Crimson Test

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Some of my stories are loosely based on real-life incidents, but details are fictionalized. My stories involve unsafe sexual acts. I do not condone unprotected sex and recommend readers to always practice safe sex. The risk is not worth it. These are fantasies and meant for entertainment only. My stories are my hobby — an expression of my erotic side. I mean no disrespect to women featured in my stories. If you know the woman in the story, please write to me and the pictures will be taken down — no questions asked.
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Author’s Note: This story is set in a parallel universe, so is different from my other stories. This borders on an alternative lifestyle and fantasy, giving me a lot more creative license. It may require some imagination from you, the readers and I would love to hear from you in the comments about your thoughts on the concept, style and story itself.

The clinking of glasses and the low hum of chatter filled the air at The Spice Haven, one of the coziest yet trendy restaurants tucked away in the heart of urban India. As soon as the waiter brought out their plates, Neela and her friends dove into their food like a pack of hungry wolves.

Neela had just returned home after a three month sabbatical during which she had done a south and south east Asia trip starting with Indonesia and moving north to Malaysia, Philippines, Cambodia, Vietnam, Thailand and Myanmar before covering North-East India, ending with Ladakh.

It was one of the many such trips she had taken every year since becoming an adult. She was exhausted yet enriched by the experience. She had been telling her friends the tales of her trip while they waited for the food to arrive.

“You know, I still can’t get over how you are describing all the places you have visited,” her friend Priya said, mopping up gravy with a piece of naan. “I mean, it sounds beautiful, but I would be scared to do a trip like that by myself.”

Neela merely shrugged. To each their own she thought but didn’t say it out loud.

“Was Ladakh really cold? Looks like it from the pictures,” Meera chipped in, shuddering at the thought as she scrolled through the pictures on Neela’s phone.

“It was freezing,” Neela admitted, “But it was worth it. The landscapes were out of this world.”

What Neela didn’t volunteer was the detail about the handsome tour guide who had kept her bed warm and made her sweat every night. He had been good and lasted at least 15 minutes, giving her at least one orgasm before pulling out and cumming in her mouth.

The pics with him — clothed public pics and unclothed private ones — were safely stored in a secure folder nobody besides her knew about.

“I’d love to go sometime,” Priya said wistfully.

“You should,” Neela encouraged. As her friends talked about her travels, her thoughts wandered off to an aspect of her travels she had kept secret.

A part of experiencing cultures around the world, she also wanted sexual experiences from the places she visited and found a local guy to have sex with wherever she went. If the guy wasn’t good in bed, she would drop him for someone else, till she found a someone local that could satisfy her.

Meera broke her train of though when she said with mischief in her eyes, “You know what I’ve always wondered…Ever wondered what it would be like to travel to a parallel dimension?”

Neela almost choked on her water. “A what?”

“A parallel dimension,” Meera repeated, “You know, like in those sci-fi movies. A world that’s just like ours, but with slight differences.”

Neela laughed it off, “Yeah, right. Like I’d know where to find one of those.”

Priya leaned back in her chair, a dreamy look in her eyes, “Imagine it, though. A world just like ours, but with no traffic, no pollution, and maybe even free Wi-Fi and an exact replica of you living a completely different life.”

Meera clapped her hands together, “Or maybe they have flying cars and talking animals…or, or, or…maybe they have discovered life on other planets and cracked how to travel light years in a flash.”

Neela groaned, “Guys, come on. Parallel dimensions aren’t real. They’re just stories people tell to escape the mundane, when there’s so much to discover in our own world, our country, even this very city for those that have the curiosity to look.” Neela said, trying to steer the conversation back to reality.

But Meera wasn’t having it. She leaned in even closer, her eyes widening with excitement, “Come on, Neela! Don’t you ever wonder what it’d be like? What if there was a dimension where you were…I don’t know, a princess or something? Or a farmer or famous singer?”\

“Or a farmer princess who is a famous singer,” Priya added with a laugh.

