Spare Me Some Honey

"The Mighty B!"

'Spare Me Some Honey'


WARNING! THIS "THE MIGHTY B!" FANFICTION HAS THINGS IN IT THAT PEOPLE, YES, THAT MEANS YOU, COULD BE OFFENDED BY! MOLESTATION, FEMININE KISSING, LESBIANISM, BRIEF BONDAGE, NUDITY, ORAL SEX AND SOME MILD VIOLENCE! DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU CAN TAKE SUBJECT MATTERS SUCH AS THESE (that is, unless you can't and you force yourself into reading this) BUT, IF YOU DON'T HAVE A PROBLEM WITH ANY OF THIS, YOU MAY, AT YOUR OWN PACE, CONTINUE!

Finally, Bessie was gone. She hadn't come back for a while, and this was great news for Portia and Gwen! Just as they had started in on something, Bessie would come, a fist to slam upon the door, ending it all. It had been an hour since she last stopped by to check upon them, and her hive, and the two friends knew they were finally at peace. Gazing about the room, Portia eyed everything, everything she couldn't touch. Eyes flicking this way and that, here, there, and everywhere. She longed to touch...everything! Suddenly, something caught her eye. Gwen, reclined and relaxing, silky, black hair, smooth skin, ever so tanned lightly. It came to her, very quick. Portia didn't have time to stop herself from the thoughts, as soon as they came, they stayed. 'I want her.' Portia thought, gazing at her, one leg crossed about the other. 'I want you! So bad!' Her very words of thought pounded against her eardrums, until she thought she would go mad! Or had she? Though, Portia had spent time with Gwen, not much like this, alone, in a foreign, intangible, yet tangible environment, an atmosphere, never meant to be disturbed, items of untouchables. Whatever reason drove her to thinking these things, fantasizing what she had been suddenly imagining herself doing, it was almost maddening! Even tearing her hair out seemed appealing! Gwen had noted her staring for a while, and was becoming most curious. 'Why is she staring at me that way?' Gwen asked herself, thoughts racing. 'She's looking over here.' Portia thought, cheeks getting pink. 'Now her face is pink!' Shrieked the mind of Gwen, puzzled. 'Oh! I need her! I need you!' Portia could clearly tell Gwen wasn't thinking quite what she, herself had been, and was glad. She would be able to test her will, and how far she would be wiling to go! Portia then came up with an idea, and her heart rate picked up. She knew just how to win her over, her dear, sweet friend, to be hers!

Portia walked to her, Gwen enjoying a cup of cocoa. Peering up, she caught sight of lust in her eyes. "Girl, what's with you? You've staring at me like that the whole day!" Indeed, it was true! Portia could tell she was, not at all ready! "We've been here for a few days...and, I've been thinking, of something...fun, to do." Said Portia, her mind reeling, Gwen catching the sight of her curling fingers. "Oh I know what you mean!" Gwen had, no idea, at all! Portia knew this. "Do you...really?" In that moment, Gwen heard a certain tone in her voice. It was, so familiar, but something was, drastically different. Gwen couldn't put a finger on it, she knew something in the tone of voice was off. The certain desire in her eyes, the vocal tone burning with some sort passion she had never heard, it made her nervous. She was going to be even more frightened in a few minutes! Portia was by this point, quite tense, hands trembling. "Is there something wrong? You don't look too good." "Gwen!" Portia was by now, out of breath, voice tremmorus, almost going mad in her need, tears even sitting in the base of her eyes. "There's been something, I've been wanting do with you, ever, since we got here!" Gwen settled her cocoa, and focused her attention to her friend. "I'm not sure if I can go another...single, minute without it!" She began to pant, caught up in imagining all of the lustful glory. "Come on. Just tell me already!" Gwen had been thinking of something else entirely, not expecting, in the least, what Portia willed of her. "I...I need, I need you!" As she spoke, she could feel blood entering her eyes, the strain, almost too much for her! "What are you talking about?" Gwen wasn't expecting, that! But, what? What was it she wanted? Why her? Why? What was this she had been speaking of? "Don't play dumb Gwen! I can't wait any longer! I want you! I want you so bad, it's driving me mad! I have, to have you...now!" Gwen had no time to react. All of the sudden, she