The Girl in the Mist
Copyright© 2022 by Maracorby
Chapter 21
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 21 - Everyone at school hates Laurel. Her mother won't teach her the magic she needs to remedy that, but her new friend, the woman who comes to her in the mist, will.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Mult Teenagers Consensual Magic Demons Group Sex First Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Revenge
The next day, too, Hunter was working at his computer when Alison came into his room. Right after kissing him, she turned her back to him and asked, “You want to untie me?”
Her top, backless as usual, was held in place by strings tied in bows behind her neck and back. Hunter pulled the ends and her top fell away. She covered her breasts with her arms, feigning bashfulness, before turning around. “Skirt too?” She followed up.
Hunter found the zipper at the side of Alison’s skirt and unzipped it, and then he helped ease it down over her otherwise naked hips, and to the ground. This was a milestone moment, he knew - taking the clothes off of a beautiful woman. He’d imagined it so many times, but now it was actually happening.
After giving Hunter a moment to stare, Alison stepped out of her shoes and climbed on the double bed. She relaxed on her back, allowing her wings to stretch past the bed’s edges. “You should get naked and join me,” she suggested.
Alison watched, pleased, while Hunter stripped, and then when he moved to the bed, she guided him exactly where he wanted to go first: to her perfectly formed breasts. He sucked and stroked one then the other, coming at them from different angles. He buried his face between them before returning to his lip work.
“That’s nice,” Alison moaned while Hunter played with his toys.
“Have you ever thought of doing Mia in a realistic style?” Alison asked.
“Um, I don’t know,” Hunter said, not stopping his enjoyment of Alison’s breasts. “These games are always kinda anime,” he argued.
“Well, yeah,” Alison persisted, “but you’re kind of limiting yourself.” Just then, Hunter’s leg brushed her pussy leaving a wet streak on his thigh. Realizing that he had more to explore, he shifted until his face was inches from her crotch.
“OH, mmm! God yes!” Alison cheeped when Hunter’s tongue made contact. “I just think it would make a much strong showing of your talent to make her in a realistic style,” she continued. “You’re really very good.”
“I don’t know - maybe,” Hunter said noncommittally. He experimented with how far he could stick his tongue into Alison’s hole, slightly disappointed with the result. He wondered if other guys have noticeably longer tongues than his.
Alison tugged on Hunter’s head, leading him back up to face her, above her. Hunter could feel the heat radiating from her pussy on his cock. It ached for contact. Just a few little adjustments and he could penetrate her. But he wasn’t sure that he was allowed.
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