Neela tried to brush it off, “I’m happy with my life here. No need to fantasize about some alternate reality when this reality has so many wonders to discover.”

Meera persisted, “But think about it, Neela. What if there was a dimension where you didn’t have to deal with all the bullshit? Where you could just be free?”

“Free to do what, Meera? Face God knows what kind of dangers? Besides, it’s all just talk. Parallel dimensions aren’t real.” Neela said dismissively.

They were interrupted for a bit when the waiter brought their bill and the friends divided up what they owed. As soon as the waiter left with the payment, Priya was back on the subject, not willing to let go. “But what if they are real, Neela? What if there’s a way to travel to them?”

Neela sighed, “Even if there was, how would we find it? And who’s to say we won’t end up in a dimension worse than this?”

Meera waved her hand dismissively, “Pfft, don’t be such a Debbie Downer, Neela. It’s fun to imagine, isn’t it?”

Neela looked at her friends, their faces animated with excitement and imagination. She couldn’t help but smile. “Alright, fine. Let’s say there is a parallel dimension. I call my parallel dimension home and that’s where I am headed. Time for some shut eye. I am beyond exhausted.”

You are such a wet blanket, Meera said mock slapping Neela on the shoulder as she got up to head home.

A few hours later, Neela lay in her bed, wondering how her friends could get so caught up in such a fanciful idea. She tossed and turned, unable to shake off the conversation.

Her mind kept drifting to the concept of parallel dimensions, imagining what it would be like to live in a world where she didn’t have to deal with traffic jams or pollution. Where everything was just a little bit different, but in a good way — a simple village life nestled amidst nature, no rat race wouldn’t that be perfect!

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Nether World

Neela’s eyes fluttered open, the scent of something unfamiliar tickling her nostrils. She blinked, trying to make sense of her surroundings. The room was small, with walls made of mud and thatched roof. She looked around confused, rubbing her sleepy eyes. This wasn’t her room.

She sat up, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall. The bed beneath her was rough, the wooden frame creaking under her weight. Her blouse was open, her naked breasts exposed. She then noticed she was wearing a bridal skirt that had been untied and lowered to her knees. There was henna on her hands and feet. A bridal saree lay discarded on the floor by the bed, bridal jewelry, a bra and panties lay scattered on the bed.

Laying next to her in bed, his back turned to her was a naked young man, his bridal clothes laying scattered on his side of the bed. Dark skinned, he had broad shoulders and a chiseled muscular back that tapered down in a perfect ‘V’.

Startled, she let out a scream of surprise waking up the sleeping man.

“Who are you? Where am I? What did you do to me?” she said hurriedly tying her blouse between her breasts and pulling up her skirt.

The young man turned around, confused. “Neela?” he asked, his voice groggy with sleep. “What’s wrong?”

“How do you know my name? Who are you? Where am I?”

“What’s wrong Neela? I am Jai, your husband. We got married yesterday. Don’t you remember?”

Jai asked, his voice tinged with a mix of confusion and hurt. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and sat up, his naked muscular body on full display. Neela quickly averted her gaze, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks.

“Married?” Neela echoed, her mind racing. “I didn’t marry you. I didn’t marry anyone. I don’t even know who you are.”

Jai looked at her, his brow furrowing. “But…but we did. We had a big ceremony. Your parents were there, my parents were there. All the village elders were there.”

“What nonsense! I was having dinner with my friends last night.” Neela said

“What friends? What are you talking about? You were right here last night and it was so beautiful. Don’t you even remember the sex we had?” Jai asked, his eyes widening in disbelief.

Neela’s jaw dropped. “Excuse me? Sex? I have no idea what you’re talking about, Jai. I don’t know you, and I certainly didn’t have sex with you.”

