"Who the fuck do you think you are," she said icily, sitting up and putting her delicate manicured hands on her hips. "Did your white-trash parents tell you it was alright to just waltz into another person's room like you're the fucking queen of Sheba?"

The white hot venom pouring out of her face, coupled with her beautiful features screwed up into a glare that would put Medusa to shame nearly stopped Jen in her tracts. She took a deep breath and steadied herself, and then smiled her best kindergarten-you've-not-been-playing-well-with-the-others smile. Christina didn't know that her housemates were skilled in the black arts of witchcraft, nor did she know about the spell they had just place on her.

"Now Christina," Jen said, trying to hid the fear in her voice, "I just wanted to see if you wanted to join me and the girls in the living room for a drink?"

"How about this, Jen." Christina seethed. "How about you tell your fucking airhead friends to leave me the fuck alone and get the hell out of my room before I call the land lord?"

Christina was standing now and easily stood a good 4 inches taller than her retreating roommate. As she towered over her and waved her highlighter like a switch-blade, she brushed aside her long straight blond mane and looked every bit as menacing as the best of the Disney super villainess. To make matters worse, Christina had the body that all these over-privileged daddy s débutantes seem to have; long, well muscled legs, washboard abs (thanks mostly to genetics and at least two hours in the gym a day), and perky chest that seemed to defy gravity.

"Look, Chris," Jen said, her voice beginning to waver a bit as she backed up a couple of steps. "I just wanted to know if you wanted to come out and see what the rest of the house looked like. You board yourself up in here all day long and you never even look at the rest of us anymore. The only time I've even talked to you in the last week was when your Porsche was blocking the driveway and I was late for class."

"Look, sweetie," Christina fumed, her annoyance growing by the second. "I don't care if you are bleeding to death and you need a ride to the hospital, the next time you come in here without knocking, I'll call my father and have you evicted."

Jen took another deep breath. The only way to tell if the spell had any effect on her was too start giving suggestions. It s now or never, so she might as well start off small.

"Why don't you stand up on one leg, Christina?"

"What?" Christina was monetarily caught off guard by the randomness of Jen's question, but quickly regained her balance. " What the hell are you talking about? Why the hell would I do that?"

Jen's heart sunk into her stomach at the realization that her spell didn't seem to work at all. She was about to give up on the whole endeavor and run for safety and pray that she still had a roof over her head in the morning. Then she remembered the trigger word. She looked down at the floor and fumbled with her hands.

"Christina, are you sure you don't want to?"

"Yes, I'm sure, you stupid bitch," Christina said the blood raising in her face. "Look, I don't have time for any more of your stupid shit."

Even as she began her rant, Christina's right foot slowly started to rise off the floor until her knee bent at a 90-degree angle. Looking like a pink lawn flamingo, she continued to lay into Jen, telling her to leave her alone and lock the door as she left. Jen couldn't believe it, as Christina continued her little lecture; she stood there with one of her cheerleader's Keds raised off the floor. She doesn't even realize that she s doing it.

"And another thing, you tell your stupid boyfriend."

"Excuse me, your highness," Jen said, her confidence growing at the absurd sight of the prom queen yelling at her and looking like an unbalanced stork. "Why are you standing like that if you don't want to?"

Christina's eyes shot down her body in utter bewilderment. She was indeed standing on one foot. Angry and confused, she looked back at Jen like a cranky baby awakened from a dream. Dazed, she attempted to push her leg back down to the floor but her muscles were tight as steel cable and her stance did not change a bit.

"What-what the hell is going on?" Christina mumbled, now pushing her thigh with both hands, trying to get her leg down to its normal position. "You get the hell out of her now Jen."

"I don't understand, Chris," Jen said, as smug as ever. "You said you don't want to stand on one foot, but there you are standing like a god damn jack knife. Why don't you put your foot down?"

"Fuck, you, you little bitch. " Christina shot back, angry to the point of blowing a gasket. "I can put my leg down-if I want to." Christina's leg began to tremble as she again tried to push it down to the floor. She lost her balance and pitched over, falling to the carpet at an odd angle. Her short skirt rode up her hips, giving Jen a clear view of her white lacy panties. She squirmed around on the floor, her knee still bent at the same bizarre angle, trying, without success, to push her skirt back down over her hips.

Jen watched with amusement as the girl with the six figure expense account who ordered coffee directly from Sweden every morning squirmed around on the floor at her feet, cursing and trying to hide her modesty. "Alright Chris, I'm sure you want to put your foot back down."

