Turning Contest: A Lick Shop

Portia heard her phone bing as Abby was trying on gowns for the charity gala tonight. She had decided to make her good friend, and recently turned, Abby her plus-one for the gala. Unlike most turns which are turn em' and leave em', this turn was about liberating her friend from a bad marriage and awakening her bisexual side.

Portia pulled her phone out and said, "Fuck."

"What?" said Abby as she excitedly considered the next amazing gown; she still couldn't believe she was going to a charity gala tonight. Heck, she was happy just to be out of the house and not sitting alone steeping in depression, and here she was trying on gowns while drinking wine at a shop for the rich and famous. The last thirty minutes had been her own Cinderella story. She looked at her friend staring sourly at her phone screen and hoped nothing had happened that would cause Portia to have to leave her. As long as she was with Portia, she would be distracted from the reality she was getting a divorce.

Portia looked at the updated scoreboard and saw she was really falling behind and she hated to lose.

Score at 5:47 PM on Saturday:

Scorecard:

Crystal: 6

Veronica: 5

Jasmine: 4

Carol: 3

Portia: 3

"I need to get some turns to have any chance of winning this contest," Portia sighed, her friends all very strong adversaries. She'd known Veronica would be a challenge, but seeing Crystal on top was surprising and a little annoying.

"I can't believe you are actually having a contest to see who can turn the most straight girls," Abby said. But then looking at herself in the mirror in the beautiful dress, she had to admit that she herself had become part of the contest. But it had led to the best sex of her life and brought her out of the shock and embarrassment that her husband had cheated on her with a man. She was so happy that her friend had targeted her for seduction.

"Turning straight girls is a great hobby," Portia smiled, as she looked over the new shop assistant who was helping Abby. She was certainly pretty enough, but was probably already a pussy muncher, most of the women working here were. Then she turned her gaze through the one-way window between the private area where they were and the main store. There she saw an apparent mother helping her daughter find a fancy dress, probably for a prom or cotillion or something. "I think of it as community service," she added absent-mindedly.

"I'm community service?" Abby questioned.

"You didn't seem to mind earlier when I was fucking you," Portia wickedly said, as she continued gazing out into the store from the private salon for the rich and famous like her. The mother searching among the dress racks was pretty, though a little chubby. Perhaps the perfect prey.

"You caught me at a vulnerable moment," she said, which was true.

"Perhaps," the black-haired beauty said, somewhat distracted. "Now go try on the gold one."

Abby stepped over and followed Portia's intent gaze into the main store. "Are you looking for your next turn?" she asked.

"The radar is beeping," Portia smiled, giving her friend a wink. "Now go try on that gold dress, I think you're going to look gorgeous in it."

"Okay," Abby nodded, really enjoying being spoiled like a princess in such a fancy shop.

Portia slipped out of the private room and walked over to the redheaded mother who was looking through a rack of evening gowns and said, "A striking redhead like you should go with a black or gold gown."

"Oh, it's for my daughter," the woman said.

"That doesn't mean you can't play pretend and try something on," Portia smiled warmly, having a smile that had overwhelmed many men and women... especially women... which she seemed to draw in like moths to a flame.

"These are way out of my price range," the woman sighed, with a tinge of annoyance.

"Oh?" Portia questioned.

"Her father is trying to win her over during the divorce by letting her buy anything she wants here," she said, her tone not even remotely trying to hide her bitterness at her husband.

"I'm sorry to hear about that," Portia said, moving her hand to the woman's and giving it a squeeze... a woman in the middle of a divorce was a perfect target for a turn. "Men can be such assholes."

"You got that right," she said, just the mention of her soon-to-be ex-husband getting her upset.

"Not to mention dumb asses," Portia said silkily as she let her eyes crawl slowly over the woman's body. "Does he even realize what he's giving away?"

The woman shivered under the intense gaze, trying to remember how long it had been since her husband had looked at her like that. "Not much, according to him," she said in response to the beautiful woman's comment.

