Kapitel 205: Turning Contest: A Friend in Need
Portia checked her phone following her seduction in the Victoria Secret and found four texts and a missed call from Abby, one of her best friends. She read the texts:
-You up yet?
-Call me when you get this.
-I'm so pissed off.
-I caught Jack cheating on me. With a guy!
Fuck! Abby was one of the sweetest women Portia had ever met, and Jack a nice enough guy, although rather self-centered and shallow. Portia couldn't fathom him ever cheating, especially with a guy. This was surreal.
She immediately called her distraught friend.
On the third ring Abby answered, trying to sound like she hadn't been crying for over two hours, ever since coming home early from getting groceries because she'd forgotten her phone, to see her husband sucking their eighteen-year-old neighbour's cock.
"Hi."
"Is what I read true?" Portia asked, still trying to process the shock.
"I'm afraid so," Abby replied, also still struggling to process it.
"What happened?" Portia asked.
"I caught him blowing the teenager from next door."
"No way," Portia scoffed, even though that surprised her less than if Jack had been the one getting blown. She had also learned from conversations at work that gay sex had become quite common, especially blow jobs. According to her colleague Xander, who was a very handsome man and had connections with many male celebrities, gay sex among both genders was all the rage.
"Yeah, they were doing it right in my kitchen," Abby added.
"I'm on my way over," Portia said, figuring her next seduction would have to wait.
"Can I come to your house instead?" Abby asked worriedly. She desperately needed to get out of the house: the scene of the crime.
"Sure," Portia agreed, "I'll be home in twenty minutes."
"You sure?"
"Definitely," Portia said, "you need a friend at a time like this and I'm that friend, so I'm dropping everything, no worries. I know you'd do the same for me."
"Thanks, you're a dear," Abby said gratefully, struggling to hold back another round of tears.
"See you soon," Portia said, before hanging up and rushing back to her car, her phone buzzing again.
At a light she glanced at her phone and gasped. Carol had just gotten two conquests and was now tied for first. No way! No way she could lose to Carol, she would never hear the end of it.
Scoreboard:
Carol: 3
Jasmine: 3
Crystal: 2
Portia: 2
Veronica: 2
That said, the competition would have to wait; first she had to be there for Abby.
Portia arrived home just as Abby pulled up. Portia still had on the lingerie she'd purchased at Victoria Secret: a black bra, a garter belt with matching black stockings with a seam down the back, and a thong. And her charcoal business suit on the outside, of course. Four-inch heels. Abby meanwhile was in a blue sundress like she often was, and bare-legged, something Portia had tried to convince her more than once wasn't nearly as sexy as hosiery.
Portia pulled her distraught friend in for a big hug as Abby immediately burst into another round of her ongoing tears. Portia rubbed her back and held her friend, knowing that sometimes just being there to provide emotional and physical support was more comforting than any words.
After a minute Abby broke away and complained, "Ten years of marriage."
"I still can't imagine it," Portia said, not sure what to say.
"Oh trust me, I can imagine it very clearly ever since I saw it, I can't get rid of it," Abby bemoaned; try as she might, she'd been totally unable to push the visual of her husband bobbing hungrily on the teen's dick out of her head.
Portia took her hand and led her into the house, "Can I get you a drink?"
"Whiskey," Abby answered.
"Single or double?" Portia offered, feeling so sorry for her friend, as she slipped out of her heels.
"Definitely a double please," Abby said, removing her own heels before following Portia into the kitchen.
"Coke or Sprite?" Portia asked, as she went to her well-stocked liquor cabinet, as she often hosted gatherings at her home.
"Coke."
"Jack or Gibson's?"
"Jack."
"You sure? Last time you drank JD you ended up telling me all about your sex life," Portia pointed out.
"You mean my lack of one?" Abby countered, recalling her last birthday party and the endless drinks Portia had poured her that by the end had contained a dash of Coke more for color than anything else.
"Exactly," Portia nodded, as she poured the drinks.
"That night he got very lucky," Abby said, "but it wasn't making love, it was anger sex."
"So... who will you favour today then?" Portia asked pointedly but without undue emphasis, handing Abby a drink.
Abby downed the entire double without a breath it seemed, before handing the glass back to Portia and requesting, "Another, please."
"As you wish," Portia acceded, even though she was a little concerned about Abby getting too drunk and doing something stupid. She poured her another drink, allowing her only a single this time, before they headed into the living room.
