The C.F.N.F. Club

Mid-suck in a drink from her cup, Jenni reflexively sucked a smidge too hard and gave a choke. It was the first time she'd heard anyone say the word "pussy," to say nothing of having her own referred to in such a context.

"Oh!" Maddie gave her a light clap on the back. "Okay there, babe?"

Jenni nodded. "Oh, yes! I, eh—ahem!—I guess I'm just not used to being part of a discussion involving stuff being done to my boobs and...pussy," she shyly whispered, turning pink in her smirking cheeks.

"Well, dolly, spend a little more time with us and you'll get used to it relatively damn quick," Viv winked at her. She presented Jen's business-clad tush with an impish spank, sending even more pinkish red flushing to her face. Katie took Jenni's free paw next.

"Jen?" Katie led the lass back toward her seat. She sat in the chair and urged Jenni to perch on her lap. With a little urging and encouragement, she agreed. Katie proceeded.

"I hope I'm not stepping out of line, but you seem just a little teensy-weense on edge," she remarked, hugging Jenni around the middle. "Kinda since...well, since you popped up at our door, in fact. Again, hon, we're really really sorry you missed your interview. But if I may...the, uh, C.F.N.F. club also kinda offers some opportunity for financial gain...in its own way."

"Oh, Katie, I'm not sure that's something we wanna broach just now," warned Cheri. "We don't wanna overwhelm or scare the girl off. Our little marketing venture isn't for everybody."

"Well, yes, Cher bear, I was just getting to that," Katie rejoined, holding one hand at arm's length, "absentmindedly" rubbing Jenni's back with the other. "Just illustrating the point that depending on how much time our guest spends with us, she'll learn more and more about us, and she may get over-intimidated, but then again, she may not." She dropped her free hand on Jenni's thigh, and began gingerly rubbing it as well. "...Right, hon?"

Jenni didn't know if Miss Stephenson was working a little seduction on purpose or not, but felt some warm initial shivers through her as Katie smoothed digits into her inner thigh, and applied pressure up and down. Perhaps she was just being friendly, but this was quite a degree to take friendliness to. She let out a silent gasp. Speaking of being overwhelmed...part of her wanted to get off Katie's lap. Part of her very much didn't. She was unsure if this was "supposed" to be happening, but...gosh, did it feel nice. For her part, Katie was a friendly sort, but knew what she was up to. She wasn't proud of her ulterior motive, but there remained purpose behind asking Jenni if she was single, and sweetening her on the club. She wasn't really hoping to rope Jenni in as a girlfriend, but more as a dozenth club member. If Jenni joined, Katie wouldn't be the noob anymore. And she could then join the others in putting Jenni through her "orientation": hazing her, roasting her, making her the butt of their practical jokes.

What neither Jenni nor Katie—nor anyone else in the room—anticipated was the effect this semi-intimate interaction had elsewhere. To Katie's right sat club chairwoman Cheri, who had the best view of Jenni on Katie's lap. Jenni visibly reddened with mild arousal having her thigh fondled. And Cheri liked it. Neither would nor could she deny, the whole display was getting her hot. Cheri and June had started this club because they not only enjoyed playing with other girls and their bodies, but as discussed before, they were voyeurs as well. They too relished the privilege of just sitting back and being entertained.

Especially for the Cheri bear herself, toying with ladies and being toyed with back was her life. She couldn't express how fortunate she felt for these other women to help grow her club. It was her brainchild and her "baby." Imaginably, she and the other girls didn't necessarily fear commitment to one partner, but were moreover unexcited by the idea. Every person wanted different ingredients for the dishes to satisfy her sexual appetite. Like Jenni, several members were originally daunted by the idea of lively lesbian orgies, but inevitably warmed. And as of Katie's reward for being a good sport last time, each girl had now been a centerpiece of the club's escapades at least once. And each had achieved wild, momentous orgasm in her corresponding turn. If that wasn't the sign of a successful women's sex club, Cheri (and June) didn't know what was. Cher refocused attention to see Katie continuing.

"...Anyway, Jenni, my friend, this may be none of our business, and please excuse us if we're sticking our noses where they don't belong. But you mentioned you're unattached now at the moment. That in mind," prepared Katie, "...May I ask whether or not you...otherwise have an active sex life?"