Instantaneously, Christina's foot shot back down next to her other. She sat straight up with wide eyes and smoothed her skirt down over her thighs.

"What the hell is going on, what are you doing to me?" Christina whimpered, half shamed. She was now as angry as a pit bull on a short leash.

"Why don't you come into the living room and I'll explain it all."

"Why don't you go blow the rest of the rugby team?"

Jen laughed at her housemate s guile despite her position. The next few hours are going to be a ton of fun, she thought. Christina stood up and was staring to turn around before Jen's words made her quickly spin around.

"Are you sure you don't want to come out to the living room?"

"Yes, I'm fucking sure, Christina said, her legs already heading toward her bedroom door. "I think its time for you to get the hell out of my room." Christina said this as she briskly walked past Jen and out of her room. Her voice trailed off as she realized that her legs had a mind of their own and that even the force of her stubborn will was not going to stop her from heading toward the living room. Her hands clawed at the doorframe, trying to stop her progress, but couldn't find a finger. Jen raised her fists quickly in triumph and scurried off behind her, closing the door carefully behind her and nodding at the "stay the hell out!" message on her dry erase board.

In the living room, Christina was met by her other two roommates, Andrea and Michelle, both of whom Christina also thought of as white trash morons. The two girls were seated on the white sofa in front of a wooden kitchen chair. Both Andrea and Michelle had full glasses of red Merlot and both were dressed for bed, wearing sleepwear reserved for slumber parties. The drapes were drawn and several candles were lit, giving the room a warm semi-dark glow.

Michelle's face lit up as Christina strode into the room. In school on an academic scholarship she had always been intimidated by her beautiful housemate, especially when Christina made her conscious of both her own wealth and Michelle's lack of spending money. She wasn't sure what to expect when Christina came striding into the room in an utter rage, her cheeks rosy and her fist clenched.

"I take it its working," asked Michelle, dressed in silky cream pajamas with coral buttons and wispy elastic sleeper pants.

"What are you talking about, you stupid idiot?" Christina screamed and her two roommates, recoiled in horror. "If the two of you are both in on this, too&I swear to god you will both be out on your asses when my father finds out."

Michelle gulped and began to start picturing moving day, as Christina's father would no doubt evict them and watch with a huge grin on his smug face when they were delivered to student\low income housing. She was relieved when Jen came into the room with a huge Cheshire Cat grin on her face.

"Yeah, it s working, all right," Jen said with a giggle. "Go ahead and give it a try. The spell is working perfectly. I don't even think she is conscious of her actions."

Andrea and Michelle looked at each other quickly and then back expectantly at Christina, who looked like an angry cartoon character whose feet were glued to the floor. She kept trying to move away from her stance in the center of the room, but her feet were frozen in place. It was Andrea who first tested the waters as Jen joined them on the couch. She looked right at Christina, who looked even madder than she had when she first strode in.

"All right, Christina, why don't you have a seat in that chair in front of us?" Andrea said, motioning to the bar stool.

"Why don't you all go fuck yourselves," Christina said in a low tone, dripping with acid. "I've got studying to do and not any more time for this shit."

"Are you sure you don't want to have a seat," said Andrea, who was dressed in an oversized nightshirt and white socks.

"Yes, I'm sure..." Christina trailed off as she sat down on the chair and crossed her legs, always ladylike. "I would rather spit in your stupid ass face than sit&shit."

She realized that she was, indeed sitting in the chair as Andrea suggested. Again, her body felt like it was attached to marionette strings and some unseen hand was controlling her actions.

"Very good, Chris," Jen said, using the name she knew really pissed off her bitchy friend. "Doesn't it feel good to play nice?"

"Screw you Jen."

The three girls giggled at Christina's obvious anger and uncomfortable position. They had all been waiting for this moment since they first moved into the ice queen house earlier that semester. While Christina was beautiful, popular and always seemed to have whichever guy she wanted at her beck and call, she took a perverse pleasure in making her roommates lives miserable.

"Christina," Michelle said after the giggling died down. "Why don't you tell us about what happened in your bedroom with Greg last night. I heard you guys through the wall and it sounded pretty hot."

"That is none of your god damn business," Christina said, pressing her palms to her chest in painfully dramatic disdain. "What goes on between me and Greg is my concern, and besides, a lady never kisses and tells. Maybe if you ever had a boy in your room, you wouldn't be so interested in my affairs."

