Jen

Kristina had never been so crazed. She didn’t understand what was happening. Her heart was beating so loudly she was convinced everyone could hear it. But she had become so horny, she didn’t care anymore. She licked her lips, looking at each woman like they were high quality pieces of meat.

Now it was the other women that began to feel uneasy. They all blushed and wouldn’t hold Kristina’s gaze. Except one. Jen Carfagno sat on the edge of the sofa and locked onto Kristina’s eyes. She gently patted her thighs, inviting Kristina to join her.

She didn’t need much encouragement. Sliding onto Jen’s lap, Kristina purred, “Hi, Jen.”

The sweet aroma of Kristina’s perfume surrounded Jen. It was intoxicating. “I’m glad you want to join our club.”

“Thanks for asking me.”

“No,” Jen paused, smiling. “Thank you.”

Kristina’s eyelids fluttered as her ass began to itch. She fought the urge to scratch furiously. Her remedy was to push her ass down and slowly drag it across Jen’s jean clad legs. The rough denim of the jeans felt wonderful to Kristina through her thin white cotton pants. She solved one problem only to create another. Grinding against Jen made Kristina realize what she needed desperately. An orgasm. An earth shaking, endless, shattering, shriek at the top of your lungs orgasm.

The other women watched the erotic scene in stunned silence. Kelly had unabashedly dropped her hands between her legs and was stroking herself. Heather, mouth agape, felt herself getting extremely wet. Jennifer, after fumbling with the new roll of film, was so aroused she had difficulty holding the camera steady as she took pictures. Sitting on the couch only inches away from Jen and Kristina, Sharon sat perfectly still feeling the heat radiating off their bodies.

Jen wondered how far Kristina would go. A post hypnotic suggestion wouldn’t make a person do something they really did not want to do, so Jen knew that part of Kristina had always wanted to act like this. She decided to test her. “Do you like this top? It’s the softest fabric I’ve ever felt.”

Kristina eagerly took the bait. Starting at Jen’s navel, she dragged her left hand up Jen’s torso. She didn’t stop when she reached the low point of the “v” in the red v-neck top. Kristina’s hand continued on to Jen’s bare skin. “The fabric is nice, but your skin feels so much better.”

Jen closed her eyes as she tried to control her increasingly erratic breathing. Jen let her hand begin to roam. The right settled on Kristina’s ass while the left worked its way to her breasts. Opening her eyes, she looked at Jennifer. “Keep taking pictures!” she instructed. Jen wanted Kristina even hornier.

As Jennifer loaded another roll of film, Kristina smiled at her. “Hurry up. You won’t want to miss this.” With that, she pulled Jen close and kissed her. Not a quick peck, either. It was a long, sensuous kiss. The other ladies heard Jen’s muffled moans of surprise and pleasure. Jen reveled in the warmth and wetness of Kristina's mouth.

As their tongues entwined, Kristina opened her eyes to look directly at Sharon. Kristina moaned and continued her long, sloppy, noisy kiss with Jen all the while her eyes bored into Sharon.