found herself thrust from her position and on to the floor, collapsing. What was more surprising was when she discovered an ood taste in her mouth, and, moving! Opening her eyes, she was shocked to find Portia atop, and, kissing her! Gwen, entangled by brief fright, pulled away, but Portia held her there, engaged within her mouth, suckling upon her tongue, lapping up her savory oral juices. Gwen felt her face get hot as the blood ran to her head, dazed, dumbfounded, at a complete loss of realization. Her nails dug into her arms, causing pain, Gwen squirming at the sensation, fearful she might just slice her open! The more she squirmed, the more Portia wanted her, sliding further down her throat. Gwen, though not knowing just what had been going through the mind of her friend, never pushed her away, even though strange, she found her body tingling, breath picking up, and...beginning to like it, giving in. Portia then felt a response as another tongue began to brush against hers, Portia moaned, chills running up and down her body, wanting her, even more. Gwen, after testing herself with their kiss, found that, for some odd reason, she, liked it, though, still nervous, liked it! As they departed, Gwen soon started gasping to catch a breath. Her head was spinning. Why? Why did she, give in? "Wh...what...was, that...about?" Gwen questioned, gazing toward Portia in an endless trance, her nerves still firing off tingling sensations beneath her skin. "I, don't know." Portia, indeed had a thought. Perhaps, she had been spending too much time with Gwen, and their friendship was taken to a new level, or maybe, she had just gone insane. Regardless, she loved the feeling. "What, ever it is, I...think, I think I liked it." Gwen said truthfully, though, inside, she was aching in question, very nervous about this mess of emotion. "There's more where that came from." Portia now felt blood racing though her veins, adrenaline, lust. Pulling her over, Portia eyed her body, holding her close, loving her warmth, blushing in reaction to bodily heat. Gwen liked it too, but there was still that doubt at the back of her mind, Portia could sense it. A sinister smile creeped over her face, frightening Gwen a little more. "Wh, why are you looking at me like that?" She asked, a sharp shot of adrenaline surging through her system. Portia leaned to her closer, settling a hand on her chest, fingers wriggling in her fabrics, feeling her young torso. Her heart rate jumped up, and so did that of Portia! Her face grew to a faint pink, feeling herself being touched in this manner. "Portia!" Gwen shrieked, flinching at her touch. Portia pulled away a tad, but still held her hand near her center. "What?" Portia, she could tell a little agitated, the tone of brief discontent in her voice. Her hands started to tremor again. "Make it quick!" She snapped. "I'm not sure, what you're trying to do, but, please...don't stop. It sure is making me feel good!" Portia caressed her harder, sweat beginning to trickle down her head as the lust rose inside of her veins, her other hand now starting to wander over her stomach. Gwen felt her face get warm and pink, this strange sensation making her breathes shudder inside of her lungs, she growing slightly weak in the muscles, her knees even started to give out under the shock wave of certain arousal she had never in her life experienced before, it was almost luring her into a trance of sleepful arousal as her eyelids began to sweep over her eyes. It felt like she were hypnotizing by her finger work! But, she wasn't. It was deeper than hypnotism, stronger than hypnotism. It was seduction. "I sure won't! In fact, this is just the first step!" She let her nails sink in, now causing Gwen some pain. She slowly took in her words, and her eyes slowly fluttered open. "You're, not...not saying..." Gwen thought of when she attacked her with her kiss, and now, what her hand had been doing, stimulating nerves in a now highly sensitive part on her chest. Portia gazed at her, almost glaring, nodding. "That is what I'm saying!" She cocked her brow slightly, and a shudder ran through the body of Gwen. Though, feeling her touching her young chest, really did feel good, she was clearly aware of her sharp nails, and the fact she was stronger than her, more malicious than herself! They were just friends! Gwen surly didn't feel like going...that far with a friend! They were, just close friends!