"So, are you divorcing him?" Portia asked.
"Do I have a choice?" Abby asked, the tears beginning to flow again, as she slumped down on the couch.
Portia sat beside Abby and put a hand on her knee and said, "Of course you do. You shouldn't make a rash decision based on an initial rush of emotion, especially one about such a long-standing marriage."
"To a cock sucking faggot," Abby snapped, her words dripping with venom.
Portia was shocked at the sentiment, but even more at the swearing, something she had never heard from the sweet kindergarten teacher's mouth except when she'd had a few drinks. She'd apologized once last year for saying 'damn' when she stubbed her toe.
Portia asked, "What did Jack say?"
"He stammered an apology."
"Then what?"
"I asked how long it had been going on."
"And?"
"Six months," Abby revealed," "six fucking months literally, pardon my swearing." Even worse! This had been going on for half a year.
"Oh my," Portia empathized.
"Yeah," Abby sighed heavily before adding, Portia the only person she felt comfortable telling everything to, "and he's been taking it in the ass."
"He said that?" Portia asked, still feeling shocked by all she was hearing.
"He didn't say much at all. But that kid Joey was happy to throw it in my face," Abby said, recalling the teen standing there not bothering to put his dick away as Jack scrambled to get up, the kid arrogantly offering her his admittedly impressive cock.
"No way," Portia gasped.
"Yeah, the teen offered to fuck me as well, 'to get the whole happy family in on the act'," Abby continued, replaying the crazy experience where she had stood there trying to contain her rage and despair while the unconcerned teen had placidly stroked his cock and leered at her while offering to 'fuck you too.'
"Maybe you should have," Portia said, an idea popping into her head. Maybe my good friend could be my turn number three! She quickly pushed the idea out of her head, as she didn't want to take advantage of Abby when she was so vulnerable... although it was tempting. Abby knew she was bi, and Portia had offered on numerous occasions to help Abby explore the other side, but the shy sweetheart, who had only ever had sex with her husband, had always declined. Fortunately the issue had never stood in the way of their close friendship, it was just an offer remaining on the table while life went on.
"I actually did think about it," Abby said with a slight smile, "his dick was a lot bigger than Jack's."
Portia knew that Jack had a small cock, Abby had admitted as much years ago during a girl's night when too much wine was drunk. "How much bigger?" Portia asked.
"I didn't ask him or measure it," Abby joked and added, "but substantially bigger."
"That would be a great revenge," Portia said. "You could finally see what you're missing, and Jack couldn't even complain."
"Interesting idea: I could cuckold the jerk," Abby seized on it, the idea of making him watch while she got fucked by a bigger dick seemed rather appealing... a fitting revenge.
"I can't believe you even know what that 'C' word means," Portia laughed, truly surprised to hear such an unconservative term coming from her friend's lips.
"I'm not totally insulated, I do watch porn," Abby pointed out. Truth was, as her and Jack's sex life had gotten more and more boring and predictable, and since she'd never been with another man, she had become curious about what a bigger dick would feel like, especially after seeing some monsters in action online.
"Really? I'm impressed. What kind of porn?"
"Mostly hetero, I'm sorry to tell you," Abby teased, recalling that Portia had offered her lesbian services on more than a couple of occasions.
"Mostly," Portia pounced, giving her friend's leg a knowing squeeze.
"'Hot and Mean' is a cool Brazzers series," Abby smiled, having indeed watched not only some lesbian sex, which she didn't mind telling Portia about, but had also gotten off magnificently to a few lesbian seduction scenes, which she wouldn't dare admit to Portia, as it would only offer her a green light. Also something she didn't feel like telling her friend: she'd had more than a few fantasies, and even some sex dreams where Portia had seduced her. However, a secret that Portia did know was that she'd never come from having sex... neither oral nor penetration... her orgasms only coming from her fingers and her rabbit vibrator (the one Portia had bought her when she learned of 'this tragedy', Portia's words).
"When you watch, do you imagine yourself the seducer or seductee?" Portia asked, realizing the opportunity to finally seduce her dear friend may have arrived, and that there was no doubt Abby would benefit greatly if she succeeded, 'just what the doctor ordered,' so to speak.
