The Blooming of Rosa
Copyright© 2008 by Serena Jones
Chapter 9
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9 - 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
Mamma and Dad were thrilled that I made so many new friends that they not only agree to the slumber party but ask me to invite the parents of my new friends so that we may have the birthday party that they could not give me before.
I called Tiffany – the girl who first waved to me and asked her if she would help me for I had never thrown a party where I had not known all of my guests since childhood.
“Of course!” She agreed eagerly. We talked about everyone I had meet and people I did not meet but – she thought – should have. She drew up a list of people who should attend my birthday party and another, more selective list of who should stay for the slumber party. “If they get there and you want to change who stays and who goes, it’s no biggie, ‘K?”
“‘K.” I said, although I was not quite sure I understood her completely.
She volunteered to call everyone for me and we agreed to meet the next day to discuss decorations and food. I had not thought about such and hoped that Dad would not mind too much if she helped.
As always, before bed, I went to Doris. The sweet nectar of her vulva was now to me as earth was to sky. I could not sleep peacefully without her beautiful scent coating my cheeks, lips and tongue. The elixir of joy that pour forth from her as she gasped and writhed seemed to warm my whole being in a way the no other drink did. In the morning, I found myself more and more often extending my cleaning and dipping my tongue closer and closer to her rectum. But she seemed to burst before I could reach it and I could not resist sucking the juices of her vagina.
Mamma, Tiffany, Doris and I spent the next few days arranging food and flowers for our intended guests. Tif – as she insisted I call her – was fun and open. I could see why so many people thought of her as their friend and was glad to count myself among them. We spoke on the phone nearly every night.
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