Fun with Portals

"Hey Jill," her roommate called across the house, "You have plans for tonight, right?"

Jill glanced up from her book, and furrowed her brow. "Why?"

"Well, I was planning on doing a dinner date with Patrick, and I was hoping to use the dining room, but I don't want to be in your way if you're going to be studying out here," Erika explained, walking over from the kitchen. Jill gave her a very understanding nod; her roommate's love life had definitely been struggling a bit during the quarantine. Of course, if she was less monogamous, and less straight, Jill would've been happy to help her out. But boundaries were boundaries, and she had no intention of pushing them. "If you want, you can join us," Erika said, the tinge of anxiety in her voice making it clear that she was really hoping for the offer to be rejected. But she was the sort of person to be understanding to a fault, even when it was to her detriment. Jill had tried to get her to break that bad habit, but had given up after the first couple months.

"No, it's fine. I'll just catch up on things in my room. Do you want to get started on that now?" Jill offered, closing the massive tome she was reading and standing up. A quick nod from Erika was all she needed to head directly towards her bedroom. Jill hadn't had the chance to eat dinner, but she could do that later, after the date was done, and Erika had been right about the presence of plans for her.

From her bedroom, she could hear Erika's excited voice; her roommate hadn't wasted any time ringing up her beau, and he had answered it quickly. That was one of the nice things about Patrick, he was well trained. Jill hadn't gotten the chance to meet him in person, but the things she overheard from those calls gave her a very strong impression of who he was. But rather than eavesdrop on the whole chat, she once again opened her book and flipped it to where she'd left off. She wanted to see if she had time to figure out one more spell before her evening commitments.

But her mind kept wandering, away from the ancient pages and towards the excitement of her evening at hand. And, of course, to the impossible to ignore conversation that was spilling out of their kitchen:

"And how's your roommate, you guys getting along?"

"Yeah, tons."

"She's staying safe through all this? I know she used to be quite the party girl."

"Patrick, don't be rude. If anything, I leave the house more than Jill does."

"Fair's fair. Just the one time she was around when I called, she told me about how she used to spend her weekends and—"

"Have you watched the new chess show yet?"

Well, Jill had to reevaluate her thought's on Patrick's training, but appreciated Erika's attempts to preserve her image. Still, she couldn't help but chuckle at the fact that Patrick's mental image of her lined up better than Erika's did. Day in, day out, Jill was an extremely conscientious roommate, and did in fact stay utterly safe. But Sundays were something of a holy day to her, dating back to early in her sophomore year of college. Rising from her bed, Jill ran a finger along the edge of her door, sealing it, and the sounds of the room, magically. Then, propping the ancient text against her headboard, she laid down on the bed and uttered the spell:

"Slutday Sundays."

Instantly, the pages of the text began to turn until they reached a blank page towards the end of the book, and Jill quickly and expertly stripped her clothes. Back when it was safe to do so, she scheduled gang bangs for Sundays, heralding the end of one week and the beginning of the new one by getting blasted out of her mind with cock. Given current circumstances, she had to improvise ways of getting her fix safely. Slowly at first, then rapidly, names started to appear scrawled on the blank page as people joined the 'waiting room' of her spell. Her eyes slowly rolled down the list until she saw a familiar name; "Enter, Donovan."

With a soft tearing sound, a red and black portal appeared in front of Jill's face, and somewhere else in the city its partner appeared in another person's bedroom. Only one thing could travel through it, and it did so almost immediately: a thick, red cock with a bulging vein along the top of it. Jill couldn't help but chuckle, and she stuck out her tongue and gave a long firm lick of it, starting from below the head, and tracing her way up along it, teasing precum out. Once he'd built up a steady trickle, she leaned forward and took the dick into her mouth, sucking it with gusto.

Donovan was a fan of edging and denial, and Jill was fairly sure he hadn't cum since she last serviced him, seven full days ago. Such determination was impressive, and ought to be rewarded. Every ginger touch of her tongue caused the cock to tense up, twitch more, and spill more delicious precum into her mouth. She didn't want to keep him waiting too long, she could picture his desperate face on the other side as he clutched onto a desk or bed frame or wherever he decided to take this 'call', but she wasn't in any rush either. Of course, she was feeling a bit empty.

She pulled herself off the cock, and smirked as she saw it shake with desperation, as Donovan thrust against the portal, trying to find her mouth. "Just wait a sec, dear," she said, although her words couldn't travel through the portal. Glancing down the list, she found another name. "Enter, Clara." Somewhere behind her, she could hear that same soft ripping sound, and shortly afterwards could feel a thick cock landing on her ass, starting to stiffen as it touched her flesh. "Excellent," Jill muttered. The trans girl's size never failed to impress.

In the other room, Patrick and Erika were having a cute little dinner date, unable to hear the debauchery happening a single room over. Already, Jill had begun to enjoy the company of two cocks, and the night was still young.

