"Ah, I knew she was a baby all along," Rajesh sneered. "Take her
home, Anil, so we can watch the film in enjoyment." Nisha blanched
under the direct punch of his contempt...and rebellious resentment
welled up inside her, forcing her to take a cigarette and place it
reluctantly between her lips. A child, was she! A baby!

"Let me light it for you," Anil said. "Once you're high, you'll feel
things you have never felt before." He lit the cigarette, and
trembling slightly, Nisha drew in her first drag. She coughed.

"Oh, for God's sake," Rajesh said disgustedly.

"Let her alone," Sindhu said. "She'll learn. Remember how I was the
first time? Nisha, hold the smoke down in your lungs. Try again, and
take it slow."

The second inhalation was easier, and the naive young girl held the
sour-sweet smoke down until she thought she'd burst. She exhaled,
looked around with a smile of triumph, only to see that the other
three were obliviously smoking their own joints. She followed suit,
and by the end of her cigarette, she began to float.

"How you feeling now, baby?" Anil asked as he switched off the lights
and started the movie.

"Like I'm on the moon!" Nisha had never felt better in all her life;
she was happy and carefree, without a worry in the world. She felt
warm and close to everyone here, and she turned her blissful eyes to
the screen.

The movie has started. A woman and a bedroom came into focus. The
woman was a statuesque brunette, wearing a clinging black gown
accentuating her body underneath. She slipped the gown slowly
upwards, exposing slim, well-rounded legs, full thighs, and a pair of
silken stockings which contrasted with her creamy smooth skin. Then
the dress was over her head, and in nothing but her stockings, bra
and panties, the woman took the dress and carefully laid it over a
chair. Then she bent forward and slowly, tantalizingly, unhooked her
bra--Nisha heard a sharp intake of breath from the other couch at
this point...and the full beauty of the woman's firm, proud breasts
burst free. They stood high and beautifully formed, their quivering
nipples stood out on the luscious half-spheres. Almost naked now, she
turned and bent over seductively and with her back to them, she drew
the panties down over her curved hips and buttocks, brushing them
sensuously against her smooth thighs and calves and then discarding
them at her feet.

She stretched languidly and teasingly swung around to face the
camera. All her delicious nudity was exposed now, from her high
rounded breasts to the soft dark triangle of her cunt below. She lay
back on the bed, scissoring her legs open and closed to expose the
thin slit of her vagina nestling in the soft dark hair of her pussy,
and she twisted her buttocks against the bed as though she were
trying to bury herself in it. The camera was at her feet now,
catching every detail of her sensual slow build-up into sexual
arousal.

Nisha gasped with astonishment, for she had never expected anything
like this! Especially to start a film! What could possibly happen
next? She gulped nervously from her glass...and as she did so Anil
lit her another cigarette. Without thinking, she sucked in the
drugging smoke...and she could feel herself become mentally detached,
as if she were another person entirely. The heat and excitement of
the room, combined with the dope and alcohol to stimulate her...and
she squirmed down against the cushion...sensing the round edge of it
push her dress and panties tightly up into her vaginal crevice. She
rubbed herself against it, working the corner of the cushion between
the moist lips of her vulva, her body rocking on it in an almost
indiscernible rhythm in concert with the writhing actress before her,
and she could feel a wetness spreading between her thighs.

She looked guiltily out of the corner of her eyes at Sindhu and
Rajesh to make sure that they hadn't noticed her, but they were too
engrossed in what they were doing. Sindhu lay back against Rajesh,
dragging heavily on another joint, and Rajesh had his hands all over
her body. The top button of her pants was undone with an inch or so
of the zipper undone...and one hand of Rajesh's was inside
there...clearly rummaging around between her thighs, his fingers
clearly outlined against the fabric. His other hand was inside her
blouse...and Sindhu seemed unaware of either of his hands, for her
mouth was hanging limply open in a strange intoxicated look as they
dazedly watched the movie together.

Nisha leaned back against Anil, careful not to break contact with the
edge of the cushion which was pressed between her fevered thighs, and
she found his hand waiting for her. Without thinking, she relaxed
against it, making no protest when his fingers settled heavily on her
left breast.