"I plead the fifth," Abby replied cautiously, realizing she may have just opened the door to a fresh attempt from her rather aggressively sexual friend. What she didn't know was whether she was certain she didn't want her to succeed this time. Truth was, at first she had been shocked by her friend's advances, then later she felt flattered, and by now it had evolved into a fun, playful game that popped up from time to time. Yet during the past few months, ironically ever since Portia had stopped actively flirting with her, she had to admit, if only to herself, she'd become more and more curious.
For Abby, the lesbian porn she watched seemed more realistic than the heterosexual version. The all-female orgasms seemed more authentic, raw and real. In other words, nobody was faking, like she did every time Jack fucked her (before she trudged to the washroom to finish off what he hadn't). Which made her wonder if Jack at least finished off his male paramour.
Portia smiled, "I'll take that as you prefer being the pet."
"Meow," Abby responded playfully, and then wondered why she did that. She then added, to move the focus away from the lesbian talk, "Mostly I watch porn where guys with big dicks fuck the hell out of the girls."
"Black dicks?" Portia asked, having long been a connoisseur of dicks of all races, and having had a couple of gloriously huge black cocks really dominate her. Although she was a dominant with the girls she seduced or fucked, she was almost always submissive with the men.
"Sometimes black," Abby shrugged playfully, as she thought of the video of Carolyn Sweets taking two black cocks in a scene called 'Paying his Debts', as she added, "They do say once you go black..."
"There happens to be some truth to that," Portia agreed, before adding, "although I've also had some very large white dick, and the biggest one I ever had was attached to a Muslim whose skin was very dark, but he wasn't what we normally call a black man."
"How big?" Abby asked, having become a fantasy size slut.
"I'm not sure, to tell you the truth, but definitely more than ten inches," Portia answered, using her hands to show the size she remembered.
"So more than twice the size of my needle dick," Abby quipped.
"And more than twice as thick," Portia added.
"I need me one of those," Abby sighed, thinking it would be nice for sex to actually make her come, for her to be fucked like a porn star so hard she lost herself in it.
"I may be able to help you with that," Portia said, giving her friend one more knowing leg squeeze and thinking of the ten-inch strap-on she kept in her bedroom. She made a decision and stood up.
"You have a black man upstairs?" Abby joked, thinking that if she were to be offered a black cock right now, she would eagerly spread her legs.
"Not upstairs, but I could phone one up if you wish," Portia offered, meaning it.
"That's actually tempting," Abby admitted, deciding it was okay for her to cheat if she wanted to, since the asshole had done it first.
"Hold that thought," Portia smiled. She then added, "I'll be right back."
Abby called back, "I seriously am."
Portia went to her bedroom having decided to go for broke. Part of her wasn't sure this was right, wasn't entirely altruistic, yet she felt compelled to show Abby just how good sex could be, and she had confidence in herself as an amazing pussy pleaser. She removed her dress and thong and attached her biggest strap-on cock, a ten-inch black snake that she rarely found opportunity to use, but loved the results when she did so.
Abby was nervous and excited. Where is Portia going? What's taking her so long up there? What did she mean when she told me, 'I may be able to help you with that'? Is Portia going to hit on me again? Do I want her to? As she pondered all this, she thought she might give in to Portia's advances if they presented themselves, as her bitterness over this morning had her wanting to experience my own cheating moment. One thing was for sure, although she was furious at what she had caught her husband doing, this brief sexual conversation with Portia had gotten her pussy very wet.
Portia headed back downstairs to the living room with a rush of adrenaline. She always enjoyed the thrill of seduction and the satisfaction of completion... yet this time it was different. This time she was confident she wasn't being predatory in the least, she was helping a lost soul who also happened to be a dear friend, by helping her to awaken the sexual being living dormant within her. Portia knew (because Abby had told her) that she'd never come from intercourse, neither oral nor vaginal, and that was just a shame, or as she had told Abby, a 'tragedy'. It was why she'd offered on numerous occasions outwardly playfully but inwardly deadly seriously, to rock her world. She sensed that after so many gentle refusals, today her friend was ready to give her a Yes.
Abby had finished her second drink and looked up to see her friend entering the room wearing nothing but provocative black lingerie and a massive black cock jutting out of her crotch. Immediately her eyes went wide and her pussy tingled. She tried to act casual as she joked, "So you really did have a black cock upstairs."
"I keep him around for emergencies," Portia smiled, sauntering over to Abby.
"Emergencies?" Abby asked, as she stared at the massive, lifelike black cock.
"Yes, your dilemma today is definitely an emergency," Portia added, now standing in front of her cute friend.