As Jill's attention returned to Donovan's desperate, twitching, beautifully red dick, she could feel Clara start to hotdog her generous ass. The warm cock between her cheeks made her moan around Donovan, and she could feel the dick start to pulse with appreciation for the vibrations of her vocal chords. This splitting of her focus, alternating back and forth between a variety of lovers all interested in using her body to get off, this is why Jill loved gang bangs. She renewed her efforts on Donovan, rapidly bringing him right to the edge of orgasm. Precum poured out of the man's cock, filling Jill's mouth with the slightly sweet taste, and it began to pulse violently.

And then she pulled away. The reaction was instantaneous; she wished that she could see his face as he found himself about to cum, but unable to take the final step. He couldn't even jerk himself off, not without terminating the portal, and ensuring he wasn't going to get the true experience he deserved. Jill giggled. She didn't have much in the way of sadistic tendencies, but Donovan had asked her for this sort of treatment in the past, and she was more than happy to comply, over and over and over again. She would let him cum, sooner rather than later, but an orgasm without at least one near miss wasn't worth either of their times.

"Sorry, dear," she said, putting a finger against his cockhead and rolling it around, mopping up the flood of precum, "I just couldn't heLL—" Her eyes bulged as Clara finally decided which of her holes to explore, and pushed hard against Jill's asshole. She began to breath rapidly, desperately trying to relax to allow the fat cock into her, knowing that if she didn't let it in, Clara would force her way through. Most of the people that fucked her were content to stay within her warm, wet, inviting pussy, but Clara had a taste for anal, both giving and receiving. It was very rare that the trans girl didn't choose the backdoor as a method of entry.

Inch by inch, Clara's cock pushed forward, stretching Jill out in ways that she hadn't been in weeks, since Clara's last visit. Sweat began to bead up on Jill's forehead as she strained around the cock, feeling it slowly define her world. Her attention was split once again, and she could barely pay attention to the still squirming cock right in front of her. And just like that, the motion stopped. Clara had bottomed out inside of Jill, all eight inches, and was taking a moment to appreciate the viselike grip of the witch's ass.

And then, she began to move, slowly pulling out, causing Jill's eyes to roll back into her head as she was overwhelmed by the physical experience, pleasure and pain blending together as her guts were nearly turned inside out. Then, Clara began to well and truly fuck Jill's ass, having loosened it up enough to thrust. The first thrust took Jill's breath away, her mouth opening wide, and the air that was forced out teasing Donovan's cock. As Jill was spending all of her mental focus trying to handle, trying to cope with, the thick cock that was plundering her guts, the one in front of her clearly decided it had had enough of waiting. Donovan thrust forward, through the portal, and Jill naturally took his cock within her mouth, unconsciously accepting the spit roasting that was being offered to her. Donovan's desperate thrusts paired well with Clara's deliberate strokes as Jill was filled up end to end, rendered nearly airtight.

This was what slutday sundays were all about.

Donovan couldn't last much longer after that, and buried his cock entirely down Jill's throat as he began to cum. The pulsing of the cock became her world as she felt an entire weeks worth of semen being dumped into her stomach. One pulse. Two. Three. Four. She lost count after eleven, as Donovan kept thrusting with every single pulse, not even concerned about whether or not Jill could breath. Right now, she wasn't a partner, she was just a cum dump. A fleshlight, a receptacle for his orgasm, nothing more. It was enough to get her off, and she felt her own orgasm overtake her, starting in her core and spreading out, sending her asshole to convulse around Clara's cock, squeezing it tight and rhythmically. The orgasm chain that started with Donovan ended with Clara, as she could no longer bear the amazing feeling of Jill's bowels around her. Jill's own orgasm was extended as she felt Clara grow inside of her, until she spilled all of her thick seed into Jill's guts. The cocks held her in place as her digestive track was filled on either end by semen, and Jill began to suspect that she wouldn't need dinner after all.

Once Donovan had withdrawn, Jill took a big breath of fresh air, coughing slightly as her throat adjusted to the semen that had been poured into it. But her respite didn't last long, as Clara's cock pulling out of her asshole, caused a sudden rush of seems to pour out, as well as remind Jill acutely of just how thoroughly her butt had been fucked. Without much of a chance to process any of that, Clara's cock was lightly bouncing against her ass, and Jill remembered the last stage necessary of this service. Turning around, she wrapped her lips around Clara's dick, covered in semen and her own anal juices, and began to clean the girl off. Thankfully, gratuitous use of magic prevented the things that would make this actively unsanitary, but this final bit of humiliation, of degradation, was something that Clara expected out of her, and Jill was obligated to fulfill. She sucked the cock, rolling her tongue around it, paying special care to the head and underside of it, where the taste of her ass was the strongest. When it was finally clean, Jill pulled off the cock, and laid one final kiss on the tip of it. Satisfied with her care, Clara's cock vanished as the girl pulled it back through the other side of the panel.

Jill laid down, exhausted, filled with cum that was slowly pouring out and covering her bed. She glanced over to the pages of the book, where fifteen more names were written. This was the moment where she would just stop moving in person, and let her body be used, but unfortunately the nature of this spell required a more active participation from her. Quarantine hadn't been easy, but the night was still young. She began to gather her strength to begin once more.