Synopsis: Sheila and Sarauk dump two perfectly willing guys to get it on with each other. What's wrong, both of them have studied the tactics of the Demons?

 

Sisters of Raven Square

by Misty Dawn and Christy Lake

Part 11: A girl's night out

 

With Jenny gone off to NYC, Janet nearly forced Sarauk to go out with Sheila for the Gala evening. She had used the tired old excuse of being too old and worn to stay awake so long just to wish in the new years. In reality she intended doing a reading at the turning to foresee events and potentials events for the next year.

Sarauk really thought at first that they'd just talk for awhile; she had made a couple of extractions the day before and was not in all that much of a hurry to make more so she wasn't out to pick up anyone—male or female. She and Sheila talked for quite some time in fact, about the weather, magic, politics, demons; they covered just about everything. They bought each other drinks, split an order of fried cheese, listened to the music—in general, the two witches were having a great time.

Being out with Sarauk made Sheila feel like she was nineteen again—telling her "secrets," flirting together with the guys... and why not feel like a teen if you look like one? She had been told to seduce Jenny, but Janet had other plans for her niece for the evening, so she invited Sarauk to join her for an evening at Bayou Blues. Bel-Har-Kel would just have to live with it. Blessed be the Bel-Har-Kel! She lifted her drink in a silent toast to the demon. It was a curse that would boil his blood. Actually, Sheila knew that the heartfelt Blessing would stick to the Demon and somehow, she felt that he could be turned.

After quite a few drinks and a lot of time on the dance floor, Sheila said to her friend, "I really should go and 'powder my nose.' Come with me?"

Sheila was washing her hands as Sarauk came out of the stall. Sarauk washed her hands, and then noticed both of the other driers had Out of Order signs hanging on them. Sarauk stood beside her new friend, waiting for her to finish, and Sheila said to her, "You know, there's enough hot air here for both of us."

Sarauk began rubbing her hands in the air stream below Sheila's. Their hands bumped together briefly, and Sarauk jumped—she'd been staring at the wall, her mind blank, and the touch startled her. It also sparked a flicker of flame to the tender lust that filled her. Sarauk was no stranger to sex with other girls. She simply enjoyed sex and had never let gender become an issue.

When Sheila apologized, and Sarauk told her that she didn't mind, that it just startled her, as she'd been gathering wool. She then deliberately touched her ebony haired friend on the palm of her hand a little more boldly, and when Sarauk didn't pull away, she ran her fingertips gently along the palm to her wrist. She smiled as Sarauk shivered slightly as she stroked softly.

The Egyptian witch returned Sheila's caress with one of her own, along the back of her hand down her middle finger. The starry-eyed vixen leaned closer to her prey, fingertips touching fingertips, her breath light and sweet on the girl's glowing cheek. Sarauk lifted her dark eyes and looked up into her seducer's green eyes and nearly melted. She bent her head, and tender lips brushed tender lips. Sarauk felt a spark begin at that touch and travel down her spine, radiating out along her arms to their still-touching fingers and further down her back, ending in a small explosion between her quaking legs.

"My God," Sheila moaned, "did you just feel what I just felt?"

"Yes, I'm sure I did," Sarauk replied.

"Maybe we can explore it a little more thoroughly later on?"

"I'd like that very much." Another brush of their lips, and they composed themselves, returning to the tables along the bar.

They had barely made it into their chairs when two gorgeous, hunky guys came over and began a conversation. Their lines had 'Pick-Up' written all over the place, but the two witches wickedly decided to play along for a while. When neither of the guys was looking her way, Sarauk caught Sheila's eye and winked. The redhead acknowledged it with a quick nod—they would have some fun with these two guys before extracting their essence. Neither of the witches would ever turn down a goddess given opportunity.

After a minute or two of small talk, they bought them fresh drinks and then suggested that they dance. The four of them trailed off to the dance floor and spent the next twenty minutes gyrating to "the Latest Music of the City." Then the DJ put on a slow song. Bill took her in his arms and pulled her close while Tom did the same with Sheila. As they shuffled around the floor, Sarauk felt that 'Something Wonderful' was growing larger between Bill's legs. Sarauk ground her hips into his, just to see what would happen. Just as Sarauk had expected, his cock hardened, and his hands moved down her back, stopping at the very top of her ass. The song trailed off into another slow number, and Bill inched his hands slowly downward. Sarauk didn't encourage him any more, but Sarauk didn't resist, either. As the song drew to an end, the DJ counted in the New Year.

At the turning of the year, Bill worked his hands down to cup her firm buns and force her tight against his rigidity as he kissed her, then wished her "Happy New Year!"

