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Chapter 1
Looking down at the opposite end of the grey couch, where Amrita and Jala sat, Lex saw Amrita’s hand clench. She had clearly heard the sad tone in Dipsha’s voice when she turned down Lex’s offer for a beer. He didn’t know what to make of it, so he went back to watching the movie.
After a few more minutes, Lex noticed that Amrita and Jala had covered themselves in a blanket, hiding their voluptuous bodies beneath. He was disappointed, slightly. They were all just friends, but he loved the way the three women dressed, always showing off their ample curves. It was a shame, he felt, to remove them from view. Another thought crossed his mind, though: Dipsha and he weren’t under the blanket. He didn’t feel cold, and Dipsha didn’t look cold to him, either. A slight movement could be discerned through the thick grey blanket. Lex was perplexed. What were they doing? He looked at Dipsha next to him. She didn’t seem to notice.
After a few minutes, both Amrita and Jala stood up, and Amrita said, “Dipsha, will you help us make some snacks?”
Dipsha nodded sheepishly. As she stood up she looked at Lex. He felt awkward seeing that she was blushing. His confusion deepened. As he sat there, minutes went by. He heard a door shut down the hall, and then nothing for some time. Eventually all three women came back, smiling conspiratorially at one another. They each carried a tray of food, and set them on the dark wood of the coffee table.
Looking over, despite it being dim in the beige walled room, Lex noticed Dipsha’s thick, lustrous black hair was slightly wet. Her neck looked damp, too. She was smiling as she started watching the movie again, and Amrita and Jala were laughing out loud at the antics on the screen. He let it go and enjoyed the movie.
On the screen a man was freaking out, trying to convince people that their clothes were made of something dangerous, and to take them off. In reality, he just wanted to see people naked. It wasn’t working.
Another hour went by as they all sat eating the cheeses, crackers, and meats that had been brought out. Everyone was enjoying drinks, too. All but Dipsha, anyway. Amrita and Jala were downing bottles of water one after the other.
“More snacks, ladies? Let’s be good hostesses,” said Amrita.
The other two women nodded. Dipsha blushed deeply again, and they disappeared down the hall. Lex’s curiosity was getting to him. He stood up and padded quietly down the hall. The kitchen was empty. He went toward the bedrooms. A faint rustling could be heard inside one of them. He moved silently to the door, and knelt down. Ear against the door he could hear talking, but couldn’t make out exact words. His heart thundered in his chest as he turned his face toward the painted white wooden door, and searched for the keyhole. Looking through it blew his mind. What was he looking at? It didn’t make any sense. He saw a tuft of hair on the bed, and Amrita straddling it. Wait, where was Jala? He adjusted his view angle, and saw that she was on the bed. His mind absorbed the details and processed them. Jala was not wearing pants, and her thong was pulled to the side, exposing her pussy, fringed in a trimmed bush. She was masturbating, while watching Amrita doing… what? What was Amrita doing? Then it all slid into place: the tuft of hair was the top of Dipsha’s head! At this angle, all he could see was her hair. Amrita was wearing only her shirt, like Jala, but had her thong still in place.
He felt even more intensity in his chest, as he realized they must be coming into this room to have sex with each other. Lex’s dick got hard. He kept watching. Then he saw something that made no sense at all: Amrita lifted herself up slightly, and then gently lowered herself back down, placing her teal, lace thong wrapped pussy directly on Dipsha’s face. After that, though, she just relaxed deeply. He could see Dipsha’s hands come up on either side of Amrita’s legs and grip her thighs. Amrita relaxed even further, and moaned slightly.
After nearly a minute, Amrita swung her leg over and rolled off of Dipsha. Jala smiled broadly, and crawled over to Dipsha, where she took her place, and sat on her face. Lex rubbed his dick through his pants. The gentle light flowing in through the windows in the early evening was filtered by the white, sheer curtains, and cast the room in a whitish, bluish hue. He was ready for Jala to start riding Dipsha’s face, but then she, too, merely relaxed. She rubbed her breasts through her shirt as she let more weight onto Dipsha’s mouth, and moaned in ecstasy, though quietly. Next she pulled her thong straight and stood up.
Amrita changed her underwear, and began to put her pants back on. Lex felt a wave of panic as Dipsha sat up, fully clothed, and looked toward the door. He stood up, and walked quietly back to the living room.
What the fuck had he just witnessed? The women returned, set down more snacks, and they finished the movie. Lex tried to act like everything was normal as they said their goodbyes.