Jai hesitated, then continued, “But…but you were so passionate, Neela. I’ve never seen you like that before. You wanted to be on top. You wanted me to eat you till you came in my mouth and then you rode me till I came inside you.” Jai said with a cringe, but Neela was already storming out of the bed, looking for her clothes.

“That’s disgusting, Jai. I can’t believe you just said that to me,” Neela said, her voice shaking with anger and disbelief.

Meanwhile, Jai was scrambling to get dressed, his cheeks flushed. “I-I’m sorry, Neela. I didn’t mean to…I just thought…what’s wrong with you? Why don’t you remember me? We have been best friends since childhood.” Jai’s voice was laced with nostalgia, but Neela barely heard him.

She was too busy scanning the room for any semblance of her modern life. All she found were the flimsy discarded clothes and hurriedly put them on. They showed more of her body than covered it, but at least she wasn’t naked anymore.

Jai was pleading with her but she headed for the door, stopping in her tracks as she threw the door open.

Outside, a group of old women were huddled together, their heads bent over, their voices low and hushed. They looked up as she stepped out, their eyes widening. The hands of many of the women went to their mouths, some turned their heads away as if disgusted by her.

Others simply stared, their eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and disdain. Neela, however, was beyond caring. She was out of the hut, away from Jai’s confused and hurt expression, and away from the room that seemed to be some sick, twisted joke.

One of the elder ladies grabbed her wrist as she tried to storm out of this weird place, “where do you think you are going Neela?” she said. How did this strange old woman know her name? What was happening.

Just then Jai stepped out the door, having put his clothes on.

“Jai,” the old woman said, refusing to let go of Neela’s wrist, “this woman is a sinner. I am taking her to the Panchayat to be punished. Are you coming?” The old woman demanded, giving Neela’s wrist a sharp tug.

Sinner? Punished? WHF?!?!? Neela was beyond confused.

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An hour or so later, Neela found herself in the front yard of the village chieftain’s house. She had been virtually dragged there and Jai had meekly followed. The couple now stood facing the five old men forming the village Panchayat.

The men sat on wooden chairs, draped in white cotton shawls, their faces etched with wrinkles and years of decision-making. At the center sat the chieftain, Balvinder, his eyes narrowed as he took in the scene before him. He was a formidable figure, his chest puffed out, a silver-handled cane resting against his chair. The women who had dragged her there referred to him as Baba or Babaji, a sign of respect, Neela guessed.

As the women spoke, the five old men had their eyes roving all over her body. She saw them blatantly stare at her exposed cleavage, navel and lower, where the flimsy saree covered her. She felt exposed and could feel the old men mentally undress her shamelessly.

The ladies had accused Neela of not being a virgin on the night of her marriage – a grave sin in their culture that merited severe punishment. By way of evidence, they had said that they didn’t hear the scream of lost virginity even though they had stayed all night with their ears to the door.

There was a lot of moaning and other sounds, but not THAT sound of lost virginity. They further said that they had checked the bed before bringing the couple here and had found no blood stains on the sheets either. Evidence enough to prove Neela was no virgin on her wedding night.

Balvinder leaned forward in his chair, his eyes boring into Neela. He didn’t speak for a moment, letting the tension build. Then, he turned to Jai, “Is it true, Jai? Was your bride not a virgin on your wedding night?”

Jai looked at Neela, then at the ground, and then back at Balvinder. He bit his lip, a sign of his internal struggle. Neela’s heart sank. Meekly, after what seemed like an eternity, Jai shook his head.

“I-I don’t know, Babaji,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I mean, she…I have known her all her life and she is a good girl. Not someone of bad repute. Yes, she has had radical thoughts of world travel and has been somewhat of a rebel, but I think she was a virgin bride. But I didn’t see any…any blood.”

“Did you fuck her pussy the way a husband and wife are supposed to on their wedding night?

“Yes Babaji,” Jai said softly

“How many times?” Babaji asked.

“One time, but it was good. I even put my baby makers inside her hoping to start a family.”