"How so?" Abby asked, looking up at her good friend, feeling herself almost ready to cross the line she'd resisted all these years.
"Go ahead, Abby, suck my big black cock," Portia ordered softly.
Abby joked, "I'm not used to encountering anything remotely this big."
"There's always a first time for everything," Portia encouraged her. "Let's make your black cock fantasy come true."
"It does look pretty real," Abby admitted as she reached out a hand to stroke the fake cock.
"It's modeled to be as close to the real thing as possible," Portia added.
"I'm not sure we should be doing something like this," Abby demurred, although she was really just saying it to tip Portia into taking charge. She had resisted her offers in the past, and although at first she really did have no interest, her curiosity had been increasingly piqued as time went by. Yet, she didn't really want to tell Portia this, she wanted Portia to know her well enough to take control.
Fortunately, Portia could read her good friend very well. She also had much experience in reading women on the verge of turning. She knew without a doubt Abby was ready: all the signs were there. The glazed longing in her eyes, the outer shyness attempting to hide an inner hunger, the slack expression on her face, her quick, shallow breathing. Abby wanted this; Abby needed this; even as she hesitated, she was obviously hoping her experienced friend would make the decision for her. Part of the almost stereotypical pattern that Abby was emulating was that she longed to be beckoned ahead but she feared the possible rejection; so she was frozen, unable to ask for what she wanted, yet unable to back away. Portia knew all this and was going to make it happen. She welcomed her friend forward by ordering, her tone firm but not at all harsh, "Suck it, Abby, suck my cock." Then after a brief pause added, "Now!"
Abby couldn't resist any longer, the invitation had been offered in no uncertain terms. But she was still uncertain of herself, so she continued to feign trepidation; although her mind was saying Thank you! her mouth said, moments before taking the cock inside, "I can't believe I'm doing this."
Portia smiled as she watched Abby take her cock in her mouth. She purred, "Ah, but you are doing it, and I'm very pleased. That's it Abby, suck my cock."
Abby was so grateful for the order. She had hinted to Jack many times how she wanted to be told what to do in the bedroom, but he was too dim to understand, or maybe he was a submissive faggot without the balls to be a real man. She began to bob slowly on this massive cock that was stretching her mouth wide.
Portia let her friend suck the cock for a couple minutes before she drew back and ordered, "Remove your dress, Abby."
Abby allowed the cock to slip out of her mouth as she looked up and asked, not at all reluctantly this time, "Are we really going to do this?"
Portia smiled, pulling Abby up from the couch and answering the question with an embrace and a kiss.
Abby melted gratefully into Portia. The kiss was tender and sweet, so much more intimate than it had ever been with Jack.
Portia loved kissing a woman and knew how effectively the power of a kiss could melt a tentative woman and assist her in crossing the invisible line separating heterosexual from bisexual.
The kiss lasted precisely two-and-a-half minutes. No more, no less. Portia's tongue eventually slipped into Abby's mouth and began exploring; Abby soon followed suit, venturing into her own tongue archeology. For both women, the kissing triggered tinglings down below.
Portia, knowing this seduction was different than almost any other, decided to do something she rarely did... she decided to please her prey first. She finally broke the kiss and lifted Abby's dress off of her as Abby's entire body quaked.
Portia tossed the dress aside and admired, "You have an amazing body, Abby."
"So do you," Abby responded, looking Portia up and down in her lingerie.
Portia placed her hands on Abby's hips, took hold of her panties and pulled them down her legs. Once they were off, she looked at Abby's hairy pussy and said, "Your pussy appears to be very wet, Abby, it looks like a rainforest in there."
Abby admitted, "It is, and that's all because of you."
"Why?" Portia asked, wanting to get Abby expressing herself.
"I've refused you many times, but you remained my dearest friend. Today I want you to fuck me and for our friendship to become something even more; today I'm longing for you to take me," Abby professed, 'longing' being the perfect word to express how much she wanted to feel that big cock inside her, but also to feel an intimacy with Portia she'd always before shied away from for some insane reason.
"From now on we'll always be closer than before, Abby. Do you 'long' for me to fuck that wet cunt of yours?" Portia asked, loving the 'C' word, as she reached out a finger and traced her friend's wet pussy lips.
"Yes," Abby moaned at her touch.
"Yes, what?" Portia pursued as she continued tracing the wet pussy lightly with her finger, a common seduction technique to prompt the prey into saying words she usually wouldn't dare to utter.