“Let’s do this again, soon!” said Amrita in her lovely, lilting Indian accent, as she hugged him.
Lex loved the way Amrita smelled. Like sandalwood and curry.
“Yes, you bring the movie next time, okay?” asked Jala as he embraced her next.
Jala smelled like jasmine and a slight alluring musk. Lex felt a rush of sexual energy as he breathed her in.
“Sure, I just hope I’m able to find one as good as the one you picked tonight!” replied Lex as he let go of Jala, and turned to Dipsha.
“It was so good to see you,” he said to her as she leaned into his embrace.
“You, too!” answered Dipsha.
Lex felt a slight dampness on Dipsha’s cheek and hair. She smelled musky as his lips pressed against her hair. He knew his face was buried in her hair, and no one could see him. Curiosity overcame him, and he stuck his tongue out, and tasted the moisture in her hair. What was that? No time to think. The women were ushering him out of their house, and pressing plates of food wrapped in plastic into his arms. All he could do was smile, thank them, and the next thing he knew he was on the front porch, alone.
It was night as he got into his car. Driving home, he focused on the flavor in his mouth. Had he lost his mind? Why would he taste a mysterious liquid on a woman’s hair? But he had to know! So he pondered it. It tasted slightly sour. There was a bit of a tang in flavor, and a musky, earthy scent to it. Was it sweat? Or…
Chapter 2
The following week flew by. Lex zoned out during work, and painted or read in the evenings. Thoughts of the women floated into his mind from time to time. He felt he might never be the same after what he’d seen. Still, he had to let it go and get on with his work.
Finally it was the following Friday. It was movie night again. Lex stood at the front door, feeling his pulse quicken. It opened and Dipsha stood there smiling. She welcomed him inside, and they sat down to watch the movie he had brought. Amrita and Jala joined them. After twenty minutes, they stood up, and invited Dipsha to help them get the snacks, again.
Lex waited a few moments, and then followed them. He found himself looking through the keyhole, seeing a familiar scene. This time, though, Dipsha was sitting on the floor, nude, and masturbating. Her luscious brown skin, wide hips, large natural breasts, and perfect pussy, covered in long stubble, were a glorious sight to see. Amrita and Jala were sitting on the bed, nude only from the waist down, legs spread wide and knees bent. Lex couldn’t make out what was happening and was frustrated. Still, he felt blood rush to his crotch.
Amrita and Jala both moaned quietly. Dipsha stopped masturbating and picked up an object in each hand. She raised herself up slightly into a kneeling position, and then extended her arms out, holding one object in each hand between each of the other women’s legs. Lex still couldn’t understand what they were doing. He started to hear a strange sound as the two women on the bed each closed their eyes. A slight breeze kicked up outside and blew the curtains aside, letting more light in. Lex could clearly see, though only for the moment that light spilled between the women’s legs. The breeze stopped, and the curtains blocked the light again, but he had seen it: silvery wetness in the brief light. The moaning went on for some time in the now darkened room, and Lex knew the sound he was hearing, now, was water splattering.
Jala and Amrita each took turns pulling Deepa’s head between their legs. Amrita rhythmically thrust her pelvis against Dipsha’s open mouth, as she held her head in place.
With each thrust she whispered commands, like “Mmhmm, taste inside me,” and “I know you want it. You know you love it. You need it.”
With a final thrust, much more forceful than the last, Amrita held her hips high, and Dipsha’s face locked against the hotness between her legs. Amrita yelped, and a few seconds went by as the two women remained frozen in that pose. The only movement was Amrita’s chest heaving as she breathed rapidly. Finally, she released Dipsha.
Dipsha was gasping for air, but was pushed by Amrita toward Jala. Light sparkled and shined on a stream of liquid, and many droplets all over Dipsha’s neck, chest, and breasts. Dipsha dutifully moved over, in tired, labored motions, to between Jala’s legs. Dipsha’s head leaned in toward Jala. Jala began to moan, and Dipsha pulled back slightly. Amrita pressed a hand against Dipsha’s head, forcing it flush against Jala’s pussy. Then, silence. In that silence, though, Lex started to notice there was a slight sound. It was Dipsha swallowing, over and over. Eventually, both women finished, and leaned back on the bed. Dipsha sat back, away from the bed, kneeling again. She looked flushed, and wide-eyed, like she didn’t know what was going to happen next. Lex was disturbed. He wasn’t sure what was more unsettling: what he was seeing, or the raging erection it was causing in his pants. Amrita stood up, patted Dipsha on the head, and then thrust her pussy against Dipsha’s mouth. Amrita’s plump lips, coated in red lipstick, curled into a wicked smile as Dipsha licked her, cleaning off any remaining drops of fluid that remained. After she was satisfied, Amrita moved back and began to get dressed, as Jala moved in to be licked by Dipsha. Then, after Jala was licked dry, she and Dipsha both got back into their clothes. The three women started to walk toward the door.