"Then you should show him what he's really losing," Portia said, seeing her way in.

"What?"

"Please let me help you," Portia said, shifting into seductress mode the minute the possibility of a fresh turn presented itself. This woman was vulnerable and could likely be easily manipulated. A woman in a divorce often blamed herself or had growing insecurities.

"With what?"

"Let's show the asshole just what he lost," Portia repeated, as she grabbed a black cocktail dress off the rack and held it up in front of the other woman's soft, curvy body.

"I don't think so," the woman said, shocked by the slightly younger woman's forwardness.

"I'm serious," Portia said, never one to take no for an answer, it being how she became so successful in the man's world of Hollywood. "We're going to find the perfect dress for you to try, I'll take a picture, and you can send it to him."

"I don't think so," the befuddled woman repeated.

"Trust me," Portia said, "you're a beautiful woman and you should remind him of that."

Just then, the daughter came out of the regular change room and the mother turned her attention to her even as she was enjoying the compliments of this utterly beautiful woman. But before she could comment on her daughter's dress, the stranger spoke up.

"While that is cute," Portia said, wanting to get rid of the daughter as soon as she could, "I think you need a dark blue dress."

"Really?" the girl asked, wondering who this complete stranger was. But she was very pretty and dressed so hot herself, perhaps she was a consultant here?

Portia nodded,"That dress is too light for your complexion."

"You think so?" the daughter asked.

"Trust me," Portia said, looking absolutely stunning in the red cocktail dress and black nylons she'd purchased for tonight's event, with a seam down the back of her thigh high stockings giving the ensemble an extra sexy frisson.

"Okay," the girl said, instantly listening to the advice of this beautiful stranger and ignoring her mother.

Portia put the black cocktail dress back on the rack and walked to some gowns, found a blue one that she thought would suit the girl and brought it to the cute teen. "Here, this one is perfect."

"Thank you," the pretty girl said, taking the dress.

"How old are you?" Portia enquired, pondering if she may be a better target or even ambitiously a second target.

"Eighteen," she answered, finding herself slightly drawn to this very pretty woman.

"What is the dress for?" Portia asked, the possibilities of one or even two turns suddenly plausible.

"A school dance," she said.

"I'm here helping a friend who is coming with me to a charity celebrity gala," Portia slipped in there, planting a seed of seduction.

"Oh, wow," both the mother and daughter said in unison.

"I'm a casting agent," Portia revealed, then added, planting another seed, one that had worked so many times before, "Have you ever acted?"

"I'm in all our school plays," the girl answered, in growing awe of this pretty, luxurious woman.

"I could tell," Portia said, although she couldn't. It was just something she said to help build a connection.

"What kind of gala?" the curious teenager asked.

"A charity gala with auctions and a dance," Portia answered, where she was sure to add at least one turn. So many young, ripe girls would do anything to get a part in some commercial or movie... it being so many girls' dreams. The major problem was finding someone who wasn't already bi or already turned for the contest. In today's increasingly sexualized world more girls were becoming bisexual or exploring their lesbian side at a younger age than when she was young.

"Wow," the teen said, now completely captivated by this woman.

"You go try that on and I'll go help your mother with a dress of her own," Portia said, throwing out the ultimate bait. "I may have a couple of extra tickets for the premier if you two are interested."

"Really? Can we, Mom?" the teen asked in utter excitement.

"I don't know," 'Mom' hesitated, feeling the conversation odd and that there was something untrustworthy about this woman.

"Mom, we have to," the daughter pleaded.

"Go try that dress on and I'll talk to her," the mother said.

As soon as the daughter disappeared back into the change room, Portia said, "This is how you one-up your douchebag ex-husband."

"Ah, true," the mother nodded, that one sentence instantly making this situation very appealing.

"I'm Portia, by the way."

"Glenda," she said, "and my daughter is Zoey."

"Come with me," Portia said, taking the woman by the hand, and leading her to the other area Abby was in. "You will rock this dress I had my friend trying on."

