The Blooming of Rosa
Copyright© 2008 by Serena Jones
Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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
“You were so long, I had begun to worry.” she said softly.
I did not know if I should tell her what I discovered and turned away, blushing. I pulled my nightgown from my dresser drawer and began to put it on. She stopped me.
“Come here, my pet.” she sat on the edge of my bed. “Now, in English.” She touched my breastbone and I named the parts of my breasts as she touched them.
“My nipples are not erect.” I said, proud of myself for remembering the negative phrase.
Doris gave them a hard, tight squeeze and I gasped. In seconds, my nipples burst forth as hard as they had been all day.
Her fingertips slipped lightly down my naked body. “We shall continue. Stomach.”
“Stomach.” I tripped over the unfamiliar word and we spent a few minutes on the odd sounds.
“Hip.” she said. “Thigh. Calf. Foot.”
When I had repeated these to her satisfaction, she told me to kneel on the floor. She lifted her long skirt up to her waist and I was shocked to discover that beneath it, she wore no panties. Doris opened her legs widely, affording me a full view of the area between her legs. She had hair around her special place, thicker than mine but neatly trimmed. She drew a circle around the whole area. “Vulva.” she said.
“Vulva.” I repeated.
She spread the two lips like petals. “Clitoris. Labia Majora.” she used one hand to delicately spread the inner lips. “Labia Minora. Vaginal opening.”
I repeated each word and pointed to each spot as I named it. She made me say each word several times.
“You must understand how very special the vulva is, my pet. And you must learn to treat it reverently. Kneel before me.”
I did as she asked and she placed my fingers gently on her labia. “You must always enunciate clearly when speaking of this most private place. Stick your tongue out. Now touch my clitoris and say the word.”
“K-thow-wass.” I said.
“No.” She shook her head. “Try it again.”
“K-toow-us.” Try as I might, I could not say the word properly with my tongue extended.
“Place the tip of your tongue here upon it.” she said.
It was hard and yet soft at the same time like the tip of my nose. This close I could taste the scent of her. I knew it instantly – the salty musk on Claire’s kiss. This is what she had eaten under Doris’ skirt. My heart began pounding in my chest, my mouth watered at the idea of tasting Doris in such a way. My special place – my vulva I should call it – my vulva which I thought exhausted for the evening was suddenly a flame with what I suddenly realized was desire.
I had never known desire – what I felt for Ricky was longing. A longing to know desire. Doris had unwittingly taught me desire. And some instinct taught me its purpose.