Lex felt a twinge of terror. He had waited too long! They were going to catch him! He stood up and darted down the carpeted hall, and back to the living room. When the women returned, he was sitting, and he hoped, anyway, looking calm and natural.
“Sorry it took so long to get the food, Lex!” said Jala, “Dipsha is such a klutz, and kept spilling our drinks. She was just too thirsty.” She winked at Lex, her long eyelashes fluttering, drawing attention to her sexy black eyeliner.
Lex was extremely uncomfortable. Still, though, he found himself admiring the picturesque slope of Jala’s hips as she sat down.
“Ha! No problem at all,” he said.
After some time, as he knew they would, Amrita and Jala stood up.
“Snack refill?” said Jala, looking at Lex.
“No, I’m good,” he replied.
Amrita looked at Dipsha, a hint of anger in her eye. “Dipsha, come on, help us.”
Dipsha glanced at Lex with a longing in her eyes that confounded him.
On a whim he said, “Dipsha, could you sit with me and explain the plot of this movie while they make the food? It makes zero sense to me and you seem to get it.”
Dipsha looked up at Jala and Amrita, beautiful brown eyes sparkling, pleading.
“Fine,” said Jala. She and Amrita stormed off down the hall.
As soon as they were out of earshot Lex looked at Dipsha and said, “What are they doing to you?”
Dipsha let out a nervous laugh. She looked at the ceiling, crossed her legs, and said, “What do you mean? Nothing, they’re just my roommates.”
Lex furrowed his brow and tilted his head. He was becoming deeply concerned about Dipsha. She clearly was hiding the truth, and didn’t want to let Lex in on it. She seemed like she was afraid of the other two women. The wide-eyed looks he saw Dipsha give the other women, the nervousness, all of it said she was in a bad situation.
Lex decided to really push, to try to get through Dipsha’s fear, and make her open up to him. He said, “Dipsha, I saw. Are they making you, you know, drink them? Are you being forced to be their slave in some disgusting way?”
Her response baffled him. She started laughing. Lex didn’t know what to say, and Dipsha laughed for a long time. It was a sincere, full throated laugh. She was genuinely amused and couldn’t stop laughing. Tears formed in her eyes. Just as she finished, Lex started to form another inquiry.
“Okay, drinks and samosas!”
Lex looked up, stopping himself before beginning to speak. It was Amrita who had spoken. She had appeared behind him, and was now setting down a plate and a full drinking glass. She sat down in her seat. Jala set down a plate and two full glasses, and then sat down as well. In order to maintain the image of normalcy, Lex grabbed a samosa and took a bite. Then he reached for the glass, but Jala playfully swatted his hand.
“That’s Dipsha’s. It’s a signature cocktail that Amrita and I made just for her,” said Jala.
Dipsha looked at Lex, that wide-eyed, longing look again, that made her eyes sparkle in the light from the kitchen that poured into the darker living room. Then it was over and she was looking away from him, and reaching for the glass. She picked it up, put it to her lips and sipped at it. She stopped for a moment, swallowed, and hesitated, putting a hand over her mouth for a moment. Dipsha glanced at Amrita and Jala, who both gave her a quick glare. Then Dipsha reluctantly moved the glass to her mouth again and drained the entire sixteen ounce glass of clear fluid. She set the glass down and closed her eyes, and for a moment her brow furrowed. Lex couldn’t tell if she was wincing in disgust, or savoring a deep pleasure. Then she opened her eyes and smiled, and seemed back to normal.
Lex was at a loss for words. A different glass was shoved into his hand. He looked at it. It was full of a clear liquid that smelled sharp.
“Your turn!” said Jala playfully.
Lex looked up and smiled in confusion.
“Drink it! Drink it!” began to chant Amrita. She was joined in the chant by Jala, and even Dipsha.
