The Blooming of Rosa
Copyright© 2008 by Serena Jones
Chapter 21
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 21 - An innocent girl is introduced to a world of sex and magic. Is she a victim or a predator?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Ma/ft Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Ma/mt mt/mt Consensual Magic Mind Control Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Paranormal Incest Brother Sister Father Daughter Group Sex Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Squirting Voyeurism Teacher/Student
The next morning I woke up alone. My slit was sore but pleasantly so. I went to the restroom but as I left it, I felt such a heartfelt ache and suddenly realized why – it was only the second morning I had not shared with Doris since she introduced me to such delights. I hung my head and returned to my room slowly. As I opened the door, however, another thought occurred to me.
Dad was home. And we were alone; no Doris for me to see to, no Mamma to see to him.
My heart pounded in my chest and my mind raced through the bliss he shared with me the night before. It could not be wrong to repay him his kindness by worshiping him as I do Doris.
I peered into his room. He lay still on his back, nude, and I could see his fine muscles. Not over wrought but strong. Handsome. I found myself wishing that it was I and not Mamma who had such a fine man.
His dick rested on his stomach; my mouth watered at the sight of it. I slipped into the room and crawled on to the bed beside him. He did not move and so I stretched out so that my head rested on his thigh to study his dick for a moment. It was nearly as thick as all four of my fingers – or so it seemed. It had seemed longer in the dark the night before. I touched the hair around his balls. It was coarse but the skin beneath was very soft. I leaned my face in close and kissed it softly.
In his sleep, Dad shifted, spreading his legs a bit wider. I kissed them again and thought, if it is pleasant to clean one place, another so sweet must also be pleasant. I licked his balls, being careful to go all the way around and behind where it was dark and sweaty. Dad groaned softly and his hand stroked my leg. At first, I thought he wanted me to stop, because Doris never touched me, but I looked and saw that he seemed to be still asleep. I returned to my cleaning chores. His dick was stiffened and angled away from his stomach slightly. Thick cream coated the tip of it again and I licked it clean with one swipe, closing my eyes and shivering and the taste made my nipples and clit throb. Dad’s hand moved further up my leg and his dick seemed to flex.
I licked the entire shaft. I found myself fascinated by the shape and details of it – the veins, the creases in the skin, the smooth silky feel. And the taste. With each fresh burst of cream, I found myself craving more of it. I found that my hands helped to steady him when his dick jumped again and by squeezing upward I could occasionally make more cream appear. I began in earnest to lick and suck, squeeze and stroke, trying to empty all of the cream I could from inside him.
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