Aditi ko woh wine wala glass uske hath mein diya jismein maine uss nashili tablet ko milaya tha.Wine pine ke bad Aditi ne mujhse kaha, “Vickey, acha...ak se mujhe headache shuru ho gaya hai aur nind bhi aa rahi hai.” Maine kaha, “Sweetheart tum yahin sofe par let jao shayad tumhein fresh feel ho.”Dhire dhire Aditi ke upar uss goli ne apna asar dikhana shuru kar diya tha. Woh nashe ki halat mein sexy moves karne lagi thi. Fir maine Zahaib aur Zaheer ko drawing room mein aane ke liye ishara kiya.. I guess you better put up or shut up." Without another word, I dropped to my knees. We were lucky, his parents weren't there for the weekend. They had March Madness tickets, so he invited me over for a couple days to watch the games. "Just don't tell anyone. It's not gay, but we don't want anyone getting any ideas." It's not gay, who is he kidding? I lost a bet and now I had to suck his cock, what else could it be? "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." He took off his shirt and I saw his. Is that ball lightning? Is that what a hitodama is?Then the ball surged for the ground. It landed on the nearest puddle of Chris's girl-jizz. The light pulsed as it slid along the floor, leaving no jizz in its wake. It was hungry, sliding through the cum, gathering up every drop on the floor.Chris shivered. “You like it, huh? Just a little cum-slut there, hitodama?”A dollop of cum, beading the tip of Chris's dick, fell to the floor and landed with a splatter at her feet.The hitodama pulsed and. Just like that. It seemed the logical next step, the only plausible outcome. It wasn't a decision I took. Something - or someone - decided for me. Animal attraction took control of me. All I wanted was to submit to this male, hand over my physical being, let him do with me what he wanted."Later, I asked him what had been in that matchbox, what had happened to his pet insect. 'Oh, ' he smiled, 'there was no insect. That box was empty. I just used it to catch a curious young lady.' I asked him.