His arm feels good, she thought to herself. And it doesn't hurt
anything, I guess ... She looked back to the screen again, and was
absorbed by the lewd perversions flickering in front of her drug-
dulled eyes. She couldn't believe it!

The woman was running her hands over her body as though she were out
of control, her fingertips dancing over the flat, ivory belly and
coming to rest at the vee of her soft, fleece-covered vagina, and the
contact of her fingers on her moistly open slit made her groan
silently and rise slightly off of the bed. She straightened the legs
like two beautifully carved ivory columns above the mattress. Then,
with a deeper groan that Nisha could almost hear it was so real, she
let them fall widely apart, showing the moistly glistening furrow
between. Her fingers crawled to the soft hair-covered lips and spread
them slowly apart until the wet pinkness was fully visible and the
vertical mouth-like orifice up between her thighs opened hungrily.
The half-moons of her firm rounded buttocks shone whitely, divided
sensuously by the hot, softly spreading crevice between them, her
tiny anus nestled mysterious and inviting below the swollen and
gently pulsating lips of her open cunt.

Nisha found herself sympathetically bound to the woman, her own cunt
tingling with anticipation. A soft moan escaped from her lips, and
once again she grabbed her drink to try and quench the fluttering
heat in her belly and loins; the alcohol, mixing with the marijuana,
only intensified the fire inside her. She squirmed down on the sofa
and she felt Anil's hands now groping at the straps of her jumper,
unbuttoning them at the back. Before she could react, they were free
and falling over the swollen slopes of her breasts; his hand slipped
inside, pulling the material free from her brassiere...and she
stiffened, filled with both foreboding and excitement. She tried to
pull his hand away, but her own fingers moved only as far as Anil's,
and then fell back again, and she could only stare with glassy, drug-
dimmed eyes at the movie and submit, thankful that in the darkness
the boy's manipulations would not be seen by her girlfriend, Sindhu,
or Rajesh.

The woman on the screen, her mouth open wide in ecstasy, worked one
finger...then two into the glistening moistness of her cunt hole, and
at the same time stroked the throbbing bud of her clitoris with her
other hand, her face tightening as she masturbated in open
capitulation with her craving desires, her alabaster skin wet and
shining with perspiration, her dark brown pubic hair matted to her
pink fleshy vaginal lips as she strove for orgasm. Her driving
fingers sunk deep up into her widely stretched opening, thrusting
harder and harder, but they were not enough. Nisha could see the
woman's face clenching with frustration and purpose, eyes tight,
teeth gritted, every sinew and muscle in her body spasming in her
longing for release ...

Nisha fuzzily tried to convince herself that she still had control of
herself in this situation, and that somehow she'd be able to stop the
liquor and marijuana in her from overcoming her natural prudence. But
her own face and body shone in a luster of sexual sweat...a trickle
of which ran down between her breasts that her date was kneading and
squeezing. She knew that she had to demand to go home, to shut off
the movie at least, that she'd gone too far in allowing the boy to
fondle her breasts...for now he was snaking his fingers up inside her
thin brassiere, and there was nothing in the way of his probing
fingers except whatever mental resistance she could muster. But she
couldn't seem to move away or to make her body obey the warning bells
in her mind...and she squirmed down tighter into the seat as Anil's
fingers caressed the soft underside of one whitely exposed mound,
then his fingers and thumb were wickedly tweaking her already
hardened nipple. Her breasts ached with swollen desire, and she felt
tiny, unwanted throbs of tell-tale desire pulsing hotly in her belly
and vagina, and she bit her lip to hold back any more of the lewdly
forbidden sensations.

Anil's hand came to rest on her lap now, and though she tried to
fight off his caresses by raising her knees, his fingers moved
insinuatingly closer to her panty-covered crotch...kneading the
softness of her naked thighs and legs which were exposed by the
shortness of her mini-skirt, while at the same time caressing
abandonedly the now open and tremblingly free mounds of her throbbing
breasts with his other hand. She sucked in her breath in ragged,
fevered gasps from the crawling, insect-like contact with her lower
flesh, and guiltily she glanced over to the other couch.