As they walked through a nondescript door that Glenda thought went into a back storage area, she instead found herself in a luxuriously appointed salon with leather furniture and a wine bar. "There is a private change room area?" the stunned woman asked.

"A perk of knowing the manager," Portia smiled... someone she had fucked on many occasions.

"So, I see," the suddenly impressed mother said, looking at a woman in an amazingly beautiful gown staring expectantly at her escort.

"What do you think?" Abby asked.

"That is the one," Portia said, "but you will need mocha stockings with it."

"Okay," Abby said, knowing Portia had a thing for nylons.

The cute assistant nodded, "I'll be right back with some, ma'am."

"The ones with the seams down the back," Portia called out.

"Of course, ma'am," the sweet Anastasia said.

Portia retrieved the black dress that had been too big for Abby but would likely fit this woman. "Here, go in the room right there and try this on."

"I could never afford anything like this," Glenda said, as Portia handed her a luxurious gown.

"It's on me," Portia said.

"I couldn't," she responded.

"Trust me, you'll wear it, give it back to me tomorrow and I'll use it as an outfit for a commercial or movie or both and will be able to write it off."

"Really?" Glenda asked, so surprised by this woman's kindness.

"Yes, now go change, I want to see you in this so we can give your asshole of an ex a lesson in regrets," Portia ordered, pointing to the second door.

"Why do you care about that?" Glenda asked, just still feeling something odd about this whole situation.

"We all have an ex-asshole," Portia smiled, indeed having an ex-husband she had no fucking use for, "and need to support one another against them."

"Okay," Glenda agreed, sensing this woman would not take no for an answer and feeling a slight kinship based on that answer. She had been very lonely and angry since her husband left her.

Once Glenda entered the changing room and closed the door, Portia moved to Abby and quietly assured, "I'm going to turn her and maybe her daughter too."

"Here?" Abby asked.

"Right now," she nodded, as she left and quickly found a pair of dark brown thigh highs for the mother's dress... knowing exactly where they were.

"If the daughter comes looking keep her distracted," Portia said, as she knocked on the door.

"Okay," Abby nodded, fascinated seeing her friend in action in a turn.

"Yes?" Glenda asked, in just a bra and panties.

"Let me in for a minute, I have something else you need," Portia said.

"I don't have the dress on," Glenda said.

"You need these first," Portia declared.

"Okay," Glenda said, wondering if they were nylons like Portia had suggested for her pretty friend.

As soon as Glenda unlocked the door, Portia gently, but forcefully, let herself into the room. "Here, let me assist you."

"Um, I, uh, I'm not sure," Glenda said, as the pretty woman entered the rather large change room.

Portia ignored the vague protest as she paused and admired the not as chubby as she thought woman in only a bra and panties.

"You have a very nice body," Portia said, "very lush."

"Aaaah, thanks," Glenda said, flustered, but also flattered.

"Your ex-husband is clearly an idiot if he let this go," Portia said, letting her eyes blatantly travel over the woman's body. She was about to go in for the kill and knew saying such things would continue to build her trust.

"He is," Glenda agreed, as the pretty woman moved right in front of her.

"Sit down," Portia softly ordered, "I'll help you put these on."

"No, no, I can do that," Glenda said, feeling disoriented in a jumble of feelings... the slight attraction that confused her since she was completely straight.

"No, I insist," Portia said, moving her hands to the woman's shoulders and gently guiding her to the small sofa the room had... a movement that had worked so many times in the past... the softest of pushes that would help in making this clearly straight woman cross a line.

"I am, um..." the redhead protested, even as she looked at the absolutely stunning woman lowering herself to the floor in front of her.

"Just relax and be pampered, Glenda," Portia said, keeping her tone soft and sensual, "you deserve it."

"Um, okay," Glenda said, giving in as she watched the woman take the nylons out of the package and deftly roll one up.