Or were they? Seeing Portia and the new side to her, Gwen began to question their friendship. Though they had occasionally messed around with each other in the past, this, was, verging upon insanity! That, was just curiosity, curiosity that got the best of two female friends. But this! This was, was just, maddening! "Well, we...have done things..." Gwen mused, thinking back. "Yeah." Portia sneered, now running her fingers through her dark hair. Her lightest touch made her grimace and cringe. "...but, don't you think this is, too far?" Portia tensed, pulling upon her hair. This wasn't the response she had been hoping for! "Listen Gwen!" Portia snapped, pushing her to the floor, pinning her arms down. "You don't know how long I've been wanting to do this!" She spoke through gritted teeth, her pearly whites, aching at the pressure. "Okay. Easy girl!" Gwen was by now, really unsure of doing anything with her by now! "Ever since I got here, I've been dreaming of this moment! I want to kiss you, rub you down, and make out with you so bad!" Saliva building up between her teeth, when she spoke, it came forth, landing upon the scared face of Gwen, rosy in fright and embarrassment. Her eyes glistened, tears of fear filling to the brim, her breath shuddering. "If I have to wait, one, more, day...I will have to tie you up, and force you to..." Gwen had never, ever heard her speak to her this way! "Alright! Alright! Just let go of me!" She squealed, cutting Portia off. Portia could sense she was reluctant to engage in her activities, but still willing, Portia liked it. Her unwilling nature. "What will it take to get you in the mood?" Asked the very lustful Portia, letting herself up. "Just...g, give me a minute. Please." Though Portia surly didn't want to wait, this gave her time to think about just what she wanted to do to her. "Alright. But, only, a minute! You know how I don't like to wait!" Slowly, the seconds passed, Portia needed a way to divert her attention, distraction of some kind! Gazing around, she found the flower upon the table, took a sniff, her mouth watered. She opened her mouth and tasted the plant, allowing her tongue to go wild upon its center, wanting, longing, needing, imagining Gwen. The flavor alone was enough to give her a physical reaction, a slight itch within her female areas. Practice, makes perfect! It was only a minute! A minute of waiting! The sweet flavor almost drove her insane! She needed another distraction from the orgasm of her taste buds. Looking around in a hateful lust, she found three sashes upon the wall. Without hesitation, she took one down, and brought up, running it impatiently upon her aching feminine hindquarters, eyebrows tight upon her skin, eyes closed so hard, she almost worried they would just split right open! Images running through her mind, dreaming of Gwen, caressing her, licking her, arousal, growing. A small moan escaped her throat, leaping out at the ears of Gwen, she catching sight of Portia and her odd, but tasteful behavior. Gwen turned around and watched her. When suddenly, a strange feeling ran through her body. She was still nervous, but now, she liked what she saw! Such naughty behavior! Seeing this gave her a certain tingling itch in the feminine parts of her own. Portia moaned a little louder, her movements speeding up a bit, breathing heavy, face getting red. A small grin perked upon her face at these new feelings she had inside of her. "Portia." She called. Nothing, though, the sound of her voice rang in her ears, she moaned much louder. Though she was ready, the longer she had to wait, the more she suffered. Gwen walked to her, when out of no where, Portia hit her with the sash, then sprang out, screaming, sweaty, and oh so hungry.

