Rite of Passage
Copyright© 2006 by Frozen North
Chapter 7: And a woman shall be born within her...
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7: And a woman shall be born within her... - Young girl comes of age and learns the secrets of womanhood.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Fa/ft Teenagers First
I awoke to find soft hands massaging me, coaxing life back into my limbs. My mind slowly began to come alive. The first sensation it experienced in its existence was soreness. The next thing it was aware of was the knowledge of where the soreness was located and how that area came to be sore. The next thing I felt was a pleasant warm glow, seeming to come from everywhere.
Eventually I managed to open my eyes.
I was alive!
It took my aunts massaging me a while before I could really move anything. I was so wrung out that I was still like a rag doll. "So what did you think of your first time?" Asked Laura, who was massaging my temples.
The only response that my still evolving mind could think of was to giggle stupidly.
"Liked it that much, did you?' She said. "Good, cause it ain't over yet sister. In fact, it's barely just begun. You'll see the priest again tonight.
I just groaned in response. I was so sore, I didn't know if I could go through that again. I certainly couldn't survive that orgasm thing again.
Amber looked down at me and gave me a motherly smile. "You did very well Alison," She said. "I'm very proud of you. As soon as we get some life back into you we'll get you a little to eat and drink. You're going to need all the energy you can get. The priest should be back in about an hour. I don't think that you'll need us for this next part, but we will be here for you just in case."
I had revived enough to speak. "What's going to happen?" I asked shakily.
"Instruction." She said. "You have laid down your innocence, and now you will receive basic instruction in the arts of lovecraft. He will take you three more times to teach you some basic positions and techniques."
She must have seen the look of worry on my face because she smiled again and said, "Don't worry, the hard part is over. You may encounter some soreness at the beginning, but after a moment or two you won't even notice it. There shouldn't be any more pain. And since you've done it before, the experience probably won't be quite as intense."
They kept massaging me, occasionally turning me over to massage my back side. When they finished with my back, they would turn me back over to massage my front some more. They massaged everywhere and everything. They even massaged my mound and between my legs; after a few minutes of this, not only did the soreness go away quite a bit, but I started to feel kind of turned on. I also noticed another feeling, extreme satisfaction and happiness. I felt like I was positively glowing.
Eventually the massaging had the desired effect, and I was able to move again. When they were done they sat me up. Bethany brought a tray of grapes and peaches, while Mariah brought a crystal pitcher with something red in it.
She poured a cup for me and said, "Drink of the wine of womanhood that your thirst may be quenched."
I took the cup from her and drank it greedily. I didn't care what it was as long as it was liquid, I was desperately thirsty. It was actually rather good. Not nearly as sweet and strong as what I had been given by the High Priestess.
Bethany held the tray in front of me and said, "Eat of the fruit of the Mother that you may be refreshed for the path ahead."
It sounded a little corny and I assumed that they were carrying out another ceremony that I was unaware of. I took some of the fruit and ate it slowly. As I did so I could feel strength slowly return to my body.
I looked around and noticed my surroundings. I was in a small room that appeared to be a bedroom. I had been placed on a large four poster bed with white drapes hanging from it. The Blanket and sheets were of the purest white and the soft white pillows were embroidered with gold. There was an open door in the end of the room through which I could see the couch of the sitting room.
"Where was I?" I asked. "How far did he have to carry me?"
"Oh, not far." Said Terry. "The first part of the Rite was held right out there in the sitting room. There's a hidden closet where the couch and table can be stashed. You came in through the secret door in the back wall."
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