Michelle winced at the verbal jab. It had been awhile since she had a male caller. For Christina to call herself a lady was actually pretty funny, considering the sheer number of handsome guys who had passed through her door this year. It was well known that Christina's house almost seemed a high-price whore-house for rich boys looking for a good time.

"Come on Christina, we re all friends here. I'm pretty sure you should tell us about it. Don't spare the details."

"Well, Greg and I were both pretty drunk last night," Christina said, her cheeks coloring and her hand shooting up to her mouth. The look of confusion and anger as she described her private moment was priceless. "Oh, god why am I telling you this? I just wanted to pass out after the Delta Gamma formal, but he was kind of revved up. We made out a little in the living room before he led me to the bedroom. He pushed me down against the bedspread and pulled my dress up around my waist and sort of just pushed my underwear aside & I still don't think this is any of your business."

Christina was staring down at the carpet, trying desperately to avoid eye-contact. She had her hand up to her brow as if she were confessing the deepest sin imaginable.

"You're right, Chris, this isn't any of our business," Jen said, sitting up straight with an excited gleam in her eyes. "But you're sure going to tell us all about it. Now tell me, were you turned on, you know, when he was being rough?"

"Fuck you Je- & yes, I was totally turned on; I like it when guys treat me like a whore." Christina's tone had changed a bit, from total embarrassment to a strange sense of pride. "When he had my face against the bed, he pushed his hard cock into me and I was so wet that I could hear a juicy swishing sound when he fucked me. Then he started pulling my hair from behind and I started cumming right there. It was so dirty, but so hot just the same. When he had his fun, he pulled out and left me there with my butt in the air and all my clothes on. When he was gone, the only evidence that he had even been there was his warm stuff running down my legs. I can t believe I just told you morons that. God, I'm so embarrassed."

Andrea and Michelle exchanged looks and giggled. While the wine was having its effect, but the blush on both girls faces was mainly caused by their prissy roommate s little tale. Jen strode over to the couch, and sat down between the other girls.

Christina had never been so humiliated in her entire little life. Not only had she divulged such an intimate secret to girls she hardly knew; she was taken aback by her sudden candor and willingness to relate all the gory details. She never ever kissed and told, even to her closest friends in the sorority house and she definitely did not use words like cock, fuck and cumming. Despite her anger, she found herself suddenly aroused by the watchful gaze of her roommates, sitting with wide eyes not four feet in front of her chair.

"And how did that make you feel, being treated like the slut that you are, Christina?" Andrea, the redhead, said with a grin. She had been waiting what seemed like her whole life to get this bitch between her sights. "Did you feel used?"

"Like I'm going to tell you that," Christina said with a flip of her hair and a pained sigh. "I shouldn t have said what I did, and I'm not going any further."

"Are you sure?" Michelle said, sitting forward with an expectant look on her face.

"Why do you all keep saying that-&it made me so hot and horny being used like that." Again, Christina died a little bit as the words came tumbling out of her mouth uncontrollably. "I wanted him to come back and fuck me hard all night long. It was like I had an itch so deep inside my pussy that I couldn't scratch."

Andrea stood up and walked behind their unwilling conversationalist. She put her hands on her shoulders and Christina involuntarily winced as if she had been stabbed. She tried to stand up momentarily, realized that her legs would not obey and slouched back into her chair. Andrea, her oversized shirt almost swallowing up her upper arms, began to slowly rub her shoulders.

"So much tension, Chris." Andrea said with a laugh. "I'm sure you should relax a little and stop being so angry all the time. Now tell me, do you feel all hot and bothered now after telling us about last night? I know all this wine has made my insides all fluttery."

Christina exhaled and visibly deflated. She still looked really upset, but at least her fists weren t all balled up. She suddenly didn't seem to mind that this girl who she saw as insignificant trash was rubbing her shoulders she didn't even let her boyfriends do that.

"Well, whoop de doo for your insides," Christina said, trying as hard as possible to sound angry and scary. She involuntarily crossed her legs under her short skirt and squirmed a bit on her stool. "I don't care at all."

"I don't know, Chris," Jen said, gulping down the contents of her wine goblet. "Why do you keep squirming if you're not turned on? By the way, are you getting cold or something?"