“Did she scream when you entered her?” Babaji asked, his eyes fixated between her legs, where the saree covered her pussy.

Jai thought back to the memory of when Neela had got on top and settled on top of him, guiding his hardness into her pussy. She had closed her eyes and thrown her head back when he had gone all the way into her.

“She moaned with pleasure,” Jai said, “when she got on top and lowered herself on me taking me inside her, but she didn’t scream with pain.”

A murmur rippled through the crowd. Balvinder’s eyes narrowed even further, and he stroked his chin thoughtfully. “No blood, you say?”

One of the other council members, a man with a thick white beard and a wicked glint in his eye, leaned in and whispered something to the chieftain, who nodded solemnly.

Balvinder then spoke, his voice echoing across the yard, “Since there is no concrete evidence either way, there is only one way our customs and traditions provide for resolving this.”

There were murmurs of agreement and many of the heads around her nodded in agreement.

“What way?” Neela whispered to Jai standing next to her with his head bowed.

Before he could answer, the Chieftain addressed her for the first time, “Neela, you must get ready for the virginity test.”

He addressed the women, “As per custom, a council member should do the virginity test.”

His eyes went up and down her body and he adjusted his cock which had started forming a tent in his dhoti — all in public view.

“Dress her like a bride and bring her to my bed chamber tonight. I will test her virginity with my cock and determine the truth.”

Neela’s eyes widened in horror as the meaning sank in, even as the villagers applauded the fair judgment.

“What? No! I won’t let you touch me you fucking pervert!” She tried to run, but Jai grabbed her arm, holding her in place.

“Neela, please,” he begged, his voice low. “Don’t make a scene. This is the custom and you know it. You also know what the punishment is for defying the Panchayat. You will be hanged. Do you want to die?”

“What? No! This is insane.” Neela said defiantly.

“Just keep quiet for now, will you” Jai said in a hissed whisper, gripping her wrist. “I will explain later.”

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As Neela was led away by the women of the village, the air in the chieftain’s courtyard was thick with tension. Balvinder watched her go, his eyes lingering on the sway of her hips beneath her saree. He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of anticipation. Tonight, he would enjoy her body and put his baby makers in her. It will be fun to tame that firecracker. He felt a stirring in his dhoti at the prospect of fucking Neela.

The other four wise men approached him. They huddled together, their voices low but insistent. The eldest among them, Rajinder, whose beard was as white as fresh snow, stepped forward.

“Babaji,” he said, his voice a low rumble, “we believe it is only fair that the test be conducted by one of us this time.”

Balvinder’s eyes narrowed, his gaze sharp as a hawk’s. “And why is that, Rajinder? Last time I checked, I am the chieftain. The final decision rests with me and I already announced to the entire village that it will be my cock that will determine her virginity.”

Rajinder’s eyes darted to his companions before he continued, “Yes, and you did the the tests the last five times too. When you tell us afterwards about the experience, it makes us want to do the tests too. None of us have wives anymore. You even got that one bride pregnant remember?”

“An unfortunate consequence if it was actually my seed that impregnated her,” Balvinder said raising his voice in anger.

“Each of the brides was found to have been a virgin on their wedding night. All of them had blood stains inside their pussy and their husband’s seed. Who is to say whether it was me that got that bride pregnant or her husband?”

Madhav, one of the other elders stepped in trying to diffuse the situation.

“What he means is that, we all stand by your decision and respect your wisdom. And by rights, you should do the test since it has been announced. But you don’t have to pronounce a verdict Babji. You could say it was inconclusive and you need to other elders to join the test. Our traditions allow for all Panchayat members to test the virginity if the Sarpanch is not convinced isn’t it?”

The wise men all nodded in agreement, naked lust in their eyes. “If you say the test was inconclusive, then we can all test her together. Just imagine taming that rebel of a girl together and taking turns all night long leaving all our seed inside her.”