"Yes, please," Abby replied, her head going light at the teasing touch.
"Tell me what you long for Abby, say the words," Portia ordered her, sliding a finger inside the wet cunt, "Tell me where you want this big cock."
Abby finally caught on and moaned loudly, "I want you to fuck my cunt with that big black cock."
"That's better," Portia said, pulling her finger out and bringing it to her mouth, sucking off her friend's wetness and crooning, "Mmmmmm, you taste delicious."
"Jack doesn't think so," Abby responded, Jack complaining on the rare occasions he had reason to comment, that it tasted like fish.
"I guess he prefers gooey cum," Portia said as she playfully toppled Abby onto the couch, lowered herself before her and reached out to spread her legs. "I, on the other hand, love the sweet nectar of a wet cunt like yours."
Abby watched in silent awe as her good friend, her best friend, lowered her head between her legs and began licking. The awe was doubled by the pleasure immediately cascading through her body as Portia's tongue seemed to know everything about bringing pleasure to a pussy.
For a couple minutes Portia explored her friend's pussy, teasing her relentlessly with a mixture of licking and pressure points, even as she enjoyed the exotic, intoxicating scent of her friend's pussy, captured so well by the abundance of hair... the same reason she didn't shave hers... she knew her scent always captivated her innocent virgin pussy-pleaser wannabees and turned them into cunt-hungry eager beavers.
Abby moaned, "Oh God, Portia, don't stop."
"Don't stop what?" Portia asked, always desiring her pets, especially the shy ones, to learn to express themselves. Meanwhile she parted her friend's pussy lips with long, thick tongue strokes... her tongue a paintbrush of cunnilingual art.
"Don't stop eating my wet cunt, you fucking tease," Abby replied with a giggle, trying out two words she never used. "Are you trying to turn me into a potty-mouthed slut?"
"Mmmmmm," Portia moaned, "only if you want to be," as she suddenly attacked her friend's clit with her lips while sliding a finger easily inside the sopping wet cunt.
"Oh God yes, eat my cunt, finger fuck me, oh shit," Abby babbled, her orgasm rising quickly, a sensation she'd never felt with someone else. Could I finally be approaching my first orgasm from actual sex?
Portia, knowing her friend was nearing an apocalyptic explosion and wanting to provide her first real orgasm, went for her guaranteed orgasm kill as her practiced finger easily found her friend's g-spot and tapped on it like a tiny drum.
Abby's inner question was answered just seconds after it had occurred to her as her g-spot, which she'd always thought a myth, was tapped, and her entire body began shaking uncontrollably as her orgasm hit and she screamed, "Oh... my... God... I'm coming! I'm actually coming!!" Although those words were forced out individually between stunted breaths and sexual convulsions, making the crying out of it take almost thirty seconds to complete.
Portia lapped up her friend's tangy twat juice, always loving the taste, always loving to awaken a side of a woman she hadn't known existed... a side she was sure she'd want to explore even further, now that she'd felt the full rapture one woman can give to another.
Before this moment Abby had never had any idea such pleasure existed anywhere, this orgasm a hundred times more intense than any of her own self-induced ones.
Portia, deciding that Abby needed even more, that she needed to discover what it was like to be fucked to multiple orgasms, not just the solitary one she currently thought so miraculous, slipped her finger out of the gushing cunt, lined up her hips and slid her big cock deep inside Abby while she was still coming.
"Oh my God!" Abby screamed, opening her eyes wide as her cunt was stretched immeasurably by the massive black cock.
"You look so fucking hot right now," Portia smiled, gazing into the glazed eyes of her dazed and lustful friend.
"I actually got off, you actually got me off," Abby gasped, stunned, "Jack's never gotten me off, not once in the twelve years since we started dating in high school, but you did it the first time," as the cock slid deeper into her and instead of her orgasm dying away, it accelerated.
"Hang on, 'cause we're just getting started, my sexy slut," Portia promised, as all ten inches disappeared inside the hairy, spasming box.
"Holy fuck," Abby gasped, as she felt so fucking full.
"A little bigger than Mr. Asshole's dick?" Portia asked, as she began slowly fucking her friend.
"It feels like you're taking my virginity," Abby joked, although she wasn't being all that facetious: this was a whole new world! Portia had just made her come for the first time with someone else.