Christina shot her back a blank stare and shrugged her shoulders. She actually felt kind of warm and cozy and rather hot and congested under her skirt. Jen motioned to the front of Christina's thin sweater. Sure enough, her nipples were sticking straight out of the fabric like pencil erasers. Christina's blush deepened at her obvious arousal. Now that Jen had pointed them out, it felt like her nipples were tight little points of glass; so sensitive against her sweater.

Just then, Michelle, the brunette, began unbuttoning the front of her silky pajama top. Christina was totally shocked by the sudden movement. What was she doing and why couldn't she take her eyes away from this girl? Michelle slowly undid her top buttons and then worked her way down the silky material until all five buttons were undone. Her tan skin cut a burn between the cream silk as she pulled the material aside slightly, exposing the sides of her firm breasts. Christina had never noticed her roommate s flat and muscular abs she was always wearing baggy sweaters.

"What are you doing Michelle," Christina said in disbelief. "What are you, some sort of dyke?"

Michelle smiled and stretched out, the silk spreading apart and revealing more of her taught breasts. Christina caught a glimpse of a hard brown nipple before it disappeared back into the silk.

"That's not a nice thing to say at all, Christina." Michelle scolded. "I was just feeling as hot as you are. I'll tell you what, I'm sure you ll understand better if you take off your sweater and toss it on the floor."

Christina's face filled with fright as her fingers shot under her sweater and in one motion, pulled it off over her head. Andrea barely was able to pull her hands away from her shoulders before her sweater hit the floor. Mortified, Christina tried to cover herself up as she sat on display before her roommates in only her lacy white Victoria Secret bra. Her flawless breasts looked so heavy as they strained against the lace and padding, squashed together like any good Miracle Bra will do. Christina was the kind of girl who almost didn't need a bra since her breasts were so well shaped and proportionate.

Christina began to panic as she tried to cover her shame. Why had she taken off her sweater before these idiots? If they could make her do this, what else were they capable of? She felt another electric jolt as Andrea went back to her shoulder massage, making skin on skin contact.

"Why are you so nervous, Christina," Andrea asked, kneading a knot in her shoulder and fingering her silk bra straps. "We re all girls here. This isn't turning you on, is it?"

"What have you done to me?" Christina murmured, holding her swelling breasts in her hands. Even though she was trying to be modest, her boobs felt so warm and soft under her fingers, her nipples so hard they ached. "I'm not a queer. I'm not into this kind of thing."

The other girls were no longer laughing, but instead staring intently at Christina's chest. They shot approving glances at each other and crossed and uncrossed their legs, in spite of their selves. Jen was the first to speak.

"Then you wouldn't mind if I got a little more comfortable over here," she said, stretching and then pulling her slinky tank top up and over her head. She was left in her own lacy bra, her breasts not nearly as impressive as Christina s. "There, that's better. It feels so nice to get that itchy thing off. Do me a favor, Chris, honey. Tell me what you see as I get the rest of these clothes off."

"No&"

"I'm sure you want to, Chris." Jen said with an evil look on her face. She was already standing up and unbuttoning her jean shorts. "Tell me what you see."

Christina tried to look away, but her eyes were drawn to her disrobing friend like moth to flame. Self-consciously, her hands began to lightly squeeze her own breasts as Andrea continued the delicious massage.

"You're unzipping you shorts&oh god this is crazy&now you're pushing them down your legs and stepping out of them&you re&you're standing there in your bra and panties like a lingerie model&no, you won t&you're reaching back now and undoing your bra&please don't make me do this&your boobs are coming free&I can see them all, see your nipples as you drop your bra to the floor&they re so firm and you're squeezing them&god this is crazy&no, not your panties, too&you ve got two thumbs in the waist band&I can see the top of your pubic hair&oh you're really going slowly&the silk is going slowly over your hips and thighs&more of your hair&I can see it all now, all of your pussy!&It s all exposed&"

Christina was squeezing her own breasts hard now and her words were coming in jagged breaths. As Jen stepped out of her panties, leaving her totally nude, she felt a total rush of exhilaration, her heart pounding in her chest. Seeing Christina's eyes roam over her body and describe what she saw was too much for her.

"Don't stop, Chris," Andrea whispered in her ear. "I'm sure you want to tell me what her hands are doing now."