"Left foot," the beautiful woman directed, and Glenda shyly put it forward. Having never had this done before, she found it both a little erotic and a lot surreal.

"Like most redheads, you have such pale skin," Portia said as she began rolling the stocking upwards.

"I don't tan, I burn," Glenda admitted.

"And I'm sure you are gorgeous in the moonlight, glowing like alabaster," Portia smiled, as she lifted the leg straight up to finish putting the first nylon on. "But the artificial light we're in most of the time is not as flattering to pale skin, especially in contrast to a dark dress like this, so a sexy accessory like these nylons is mandatory. Hell, I think women should always wear nylons just because they are so damned sexy." She let her hands glide up and down the clad leg, supposedly smoothing out any wrinkles.

"Do you usually help women put nylons on?" Glenda asked, suddenly sensing this woman was a lesbian and trying to perhaps seduce her.

"No, just ones that are clearly in need of a little help," Portia said, as she was now completely between the woman's legs.

"Help?"

"Yes, a rekindling of their dormant sex drive or a discovery of the joys of Sapphic relations," Portia purred, as she brazenly moved her fingers to the woman's panty-covered pussy and rubbed. "A little damp already, I see."

"What are you doing?" Glenda gasped, although it came out more as a moan, not having been touched in a long, long time.

"When was the last time someone was down here, you poor baby?" Portia asked, as she ignored the other woman's question and began rubbing the plump mound in a slow circle, knowing how to make a pussy burn quickly.

"Oooooh, please, don't," Glenda said, stunned by what had so suddenly transpired and the immediate pleasure she felt.

"You need this," Portia purred, as she slid two fingers inside the panties and directly into the woman's wet pussy... knowing time was of the essence and that very few women could ever resist her once she was between their legs with her lips on their lower lips, fingers in their pussy and, usually, both.

"Oh, my God!" Glenda moaned loudly, bewildered by how she went from helping her daughter choose a dress to being half naked being fingered by a female stranger.

"You're so wet," Portia encouraged, as she slowly pumped her fingers in and out of the hairy pussy.

"Please, stop," Glenda said, although her words didn't match her actions as she actually spread her legs slightly wider and didn't remotely try to stop or physically push her away.

"You need this, Glenda," Portia seductively said, as she leaned face forward, and used her other hand to tug the panties aside enough to allow her to get access to the strong scent of pussy... always loving the sweet aroma of a woman's secretions... especially when so perfectly captured by excessive pubic hair.

Before Zoey's mother could respond, not only was she getting fingered, but she also had this outrageous woman's tongue licking her pussy. "Oh my God," she moaned again, stunned by what was transpiring and the overwhelming pleasure suddenly consuming her.

"You taste so good," Portia complimented, as she worked the pussy over inside and out... knowing all women loved hearing they taste good... and she did.

"I can't...believe... this is... happening," Glenda moaned, although that sentence took many, long, glorious seconds to get out of her mouth as she stared at the pretty brunette between her legs... one stocking on and one not.

"Just relax and enjoy," Portia instructed. As she continued to work over the excessively wet pussy she repeated, meaning the words even as she completed another turn, "You need this, you deserve this."

Glenda couldn't deny this truth; she did need this. She couldn't remember the last time she had even had an orgasm, never mind from the touch of another person. She missed the thrill of human contact. "Ooooooh," was all she could muster as her head went light as the pleasure was consuming her core being and making her a muddled mess.

Portia, in a hurry, was marinating the thought of back-to-back turns with Glenda's ripe for the plucking daughter, and decided to go for the orgasmic double attack kill. She found the woman's g-spot and tapped it like a drum, having the magic gift of always being able to find the pleasure trigger. She then moved her outer attention to the woman's swollen clit and devoured it whole to make this moaning woman erupt and come like a volcano erupting after decades of being dormant.

"Oooooh, myyyyy, God!" Glenda wailed wildly, her orgasm rising rapidly the moment she realized she really did have a g-spot. She'd long ago given up on it being anything but a myth.