The DJ evidently noticed that the crowd was thinning out at the bar, as well as on the dance floor, because he launched right back into a hard-driving rap number. Sarauk broke away from Bill, noticing his somewhat startled look out of the corner of her eye. Evidently this was not a part of "The Plan." Sarauk turned to see Sheila, with Tom trailing puppy-like behind, moving in their direction. Sarauk looked at her and said, "Thanks for the dances, guys. It's been great, but we really do have to be getting home."

Sheila turned to Tom and, glancing at her watch, said, "I didn't realize it was so late! I'd better be leaving too. I've got to catch a plane tomorrow morning." Sarauk was a bit startled when she mentioned the plane, but just let it go for the time being, since it neatly disengaged them from the guys. "But why don't you boys come with us out to our car and see to it we're buckled in properly?" The guys happily went with the witches to the coat room and collected their jackets, then headed out to the parking lot.

The hunks 'checked the girls' seatbelt and went back into the club. The two girls went to Sheila's house—Sarauk had thought, just for a moment, she would hear Sheila say that she had to get home and sleep so that she could catch her plane, but then recovered when Sheila suggested, "We'll call a cab to take you to Janet's in the morning before Jenny and I leave."

All the way to Sheila's, Sarauk was rubbing her thighs together, trying to control her need, especially since they really hadn't committed themselves to anything, at least that's what Sarauk kept telling herself, just in case it was true that they would not commit to anything, even though she didn't believe they weren't going to commit to…

When they arrived, Sheila, put her car in the garage, then led Sarauk to the front door—going in through her garage was not favorable to impressing someone. They were barely inside—Sarauk was still standing just inside the front door—and Sheila was tearing off Sarauk's clothes... She had taken off her jacket and had her blouse unbuttoned, revealing the silk camisole which covered Sarauk's bra-less breasts, and as Sheila led her through the house, on a direct heading for her bedroom, Sheila managed to unzip and remove the Egyptian's skirt.

Finally, they got to the bedroom and Sheila looked hungrily at her prize, her eyes moving downward to take in the royal blue camisole, g-string, garter belt and stockings. Sarauk let her finish undressing her, and as her eyes returned to lock on hers, Sarauk pushed Sheila back on the bed, and began to unbutton her dress. The buttons ran all the way up and down the front from bodice to hem–countless small buttons which frustrated her no end as she hurriedly tried to get them open. As Sarauk moved downward, the dress parted to reveal a red and black silk, gartered teddy which held up black fishnet stockings. Sarauk licked her lips in anticipation, wanting to completely unwrap this lovely package.

Sarauk started kissing her, gently brushing her cheek, then lightly her lips, then more and more demanding as she thrust her tongue between her lips and Sheila hers. Their mouths joined together, tongues intertwining, fighting each other to drive even deeper... and then backing off to nibble on one another's lips, licking, tasting, and then thrusting once again. Finally gasping her desire, Sarauk broke away to continue her exploration, trailing kisses down her red-haired friend's slim neck and behind her ears, and then on down to her shoulders.

Sarauk nibbled at her earlobe and then blew gently into her ear; she tensed at that, and then her pelvis lunged as she thrust her tongue in. Sarauk teased her ear a moment longer, and then began kissing her way down her jaw to her throat, then across to her shoulder. Sarauk gently kissed and licked from one shoulder to the other and back, and then, hooking one strap of her teddy in her teeth, pulled it down over her shoulder. Sarauk moved back across her, her lips trailing lightly over her skin, to do the same to the other strap. She shivered at the touch of her lips on her smooth flesh.

With the straps out of the way, Sarauk began kissing her upper chest, her lips occasionally straying down under the upper lip of her teddy. Eventually, she reached up and pulled the straps down further; Sheila helped her by pulling her arms up through them without her having to pull the top down any further. It was like she could read her mind; she knew so well what Sarauk wanted to do to turn her on! Of course, her next action was to take the top of her teddy between her teeth and pull it slowly downward, revealing her gorgeous tits—now firm thirty-six 'D" tits, with large, dark aureole, and lovely firm nipples. Sarauk started licking the other girl's breasts like a starving urchin—she couldn't control her need any longer, just had to nibble, lick and suckle at her breast! The Egyptian felt her nipples began growing, getting firmer—so incredibly hard!

Sarauk positioned her body astraddle her lover's with one knee between the redhead's legs and then began grinding her mound against her thigh. Sarauk could feel her wetness beginning to seep through her silk crotch. She was totally into it by then—writhing under her, her head rolling from side to side, her hips grinding slowly in figure-eights. Sarauk had to finally tear her body away from the older witches' chest to continue downwards, across her silk-covered stomach, kissing her through the fabric.

By the time Sarauk was at Sheila's barren crotch, her teddy was completely soaked and clinging lewdly to the folds of puffy flesh between her long, slender legs. Sarauk couldn't wait any longer; she smelled so delicious—Sarauk ripped the snaps off the teddy and dived into her. She tasted heavenly—sweet, but just a little tartness.