"She s smiling at me, Andrea, and running her hands up and down the sides of her body. Now she s cupping her tits and squeezing her nipples between her fingers. I can t believe it! She s starting to play with herself, in front of all three of us! She s queezing her boobs hard now with both hands. Doesn't that hurt a little? Oh no, one of her hands is moving down over her tummy and rubbing her belly button. How can she squeeze her boobs so hard? Her hand is going lower, over her abdomen, over the top of her pubic hair. Oh god, Andrea, I can see her cunt now that her legs are open&it s so wet&her hand is going so slowly down between her legs&now her fingers are on her pussy lips, rubbing in little circles. She s tweaking her nipples between her fingers now. There it goes; one of her fingers is going into her vagina, in just a little bit and moving all around. So fascinating&

Michelle broke her concentration as she spoke up. "Christina, why don't you take off your skirt? It s starting to get really hot in here and I know you d be more comfy with that thing off."

Jen began writhing on the couch as her finger moved deeper into her vagina. She was pressing her hand deep into her crotch and alternating between nipples with her free hand. Christina looked a Michelle, whose shirt had fallen all the way open, exposing her girlish breasts and wide nipples. She now understood that these girls could make her do whatever she wanted, but she was not about to get naked if she could help it.

"No, I think I'm fine," Christina said, clenching her thighs together. "I'm not taking off my clothes. Never."

Off to her right, Andrea pulled her nightshirt up to her waist, exposing her pale blue panties. She stared at Jen in wonderment as her fingers pressed deep into her slick flesh and rubbed her clitoris in tight figure eight s. Jen now had her legs spread wide on the couch and her fingers were actually glistening as they rubbed against her slippery mons. She was breathing heavy as a fine sheen of sweat covered her twitching female form. Michelle pulled her blue panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them, letting her nightshirt fall down her legs.

"See, Christina," Andrea said as Jen slid first two, then three fingers deep into her swollen vagina and closed her eyes, lost in her own world of self-pleasuring. "It s not that hard. You wear less when you go to the beach in your bathing suit. I'm sure you ll feel better."

With that, Christina stood up and carefully unzipped the side of her skirt and pushed it down over her thighs until the fabric pooled up around her ankles. As she stepped out from the loose pile of skirt, her magnificent body was revealed to Michelle and Andrea. And was her body flawless! Any model on her best day would envy how her womanly hips flared out slightly and led to long, toned legs. Christina didn't look that distressed at losing her skirt and standing no more than two feet from another girl who was panting and writhing around on the couch like a bitch in heat. Christina gaped at Jen, whose fingers were going a mile a minute over her wet, swollen flesh. She moaned audibly as she finger-fucked herself with three fingers. Jen gasped, her hips bucked and her face twisted up into a pleasure grimace as she pushed her fingers forward deep inside her wet vagina, stroking her G-spot. Her other hand came down from her heaving breasts and rubbed her hard clitoris.

All three girls were at a loss for words as Jen's hips began humping both hands buried deep in her pussy. Michelle was pressing her fingers into the crotch of her pajama pants through the silk as her eyes were locked on her friend s fingers as they vibrated against her clit, making a slurping sound. Still standing in her bra and panties, Christina was struck by how beautiful Jen looked, thrashing about on the couch, her hips desperately humping away as both her hands worked away at her pungent pussy. Suddenly, Jen's eyes popped open as her orgasm swept over her body and her thighs slapped together, squeezing her hands between her legs.

"Oh....Fuck&.so fucking good," Jen groaned, her whole body convulsing as wave after wave wracked her naked body. "Christina&I m&.I'm cumming&ahhhh&!!!"

Her whole body went rigid and she let out a mixture of a cry and a moan and held her body taught for a moment&then crashed back down on the sofa in a sweaty heap.

It took two or three minutes for all four girls to recover from Jen's powerful climax. As she stood looking down at the sweaty girl before her in erotic bliss, Christina could smell the musky aroma of her climax. Jen left her fingers in her vagina for a while, feeling her muscles tense and release around her digits as her chest heaved. Christina was dumbfounded at her roommate s live show, not sure how she should feel, but knowing that she felt like she was leaking by the teaspoon, her wetness running like a river down her inner thigh. It was Michelle again who snapped her out of her momentary trance.

"Christina, do you have a vibrator?"

"Um, no. Of course not."

"You wouldn't lie to me would you?"

"No. I don't have one."

Michelle leaned forward and put her hands on her knees, her breasts swaying freely between her arms. She glanced over at Jen, who looked like she had just run a marathon in the nude.

"Just for that," Michelle said. "I'm sure you should take your bra off."