“Stop it,” Balvinder said. He glared at Madhav who had just proposed that he lie about the test, “You think I don’t know why you opposed Neela’s wedding with Jai, and insisted she should marry your son, Madhav?

“Everyone knows Neela has the most desirable body in the village. Even I was hard looking at her today. You are all overcome by lust for Neela’s body and want me to break tradition and lie. If you all want to fuck Neela and fill her with your seed, you better hope that she wasn’t a virgin on her wedding night.”

With that, he stormed out of the room.

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Neela was led to the village bath. She was stripped naked and her body was smeared with sandalwood paste before washing it off with fragrant water. The women made sure not to wash Jai’s semen from her pussy.

She was then smeared with fragrant flowers, her hands and feet were adorned with fresh henna, she was dressed in a bridal outfit, jewels, and flowers. The smell of sandalwood and jasmine filled the air, creating a stark contrast to the tension that hung heavy in the atmosphere.

She had then been led to the dining hall and fed. The food was laced with potent aphrodisiacs because by the time she had finished eating, all revulsion and anger had left her and she was feeling incredibly horny.

She was feeling compliant and submissive. As the women educated her about past virginity tests, Neela was looking forward to a night of sex with Babaji.

Jai had explained the village customs and rituals, and in some weird way, Neela was starting feeling a connection with this place, was feeling to identify with this life, was beginning to feel like she was the Neela who was Jai’s childhood friend and bride.

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The sun had begun its slow descent, casting long, dancing shadows across the chieftain’s courtyard. The scent of incense hung heavy in the air.

The village women, their faces shrouded in colorful dupattas, whispered amongst themselves as they led Neela into Babaji’s bedroom through the back entrance. The bedroom was ornate and tastefully decorated as a bridal suite — rose petals scattered on the bed, the bed post decorated with fragrant flowers. The scent of jasmine and sandalwood incense filled the air.

“Here,” one of the older women said, handing Neela a small cup of milk. “Drink this. It will help you relax and make the test less painful if you really are a virgin.”

Neela accepted the cup. The milk tasted funny as she drank it, she suspected it was laced, but she didn’t care. She was looking forward to the night with the Chieftain and whatever that may hold.

She was a rebel at heart and would not be broken by any man, no matter his age or position. She would make sure of that. She was going to fuck the old man’s brains out if that’s what it took to prove whatever she was here to prove.

The old woman led Neela to the bed and sat her down before all the women left the room, locking the door behind them.

Neela knew they were waiting outside, eager to hear her screams of pain. She wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction.

She looked around the room, taking in the ornate furniture, the colorful tapestries, and the dim lighting. Despite the circumstances, she couldn’t help but admire the beauty of the room. It was clear that Babaji had expensive tastes.

After a few minutes, another door opened and Babaji stepped in. He was bare chested, wearing only a dhoti.

Despite his age, he looked fit as a fiddle. His chest was broad, his stomach flat, and his arms heavily muscled. As he looked up and down her body in bridal attire, his cock responded tenting his dhoti in the front.

Babaji smiled as her eyes went to his erection. It was a slow, predatory smile.

“So, my little rebel,” he said, his voice a low rumble, making his way to the bed and sitting next to her, “you’ve caused quite a stir in the village. They say you’re not a virgin. Let’s see if they’re right, shall we?”

He caressed her cheek, turning her face towards him and kissed her lips. Neela stiffened, but he persisted, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. He tasted the milk she had just drunk on her tongue and started hungrily sucking her tongue, pressing his body against her.

Her determination to fuck his brains out, combined with the effect of whatever was in the food and milk meant that Neela responded readily, sucking on Babaji’s tongue.

He groaned into her mouth, his hands roaming her body, sliding inside her blouse and cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples inside the flimsy fabric of her blouse.

She moaned, breaking the kiss, and looked up at him, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire. Reaching behind her, he untied her blouse and slid it off one shoulder, exposing one breast.

