Kelly

As Jennifer loaded the next roll of film, Kristina looked at each of the women. Jen sat on the couch with her hands folded in her lap. She seemed slightly embarrassed and looked down when Kristina looked her way. Heather was seated next to Jen. She wasn’t embarrassed at all, meeting Kristina’s gaze with a warm smile. She parted her lips just a bit and let her tongue slowly trace them. On the far end of the couch sat Sharon. She was on the edge of her seat staring with open lust at Kristina. She patted her thighs, inviting Kristina over.

Kristina was about to walk towards Sharon when she felt a hand gently pat her ass. She turned to find Kelly standing behind her. Kelly took her hand and led her to the chair opposite the couch. Sitting in the chair, Kelly pulled Kristina into her lap. By this time, Jennifer had reloaded her camera and began taking pictures again. Kristina felt herself getting hornier with each click of the camera. She couldn’t comprehend what was happening, but she no longer cared. All she could think about was the five lovely women in the room with her. What she wanted more than anything else was to feel all ten of their hands roaming over her body, massaging her breasts, slapping her ass, sliding between her legs. Kristina had never been so crazed with lust.

Kelly was practically drooling. “You look so sweet. I could just lick you all day.” She cooed.

Kristina’s heart was pounding so hard she thought it was going to burst through her chest. She moaned as Kelly stroked her left thigh. She closed her eyes and purred, “That feels so good!”

Kelly smiled. “There’s one more thing you need to do to join our club.”

Still reveling in Kelly’s touch, Kristina said in a voice trembling with pleasure, “Anything! I’ll do anything you want!”

“You have to be our sex **** for the rest of the night.”

Kristina’s eyes widened. “Oh God…Yes! Fuck me! Suck me! Make me your whore!”

Kelly pulled Kristina against her, kissing her passionately. Their tongues probed each others mouths as their hands grabbed fistfuls of each others hair. The lewd kiss brought the other women to their feet.

When Kristina and Kelly finally broke their kiss, Sharon dropped a strap-on into Kristina’s lap. “All right, whore. Hand that to one of us and beg her to fuck you!”