Thinking with Portals

It started sometime after gym class as she was changing into her regular clothes. Something firm and wet swiped across the smooth lips of her labia then dove in to suck on her clit. That was the moment when Kristin realized she had accidentally put on the portal panties her boyfriend had purchased for her.

She had been skeptical about how they would work until they tested it at her house. All she had to do was wear the panties while her boyfriend jerked off with the handheld masturbator toy. The masturbator also allowed the user to perform oral on whoever wore the panties. It had been an interesting experience, one that she agreed to repeat- but not like this!

However, when she confronted Matt about it, he assured her that he didn’t have the masturbator; He even showed her his locker and backpack to assure her.

“Babe, I swear, I don’t have it!” he swore. “I’m pretty sure I left it at your house. We can look for it after school or something?”

Kristin shook her head. “Maybe it’s a malfunction. I’ll figure it out after school.”

Except it was getting worse.

She had been given a reprieve for about an hour after the initial contact. Lunch was free for the most part until she was putting her tray away and felt a thick finger push inside her. The feeling nearly made her jump, but she managed to keep it together. Then she had to maintain that calm as another finger inserted itself and began to pump deeper inside her.

The fingers toyed with her, stroking and rubbing her clit all through her fifth period. They were slow and relentless, teasing her until she was soaked and trembling. All her nervous energy had to be expended by bouncing her leg. She had to keep herself from gasping, moaning, or reacting in any way even as the fingers pressed into her g-spot.

Kristin struggled to think about who could have found the masturbator? Has someone broken into the house and found it? Could these things be hacked and some pervert in Oregon was messing with her? She bit her lip and lowered her head as the fingers continued their relentless onslaught.

She managed to hide her orgasm with the bell that dismissed them to the next class. It took her a moment to find the strength to walk. She was sure her face was flushed; Anyone who cared to scrutinize her expression might be able to see what was up.

Like before, whoever was doing this to her allowed her to walk to her next class before continuing their torment. However, this time when she sat, Kristin had to choke down a gasp as the unmistakable feeling of a firm, thick cock buried itself deep inside her. The cock pulsed as it remained still for her to adjust. Much to her horror, she could feel that her partner wasn’t wearing a condom. But her panic was stomped out by the sheer thrill of it. Then she quietly whimpered as the defined head began to stroke along her inner walls.

The person filled her with a measured care- pulling almost completely out before pushing back in.