However, after another dozen taps directly on that elusive spot while a tongue simultaneously tapped her clit, Glenda couldn't hold back even a second more as she let loose an uncontrollable explosive primal scream, "Oh my Goooooooooooood!"

Portia smiled as she pulled her fingers out and moved her mouth to the excessive gush of sweet cum. Her face was splattered with wetness before she resumed licking and lapping up as much of the creamy feminine cum as she could... the taste that couldn't be enjoyed any other way than directly from a woman's stimulated pussy. And while she was a seductress and this was a turn, she did love the nectar of a woman's distinct cum.

"Mom?" a voice questioned on the other side of the door.

Glenda's body was still trembling from the intensity of an oral orgasm, but her eyes went wide at the realization that she had just allowed a complete stranger to eat her pussy while she was supposed to be here for her daughter.

Portia got up and instructed, "You finish putting on the second stocking and put on that sexy gown. I'll take care of your daughter."

"Not like you just took care of me?" Glenda questioned, immediately worried for her daughter after what had just transpired in this room.

"Mom, what are you doing in there?" Zoey asked.

"No, of course not," Portia lied, planning to do almost the exact same thing to her pretty daughter.

Portia walked out and gushed, "Oh, you look amazing," at the high school senior, while actually gazing at the shop assistant, Anastasia, standing a couple of feet behind her. That young woman shrugged her shoulders apologetically.

"Uh, thanks," Zoey replied, looking confused. "What were you doing in there with my mom?"

Portia gave Anastasia a slight nod, acknowledging that she could hardly have kept the teenager out of the private area once her mom went missing. Then to Zoey she said, "I was just helping with an outfit for the gala." Which was somewhat true... she had put on one stocking.

"She sounded weird," Zoey said, looking at the odd shine on the woman's face.

"Oh, she's fine," Portia assured, "just a bit pleasantly surprised at how well she rocked her new outfit. But now, let's focus on yours."

"Okay," the girl agreed, captivated by this beautiful, powerful woman.

"Do you ever wear pantyhose?" Portia asked, taking the teen's hand and leading her back to the public area as she gave Abby a look and a nod to the stall the mother was in, mouthing, "Go use her."

"No, never," Zoey said, but added, "although my favourite singer wears them lots."

"Oh, who is that?"

"Ariana Grande," Zoey said.

"She is a sweetheart," Portia said, having met her once having cast part of the video for 'Break Free'. She only got to chat with her for a couple of minutes and although she had fantasized about seducing the pretty girl, the opportunity didn't come close to occurring.

"You met her?" Zoey asked with a gasp.

"Yes, I cast some of the extras for the 'Break Free' video."

"So cool," Zoey said, in utter awe of this seeming celebrity.

"So, like Ariana, you appreciate how nylons can accentuate your legs," Portia suggested, knowing this girl would let her play real-life Barbie on her as she was completely captivated by her position of power and influence. "And I think you would look amazing in a mocha-coloured pair."

"Okay," Zoey nodded, as this woman took her hand and led her towards a section of hosiery.

"These are perfect," Portia said, grabbing a pair while continuing to hold onto the teen's hand.

"Okay," Zoey repeated, trusting this stunning older woman and feeling an odd electricity at having a soft female hand holding hers.

Portia led her to the change room, this one with four other stalls and nowhere near as private as where she had just turned Zoey's mother and where she hoped Abby was having fun with her... keeping her distracted while strengthening her turn.

Portia led Zoey right into the change room while two other ladies were mingling outside and once inside locked the door.

"What are you doing?" Zoey questioned.

"These are thigh high stockings and not easy to put on if you haven't worn them before," Portia explained, only slightly true. "Plus, with the long gown you're wearing, it could be extra difficult to put them on by yourself." This was also partially true, although Zoey's dress wasn't as long and form-fitting as the gown her mother would be putting on.

"Oh?" Zoey said.

