The girls were egging me on for a girls' night out, this, after all was my bachelorette party. Just a night of casual drinks with my girlfriends? Nope, I can't be having a bachelorette party like that! From tomorrow I had to be as pious as I could be with my loose cunt! No more whoring around, no more behaving and dressing slutty, I would be a mistress. I couldn't tell my husband of my sexual escapades, alas! No more cuckolding dreams. 'One more slutty day of whoring around', I thought to myself. I announced that I would meet my girlfriends at the bar, I knew, I had to see her before anything!
I got dressed, one of those tight deep neck sleeveless salwar and a loose kamees (Indian dress), of course I stopped wearing undergarments long before. I was used to going out I this outfit, though I have worn way less out in public in the past. Outside our house on the way to the auto-rickshaw stand Najeeb, Bumpy and Raja saw me walking and decided to join me. They were friends of my younger cousin and total fuckboys. Najeeb squeezed by left boob, as he always did when he saw me alone. It always felt good.
"Kire, shunlam tui biye korchhis?" (Heard you were getting married) asked Najeeb. With that he grabbed one of my ass cheeks.
"Bah! Na bra na panty, langta hoye cholli kothay?" (Wow neither bra nor panty, where are you going all naked inside?), he asked.
"Arre bhai bojh, kalker por shudhu ekjon ke diye chodate hobe, tai ajke chhar!" (Dude understand that she has to get fucked by only one person after tomorrow, that's why today all bets are off!), said Raja. All of them laughed at this, I also chuckled. Bumpy started fondling my other ass cheek.
I was getting hornier by the second!
"Tao, magi tar thanda o lage na naki? Mai er bota dekho kemon dariye ache!" (Still does this slut not feel the cold? Look at her nipples, they're standing erect!), said Najeeb.
It was the January cold, I was feeling it and my nipples were showing it.
"Ei, oi chhobi gulor ki korbo?" (Hey, what to do with those pictures?), asked Najeeb.
"Tui ja chodna, toke bolleo tui ogulo delete korbi na. Rekhe de, handle marte kaje debe, kintu abar Jodi ogulo dekhiye chodar dhandae thakis, tahole ami police e bolbo!" (The fucktard that you are, you won't even delete them if I told you. Keep them, they'll help in your masturbation, but if you try to blackmail me with those again, I'll go to the police!), I said. I knew he took my threats seriously, after all the sub inspector of our police station was one of my 'friends'.
Najeeb gave a sly smile and gave me a deep lip kiss. I liked his kisses, especially the ones like this where his fingers ventured to my pussy. It was sloppy wet and left wet patches on my kamees.
"Toke heavy miss korbo!" (I'll miss you a lot), said Najeeb after letting go.
Raja and Bumpy both gave wet patches on my nipples over the salwar. They slathered the cloth with their saliva. A few onlookers enjoyed, I knew my reputation in my locality, and I was not ashamed, just hornier!
At the train station, most people were staring at my wet patches over my nipples. Most people knew me in this station as 'ganjee magi' (girl wearing undershirt vest), though that is a story for another time. Those people didn't care, as they had seen so much more. The train came and I boarded the last bogie, general of course. I never travelled in ladies bogies. It was relatively empty. I stood beside the door, holding both of the overhanging handles. They were high enough that I had to stress a bit to hold them. In doing so my boobs were heaved up and the deep neck was leaving very little to the imagination.
I did shave my armpit the day before, but very faint hair had started to grow. I had always been a bit hairy, one of my boyfriends said that it was a sign of testosterone excess in my body. He said stimulating my boobs will make them grow larger and faster and I would have a freaky thirst for sex. Funny that he always used to say these things while pumping me!
When I came back to my senses, I saw a guy standing on the opposite side of me. He was in his early 20s I think. Looked as if belonged from a decent family, but was staring brazenly at my breasts. I gave a smile, he got bolder and started probing me with his eyes. A few old men sitting behind us noticed this and were joking among themselves.
