Flash Fairytales: Mirror's Magic - Sex Stories

Flash Fairytales: Mirror's Magic

... she couldn’t hold back. Her long fingers pulled off the crown and she shrugged the dress over her shoulders. Straightening and shimmying, it slid elegantly down, gathering around her feet. Her body was tight and firm, dominated by ample breasts and a firm, round ass. Her skin adopted a strange pallor in the mirror’s light. She took a second to replace the crown on her head before collapsing back into the chair. Her strong thighs hooked over the chair’s arms and her hand dived between them. The mirror chuckled. “Silence, you, or I’ll have you shattered.” Her menace was lost in the quiver that shook her body. “Show me more!” The mirror’s image shifted. The cold room echoed with the Queen’s approving groan. Filling the clear magical reflection was the girl’s bare, open body. Her slim pale legs were spread wide, her soft fingers holding open her dripping petals as she rubbed furiously. The Queen’s head thrashed against the back of her chair while she rocked against her probing fingers. “She looks just like me…” she gasped, sinking two fingers deep inside the heat of her core. Again, the mirror chuckled. The two women held identical poses, obscenely spread and touching. Their whole bodies convulsed and quivered with their fingers’ frantic fumbling. Full, ruby red and thin, pale lips both lolled open with pleasure-ridden groans. Their eyes wide open, both ...

... women seemed to stare into each other as they rode their fingers so brazenly. The Queen’s heavy breasts bounced and danced, while her performer’s modestly jiggled and shook. The young girl raised a finger and thumb to pinch the peaks of her perky mounds, causing her whole body to arch and shake. The Queen copied her immediately, following her every desperate movement. Both women seized firmly upon their very tips and twisted that pink point, lifting their chests high into the air to crash back down once more. The mirror gave no sound, but the Queen’s laboured, ragged breath spoke for them both. Together, both women drew closer and closer to their peak, crying out as they held that stubborn, delicious edge of climax until the very last moment. “Please, please…” The Queen desperately begged her oblivious girl, thrashing as she staved off her impending climax. “I can’t… I want to…” As though she’d heard, the girl in the mirror gritted her teeth. The Queen gasped with excitement, staring fixedly at the young girl as she roughly sunk her fingers into her sodden folds. Her fingers furiously filled her over and over, her whole body responding. All at once, the two women rushed to that edge, screaming as their open legs shook with that welcome, rushing relief. The Queen groaned and closed her eyes as the mirror’s light faded and the room returned to blackness.