The energy had completely changed, and Lex now felt like he was at a bar back in his early twenties. This was nothing new to him, though it had been nearly twenty years since he’d been in this situation. He smiled, and then started to chug the liquid. It was pure vodka! He was about to pull his hand down and take a break, but he felt pressure pushing the glass upward and saw Jala encouraging him to finish it. It was a whirlwind. He could barely process what was happening. As he finished the glass he started coughing. The vodka was burning his throat and stomach. Jala offered him a glass of a yellow liquid and he tipped the glass back and started drinking. The flavors exploded onto his tongue. Sour, sweet, slightly bitter, and thick! He downed the entire glass.
Panting, as he set the glass down, he said, “What the fuck was that?”
“Mango juice! It’s the best chaser in the world!” answered Jala.
Chapter 3
Lex laughed, and then started to eat some pakoras from the plate that Jala had set down. His mind was working overtime, trying to figure out what was happening, what to do, and what to say next. This rush of thoughts was becoming bogged down, dampened, and washed away in a deluge of lustful haziness, though. The alcohol was taking hold. Lex considered how much he had consumed. Looking at the glass, he realized the startling truth: he had drank twelve ounces of vodka! Eight shots!
Nothing really made much sense after that. He was puzzling over the math of how many beers he had before the vodka, and then after, as the women plied him with even more drinks. Then he blacked out for some time on the couch. Upon coming to he could hear a heated argument.
Amrita paced back and forth in the carpeted dining room that adjoined the living room. As she did so, she looked sharply at Dipsha and said something Lex couldn’t hear.
Dipsha shook her head, and seemed to be arguing, and pleading.
Lex lost consciousness again.
Chapter 4
His eyes opened upon guttering light. The alcohol made his head swim, and his vision clouded around the edges. What was making the light flicker? A candle? No, as his eyes focused, he saw two round shapes in front of him, moving up and down between him and a lamp across the room. He fell asleep again.
Coming to again, he felt shocked into consciousness. The round shapes were still moving in front of him. His tired, extremely inebriated mind didn’t even care what they were. He just wanted to sleep. But something had woken him, and wouldn’t let him sleep! What was it? Then he understood what had woken him. Water was sprinkling on him! He shook off the daze for a moment, and it dawned on him that he was looking at Dipsha’s perfect, wide, round ass in his face. She was moving up and down as she pleasured herself with her fingers, while straddling his face. They were in the bedroom, and he was lying on the floor.
Looking past her, he could see Amrita and Jala undressing as they stood, dropping their clothing items on the floor one by one. He had never seen their breasts before, and reveled in the sight of Jala slowly pulling her bra up, one cup at a time. Each breast fell, heavy, bouncing down to rest against her body. Her dark nipples shown as the pinnacle of hot, taut arousal against her brown breasts. Lex smiled drunkenly, too stupefied to form any coherent thoughts, let alone speak any words, and fell asleep again.
Again he woke up, still in an extreme haze. He was being drowned! He coughed, and looked around. His arms and legs felt too heavy to move. Fluid was pouring into his mouth. He swallowed, and then turned his head and took a breath. He felt Dipsha’s thighs clench his head back into place beneath her pussy, and the stream began to pour into his mouth again. He swallowed rapidly to keep up with the deluge. It tasted like water, mixed with a slight salt flavor of Dipsha’s sweat, and a vague tangy flavor. It wasn’t coming out of her, he realized. He looked up, and could see amrita and Jala standing, each on one foot, the other resting on each other. Their pussies were erupting with a torrent of clear fluid. It was pouring all over Dipsha’s face and hair, and down her back and chest. The streams were pulled by gravity into Dipsha’s curves, leading down to where her thighs met her mons in the front, and between her ass crack in the back. Then they all met at a crescendo on her pussy, and flooded Lex’s mouth. Dipsha fingered herself for a moment, forcing Jala and Amrita’s combined juices up inside of herself, and also to splatter all over Lex’s face. He blinked as it hit his eyes and sputtered when it went up his nose. The nectar poured in a more steady stream after she pulled her fingers out, and Lex was able to start drinking it again.
After drinking and drinking the liquid, it finally stopped. Lex lay there, breathing heavily for a few moments, until the alcohol washed over his consciousness again, and he saw no more.
More liquid brought him back, and he opened his eyes to see Dipsha, still straddling his face, but now facing him. Her whole curvaceous brown body glistened with a heavenly glow as the light reflected off of all of the female fluid on her. Above her Amrita and Jala were emptying themselves onto her face again. They were taking turns spurting onto Dipsha. Dipsha caught some of it in her mouth, but let if overflow, mixed with her spit, and cascade out of her mouth and down her body. The fluid streamed down in rivulets, pooled at her pubes and mound, then made its way down over her pussy, and through the creases between her mound and her thighs and hips.
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