Pouncing upon her friend, she continued to shout at her, holding the sash high above her head. "I can't wait anymore!" She screamed, face blood red, veins pulsing furiously, Gwen even afraid they might just burst and flood out upon her. "I have to have you! I need you Gwen! Need you! I need you now!" She then struck her over the head with the sash. "I think I do too!" Yelled Gwen, though, she was way less than half heartedly agreeing, the sensations of desire running through her lower areas, she also fearing the pain of whipping fabric. "You think, or you do?" Yelled Portia, hitting her again. "I do! I do!" Cried Gwen, now, really not liking this new treatment of her delicate skin. "You better want me Gwen!" Finally, Portia held her down, pinning herself on top her legs, rendering her helpless. Holding down her arms, she gazed into her eyes, and knew she was still a bit nervous, she could smell the adrenaline, and she loved it. "Still nervous?" She gasped, almost out of breath with the lust. "Yeah! After you pounced on me!" Another harsh smack over the head. "Good! More fun for me!" Another whipping. "Stop hitting me!" Gwen squealed, fighting away tears of pain. "You let me go first! Only then will I stop!" Three more smacks, increasing adrenaline. "Alright! Alright! Okay!" She wailed, squirming to get out of reach of her weapon. Portia let her up, but grabbed her arm, just in case she was going to flee away. "Get undressed! NOW!" Portia snarled, baring her teeth in a wicked, nasty, and cruel smile. Quickly, Gwen obeyed her, fearing another harsh painful lashing. Just watching her pull up her shirt was enough to make Portia moan. She couldn't resist! Leaping, she embraced her lower portions, running her nails down her fabric. She suddenly gripped and pulled, tugging teasingly, eyeing her skin, making her mouth water. She couldn't help but to give her a soft lick over her leg. Gwen flinched at the feeling, Portia, wincing slightly. "You're so sweet." Portia sneered, gazing up at her. Gwen felt her face get pink. She was now all over bare, feeling surely unsure of all this, for sure. She took in a breath, soaking in her fear. "Who...goes first?" A quite fearful Gwen asked, voice clearly in distress, crackling and quivering. "You." Sneered Portia, narrowing her eyes. Face, a ruby red. Pain erupted out of her ribcage as her heart pounded painfully. Though, she knew she was willing, still, the thought she would be forced into this, if no avail to the actions of her friend! Just that idea alone made her sweaty. "I can tell you're nervous, so you get it first!" Portia was now becoming rather cruel in her tone, only making matters worse for Gwen. "Lie down Gwen!" Almost shoving her to the floor, Portia gripped her hard upon the arms, her hot tongue licking her neck, making Gwen shudder.

Upon the ground, Gwen was driven to her limit, and almost reduced to tears, Portia licking her upon her young chest. "Alright! Get ready Gwen! Get ready for some fun! Get ready to squirm Gwen! Prepare to scream! Prepare to cry! Prepare to beg for mercy! It's going to feel so good, you'll be begging for me to stop, and trust me, I'll find a way to make you scream!" Gwen now whimpered a bit, for something so pleasurable, she made it...sound, so...horrible! Her eyes began to tear in fear. Though she knew Portia wouldn't hurt her, what she had been planning sounded like torture! Why? Why had she ever agreed to do this? Despite the fact Portia would have forced her to do it, she didn't know which was worse! Seduction from a friend and being forced by another, or being seduced by yourself and forced into by your own decisions! She knew Portia wouldn't hurt her...would she? Her thoughts quickly raced through her mind as she felt a jolt of charge run through her body, chills up and down, then like a flash flood, they vanished. She suddenly felt something wet scraping her lower feminine parts, that pushed her over the edge. Her eyes clamped shut, tears running away from her ducts, her muscles started to spasm, throwing back her head and let Portia have it. A scream. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head in this series of sensations, joy, fear, tension, panic, tender passion and lust. Tears of pleasure, yet, tears of fright, and saddened emotions ran down her face as she felt what was going on between her body and mind. Her body loved it, but her mind loathed it. She had never, ever felt anything like this! Despite the fact, she truly did enjoy what she had been feeling, she had never expected...this from a female, and such a close friend! Nor did she expect it to be...this bad, this intense! Gwen tried, as hard as she could to ignore the feelings she had, but, though she had, indeed felt pleasure like just what had been happening, it had not, once, been exposed to it in full, this depth, this type of sensation, this manner, this intensity, and with another! She didn't know which was worse! Enjoying another female, a dear loyal friend engaged in yourself, or the panic of allowing yourself to be swayed to another's will! She was torn between the love, peace and pleasures of heaven and the hatred, cruelty and tortures of hell, refuse to