"That I am," Portia agreed, "with my big, black dick," as she kept slowly fucking her.
Her first orgasm hadn't even begun to subside when Abby could feel another rising within her. In addition to never having come from sex, she had also never experienced multiple orgasms even when she was alone... were two impossibilities in a row about to become realizations? She moaned, "Oh yes, please fuck me, Portia."
"That's exactly what I'm doing, pet," Portia teased, as she watched Abby's face displaying her pleasure. Truth was, nothing turned her on more than seeing a woman's vulnerability as she surrendered to the pleasure Portia was giving her.
"No, I don't just mean fuck me hard, please fuck me hard like I'm one of your lesbian sluts, I want you to use me," Abby clarified, trying to make it clear she wanted to be owned.
"Mmmmmmm," Portia smiled, "all in good time," as she picked up the pace and also began to slam harder into her good friend.
"Holy fuck," Abby screamed at the first deep thrust, where ten inches barged into places never before explored.
"Oh yes, you eager slut," Portia purred, "show me how much you love my cock."
"Could you fuck me from behind?" Abby requested, that being a position she'd always wanted to try, but her useless husband always insisted on only the missionary position or her being on top.
"You want to be my pet puppy?" Portia asked playfully, pulling out. "You want to chase my stick? To bury my bone?"
"God, yes," Abby answered, sitting up and tasting her own cunt juice on the cock as she dived forward and popped onto the stick like the bitch in heat she suddenly was.
"I think we've finally awakened your inner slut, and I for one am delighted to make her acquaintance," Portia smiled, watching her friend sucking eagerly.
Abby bobbed for a few seconds before taking the treat out of her mouth and jumping onto the couch on all fours and agreeing, "And your Slut Abby sure as fuck isn't going back into hibernation."
"Once you go chick, who needs a guy's dick?" Portia quipped, a slogan she had dreamed up and was considering trademarking for t-shirts, as she slid into her friend's pussy from behind... her favourite position to fuck someone.
"There you go," Abby moaned as the pleasure captured her. "Who needs men?"
"I've been telling you that for years," Portia pointed out as she began slamming into her, hard.
"Well, now I believe you," Abby moaned loudly, as she closed her eyes and allowed herself to be fucked in a way she'd only ever fantasized about.
And for a few minutes Portia just fucked Abby. Hard. Deep.
Abby moaned and whimpered as the pleasure wrapped her into a cocoon of euphoria. Her second orgasm continued building and building and she babbled, "Oh yes, keep fucking me."
"I'm not stopping till you come all over my cock, you sexy little submissive slut," Portia promised, willing to continue as long as it took, this seduction apparently going to serve as her official workout for the day.
"I'm so close," Abby declared, feeling it bubbling inside her.
"Come now, my silly slut," Portia ordered.
"Silly? No, I'm stupid for waiting so long. More, more name-calling, please more name-calling," Abby moaned, being demeaned adding to her pleasure for some reason.
"Come right now and prove you're my submissive... lesbian... cunt-licking... pet." Portia continued, thrusting hard with each term, noticing Abby's left leg twitching just like a puppy's with each thrust, which she thought was cute.
"Oh, God!" Abby moaned, now bouncing back desperately to meet each of Portia's forward thrusts.
"Fuck yourself, you dirty... bimbo... fuck slut," Portia demanded, "Come right... now... and prove... you're my... little... pet... SLUT!"
"OOOOOOOOOOHH!!!" Abby finally screamed. The name calling, the rightness she felt about being Portia's pet slut had all had their dramatic effects, but Portia's pile-driving order to come had been the final straw, and she achieved her second orgasm in a row.
"Good girl," Portia purred, as she watched Abby collapse forward, shaking uncontrollably from the intensity of the orgasm.
"So good," Abby gasped weakly, as all the energy in her body seemed to be sucked out of her... as if she'd had a Vampire orgasm.
"You're my little slut now," Portia claimed, slowing down.
"God, I hope so," Abby agreed mindlessly, knowing that now that she knew the true pleasure a body could experience through good sex, she could never go back to her small-dicked husband who was always so self-centered in the bedroom. Even if she forgave him she would continue to need Portia, at the very least for serious and regular fuck sessions.
"Good girl," Porta repeated, as she pulled out, quickly unstrapped her harness, flipped Abby easily onto her bum and leaning against the couch, straddled her. "And now it's time for my pet puppy to lap up her treat."