Jenni's eyes widened, darting about at all the other members. While she supposed she appreciated and was flattered by the attention—and intrigue in her erotic exploits—she couldn't help but feel disoriented. The truth was, she'd grown up sheltered by her folks in terms of sex and the like. Her Mom and Dad were already in their mid-30s when they had her—their only child—and both old-fashioned. Sex was not an entirely taboo topic in the Wolbert household, as they knew Jenni'd grow up and strike out on her own one day. Her folks only hoped she would handle the act responsibly. They frowned on the idea of their daughter losing her virginity before marriage, but wouldn't go so far as to forbid it. What they didn't see coming was the possibility of Jenni being gay.

"W—...well, um..." Jenni gulped, sitting still on Katie's lap, Katie gazing innocently up, massaging her thigh. The girl paused to wipe a pattern of perspiration from her brow.

"I, uh...I-I guess I always kinda pr-prioritized school and work over that...kinda thing..." she told them, feeling her pussy moisten.

"I seeeeee..." Katie teased, pouring it on. "Well now, again, please forgive if I'm just totally outta line here...but, about how often do you treat yourself to a nice orgasmic release?"

Jenni's breaths came in rushed gasps. She couldn't help but notice Katie wasn't letting up with the thigh rubbing. She tried to think.

"Uhhh...I...erm..."

Stella sidled up behind Jenni and began giving her shoulders a similarly sensual massage.

"Don't remember, babe?"

Jenni gave still no response. Cheri stepped in.

"Okay, ladies, give her a break for a second," she requested. Stella and Katie let up. Jenni audibly exhaled.

"All right. Now Jen?" continued Cheri. "Can you remember the last time you had any sort of sexual release?"

Again, the young guest tried to think or recall, but could merely look on helplessly. Once more, the reaction provoked was logical.

"Ohhhhh, wow," lamented June, amid whistles from a couple other members. "Okay, girls, we have a mission."

"That we do indeed," Natalie agreed, as the club gathered nearer. "Clearly, we must take care of this."

"Oh, Jenni, you dear sweet virgin!" said Katie. "No wonder you've been so tense this whole time!"

"A'right, Jen, that settles it," Cheri decided, adjourning to the closet to fetch a couple more items. "You are the chosen focal point of today's C.F.N.F. club meeting."

Jenni's heart accelerated, looking back up to see Miss Brock toting a thick fluffy blanket and pillow back to the table. She arranged them appropriately, as Stella gingerly tugged back Jenni's blazer. "We'll just take this for you..." she cooed.

The girl grew ironically hotter as her jacket was eased off, underneath which lay a white button-up dress shirt. This Katie assumed, reaching to undo the top button first, then down to the bottom, and back up. June, the foot fetishist, stooped before Jenni and began unfastening her shoe straps. Jenni's breathing intensified.

"Uh...l-ladies..." she croaked through building arousal, "I'm...I'm just not sure th—..."

Her voiced thought went unfinished, just before Cheri concluded it for her. The chairwoman caressed her cheek...

"It's all right, sweetheart...we are."

...And kissed her.

Jenni's eyes fluttered as she allowed herself to succumb. Already low on resistance, being liplocked by Cheri—a veritable cougar to Jenni Wolbert's cub—set the girl's hormones aflame and turned her to jelly. Additionally, June's removal of Jenni's shoes gave the sensation of floating free off the ground. Which made sense, as she was still sitting on Katie's lap. It was Peggy's and Viv's turn next, so they picked her up around the torso and legs, and sat her atop the blanket on the table. Now that her shirt was open, Peggy relieved her of it while Viv went to work on her trouser fly. Jenni tensed up.

"Oh-oh my gosh," she objected, reflexively reaching to push and swat Viv's paws. June subdued her by tickling her now bare feet.

"Eee-hee-hee-heeeeee!" she giggled. "Okay, okay, please don't!"

"Very well," smiled Miss Walters. "Go with us on this, and I won't have to again."

"Though that'll disappoint her, it will," Babette chimed in. "June is partial to feet, quite."

"But seriously, yes, Jen, trust us," Maddie advised. "We're basically experts in this field."

Natalie leaned in toward Jenni and pecked her ear. "That's right, babe. Listen to the experts. We know what we're doing."

A new concern entered Jenni's mind, now shirtless with her slacks sliding down her legs.

"Ummm...are y—...you-you guys sure no one's gonna come in here?"

"Of course we're sure, honey bunny," said Cheri. "The door is locked, just as it was when you arrived."

