It was the night of Diwali, the festival of lights. The air was thick with the smell of incense and gunpowder and the sky was painted with bursts of color from the fireworks. I had decided to wear a saree for the occasion, a silky number that hugged my curves in all the right places. The blouse was a flirty little number, cut low in the front to show off my ample cleavage. As the evening wore on and the drinking began, I found myself feeling bold. Every time I bent down to light a cracker, I made sure to give whoever was watching a nice long look at my tits. The way their eyes crinkled at the corners and their smiles widened told me they were enjoying the show.

By 2am, it was just me and my two friends left. The alcohol was flowing and the games had gotten more and more provocative. Giggling and tipsy, I pulled them up to the roof for more private festivities. Up there in the strobing light of the fireworks, I let my inhibitions go. I started kissing them, rubbing my hands down their chests and over the growing bulges in their pants. They returned my kisses with passion, rubbing my boobs and ass through the thin silk of my saree. In a flash, I was naked, left with my bangles and earrings. They took turns kissing and touching my body, spanking my plump ass until it was red and stinging. I was in heaven, moaning and writhing against them.

That's when one of my friends had the crazy idea. He bent me forward, my hands braced against the wall. I felt the cool metal of a fuljhadi(sparkler) being pressed against my ass. With a shock, I realized he was trying to insert it into my tight hole. I started to protest but one sharp spank on my ass made me yelp and clench.

He lit it. For a second, nothing happened. Then I felt a sudden heat blooming inside me as the fire started to sputter and pop. The sensation was both painful and pleasurable, a confusing mix that left me gasping. My friends took advantage of my distraction to pleasure themselves. One started slapping his hard cock against my ass while the other slid his thick length into my mouth. They took turns smacking my ass with their stiff cocks teasing. The flashes from the fireworks matched the intense pleasure pulsing from my ass.

I was bent before them, sucking cock and jerking them off with both hands. I couldn't get enough. The heat from the fuljhadhi was building and I was moaning like a bitch in heat. I sucked one guy down to the root while the other slapped my face. Spit dripped down my heaving tits and I reveled in being used as a dirty slut.

When the firework in my ass finally sputtered out, I collapsed on the rooftop, my body trembling with aftershocks of pleasure. But my friends were not done with me yet. They dragged me up and back to the bedrooms to continue.

I spent the rest of the night on my hands and knees, spanked and spit-roasted like a cheap whore. They fucked my asshole raw and used my pussy when they needed a break. My tits were smacked and pinched and pulled until they were red and sore. By the time I passed out, I had been cum-drunk and utterly satisfied. The festival had taken on a whole new meaning for me. I'd never look at Diwali the same way again.