Abby watched while seemingly from nowhere, Portia's hairy pussy appeared above her and like a precious gift from the sky, slowly lowered itself onto her face. She had never once even contemplated doing anything like this until Portia had put the idea in her head some time ago, and even then it had been no more than an idea planted, not a decision made. Yet, as her sex life at home had gotten ever more pitiful, and the porn she found herself watching had gotten hotter, and had lately gotten ever more about girl/girl even before she'd caught Jack with his pants down, by now the idea of licking a pussy had become something she was actively curious about. And as the scent of a woman, Portia's scent, now enveloped her, she wanted nothing more than to taste her.
Portia lowered her pussy onto Abby's face, using her hands on the top of the couch as balance, and without a word of prompting her new pet, her special pet, began licking her. "Good girl," Portia approved, "that's right, lick my cunt like such a good girl."
Abby was stymied at first, trying to clear a path to Portia's pussy lips through the abundance of her pubes, yet once she'd worked her way through and encountered the full taste of Portia's wetness, she was addicted. The scent, the taste, the very act, were all captivating, and this just seemed like a natural progression along the path of who she now was, or perhaps even who she'd always been. She'd always disliked sucking cock and only did it because that was Jack's expectation; she had even swallowed sometimes, but then rushed off to down a coke or something to rid herself of the stale taste. A pussy, at least this pussy, tasted much better... it had a slight tang to it... a little fishy... a little fruity... and completely intoxicating. At first she licked tentatively, getting used to the task and the taste. Yet once she got into it she began licking hungrily... wanting to taste the full flood of Portia's cum and wanting to please her benefactress as well as she had been pleased.
Portia was accustomed to the tentative explorations of a first-time pussy licker, followed by the transition into becoming an eager cunt muncher. The additional excitement because this was both her friend and a long-term target added exponentially to the pleasure now flooding through her. She moaned, "You're a natural cunt licker, Abby."
A rush went through Abby as she absorbed the approval she craved. She licked even faster, stretching a finger inside Portia's cunt as she lapped at the swollen clit.
Portia began shaking at the double attack inside and outside, acknowledging that Abby was indeed a natural, as her orgasm built into a beautiful crescendo and she coated her long-time friend's face with her intense climax. "Fuck!" was all she gasped as she squeezed the couch cushions and allowed the pleasure to overwhelm her.
Abby eagerly licked the cum bubbling down from Portia's cunt like homemade champagne. She knew... no, she said, "This is so wonderful, Portia. From now on whenever you want me to bury my face between your legs, just snap your fingers and I'll be there."
A couple minutes later, Portia climbed off her friend's face and smiled, "Thank you for such a sweet pledge my puppy, and I'll hold you to it. You look so wonderful with my cum all over your face, and I'd love to see you this way very often."
"The term 'facewash' has a whole new meaning for me now," Abby joked, loving this pungent wetness covering her.
"That's hilarious," Portia laughed, before leaning down and kissing Abby, just as the doorbell rang.
"I suppose you should get that," Abby said, when Portia broke the kiss.
"Just like this?" Portia asked, gesturing at her sexy outfit, sans thong.
"Perhaps with a robe," Abby suggested. "Not that it's my place to tell you what to do, but I'm not in the mood to share you right now."
"Perhaps you needn't share me right now," Portia laughed, as she hurried up to her room hearing the doorbell ring again. She threw on a robe and checked her phone and cursed: Crystal had logged another turn just three minutes ago.
Score at 1:42 PM on Saturday:
Scorecard:
Carol: 3
Crystal: 3
Jasmine: 3
Portia: 2
Veronica: 2
She quickly added her own conquest as she headed down to answer the door, striding past Abby, who was still naked and still sexy.
Score at 1:45 PM on Saturday:
Scorecard:
Carol: 3
Crystal: 3
Jasmine: 3
Portia: 3
Veronica: 2
She answered the door and Jack stormed in. "Abby!"
Portia stood aside and watched as he rushed past her and into the living room. "Oh my God!"
Abby responded, "Funny thing you should say that, my faithful husband; that's exactly what I screamed out not five minutes ago when Portia gave me my second of two orgasms, yes two, when you've never given me even one."
Abby felt a sadistic rush when Jack's jaw dropped in dismay. After more than ten years of being treated offhandedly in the bedroom and now being recently betrayed, she couldn't believe how good it felt to see the shocked look on her asshole husband's face.