“I have done many virginity tests Neela,” he said staring at the naked breast and erect nipple, “but I have been looking forward to this test all day and am going to enjoy it the most.”

He leaned in, replacing his hand with his mouth, kissing and licking her shoulder as he slid her blouse lower before removing it completely and tossing it on the floor.

Kissing and licking her lower down her chest, he bit the cleavage of her breast hard before latching onto her exposed nipple. He suckled her, rolling his tongue around the stiff peak, making her gasp and arch into him.

“You taste like heaven, Neela,” he murmured against her skin, his voice hoarse with desire. “And I intend to taste every inch of you.”

With that he took her nipple in his mouth again, his other hand playing with her free breast and nipple. Neela gasped, feeling the heat pool between her legs as he feasted on her breasts.

As he suckled on her, his hand roamed down her body, tracing the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips, and the swell of her thighs. When he reached the apex, he didn’t hesitate, his fingers diving past her flimsy panties and straight into her folds.

“Oh Fuck, Babaji!!!!” Neela cried out, her hips bucking against his hand.

She was soaked, her arousal dripping down her thighs. Babaji smiled against her breast, his fingers sliding in and out of her, finding her most sensitive spot and rubbing it with skilled precision.

“So wet, Neela. So ready. I have been looking forward to feasting my eyes on your pussy all day Neela, and now, I want to taste the sweet honey from your pussy. “

Babaji whispered, his voice thick with desire. He pulled away from her breast, his teeth grazing her sensitive nipple, making her gasp. He kissed a trail down her stomach, his fingers still inside her, moving in and out, coating them in her arousal.

He reached the waistband of her petticoat, his fingers deftly untying the knot and sliding the garment down her legs.

Neela’s breath hitched as he tossed the petticoat aside, leaving her in nothing but a tiny, soaked panties.

He stared at the barely covered Eden between her legs, licking his lips, naked lust in his eyes. “Ever since you became an adult, I have wondered what you look like under those clothes. My God, you are even more beautiful than I ever imagined.”

Spreading her legs wide, he kissed and bit her all over her panties. Neela squirmed at the sensation, her breath coming in short gasps. Sliding her panties down her thighs, he threw them over his shoulder. Neela’s body trembled with anticipation, her heart pounding wildly.

“Open wider, Neela,” he said, his voice low and husky as his fingers opening the folds of her pussy, “I want to see if you are a virgin or not.”

Babaji’s face was barely an inch or so from her pussy, his hot breath making her squirm with arousal. Neela bit her lip, her body tensing up, as she felt his fingers tracing the length of her slit.

“You smell so sweet Neela,” he said, “So wet and ready,” he murmured, “Are you this wet because you are a virgin and scared? Or because you are not and you want this?”

Neela couldn’t answer, her breath hitching as his tongue slid into her depths. She gasped, her hips bucking upwards, thrusting her pussy into his mouth.

Babaji groaned, his tongue delving deeper, exploring every inch of her. He licked and sucked, devouring her wetness. His fingers joined in, spreading her folds open wider.

Neela’s hands fisted in the sheets, her knuckles turning white as she fought to remain still.

But Babaji’s mouth was relentless, his tongue wicked, and her body was on fire. She could feel the pressure building, her orgasm threatening to explode.

Babaji must have sensed it too, because he pulled back, his breath hot on her skin as he spoke. “Come in my mouth Neela, feed me your honey.” Babaji’s voice was a low growl, echoing between her thighs.

He started eating her even more vigorously, sucking on her clit as his finger drilled her.

Neela couldn’t hold it back any longer. The dam broke and she came hard, screaming “Babaji!” as her body convulsed. Her pussy erupted in a squirting orgasm, filling his mouth her sweet nectar.

He drank it all, not missing a single drop, his face glistening with her essence. When he finally pulled back, he licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with lust and satisfaction.