Sarauk put her hands under her, and lifted her by her ass-cheeks, then licked her from her ass to her slick pubic mound. Sarauk moved back to her pussy-hole and lapped up her juice, savoring it as Sheila licked her. Sarauk moved up to her clit, and she went crazy, bucking up into her. Sarauk slid down a bit further so Sheila could bring a finger up to her cunt. Sheila slid her slim finger slowly from Sarauk's curly-haired mound, past her throbbing clit, down her slit, passing between her inner and outer lips, and ending by teasing her anus. It embarrassed Sheila to realized just how anal orientated she'd become since Bel-Har-Kel had entered into her life. Sarauk then drew her attention back to the moment by sucking hard on Sheila's clit. As the redhead slowly withdrew her finger, she brought it back upwards and her mouth returned to suck on her victim's hot clit, and hers came to rest poised at her hot hairless opening.

Then Sheila was wildly wriggling her ass in an attempt to capture Sarauk's finger, but the black-haired witch held it back, teasing her a long, long moment before slowly inserting it into her pulsating hole. Sheila began to cum almost immediately, her sleeve drawing the finger in and rippling against it. Sarauk felt her let go and pushed another finger inside, thrusting in and out, in and out as her lips and tongue worked over her new friend's engorged clit. She loved the feel of the woman smoothie as Sheila just continued cumming. Finally Sarauk stopped as the redhead writhed in wild abandon, gasping for breath, underneath her.

Sarauk moved over to lie beside her and hold her as she calmed down and regained her composure. "Goddess, what a cum!" When she finally came back into the world, Sheila said to her, "I've got a toy that I've just been dying to try out." Then Sheila slid across the bed and reached into a drawer, pulling out what looked to Sarauk to be the world's largest double-headed dildo. Sheila said she saw it in a catalogue, and knew she had to have it. In truth it was one of the many toys Bel-Har-Kel had forced her to purchase. Sarauk had ordered it at the demon's direction and it had just come in.

The ebony-haired witch looked at her, then at the rubber cock, and then reached out for it. She took one end in her hand and drew it up into her mouth, and then started one of the most sensuous cock-sucking displays that Sheila could ever have imagined. Sarauk kept hold of the other end, and Sheila began duplicating her movements. Sarauk planned to start with it on her, then after some sucking on it, straddle her friend and slide it into her cunt, but Sheila had a different idea. She pulled her back down onto the bed and flipped her over onto her back, then practically ripped off her g-string and spread her legs. She briefly felt her pussy with her fingers, and finding it soaked, shoved the dildo deep into her hot hole in one fast stroke.

She stroked the dildo in and out a few times to get her even hotter, and then went back to giving her a blow job -- but this time, it was definitely her 'cock' that was getting the workout! The way she worked over that dildo, with licks and kisses, long and short strokes, and teasing squeezes, Sarauk was pretty close to cumming. Then suddenly she stopped, stood up and slowly took off her teddy. Sarauk watched her strip, unconsciously stroking that two-ended cock in and out, just like she'd seen guys do when she'd stripped for them, simmering close to orgasm. Wearing only her fishnet stockings, Sheila knelt back down and straddled her, once again sucking and stroking her latex penis as if it was the real thing. She straightened up on her knees, and reached down between her legs to get her hands wet with girl cream, then lubed the dildo with it. She stroked it some more, then when she was on the edge of cumming, she slowly began lowering her hips, her vaginal slit glistening with girlish lubricant, onto the mammoth double penis,

Sarauk began thrashing around, pumping her pelvis up to meet her. She settled down onto her, and their pussies ground together as the dildo became buried deeper in their cunts. Sheila started moaning again herself, and then she began humping up and down, slowly thrusting the 'cock' in and out of both their cunts. They must have been at it for over an hour, cumming together and alternately, before she finally collapsed on top of her, exhausted.

Sitting in his favorite easy chair in the corner of the room, unseen by either girl, Bel-Har-Kel gloated in silent pleasure. Though this was not exactly what he had in mind for the haughty socialite, it would have to do. He had not specified in their contract that she was to remain in Burlington, or that she was to remain in his thrall 24/7 for the duration of the contract. He would rectify that soon enough; the taking of Jenny would be permanent. She would be a grand addition to his harem of harlots. Yes, he was not thrilled, but he was pleased. When he showed the shrew the video of this encounter, he would spend many hours relishing her terror of the video being released.

Happy New Year, Bel-Har-Kel! He wished for his future and then winked off to Athens.

 

The End of Part 11, Year 1, the Raven Square Story, in the Sharla Winslowe Universe – Part 12 next.

  

  

  

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