Across the room Portia requested, "Please pause for a moment my pet, while I show Jack something he can't have." She dropped her robe to the floor to display her elegant, sexy negligee containing her elegant, sexy body, but most particularly her commando luxuriant bush. She then sat down on a chair and opened her legs. She didn't do so in any accessible way like Jack's arrogant teenager had offered his cock to Abby, but rather with the air of an unattainable ice queen, and then said coolly, "Thank you, pet. You may proceed."
Abby knew exactly what she wanted to say. "I guess I need to thank you for getting me so upset that I needed to rush over here for some comforting, Jack, 'cause she sure did a fucking good job not only of comforting me, but even better, of showing me what I've been missing all these years with your inconsiderate treatment in the bedroom and your tiny needle dick!" With that, Abby picked up the strap-on cock and cried out, hurling it at him, "This is a cock!"
Jack took a nervous glance at the half-naked Portia, someone he had long fantasized about bringing into a threesome with his wife, before catching the huge strap-on hurtling towards him that was still quite wet and smelling of fish.
Portia smiled with pride at her friend's sudden fortitude. Recalling her pet's recent pledge, she then snapped her fingers, prompting Abby to continue the humiliation of her stunned husband with, "You'll have to excuse me now, dear husband, I belong to my beautiful Mistress, and she has just summoned me to give her another cunt-licking."
Abby used the term she'd often read in erotica, 'Mistress' deliberately, a term that she found hot and one she wanted to use frequently when addressing Portia, letting her know she was fully on board with the hierarchy that had been created during the past hour. But she also took great pleasure at seeing Jack flinch visibly when she used the term, at the startling revelation that 'his woman' now belonged to someone else.
Portia smiled again at hearing the term 'Mistress' as she opened her legs wide, offering the cheater a brief peek at her hair pie.
Abby turned away from her husband, lowered herself to the floor and crawled sinuously across the room towards her Mistress Portia. She swayed her naked ass enticingly as she crawled away, showing her mortified husband what he could no longer have.
Jack stared stunned, able to clearly see a portion of her generous pubes beneath her ass, still glistening from what he assumed was a recent orgasm from the massive wet cock still in his hands. A cock that was easily twice the size of his own, and twice as thick. As he watched her crawl to Portia, her 'Mistress', and arrive between her spread legs he pondered, Did she fake her orgasms for all these years?
Abby had crawled across the room and reached Portia, then paused and turned to her soon-to-be ex-husband and added, as if reading the suddenly insecure husband's mind, "And I faked every single one of those orgasms you thought you gave me. Each one ever since we met in high school."
Portia asked, gazing frostily at Jack while addressing Abby with a warm voice, "Did you fake either of the two I just gave you, my pet?"
"No, Mistress, they were wonderful... life-changing!" Abby gushed gratefully before leaning forward and beginning to eat her Mistress's pussy right in front of her faggot husband.
Portia enigmatically gazed from one to the other and back again before she moaned, "Good pet, eat your Mistress's cunt."
"So good, Mistress," Abby said between her licks loud enough for Jack to hear.
"Cock sucker," Portia said regally, being fully able to pull off 'regally' even in black commando negligee with her cunt being licked, "bring me back my cock."
Jack obeyed, walking obediently across to the hot, semi-naked woman, and handed it to her, getting a very up close and personal view of his wife licking her Mistress's pussy.
Abby looked up, knowing he was there, her face wet with Portia's pussy juices and told him, "I'll be filing for divorce on Monday, faggot. You can just be happy we didn't have any children to argue over."
Jack begged, "Please, Abby, I'm so sorry."
"This isn't just about six months of cheating on me Jack, although that was the trigger. It's mainly because during all the years we've been together, you've been selfish and inconsiderate in the bedroom, never once asking if I was getting what I needed, although I did everything for you that you ever asked of me.
"I'm leaving you because my Mistress Portia has shown me in just a single hour that there's far more to sex than pleasing an uncaring man and getting nothing out of it in return. With Mistress Portia there's loving and caring, passion, variety, and consecutive mind-blowing orgasms. Goodbye needle dick, and if you dare to contest this divorce I will embarrass the hell out of you in court."
Portia clarified his new reality for him as she reached for the back of Abby's head and pulled her deep into her wetness, "It's over. Abby has given herself to me, body and soul. Now I have some more comforting to do here, so you can see yourself out, Jack... ass."
THE END
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