“Delicious,” he said, his voice hoarse. “The sweetest honey I’ve ever tasted.”

Neela was still panting, her body sated but her mind racing. Staring at her naked body, he got rid of his dhoti and underwear. She could see his cock, hard and ready, standing tall and proud. He was surprisingly well-endowed for an old man, or at least more so than she had expected.

“Now for the real test,” he murmured, almost to himself, “my favorite part of the virginity test.” He said driving his hardness into her without any warning.

Neela gasped, her back arching as he filled her completely. She could feel him stretching her, his length hitting all the right spaces inside her. He was definitely large, and she could feel every inch of him.

“You’re so tight, Neela,” he grunted, his hips moving in small, shallow thrusts, allowing her body to adjust to his size. “So fucking tight. I have dreamt about doing this for years — literally every time I would see you in the village.” He paused, his cock buried deep inside her, and looked down at her.

His eyes were wild with desire, his breath coming in short gasps. “You feel like heaven, Neela. I don’t think one test will be enough. I will need to do this test a few times at least, leaving a gift inside you each time.”

He pulled out and slammed into her.  Neela was shocked at how forceful and rough he was, but she was also surprised at how good it felt. She had never been with an older man before, let alone one as experienced as Babaji.  She could feel her body responding to his, her hips moving in sync with his, urging him deeper.

He started moving inside her, hard and fast, going deeper with each thrust, his cock hitting against her cervix.

Neela gasped, her nails digging into the sheets beneath her.

The room filled with the sound of their bodies slapping against each other, their grunts and moans echoing off the walls.

“Harder Babaji,” Neela begged, lifting her legs and grabbing him with her hands, pulling him into her.

He didn’t need a second invitation. He grabbed her legs, hooking them over his elbows, and began to pound into her with all his might. Neela’s body tensed, her eyes widened as she felt him go deeper than ever before.

“Yes, oh God, yes, yes, yes,” she screamed with every thrust.

He drove his tongue in her mouth and started sucking on her tongue while continuing to drill her pussy hard and deep.

Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation and she felt another orgasm starting to build within her.

“Oh fuck Babaji, I am going to cum again,” she screamed, breaking the kiss, her body starting to shake.

Just as her orgasm hit, he pulled out of her and wrapped his mouth around her pussy.

He sucked and licked her clit, taking in all the nectar she had to give him. Neela’s body shook and convulsed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She was moaning his name, begging for more, as he continued to feast on her. Her pussy kept quirting, feeding him her orgasm and he kept eating her, making it last what felt like an eternity.

When she finally came back to her senses, he was still licking and sucking gently on her pussy. Babaji looked up, his eyes meeting hers, a wicked smile on his face.

Turning her around on her hands and knees, he entered her from behind and immediately started pounding her hard and deep. Neela’s breasts swayed with each thrust, her moans and screams filling the room. Babaji’s hands gripped her hips tightly, his nails digging into her soft flesh.

“Oh Fuck, Babaji, that feels so good,” Neela cried out, pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts.

She could feel his ball sack slapping against her clit with each stroke, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

Babaji grunted, his grip on her hips tightening, “I am about to cum Neela, are you ready for my gift?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Neela chanted, her body shaking with each powerful thrust, “fill me Babaji.”

Babaji let out a primal groan, his body tensing as his cock pulsed deep inside her, releasing his hot seed. Neela moaned and clenched around him, milking him for every last drop, her own orgasm crashing over her again, this time stronger and more intense than the last.

He kept fucking her through her orgasm. Even after he was spent, he didn’t pull out. She felt his cock start to go limp inside her, but he dept drilling her.

“Putting my seed in you has been a dream come true Neela, but I am not done with you,” he groaned, “not even close. I am going to fuck you all night long, filling you with my seed again and again.” Neela gasped, still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm ripple through her body.