surrender, strung out until ripped apart. It was so hard for her to breathe! She surely thought she was going to die upon the floor, slowly suffocating in the toxins of a feverish lust, all of the pleasure, overstimulating her, to the pont of insanity. "Portia!" The young female cried, still battling herself in the tourment of emotions, trying her best to resist all of the overwhelming stimuli, the sexual tensions, those erotic needs, the emotions she had boiling inside of her, her lustful urges, the heated arousals. "Portia! I, I'm not s...I'm not sure...if, I can...take, this!" She began to beat upon the floor, wailing, locked in a screaming rage at the lustful tortures and bruises of sexual agonies. Portia hit every single one of her nerve endings, causing her, so much lustful aching pleasure and ecstasy, it hurt, to the point of almost a physical level of torture. It was a physical torture! "Too late Gwen! I've waited far too long for this, and I'm not stopping until I get what I deserve!" She went back to lapping her up, poor Gwen still crying and convulsing in a pleasured torture of pain. "P, Por...Portia! Portia! I can't! I...can't stand, it Portia! Portia...please! Please! I...can't...take it! Please Portia! Stop!" Her pleading was getting her nowhere. It only drove Portia deeper. "I know, you like it, Gwen! Don't, stop screaming!" Snarled Portia, giving her a smack over the head with the soiled sash. "Keep screaming! Keep begging! It's really turning me on!" Back in, Gwen found herself tingling all over, as she now ran up and down her quarters, hitting nerves she had never known even existed! "Portia! You're...you're killing...me Portia! Please, stop!" This, was quite true. Her head was spinning, the room swirling about her, and it wouldn't stop moving! The erotic tension and strain, simply, too much for her, the emotions, too out of control, her heat, so high she thought surely she was dying, the arteries pulsating so hard it hurt, she frightened they would just burst, heart pounding so hard and fast she felt that it would rupture, her blood must have been boiling beneath her veins, her head throbbed, she, feeling feverish, it was worse than chicken pox! Portia knew she was at her peak of pleasure, and she herself had been doing her best. Portia knew she was the sort of person who possessed the evil power of pleasuring one, until the tenderness becoming torture, the point at which pleasure, became pain, and love became something to loath. Portia began her next agonizing method, sliding herself inside so deep and her strokes, so tender and loving, feeling her wet slab of hot, slimy, lubricated flesh scraping over her female nerves endings, her hot breath brushing ever so lightly across her, teeth, ever so delicately caressing against highly sensitive nerves, the pleasure became pain, true, agonizing torture! So...much...PAIN! "I'm, begging you! Pl, please, stop! I'm, gonna...die!" Gwen cried, now experiencing true physical pain. "Good!" Sneered Portia. "You, might as well, enjoy it, while you can!" Portia said in a very lustful, and dangerous threatening tone, continuing to lick her. "It's, going to get, very painful, in a minute!" She was now, very cruel to her best friend, torturing her, abusing her, killing her softly, yet being quite harsh in her movements, stroking, caressing, lubricating, teasing, taunting, eventually, sliding deep into her, so far, Gwen was terrified that she would just split her open! It was most surprising when Portia started nibbling upon her, and she suddenly gave a loud pained shriek as Portia bit down upon her, the collection of nerve endings sending sharp sparks of agony and pleasure throughout her body. Every stroke drove her closer to insanity, and Portia began nibbling her areas with even more fericity. Her breathes became erratic, trembling, hot and heavy. Portia moved higher upon her feminine regions, poor Gwen lost in a screaming fit, crying, gleeful, yet horrified, as she now felt Portia using every one of her fingers to pleasure. "Oh...Portia! Please! Please! Portia! Stop! S, stop! Stop!" She struck her again, breaking her trance slightly. Suddenly, it wasn't as bad, the pain, distracting, and almost, almost pleasurable. She could actually take it, but only for a moment, and in flash, the wave of agony came back, hitting her twice as hard as before as Portia moved her fingers al throughout her body, striking a new set of unstimulated nerve endings, some sort of sounds in the air, high pitched, someone screaming. "Portia! You...you're going to...kill me!" Gladly, Portia lashed over her again, now, she caught up in a moment of rage. Gwen was SO sure she would die from this! Gwen listened to that strained pained voice. Who was it? No one else was there except herself and Portia! That's when she made her connection. It couldn't have been anyone else! Those wails of defeat, agony...herself! She continually beat her, now suckling upon her, and finally, one long, loud fatal scream as Portia began to chew upon her feminine areas, and, just as quickly as it had first happened, it ended just as quick, she was spent, and Portia eagerlingly lapped her up, eating her alive, licking her out until dry.

