"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..."