My name is Suman. My neighbor Naini and I are thick friends. Whenever we have to go anywhere, we leave and come back together.
That day was the same. I had wrapped a light pink cotton sari, the pallu resting on my shoulder, and a faint smell of oil still clung to my hair. Naini walked beside me, her bangles chiming with every step. The lane was hard with sun. Hot dust stuck under our feet. Rickshaw bells and a distant cart mixed in the air.
We had to go to the market. We got ready and stepped out. All the way we talked.
Naini was telling vegetable prices. I was counting bangles and soap on my list. Our elbows bumped now and then. The wind lifted a pallu onto an arm, and we laughed and set it right. The crossing grew crowded. A light sweat heat slid down my neck. The talk kept pausing.
My friend pointed and said, “Look at that man. What is he doing standing in the middle of the road?”
Her finger rose toward the drain. Her voice was low, but the surprise was clear. I looked at her eyes first, then turned my neck the same way.
I saw he was pissing toward us without looking at us. His big cock was out.
He stood at the edge, dhoti lifted to his knees, one hand holding the cloth. His legs were a little spread, his waist bent forward, and his cock hung out of his grip. A hard stream of yellow piss fell from that thick, long, veiny shaft into the drain. The stream hit stone and splashed. The sharp smell of hot piss reached our nostrils. The piss-wet crown shone. The heavy sack hung loose underneath, and with every jerk the stream went thick, then thin. He faced our direction without turning his face to us, so the cock swung straight in front of our eyes.
We both saw him, but my mind grew restless. We turned our eyes the other way and started walking.
Naini pulled her pallu up to her chin. I tried to look away too, but my chest started pounding. My throat went dry. A strange ache rose low in my belly, and my steps slowed on their own. We began looking at the shops on the other side of the road, as if onions and chilies were our only work, but the sound of the piss stream still reached our ears.
The closer we came to that man, the more my eyes were forced onto his cock. How long and big it was. This cock was bigger and thicker than my husband’s cock.
Up close the cock showed clearer. The stream was slowing. The last drops stuck on the crown and dripped, and he gave it one light shake. The girth looked more than my wrist. The length stuck out past the circle of the dhoti, and the vein on top swelled under the skin. This cock was bigger and thicker than my husband’s cock. Inside the sari my thighs pressed together. My breath caught in my chest, and my eyes stuck on that wet, hanging cock.
The smell of hot dust and the sharp steam of piss entered my nose together. The wet skin of the crown shone in the sun, and with every dripping drop the cock trembled a little. My feet slowed on their own. My pallu tightened in my fist, and an empty ache rose under my chest.
I said, “Naini, how is it?”
The voice stuck in my throat on the way out. I did not look away. I only brought my mouth near her ear so the crowd would not hear.
She said, “Tch, everyone has one like that.”
Her cheeks had gone red, but her lips held a made-up hardness. She caught my elbow and pulled me one step ahead, as if she were saving me from the sight.
Saying that, she laughed, but I kept looking.
Even after the laugh my neck stayed turned back. The man had dropped his dhoti, but the shine of the wet crown stuck behind my eyelids. Market noise filled my ears, and still only that thick, hanging cock turned in my head.
Until I reached home, the memory of that man’s cock kept coming back.
The moment I climbed the threshold I wanted to take the sari off, but I stood in the kitchen drinking water. The glass touched my lips, and the picture of drops dripping on the crown floated in front of my eyes again. Sweat had gathered between my thighs, and every time I shifted my feet that same ache woke up.
Maybe my friend had understood my thinking, so she nudged me.
Naini put her hand on my shoulder and said my face was hanging. Her fingers were warm, and her eyes held the same laugh from the road.
I said, “If he came behind us somewhere into the house, how would it be?”
My breath stopped as I said it. I looked into her eyes so she would not take it as a joke. My chest was pounding hard, and the sari cloth was sticking to my belly.
Naini said, “No, no. There will be a scandal, and shame on top of it. If you want, I can arrange something.”
She dropped her voice lower. The first line had fear in it. In the second her eyes narrowed and smiled. She pressed the finger of my hand, as if she were hiding a promise.
I said, “Tell the truth.”
She said, “I am telling the truth. I am not just saying it.”
Her laugh was light now. She set her pallu, leaned toward me, and said not to rush, then stood straight again. My ears went hot. My mouth dried, and that empty ache under my belly went deeper.
I stayed quiet with hopeful eyes.
Naini said, “You keep watching and give me company. It will be a lot of fun.”
Saying that, she touched my cheek lightly with two fingers. There was mischief in her eyes, a low force in her voice, and I only stood there with my head down.
The next day Naini’s call came. Come to my house quickly.
The moment the bell rang I left the stove and got up. Her voice was hurried, with no long talk. I fixed my sari pallu, put on my slippers, and walked toward her door in the lane sun. My heart was pounding again, because yesterday’s talk was still ringing in my ears.
I went at once. I knocked on the door, and her husband opened it.
The door opened from inside, and cool shade fell on my face. Naini’s husband stood in front of me, hair wet, water drops on his shoulders, chest bare.
I looked and was stunned. He had only a thin towel wrapped on him. There was not one cloth on his body.
The towel was tied loose at the waist, one end hanging on his thigh. Above it, the wet hairy skin of his chest shone. A light line of the belly came down to the towel’s edge. There was no sign of clothes, only that thin wet cloth stopped in the middle.
I looked him from top to bottom and started shaking. His cock was already beginning to stand. It looked very hard. It felt as if his cock had stretched after seeing a cunt.
A thick bulge was slowly rising at the front of the towel. The cloth pulled and made the shape of the cock clear. A round swell formed where the crown was, and the sack peeked from the side. With every breath that bulge grew harder. The towel stretched forward, and my heels shook on the floor. My throat dried. My thighs pressed together, and my breath stuck in my chest.
He started rubbing his cock with his hands. He said to me, “Come, sit. Naini must be coming.”
His fingers pressed the cock over the towel and stroked it once, as if he were settling it. His voice was heavy. His eyes stayed on my sari pallu, and with the other hand he opened the door wider.
I came inside and sat on the chair.
I saw him go into the bathroom and start bathing. I turned and went near the bathroom and saw he was not wearing a single cloth. He was bathing fully naked.
I called out and said I was going home. When Naini came, tell her I had come.
I thought he had not heard me, so I went inside and sat. His naked body started turning in my mind.
A little later he came straight out of the bathroom into his room. He was still fully naked. There was not one cloth on his body.
Seeing me, he startled. “You had not gone. Sorry.”
And he put his hands on his cock and ran toward the door.
I got up and caught him from behind. I grabbed his cock in my hands and started rubbing it. He also stood quiet. One by one he started taking my clothes off.
He and I both got naked and started playing with each other’s bodies. He started kissing me. Kissing, we took turns drinking cock and cunt. Both of us heated up and got busy calming our lust.
I took his cock straight into my mouth and started sucking. He held my head and started moving his cock in and out of my mouth. I sucked the cock to the last breath and started swallowing all his cum down.
Now he lifted me and laid me on his bed. He spread both my legs and put his cock straight into my cunt and started fucking me very hard.
I had not even imagined it would feel this good. I started getting satisfied. He had already made me come twice.
I was lying spent, wrapped in his arms, when someone knocked on the door. We both put our clothes on in a hurry and came out.
I saw it was Naini. She looked at me, winked, and started smiling.