This put Jenni's mind a bit at ease, but she remained nervous. The fact that it seemed eleven women were about to strip her naked and...do heaven knew what to her...kept her on edge. The part of her with some willpower left wanted to protest again. But the thought of another sizzling kiss or another bladder-threatening tickle overwhelmed her. She decided she'd better cooperate. The slacks left her body and were placed away with her other garments. She was reduced to her unders.

"'Atta girl," she heard one of them say. "Now, Jen-Jen, we're gonna have you lie down on your belly for us..."

With a modicum of coaxing, Jenni turned over and did as told. Part of her could not believe this was happening, how ridiculous it all was. Why would she possibly go along with this insanity? this part wanted to know.

Oh, I dunno... mused the other. Because...we've virtually never been laid or even gotten off in our frigging lives, our libido's wide awake, we're as horny as a damn weasel, and almost a dozen attractive women are about to have their way with us??!

...Let the record show your side let it happen.

Noted. Now shut up!

The group gave Jenni a hiatus from stripping to lull her nerves with some more caresses, head to soles. Jenni let her half-smushed face burrow in the pillow, thoroughly relishing all the soft girl-paws on her flesh. She couldn't discern how much time elapsed, but finally felt her bra being unclasped, and her panties slide down.

Oh my god.

The ladies made Jenni raise her body a moment, and before she knew it, it was official. She was, in their presence, nude. Face-down, but wondrously, gloriously nude. She found herself wanting to turn over on her back before they even asked her to.

The hands resumed their tasks. Fingers sifted Jenni's hair, graced her shoulder blades, played her spine, teased her ribs, fondled her lower back, groped her exposed ass, massaged her calves and ankles, and...oooh! Was that a fingertip in her...

"HE-e­-ey!" she chortled. "That's my butthole! Leave that alone!"

"Oh, but I think not," a voice that sounded like Miss Brock's contradicted her. "Once a spry fresh chick agrees to partake in the festivities of the one and only Juniper C.F.N.F. club, she is subject to whatever said club sees fit. Including but not limited to any and all delights her lovely nude figure has to offer. That asshole's fair game, missy."

With that, Jenni felt something yet softer and more delicate titillate the same orifice.

"Aaaaah!" she laughed. "What the hell's that?!"

"My feather, silly," purred Miss Feldman's voice.

"They're cute when they're about to wet themselves, aren't they?" Miss Hennings' rejoined.

"Right, girls," said the British voice, the name of which Jenni couldn't recall. "I reckon we'd best flip her over before...you know."

Jenni's brows arched. "Before"...what?

"Okay, chick-pea," the voice belonging to Miss Starr said next, hand patting the back of her left thigh. "On your back."

Jenni's modesty took a backseat to her sex drive, as she realized the cougars—and cougars-in-training—were about to scope her genitals. Her nipples were semi-erect and her pussy sufficiently moist, which she believed the ladies should and would take as a compliment. She about-faced. She didn't know if she wanted to open her eyes and see all those predatory faces just yet. But unbeknownst, the lionesses she'd been thrown to had something else in store for her first.

"Righty-ho, sweetie," said Babette, retrieving a couple matching items from their bag of tricks in the closet. "Now you won't mind then, will you, just a small precaution..."

Jenni felt her arms taken above her head. Babette tethered an end of one of the extra long scarves around their subject's wrist, threaded it under the table, secured it to a support, and brought it around to her other, doing the same. Jenni didn't actually realize this was happening until it did. She looked up.

"Oh m—...wh—...y—...you're tying me up?"

"Quite," Miss Essman confirmed, sans hesitation. "Obedient, obsequious, perceptive, and a cutie. Lovely treat for the lot of us."

She sauntered down to Jenni's feet, throwing the girl a fish-eating grin over the shoulder. She tied Jenni's feet subsequently, with an equal lack of slack, stretching the lass into a perfect human X. Jenni abruptly surmised just how vulnerable she was.

"Uh-oh..." she squeaked.

She looked up. There they were. Out came the teeth, in those roguish, sinister smiles. A few nodded.

"'Uh-oh' is right, peaches," said Miss Starr. "Welcome to the club."

"Are...are you gonna hurt me?"

"Oh, certainly not!" Miss Odell insisted. "We'd never deliberately harm you."

"Yes—unless, of course, you were specifically asking for it," Eileen added. "If you happened to particularly enjoy, or fetishize pain, we'd honor your wishes. Actually, we were just discussing the pleasure of pain before you showed up."

"True," said Cheri. "We don't know what you like yet, Jen. But no worries; I'm sure we'll find out...one way or another."

