, who was looking back at her with an accusatory expression. "It is not a nice term, but it is certainly descriptive of what I am now and of what I did!" Still, she had to admit it had been delicious! Suddenly the power, the delicious glow that she had felt settle in her bones, suddenly suffused her entire being. She felt the power available for spells, more than she had ever managed to garner working by herself. It then occurred to Jenny she could not put off facing her aunt's smug "I told you so smile" any longer and with a shrug, rose from the vanity and began the process of getting dressed to greet Aunt Sheila and return to the dorm.

 

The End of Part 06, Year 1, the Raven Square Story, in the Sharla Winslowe Universe – Part 07 next.

  

  

  

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