"No&I'm sorry, no!" but it was too late, as Christina's fingers moved up to undo the fittings with a mind of their own. The clasp was undone and Christina's perfect breasts sprang free in all their glory. Michelle had only seen breast like hers in her brother s girly magazines: they seemed to almost perk up toward her chin instead of showing any sign of sag, despite their impressive size.

"Nice tits, Chris," Jen said, still a bit out of breath. "Are you sure you don't have one?"

"No, I mean yes, I mean no, yes&yes, fuck," Christina said, not trying to cover her beautiful breasts anymore, knowing that these three witches would make her move her hands anyway. "I keep it in my bed stand drawer, behind my bible."

"Kinky," Michelle said, absently stroking her firm breasts through her silky top. "Andrea, do you mind."

The red head smiled and headed down the hallway towards Christina's room. Recovered, but still red faced and sweaty, Jen pulled her tank top over her head, her moist breasts pressing through the fabric and leaving nothing to the imagination. Bare chested, her will all but broken by the charged sexual energy in the room, Christina sat back down on her stool, pressing the fabric of the seat cushion up against her agitated pussy lips.

"Easy, now dear," Jen said, her hand straying back down to her still exposed, and glistening vaginal lips. She pointed to Christina's hips, grinding against the cushion. "You ll have plenty of time for that in a little bit, I'm sure of it."

Christina suddenly heard a soft buzzing behind her as Andrea returned to the room. Her face was glowing as she held Christina's favorite toy in both hands. The vibrator was long and thin and pink, with the words "Pink Lady" printed along its base.

"Girls, look at this! This may be the cutest thing I've ever seen," Andrea said with a slightly drunken giggle. "It s pink for god s sake! Daddy s little girl has a pink vibrator! Hiding your little friend behind your bible is so, so naughty, Christina."

For the first time since entering the living room, Christina actually looked more annoyed than shocked or humiliated. She sat on her stool with her legs parted and her hands on her hip. Her bare breasts sitting like a perfectly carved sculpture on her chest. Her eyes never strayed from Jen's juicy vagina as she spoke.

"Give me a break, where the hell and I supposed to hide it?" Christina said, her tone exasperated. "God, you bitches have hypnotized me or something, but please, spare me just a shred of dignity?"

"Oh, spare us Christina," Michelle said with an evil smile. "I d much rather know more about the Pink Lady here."

Andrea gazed at the vibrator like a child on Christmas morning. She sat down on the floor Indian-style next to Christina's chair, her long sleep-shirt riding up to her waist. Christina looked down to see the red-head s auburn-colored pubic hair above her perfectly shaved vaginal lips. Anyone could see that Andrea was every bit as aroused as Jen had been only seconds before. Nestled below her trimmed auburn curls, Andrea's lips were bisected by a cloudy drop of fluid running down toward her behind. The sight and smell of now two naked vaginas so close to where Christina sat was all she could handle. She wondered if her own vaginal lips looked so swollen and purple.

"So, how often does the pink lady here come out to play," Andrea said, twisting the dial on the vibrator s base, causing the toy to buzz louder. "I bet your little snatch is full of her every night. And I thought I was hearing your electric tooth brush."

"Just shut up," Christina said, the angry blush rising in her cheeks. "Just mind your own business."

"I'm sure you want to tell us all about how you play with your little toy there," Jen said. Her finger had strayed back to her wet vagina, circling her saturated opening.

"All right, fine," Christina spit out. "I use it lots of ways. Some times like last night, I'm really horny and I just want to come really fast. So I turn it all the way up and slide it all the way up my, my pussy and press it against my clit. Other times, I take it slower."

Andrea clicked the dial back to its slowest setting. The vibe made a low hum, barely audible over the girl's breathing.

"Like this?" Andrea said, sliding the buzzing wand over her shoulders and collar-bone. "I've never used one of these before, Chris. I can tell why they sell them as muscle relaxers."

"Yeah, like that," Christina continued, staring off into space. Her hands had found their way back to her breasts, cupping them lightly. "I like to take a scented bath with candles and drink some wine. Then I get out of the tub, dry myself off and lie down on my bead in front of the full-length mirror. I prop myself up so I can lean back against the headboard so I can get a good look at my spread pussy in the mirror. I keep the vibe on the low setting and tickle my boobs and nipples until they stand up."

As she spoke, Andrea ran the buzzing tip over her soft breasts through the thin cotton of her night-shirt. She teased her own nipples until they stood out like arrows under the material. Andrea let out a contented sigh as Christina continued. For her part, Christina was now absent-mindedly stroking her perky breasts.