Gwen caught her breath, her heart slowing, her mind still spinning, laying in a pool of sweat, those screams still pounding her ear drums. 'I'm dead.' Gwen thought. 'I have to be dead! I have to be! After that, I must be dead!' Lying there, head burning, blood rushing. "P...Portia." She gasped, nearly choking upon her own words. "I warned you Gwen! I told you it was going to be wicked!" She sneered, licking off the fluids from her lips. "There's, also...a part two!" Portia said, swiping her fingers over the small puddle upon the floor, to lick it away, then, to give Gwen another sloppy, soiled, lubricated kiss. Part...TWO? No! She couldn't handle any more! Her heart would certainly rupture, she would die if she had to endure any more torture, no matter how much she liked it! "Please Portia! No more! No more please! Please! Don't make me suffer through that again!" She squealed in a raspy winded voice, lying flat on her back, sweaty, a red face, tears streaming down from her eyes. Though, she did love it, it was just, way too much at once! "You're in luck Gwen! Don't worry. You'll get your revenge soon enough." Suddenly, Portia stripped down herself, quickly positioning herself, begging for her torture, a lust for her to seek vengeance, longing for her defeat. "Alright. You asked for it! Now, you're gonna get it!" She was surprisingly energetic after having endured that, pleasurable horror! "I've, never done this before, but I'll give you my best!" Gwen shuddered at this, seeing her friend, realizing she was going to be doing the same as to what she put her through. But she knew Portia was stronger than herself, slowly, she lowered herself, Portia placing her hands upon her head. "Come on Gwen! Hit me with your best shot! Eat me alive!" Portia shrieked between her gritted teeth, shoving her forward, fingers curling in her dark hair. Gwen wasn't as nervous now, freeing herself from the horrors she had just endured and gaining the awareness she was going to do the same to her. She knew she was un experienced in this behavior, and hopefully, wouldn't inflict too much pain upon Portia. A smile came over her face as her thought took root in her brain. Licking her lips, she peered up at her. "Alright girl! Prepare to taste my wrath!" "Oh, I'm ready!" Portia now could feel that burning agony in her chest. Slowly, but surely, she slid out her tongue, smelling her, lubricating her mouth.

A few fast flicks, and Portia was out! She groaned, and struck the floor with the sash. This, though slowing her, hearing that startling noise, didn't stop her. She started in again, causing Portia to go into a gasping fit. Unlike Gwen, Portia had experience, but that didn't stop her from nearly losing her mind as she vividly felt Gwen pleasuring her. "Gwen!" She shouted. This, made her stop, recalling her past endurment. "I can't believe you've never done this! You're good! Very good!" The pink from her face faded. Slowly, she began to enjoy it, getting faster, deeper, absorbing her taste, slowly beginning to like her flavoring. "Oh! Gwen! Gwen! You're a natural! Keep it up!" Portia was obviously skilled at keeping her sanity through this, for Gwen lost it on the first stroke! She had been anticipating the sensations of her tongue! Of course she could hold out longer! Portia leaned back a bit, placing a hand upon her head, digging her nails in deep, and pulling, scratching her scalp. Gwen felt the brief pain, but still didn't stop with her assault. "You, like it, girl?" Gwen sneered through brief lickings, now becoming more hateful. All she got was a long moan. She knew she must have been doing something right. An idea popped into her head. Gwen took two fingers and placed them inside of Portia, moving the strokes of tongue to a now very sensitive collection of nerves. Twice as pleasurable, doubling her expectations of Gwen. "Oh Gwen!" Shrieked the one above her, sweat dripping from very pore, muscles growing tense as she shuddered at the new found agony as the sensations increased. Portia almost fell over backward! "Gwen! Yes! Yes!" Portia yelled, squirming at the feel of fingers digging in deep into her core, and tongue soothing her flesh. "Yes! Gwen! Don't stop! You hear me? Don't stop! Oh, Gwen! You're, the...greatest!" it was almost painful for Portia to admit this to Gwen, however, she felt it was nessecarry to provoke further actions. Gwen could feel her temperature rise, her flattering words, a