She winked. Something about the wink made Jenni gulp.

"Well, if...uh...you're not gonna hurt me...why do I still feel unsafe?"

"Awww," said Miss Foster, giving her nose a loving tweak. "We're just messing with you, honey. Y'know, just throwing a little playful scare into ya. Just having some fun's all."

Jenni paused, scrunching her nose so she could breathe through it again.

"Then...what are you gonna do to me?"

The hands resumed their roving activity. The first skin-on-skin genital contact was achieved. Jenni lolled her head back and moaned. Her pending question was fielded by Miss Peggy.

"Just enjoy you, my friend. See, if we take it back to basics, C.F.N.F.: clothed females, naked females. One or more girls are in their birthday suits, having been designated as the victims. The submissives. The rest of the participants keep their clothes on. This way, the victims are rendered delightfully powerless, both physically and psychologically. They are forced to expose their lady-parts, but aren't allowed to see the other girls'. At the same time, they're extra susceptible to whatever the clothed girls choose to do to them: torments, humiliations, any number of trials and tribulations. I'm just throwing out examples, of course."

"Hey, you're a poet who didn't blow it," Viv remarked.

Jenni whimpered.

"It's okay, though, sweets," said Miss Roschfeld. "We're not gonna put you through some kind of excruciating agony. If you really liked that sorta kink, that'd be one thing. But it would appear that frightens you. So we'll be nice."

"Mm, to an extent," smirked Peggy. She snaked her feather's blade rapidly up and down Jenni's pussy slit.

Gasp. "AAAAAAAAAHAAHAHAHAAAHHH!"

Her raucous, helpless guffaws set off a chain reaction of wicked laughter amongst the others.

"All right, all right, let's cool it with the feather," Cheri told Peggy. "It obviously drives the poor girl crazy."

"Yeah," Raina agreed. "Save it till after she cums."

Jenni looked up behind her from whence came Miss Chester's voice.

"Wh-what??"

It was considerably more difficult to focus with the warm hands still traversing her heaving, quivering figure. But Jenni wanted an explanation to that last remark. Stella decided to answer her, with actions rather than words. It was her turn to sink one on Jenni, preceding with a sultry, "Edible lipstick, cherry-flavored. Taste it, dollface."

Taste it she did. And began to get intoxicated...though not near so much as two moments later, as Stella palmed her tit, cradling the nipple between her fingers...and Eileen grabbed her cunt. Jenni's eyes popped open.

"MMMMMM!" she exclaimed through the kiss. Stella, however, refused to let up. In fact, Jenni thought she even heard Miss Starr chuckle at her through their liplock. And she might've been crazy in the moment, but she also believed she felt the other hands clamp down, to hold her even tighter in place. Babette gripped her around the other titty with both mitts, lowering to take the nipple in her mouth. Even more hair sprinkled over Jenni's neck and torso. Jenni swore through the ongoing kiss, wondering how she was bearing up under this so far. Passion was spreading, like a swirling pool of sizzle eating through the table, about to engulf her.

Natalie reached around Eileen's hand and squeezed Jenni's ass, always liking her a shapely posterior. Viv pressed her mouth into the crook of her arm and sucked. Raina smelled her hair, nuzzling the top of her head. Peggy and Cheri each took a leg and rubbed. Madison traced her tongue in a circle around her bellybutton. June assumed her post at the foot, after running to the closet once more to grab some whipped cream for the girl's toes. And frankly wondering what was so special about the tootsies, Katie thought maybe she'd give the other one a try. Those frantically curling piggies were pretty cute. And dare she say, maybe even a bit...tasty-looking. And she reminded herself how good it felt last time when June and Raina worshiped her feet.

Jenni's heart was about to burst through her chest. And with Stella's seemingly tireless lips and tongue invading her own, and the amount of sweat cascading down her face, she was surprised she wasn't drowning. Hair adhered to her brow, draping her eyes and impairing her vision, but she didn't care. Her hostage paws—front and hind—clenched into balled fists, flexing trembling limb muscles. Her eyeballs rolled back, seeing lightning flashes and bodies made of stars. Her yearning, long-deprived pussy blazed with swollen pride, forcing an auto-quench with more liquid arousal and budding cum. Jenni didn't know how long she could stand this or how much more she'd be able to take, but was seeing why they'd tied her down. Otherwise, she'd have doubtlessly blown through the ceiling. Even so, she struggled like mad to get free.