Part 3 of 6Coral could smell Zoë, she wanted to taste her. Her eyes gazed into the others eyes and her own breath cascaded down the shaft and pelvis of Zoë. Arching her back Coral let out a shaking sigh, and moved closer, planting a soft little kiss on the tip of the gland. Felling the reaction she kept her focus, and slid her tongue over the tip of the head, rolling it slowly in a circle She moaned, the salty flavor giving her sexual desire amplifications of need. She pulled back, creating a thin strand of mixed saliva and pre-ejaculate. She wiggled her fingers again and a bright light formed on her fingers that turned into a fireworks display of sparkles. Her voice a low chant. “Makimes nakedies” Her clothes turned into flashes of light and fizzled out in sparks. These sensations of her kisses and tongue lashings changed the demeanor of her classmate. She felt Zoë move a bit, lifting her long leg on the grimoire pedestal, her heel catching the corner to keep her stable. With a whimsy chortle Coral opened her mouth pushing the flared tip into her mouth. She felt it enter her, her mouth a trap, suckling tightly, a small suction of vacuum trapping the flesh in her mouth. “Oh Goddess!” Zoë blurted out as her legs turned to jelly, feeling Coral’s mouth envelope her new appendage. This new sex of hers drew power, a sensitive shock to her system, that ran along her nerves like a spindle on tight needles touching each pore in her body. Coral’s mouth went further and further, until her nose pressed into Zoe’s pelvis, her tongue lashed out and curled under the shaft and flicked over the soft skin of Zoë’s ballsack. Both girls now entranced by the magic, by the lust, and the need, the solitary and strict rules of the Coven all escaped and they both enjoyed this calculated situation manifested by Coral. Running her fingers between her thighs, Coral rubbed her soft petals, already puffy and glistening with her honey, her back arched as her body reacted. She bobbed her head in and out sucking on the hardness in an erratic motion, as if she could not get enough. She paused a bit, her mouth and chin covered in saliva , her finger deep inside herself as she squirmed on the floor. ‘Zoë pulled away from Coral’s mouth and grabbed her wrist. “Come… you wanted this… “ Sprawling her arm over the desk in one swoop, knocking over most of the brick-a-brack that occupied real estate. Looking over at Coral, she cupped her pert breast in her hand and laid her lips on hers. Moving between her legs spreading Coral with her knee she moved in and kissed deeper, pressing her body against hers, not entering her just the two sexes touching in the whirlwind of kisses and caresses. Time stood still, the ambient sounds dissipated and both of the girls focused on each other, the taste, the smells, the touches all creating their own timelessness. Written by Zoë Willows Edited by Kimmi skye
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