"Sit down," Portia instructed with just enough force to make it sound like an order while still being feminine and polite. Unlike the sofa in the exclusive private room, this one had a three-foot wooden bench.

"Okay," Zoey said, finding this a little strange, but also entranced by this woman. She couldn't explain it, since she had never had a lesbian encounter, but she was secretly smitten by her. She felt weird feelings inside her like she had when she first saw Billy, the star quarterback, without a shirt.

Portia opened the package, knelt before the cute girl and instructed as she knelt down before the newest turning prospect, just like she had her mother, "Extend your left foot to me."

"Okay," the teenager said, feeling a slight chill shiver through her body as she obeyed.

Portia slowly slithered the silky sheer stocking up the teen's leg and up to her thigh.

Zoey trembled again as this woman's hands were getting closer to her privates... she also noticed they were not normal pantyhose. Nervous and strangely a little excited, she felt a tingle between her legs.

Once the first stocking was on, Portia moved both her hands to the top of the lace-top stocking and slowly slid her hands down to gently and sensually rub the teen's fit leg. This made Zoey tremble again at how surprisingly good it felt.

"You have very pretty toes," Portia complimented, the tiny delicacies painted blue... almost the same blue as the dress chosen. A unique serendipitous moment.

"Thanks," Zoey replied, as Portia massaged her toes, which felt really nice and led to an immediate tingle in her pussy.

Portia grabbed the other stocking and replicated the slow, slithering stocking putting on, knowing from the slight body trembling and stunted breathing that she was turning on the young girl.

"You see how these nylons showcase your feet and legs?" Portia said, as she massaged the girl's nylon-clad calf, holding up her foot once the second stocking was on.

"I do," Zoey said, a little overwhelmed by this surreal situation and the flushed feeling that was hitting her.

Portia moved up and looked into the teen's eyes. "Have you ever been with a woman?"

"N-n-no." Zoey trembled as Portia's hands were on both legs, gently caressing, as the back-to-back turns were suddenly a lick away for the seductress MILF.

"Time to change that," Portia smiled, before leaning forward and kissing the teen.

Zoey was shocked by the kiss, and how soft the woman's lips were in comparison to any boy she had kissed. Yet, it took just the briefest of hesitations before she was kissing the beautiful woman back.

"Have you ever been with a boy or a man?" the older woman asked after breaking the kiss. She took the sudden blush and dropping of eyes as a yes. "And have you ever come with them?" her fingers continued playing over the bare thighs at the tops of the stockings.

"Well, yes," the girl said haltingly, both shocked at herself for answering such a question and feeling guilty for not admitting that it had been her own fingers that had managed that finish, not the boy's equipment.

Even without the words, Portia intuited the truth and said, "If you've never been with a woman, you have never had a real orgasm." She eased back on her knees and pushed the gown up around the girl's waist, Zoey lifting her butt without being told.

"I've never come from oral," Zoey said, seeing (hoping) for what the older woman was going to do to her. "Or any other way other than my own fingers," she finally admitted.

"Well, then sit back and enjoy," Portia purred, as she leaned forward, tugged the panties to the side and licked the teen's completely shaved pussy... which made her wonder if her hairy mother knew she shaved her pussy?

"What are you dooooooing?" Zoey asked, but felt a tongue parting her pussy lips before she even finished her sentence.

"Showing you what an orgasm should feel like," Portia explained, as she probed the wet hole.

"My mom could come any time," Zoey moaned, bewildered by what was happening.

"Not before you do," Portia assured using wicked wordplay, while knowing the teen was right, which unfortunately meant she couldn't enjoy a leisurely lapping like she would like to do. So, as she'd done with Zoey's mother, she went on the oral attack. She slid two fingers inside the teen twat and began slowly finger-banging her to accelerate the growing burning inferno inside the moaning teen.

"Oh my God!" Zoey moaned, the pleasure inside and out unlike anything she had experienced in her few, brief sexual experiences.