physical wave of ecstasy. This provoked her, going in deeper, licking her harder, just as Portia planned. Gwen, though somewhat used to it, was often burdened by Portia narcissistic flatterings of herself. All too much, Gwen felt put down by how much Portia would overdose herself upon her achievements and good looks, but, hearing those words made this moment very special. Feeling just how lubricated Portia was, she continued her lappings in the first position. Tasting her juices, she felt the need to compromise. "No. You are!" Gwen raised her voice involuntarily, the sweet taste of nectar, forcing her to a mental and emotional orgasm. "You, are the greatest!" Shouted Gwen, emphasizing her point. Her words drove Portia closer to spilling over the edge. Gwen came high upon her body, forcing Portia to her back, but she never once ceased with her finger work. Suddenly, she started licking the sweat from her hot face, causing Portia to squirm and moan. "Oh! You're a naughty girl!" Shouted Portia at the top of her lungs, eyes rolling to the back of her head. Gwen started feeling her ten year old torso, and Portia let out a scream. "You like that?" Asked the now lust driven Gwen, a certain dangerous tone to her voice. "Or is it too much for ya?" The only response she received was a scream, and suddenly, found herself kissing Portia well in the mouth. Portia still continued to scream and moan into the mouth of her friend, she could tell, she was almost at her breaking point. Breaking the kiss, Portia wandered her hands all over her body, until she met at her sensitive female parts. She couldn't help it. Unlike before, Gwen was now needing of her contact. Besides, fingers are different from her fast tongue. "Do it girl!" Without any hesitation, Portia let her fingers sink into and all around as her face grew wet and red. "Oh Portia! Give me all you got!" She squealed, overcoming her past torture. "Not, unless...you...do the same!" At last, the two underage females were in full harmony with one another, in each others arms, feeling the others warm blood running through the lust filled veins, Gwen now licking Portia over her young chest as the two continued to speak to each other, gratification, affectionate moans and squeals. Suddenly, out of no where, Portia grew to her ferocity as she was pushed to her limit, dug in her nails, Gwen emitting a yelp of pain, Portia responding by running her sharp nails down her back, even breaking skin and drawing a few droplets of blood. The one atop shrieked with pain, sweat trickling into those wounds. Despite this minor discomfort, she still gave to Portia her fluids, and went back to licking her out, hopefully, out of reach of her nails. "GWEN!" Portia wailed, placing her hands upon her head. "GWEN! OH YES GWEN!" Portia cried, now at her peak. "GWEN! YOU'RE SO...GOOD!" Portia then gave her a scream, placing her hands upon her head a thrusting her forward. Gwen became fearful she may just engulf her entire head inside of her! Suddenly, Gwen felt a spray come over her face as Portia released in her loudest ear peircing cry of tortured pleasure, digging in her nails and giving her a painful tug upon her hair. Portia wasn't finished with her yet.

Suddenly, Portia was atop her. "Oh!" Portia exclaimed, a certain lustful taunt to her voice, however, the lust was different than before. "Did I hurt you?" She sneered, still atop her backside. "Let me clean that up." Gwen immediately knew what had hit her as soon as she felt that same wet slab of lubricated flesh brushing against her backside. She knew what she had been doing. She peeked over her shoulder to discover Portia licking at the scratches upon her back, lapping away the red stains from her flesh. By this point, she was too winded for protest, not even caring to remove her worn face from the stained floor. Portia dismounted Gwen and licked the slime from her fingers, but not before shoving her index into the mouth of Gwen for her to taste. Slowly, she licked it off, not enjoying her own taste very much. Gwen returned her the favor, but Portia had tasted herself many times, and swiftly wrapped her tongue all about her fingers, and soon, engulfed her every drop, licking them clean of any liquids. "You, really are...the greatest." Gwen sighed, voice a symphony of pleasure, lust and pain. Portia only knew how to respond in two little words, but not before smothering Gwen with a sour soiled kiss. "I know."