I am Sultana.
Since the day I was born, I have never left my village. My village is my world, and it's my paradise. I have wonderful parents. They work very hard to put food on the table. I hardly see them these days because of their work, they leave early in the morning and returns late at night, mostly after I sleep and leave again before I wake up.
I feel lonely sometimes but I have two wonderful friends Raj and Manoj, who are all a year older than me. We are the only Muslim family in this village, and others are Hindus. Most of the people here are illiterate and uncivilized. Some people are ultra-rich and some are very poor. My parents work hard just to make $2 a day.
In my village, where most of the homes don't even have electricity, my home is not one of those. I rush home just to watch TV.
I am an unguided eighteen-years-old teen. I believe anything I hear. I am a bubbly, happy girl, playing in a wheat field all day with my friends, dancing, singing, and swimming in the waterfalls. My life is just so perfect. People always say that I look like an angel. It's true.
The money my parents earn is just enough for food and rent. We are living in a hut, not a villa. My mom buys me a new dress only during the EID period which comes every year. Most of my dresses come from charity. Even though all I have to wear are more rags than clothes, I still look like an angel.
Where ever I go, Men always stare at me and women are jealous. I love their jealous face and it's the most wonderful thing to see.
There is a school in the next village. I asked my mom to send me to school. She said that we can't afford that. It's true. They are already working hard and I don't want to be a burden.
My mom always says that a girl doesn't need education. A girl should do all household works such as cooking, cleaning, washing, and take care of the husband and be a good wife.
The duty of a wife is to fulfil every wish and desire of her husband. This is the only thing my mom taught me in my life. I can cook all kinds of food, clean, and wash. The only thing I have left is to be a good wife. I always feel like my mom is not teaching me more important things, a girl should know.
I still don't understand, why men lift my skirt and touch my boobs all the time. I didn't ask my mom anything about this. I know, it may be something normal and I need not disturb them. They are always exhausted from work.
My friends Raj and Manoj are waiting for me near the river. We used to bathe together every day since we were kids.
"Hey guys, I am here," I waved my hands.
Raj and Manoj are standing naked waiting for me. We were usually bath naked. Today I notice something different. Yes. it's their dick.
Usually, it hangs, but today, it's kinda hard and straight.
Usually, I didn't pay attention to these things but today my eyes keep going in that direction.
I take off my dress and got naked. They are looking at me and saying something to themselves. It's new. They are looking at me in a different way. We jump into the river.
They are standing close to me. Our bodies touch all the time while we bath. They are poking me with their dark dicks.
Raj splashes water on me and I too splash water at both of them. Manoj goes underwater and inserts his head between my legs and lifts me. Now, I am sitting on his shoulder. His hair touches my pussy. This feeling is new, and I like it.
We are dancing. This idiot suddenly drops me into the water. Raj does the same thing again and we are having so much fun. I love these guys, they are the greatest friend anybody ever had.
As we dry off after the bath Raj keeps looking at my chest.
"Why are you looking at my chest like this Raj?"
"Nothing Sultana. It's just your boobs are small," he points his finger at my boobs.
"Do you think so?"
"Yes, You need to make them bigger to get married," he says and looks at Manoj, who is just smiling.
"How can I do that?"
I always wanted to get married and to be a good wife. Now my boobs are small and I don't want my parents to worry.
"We can help you make it bigger," they say with a smile.
At last, I am relieved to hear that. Didn't I tell you? They are the greatest friends in the world.
"You need massage it every day Sultana," Raj grabbed my boobs and starts squeezing.
He touched me many times before but now it feels very different and I feel very relaxed.
He asks me to lie on the ground. It's a beautiful grass field. I lie on the floor, they are on my sides. Sun is directly over me and still, some water drops are on my boobs and glittering like a diamond.
"You look like a diamond embedded on a golden statue," Raj says.
This is the first time, they are talking about my beauty and I like it. I blush. Manoj massage my right boob and Raj goes for left. I feel something, something new, which I don't understand. It's something which I never felt before. I moan. They continue to massage my boobs but this time harder and start sucking my nipples. Manoj and Raj kiss me all over her body and lick my pussy. Raj and Manoj start sucking my nipples.
They think milk will come. I too think the same, but after a long time, there is no milk. It's disappointing, but it feels great when they suck.
We continued to do this every day, weeks passed. Sometimes they go over the line like today. Raj inserts his finger inside my pussy. It feels great though. He moves his finger like he is stirring something, I moan, and it feels so good.
"Raj, What you did today was amazing," I said after getting dressed, and on the way home.
Raj says, "Tomorrow, I will insert my dick inside your pussy. You will feel very much better than today."
I am sure that it will be more fun than a finger. I don't know how I know that, but something inside my head is telling me, it will be great.
I can't wait for tomorrow. Raj is so innovative, I don't know, from where he gets these kinds of ideas.
I am in my home, in my bed, thinking about tomorrow. Whenever I think about it, I felt a tickling sensation in my pussy. I can't sleep, I think about it all night.
I open my eyes. my mom kisses me in my forehead and leaves for her work. "Oh great, I slept," I checked the time, it's just 6 AM.
I wake up, get dressed and go to the river and wait for them to come. It's late already and they are not coming. I can't wait anymore.
I go to Raj's home and it's locked from outside and then Manoj's house is also locked from outside.
Neighbor aunty comes toward me and says, "Raj and Manoj left the village last night. They are moving to the city."
How could they do this to me?
They didn't even say 'goodbye'. They are my closest friends and they are gone. Migration is a common thing here, People always leave for a big city.