Portia smiled at the daughter using the exact same words as her mother, as she did the exact same orgasm trick, finding the girl's g-spot and simultaneously tapping it as she focused her outside attention on her swollen, young clit.

Zoey couldn't believe the intensity of the pleasure, didn't know such ecstasy could exist. Her legs twitched, her head went light and in just a few seconds of incredible sensations of inner and outer joy she came. "Oh, myyyyy God!" she accidentally bellowed as the euphoria of her orgasm rushed out of her and gave her the most unbelievable pleasure she had ever experienced.

Portia smiled as she pulled her fingers up and lapped up the cum from this flooding teen, knowing she had forever changed her.

"Oooooh," Zoey moaned weakly as she felt the older woman's fingers and then tongue leave her, letting her feel her cum leaking out of her.

"Such a delicious pussy," Portia purred, as she lapped up the sweet nectar before standing up. Her own new dress had a very generous slit that would tease men and women all night with glimpses of her legs and her thigh high stocking tops, but now she pulled the skirt up until it was bunched around her waist like the young innocent she'd decided to corrupt further. She placed one foot on the bench and said to the closed-eyed teen, "Time for you to taste the Champagne of the Gods."

Zoey opened her eyes and saw the dark pink of a spread open pussy, framed by a curly, hairy bush. "Oh, my," she said, her eyes going wide as she wondered if shaving herself bare really was the best way to go... the beads of juice glistening in the dark curls were so appealing.

"Go ahead, pretty girl," Portia said sensually, reaching over and pulling the teen's face to her pussy, "taste heaven."

Zoey was overwhelmed... unsure... a little confused... yet as her face reached the pink, parted pussy, she simply extended her tongue and did what came naturally... she licked even as the strong, exotic aroma captivated her.

"Good girl," Portia purred, as the back-to-back conquests had been fulfilled, "lick my pretty peach."

As Zoey licked, and heard the soft words of this woman, she was in awe. The taste was indeed like a peach... a forbidden fruit. It was tangy, delicious and somewhat indescribable. The sweet but subtle scent enveloped her, and she was completely intoxicated by the overwhelming thrill to her senses.

"You like it, don't you?" Portia moaned softly, loving to see the transition of a virgin pussy pleaser when she shifted from tentative, confused, beginning licks to much more eager, hungrily lapping like a thirsty dog.

"I do," Zoey mindlessly admitted, focused entirely on continuing this task and enjoying it... plus, the taste was absolutely addicting. Unlike sucking dick, which was rather unpleasant and cum salty as fuck, she was dying to discover the full-bodied taste of a woman's cum.

"Zoey, are you okay in there?" her mother interrupted.

"Say yes," Portia ordered in a whisper.

"Yes, Mom, just finishing getting ready," Zoey lied, since she was completely dressed, but there was no way she wanted this thrilling encounter to end... discovering the amazing taste of a woman and wondering if all pussies tasted this good.

"Okay," the mother said with a relieved sigh, quite worried the woman who had seduced her was in there with her daughter doing the same thing to her. Yes, she had shockingly enjoyed it, and desperately needed it, but she couldn't allow the same woman who had just seduced her to also take control of her innocent daughter. But she hadn't only given in to Portia, had she; she'd also just eaten her first pussy. She couldn't believe that when the woman's friend walked into her stall and asked her to unzip her; that she just did it. Then the pretty woman had turned around and kissed her, and Glenda, still horny at the time, and still coming from the g-spot orgasm, had kissed her back. Before she knew it, she was lying back on the couch and licking this stranger as she sat on her face. She could still taste the woman's delicious pussy on her lips but now was embarrassed by what she'd done and the fact that she didn't even know the name of the woman she'd licked and made come.

"You're a natural cunt licker," Portia moaned softly, the double turns and tasty pussies having her own pussy already burning with need... as she got most turned on eating pussy... that was her most stimulating erogenous zone.

"Thank you," Zoey surreally said to the equally surreal compliment.