The lewd sight she beheld made her freeze, and the dimly lit scene of
Sindhu and Rajesh together held her in perverted fascination. She
felt as if she could reach out and touch Sindhu, and that if she did,
that Sindhu would not notice: the girl's head was rolling back and
forth in a trance-like limpness, her face as contorted in the same
way as the woman's on the screen. Rajesh's middle finger was
disappearing rhythmically into the soft dark curls of her pubic hair.
Sindhu's legs spread slackly outwards to allow him full access to her
naked young cunt. Her thin white nylon panties were stripped past her
knees so that she could bend them outward. Nisha thought that what
she was actually witnessing live was worse then the movie. This was
her own girlfriend she was watching being...being finger-fucked by a
boy. Nisha tried to blot out the obscene spectacle, but couldn't, for
the lasciviousness of it caused more strange little electric tingles
to run deep in her belly, and the seeping moisture in her cunt to
increase. Her heart beat like a tom-tom, mesmerized as the boy on the
other couch lewdly fingered the nakedly squirming pussy of the girl
who was her very best friend.

God, surely they would go no further. She certainly couldn't allow
Anil to go any further with her own body. But his hotly searching
hand pressed tighter and tighter against the mound of her own crotch,
unable to slip lower because of her tightly clenched thighs, the
pleasures he raised began to break down her will to resist, for it
was so good, so wickedly good, and she turned her eyes once more to
the movie while his fingers teased like tiny squirming snakes in the
crevice of her skirt. She dully promised herself she would force him
to stop if he tried more...but then came the terrible realization
that should she make a scene, her breasts were completely naked and
would be seen by Rajesh and Sindhu if they looked up to see what the
commotion was about. There was no more she could do except squirm
down helplessly against the cushion and squeeze her legs together...!

Then, to her horror, Nisha saw that from out of the side of the film
bounded a large German Shepherd dog. He leaped upon the bed, tongue
lolling, and the woman sat up in shock, her hands still frozen in the
position of her masturbation. The giant animal bared its fangs in a
menacing warning for the girl not to move, his panting head just
above her exposed, defenseless vagina.

Nisha tensed, and only Anil's firm grip kept her from bolting from
the couch. "My God." she whispered. "What's that dog doing there?"

Anil grinned. "Watch and see, baby. Watch and see."

She squirmed helplessly, a blush of shame washing over her at the
sudden indecent pleasure overcoming her revulsion at the presence of
the beast. Anil's hand became still bolder, and he hooked his middle
finger still further into her trembling thighs...sensing her slow
surrender. The woman in the movie was still horrified, moaning as the
German Shepherd lowered its head and sniffed the wetness of its nose
against the lips of her open cunt. Then the dog snaked out a long,
pink tongue and licked wetly the full length, up from the woman's
tiny puckered anus to the little cuntal lips surrounding her
clitoris. The animal wagged its long tail and flicked its tongue
again and again up between her trembling, wide-splayed legs. She
jerked beneath his lewd attack spasmodically and squirmingly raised
her arms in fear and indecision.

Nisha groaned aloud, grinding her buttocks harder down into the
cushion, and as she did so Anil's hand was suddenly up under her
skirt and covering the crotch-band of her desire-moistened panties.
She quivered as her tender young cunt walls secreted more fluids of
sexual excitement around his fingers, and in response Anil moved his
fingers in circled, precise motions which made her vaginal area
pulsate with ever-increasing desire. She was almost out of control
with passion now, and didn't think she could stand another moment of
his maddening tease of her barely covered genitals. She was ready to
spread her legs like Sindhu and allow his touch to quench the fires
which raged through her hotly contracting cunt, and the marijuana and
alcohol boiled through her veins, stoking the furnace of her arousal.

It was too much for the young, drugged virgin to take! In a last-
ditch attempt to stop, she desperately gasped: "No! No, Anil, don't
touch me there! Please leave me alone!"

"Why not, baby? You know you love it."

"I'm ... I'm not that kind of girl, Anil!" she whimpered.

"All girls are that kind of girl...if they're not in diapers," the
boy sneered. "And baby, from what I can feel, you're not in diapers
anymore..."









 
  