"I like to feel the vibrations in my tummy as I slide it down over my belly button to my pussy. I can feel it all over my pubic hair and it sends butterflies in my stomach. Then I just barely touch my outer lips and watch as they get all puffy and red in the mirror. I can actually see my little clit come poking out of its hiding place as I buzz all around my slit."

"Like this, Christina," Andrea panted. She had the pink wand between her legs, teasing her naked lips. Her eyes were closed and her face glowed in erotic bliss. "The vibration feels sooo sexy&mmmm&.then&then what do you do?"

Christina glanced up at the other two girls on the couch. At some point, Michelle had taken off her pajama pants and now had her hand inside her see-through mesh panties. Jen now had two fingers in her vagina, slowly moving in and out, in and out. Both of them had their eyes glued on the pink vibrator between Andrea's thighs.

"After I tease myself for a while," Christina continued, her voice a throaty whisper. "I can see all the blood has rushed to my pussy and that itch is there, deep inside my cunt. I part my lips with two fingers of my other hand so I can see myself open up like a flower in the mirror. God, I feel so fucking horny telling you this."

Christina was pinching her tight nipples with one perfectly manicured hand and was now lightly rubbing herself through the wet patch at the center of her panties. Andrea was mimicking Christina's story and had her slick vaginal lips parted with one hand and just lightly touching her open pussy with the vibrator.

"Tell me what&what then," Andrea moaned, her thighs quivering as her friends on the couch sped up the motions of their fingers on their sex. Jen was gasping and rubbing her soaked pussy in tight little circles while Michelle rubbed her clit in an up and down motion. Both girls were finding it difficult to keep their eyes trained on the vibrator.

"Just a second," Christina said, standing up and quickly walking across the room to retrieve a plush recliner chair. She replaced her stool and sat down, reclining all the way back so that her hips were above her head. She grasped her soaked panties and pushed them down over her thighs and kicked them off her ankle. Michele and Jen smiled that she was finally joining into the fun and returned to their breathless moans.

If Christina's breasts were a work of art, her pussy was beyond compare. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a perfect rectangle; both sides of it were smooth as silk, with no razor marks at all. She lay back on the cushions and let her blond hair fall about her beautiful face. She then raised her knees up and spread her long beautiful legs wide, giving Jen a Michele quite an eyeful. Andrea momentarily looked up and smiled.

"After lightly touching my pussy at a low setting for a couple of minutes, I'm ready to be fucked good," Christina purred, closing her eyes and fingering her hard clitoris with her middle finger. "I turn the vibe on medium and slide just the tip into my vagina&oh&I'm so wet, so ready&Sometimes that's enough to make me come right there. Then I slowly, slowly inch it all the way into me&slowly, one centimeter at a time, until its buzzing all the way up into my womb. Oh..yess&"

Christina had her whole palm pressed into her wetness, kneading her fingers into her flesh. Andrea had followed along with Christina's description, and now had the vibe buried to the hilt in her snatch. The new sensation was too much as her orgasm hit her full force. She writhed around the carpet, drooling and moaning as one wave after another washed through her.

Christina, in her full naked glory, pulled her hand out of her crotch and stood up. She walked past her other two roommates, both whom were squealing and crying out as one orgasm after another ripped though them. Christina bent over above Andrea, in the midst of her second earth-shattering climax. Her nails gripped the carpet and her head shook from side to side as the vibrator, stilled buried to the hilt in her quivering pussy, brought her closer to a third orgasm. Christina reached out and grasped the base of the vibrator and ripped it out, like Arthur pulling out Excalibur. Andrea's eyes popped open in shock as the sudden movement sent her over the edge and she screamed in pleasure.

"I believe this is mine," Christina said.

She quickly returned to her old position amidst the moaning on the couch. Hastily, she clicked the vibrator to full power, making it buzz like a beehive. She spread her congested lower lips and rudely jammed the entire length of the wand deep into her vagina. Instantaneously, one of the most powerful orgasms of her life spread out from her pussy and tingled every nerve in her body. She arched her back and screamed like an opera singer.

Slowly, all four girls came back down to earth after their own series of orgasms subsided. Each slumped into sweaty heaps and looked around the room, not sure if they had dreamed what had just happened.

"I don't know about the rest of you," Christina said, shutting the vibrator off. "I'm going to remember this day for a long, long time. I'm sure of it."

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