The Blooming of Rosa
Copyright© 2008 by Serena Jones
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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
I stopped myself, feeling odd about it – both scared and excited at once and not knowing why. I left the bathroom and returned to the store. It was quiet and still. Then before I saw them, I heard them – Doris moaned like Mamma did when Papa Bruce kissed her. The way Dad must surely be touching her now, on their cruise. It was deep and made me shiver inside rather than outside. It sounded the way touching my erect nipples felt.
I quietly peered around a rack of slips and saw Doris leaning back against a display table with Claire underneath her skirt. I could not see what Claire was doing but Doris would first lean back then snap forward around Claire’s covered head. She made a soft deep sound that made my whole body tingle. I watched as her body curved and concaved, Doris’ hands stroking the shape of Claire’s head, which seemed to bounce oddly under the skirt.
After some time, Doris began to gasp and stiffen. She leaned forward and clutched Claire tightly to herself. I could not see what was happening and yet I felt as though my body was as taut as Doris muscles were. Every part of me throbbed in time with my racing heart and the more Doris gasped, the harder it became for me to breathe. Suddenly she exhaled; an odd sound as if she were trying to scream silently but could not contain it. I shuddered and to my embarrassment and shame, wet myself. I found myself panting just as hard as Doris was when she finished. Claire came out from under the skirt, her face glistening wet and they kissed. It lingered. I swallowed hard and wondered what it felt like to kiss a woman the way I had kissed Ricky.
“Rosa.” Doris’ voice startled me and I realized that I was standing there blindly. “Come along my sweet. We must make our purchases and return home.”
We looked around for a while longer and finally settled on a vivid yellow lace bra for Doris. It set off her skin like sunlight sets off shade. For me, Claire found a dusty pink satin bra. “Deep rose for a rose,” she said as her hands brushed across my breasts to insure a proper fit. Doris paid for both items and we redressed, putting our old garments in a bag.