"Now, slide two fingers inside me and finger-bang me," Portia instructed the virgin pussy pleaser.

"Okay," Zoey obeyed, sliding two fingers easily inside the wet pussy and beginning to pump them in and out as fast as she can.

"Yes, finger-bang me," Portia moaned, as the teen did just that while moving her tongue and lips to her swollen clit. The young woman was a quick learner and worked her over well.

Zoey could hear the increased moans of this hot woman and eagerly sucked the clit in-between her lips as she furiously fingered the wet pussy.

"Don't stop, sexy, don't stop," Portia moaned, getting close.

"Are you alone, Zoey?" Glenda asked, having perused the entire store without seeing Portia anywhere. Now she again worried the woman who had seduced her was in the changing room with her daughter.

Zoey ignored her mom's question as she wanted to make this woman come and taste her cum... wondering if it tasted as amazing as the wetness she had been sampling so far.

"Oh yes, eat my pussy," Portia ordered, beginning to grind her pussy on the pretty teen's face, wanting to erupt.

"Zoey!" Glenda repeated in a strained whisper, not wanting to make a scene with others in the area.

"That's it, here it comes," Portia moaned loudly, loud enough to likely let Glenda know the truth, just as she reached climax.

"Mmmmmm," Zoey purred, as she replicated the older woman's actions and pulled her finger's out and caught as much of the gushing cum as she could... indeed it tasted as amazing as she had hoped.

"Good girl," Portia said, enjoying the orgasm and her second turn in about fifteen minutes.

Glenda heard Portia's voice and moan and knew her daughter was in there with that seductive woman. "Zoey come out here right now," she ordered, her cheeks burning with shame at allowing herself and her daughter to be drawn into this woman's wicked web of seduction.

Portia gently pushed the teen's eager tongue away, looked down and said, "Welcome to the Sisterhood, angel, you're a natural."

"Thanks," Zoey said, a little disappointed by the reality this wild scene was over. But realizing that she was likely no longer straight, she suspected she could soon be reliving the scene with other women, with her new sisters.

Portia pulled the teen up and gave her a deep, probing kiss, trying to register and remember the unique taste of their mixed juices. Finally breaking away, she said, "I'll get you the passes from my purse."

"Thank you," Zoey said, still in a bit of a daze.

Portia pulled her gown back down, then gave the girl another light kiss on the lips. "Mmm, you and your mom taste a lot alike," she smiled and then stepped out, leaving a slack-jawed teen behind her.

Glenda wanted to light into the woman when she walked out of her daughter's changing room, but when the raven-haired seductress turned that beautiful smile on her, even more beautiful for sitting on an obviously shiny face, she couldn't speak. Portia stroked one of her cheeks lightly before striding off to the exclusive room.

Glenda stared in utter bewilderment as Zoey came out of the room and asked, acting like she hadn't just eaten a pussy and discovered her mother had too, "How do I look, Mom?"

"Beautiful," Glenda answered, seeing her daughter's face gleaming with wetness.

Portia looked at her phone. It was 6:12. In twenty-five minutes she had gone from last place to tied for second. She updated the tally:

Score at 6:12 PM on Saturday:

Scorecard:

Crystal: 6

Portia: 5

Veronica: 5

Jasmine: 4

Carol: 3

Abby and Portia headed back into the main store, both now dressed for the charity gala. Portia pulled the spare event tickets out of her purse along with one of her business cards, walked to the mom and daughter and said, as she handed them to the mother, "I always keep my promises. Give me a call tomorrow and we'll arrange for me to take your dress." She didn't say, "off", but the implication hung teasingly in the air.

"Thanks," Glenda said automatically, too overwhelmed by everything to know if thanks were actually appropriate.

"And," Portia said, leaning in to both mother and daughter, further spinning her wicked weave around them, "thanks for the appetizers, ladies, you are both absolutely delicious."

The seductress then left them stunned as she headed out with Abby, mind already moving ahead, knowing they had to make her reservation for dinner before the gala.

The End