Friday morning, I was still tasting Thocco's bite mark from the last meeting when the doorbell went ballistic. I opened it half naked, since i was expecting Thocco to come over, i never cared. Instead, it was Tadala, who was soaked from the sudden Zomba rain. Her eyes were red from crying or gin (probably both), her hair wild like she'd been running since the full moon. "You ruined my fucking life," she spat, shoving past me. The door slammed so hard even my ancestors felt it. She smelled like the old Tadala, calm and crazy but now she's mixed with something new: freedom and fury.
"Tafadziwa found the Crimson Veil link on my phone," she said, voice cracking.
"He called me a whore and threw my ring in Lake Malawi, and he even said I was never wet for him because I was busy craving for a book." She laughed.
I closed the door, and locked it. And the rain hammered the tin roof like a thousand tiny gavels. Tadala peeled off her wet dress in one motion.
"No bra. No shame" she smiled.
Her slim body glistening, nipples hard from the cold, thighs already shining.
"Fix me," she whispered. "Or finish me."
I looked right into her eyes and started staring at her boobs like a hungry baby. In no time, the back door opened. Thocco stepped in wearing nothing but my black tie loose around her neck and the red pen tucked behind her ear like a cigarette. She looked Tadala up and down, slowly, like a judge reading evidence.
"Share?" she asked me, voice velvet and venom.
Tadala's eyes flashed. "I was here first." Thocco smiled the smile that wins death-row appeals.
"Actually, darling, I sentenced him to life last week. You're just visiting the prison."
Catfight exploded, and they started hair-pulling that turned into kissing my back. Their nails turned into dragging down my cock. They crashed onto my bed like two storms colliding over the Shire River. Then, I stood frozen, cock throbbing harder than the rain. Thocco pinned Tadala's wrists above her head with one hand, used the other to spread her open for me.
"Show her what Level Five tastes like," she ordered.
I sank to my knees and Tadala's pussy wept for me. It was hot and swollen, a verdict already dripping down her thighs. She screamed my name; the walls shook, the neighbors filed it in their night prayers. It was the moment I licked her clit, already wet and ready to spit the fire from hell.
"If you make me cum so hard and fast, I'll tattoo your name on my thighs" Tadala whispered into my eyes.
On the other hand, Thocco was a whisper. She was fingering herself, ready to be thrown into her first ever threesome of her life. With a wicked grin, I challenged them:
"Think you two can handle me? One dark, one light, let's see if you can fuck me properly together."
My bottle of Gondolosi and Nkhondokubedi was hissing down my bedframe. One…. two…. three shots were enough to let them cry and begged for mercy at once.
The very first round started, Tadala mounted me reverse, her ass bouncing. Thocco was behind her back, red pen carving Xs down her spine, slowly, and deliberately licking the ink off like holy water. Tadala clenched her first real orgasm in ninety seconds straight.
At this moment, she flooded me, sheets were soaked and floor baptized in her innocent soul filled in her body shaking like a verdict.
Thocco laughed, low and filthy and whispered, "That's my girl."
The second round didn't wait, it was now Thocco on her back, ankles locked behind my neck, pussy clenching with every thrust. Tadala on her face, grinding slowly, fingers buried in herself, syncing to my rhythm relentlessly. Thocco nearly killed my cock; my navel was soaked into her vaginal fluid.
"Please don't kill me I've got dreams to chase" I cried so hard as fuck.
But the devil in these girl's mind begged for another round. They turned my tie into cuffs. They spread my legs wide open and tied it to the bedframe. This round came in waves crashing, endless until the rain died and sunrise bled pink across the walls.
Tadala lay between us, chest heaving, skin glowing like a new gospel and lit her phone once more.
"I haven't cum in years, thank goodness, today I've met my ghost killer," she whispered.
"Burned the ring. Deleted the number. "I will never fake again." She continued, with her eyes slightly open.
Thocco kissed her forehead, then mine slowly, and said, "The Crimson Veil Society just gained a soldier, this bed just gained a wife."
Thocco reached into her bag and pulled out the old, leather-bound ledger, the one that always sent chills down my spine. She flipped it open with deliberate calm, dipped the red pen into a small vial of ink, and began to write in bold, looping script, she inscribed: TADALA'S-REBORN.
Below it, she added the chilling details, as if tallying some unholy score: Seven orgasms and screams. Then, at the bottom of the entry, a single chilling sentence: Life with benefits.
"Your volume is full, and the sequel starts now, I declare you all the property of the Crimson Veil Society" She announced.
Then Tadala sealed the mark with a kiss, then claimed Thocco's mouth, then mine, tongues were sharp as verdicts.
Afterwards, Thocco's phone buzzed back to life with one message from an unknown caller and it reads;
"Three heartbeats just broke the sound barrier. Lake Malawi Glass house. Next weekend. Bring both"
We grinned like acquitted sinners, of course we sinned, "God forgive us sinners" I prayed.
Outside Zomba, rose on Saturday for prayers, neighbors were gone for church, but inside my house, the devil just stepped out unnoticing. Thocco left for her weekend class in the afternoon. It was now only me and Tadala staring at each other like strangers. Unknowingly, we all burst into laughter and screams of hungry dogs.
We planned for breakfast, and it worked, and we got a shower together like a married couple.
Around 10 o'clock, she left Zomba to her place quite far from mine, my eyes burned in tears, for that I have sinned and cheated a deadly threesome I never wished.
I rose up and told myself "Real men fuck and forget, no remorse, no mercy" I smiled.