She couldn’t believe how quickly he started going hard inside her pussy again. Fifteen minutes later, he pulled out and collapsed next to her, after creaming her pussy for a second time back-to-back.

Neela lay sprawled on her side, panting, her body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. She was exhausted, yet satiated. She had never been fucked like that before. It was raw, animalistic, and thoroughly enjoyable. She felt used and claimed, but in a good way.

Babaji lay on his back, his chest heaving, a satisfied grin on his face. He looked like a cat that had gotten the cream. “That was…good,” he panted, his eyes closed.

“Babaji,” Neela said shyly, “can I taste your cock? Do you think you can cum in my mouth? I would love to taste your cum.” At her words, Babaji’s eyes shot open, and he looked at her, a mixture of surprise and lust in his gaze. Neela held his gaze, her own eyes filled with determination and a hint of defiance.

“It would be my pleasure to feed you, Neela. After all, your pussy fed me so well, it’s the least I can do. But you will have to get me hard again.”

Neela nodded eagerly, a wicked smile spreading across her face. She started by kissing his chest, her lips brushing against his salty skin, tasting him. She moved lower, kissing and licking his abs, before taking his cock in her hand, stroking it gently. She licked the tip, tasting his essence mixed with her own honey. She sucked on the tip, her tongue swirling around it.

Babaji groaned, his hips thrusting upwards, trying to get more of his cock in her mouth.

Neela took the cue and took more of him in, her lips stretching around his girth. She bobbed her head up and down, taking him deeper with each pass. She could feel his cock hardening in her mouth, growing larger and thicker. She could taste his precum mixed with the remnants of her own honey, and the combination was intoxicating.

She started to suck harder, her hand jerking him off in sync with her mouth. She could feel him getting closer to the edge, his body tensing up, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked up at him, her eyes locked with his, and that was all it took.

He turned her around so her pussy was above his face. She moaned as his tongue lapped at her clit, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her down onto his face. She ground against him, his tongue expertly teasing her, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

She continued sucking him, even as he ate her out. It was an intense and unprecedented sensation, feeling his tongue and mouth on her pussy while she sucked him off.

She could feel her arousal building again, her body shaking with anticipation. She felt his cock starting to throb in her mouth, about to release its load.

They both came at the same time. Neela moaned around his cock as his hot seed filled her mouth, her body convulsing as his tongue and mouth sent her over the edge. She swallowed every last drop, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked him dry.

Babaji finally pulled out of her mouth, his cock glistening with her saliva. He pushed her down on the bed, positioning her on her hands and knees, her ass in the air.

Totally spent, the two lay wrapped around each other in a tangle of sweaty bodies. Eventually, Neela succumbed to exhaustion and fell asleep.

She woke up to a strange sensation, she couldn’t place instantly. As the cloud of sleep cleared, she realized that Babaji had spread her butt cheeks apart and was licking her butt hole, driving his tongue inch by inch into her.

She felt a shiver of pleasure and shame run through her, the taboo of the act adding to the intensity.

“Babaji, what are you doing?” she gasped, her voice heavy with sleep.

“Getting you ready for the final part of the virginity test,” he replied, his voice muffled by her flesh.

“But… but I’m not a virgin there either,” Neela said, though she wasn’t entirely sure. She had never been with a man that way before.

Babaji chuckled, his breath hot on her skin. “Well, then this is just to complete the fun. I put my seed inside your mouth and pussy. I guess your ass should not feel left out right? Did you enjoy last night?” He asked, a finger taking the place of his tongue and probing deeper and deeper into her butt hole.

“Yes Babaji,” she moaned, “it was the best sex of my life yet, and I have had a fair share during my travels around the world.”

He looked confused at the comment, because the Neela he has known from the time she was born had never left the village. He brushed the confusion aside.

“Trust me, you will enjoy this too.” Babaji said, his finger now fully inserted in her ass. He started moving it in and out, getting her ready for his cock, “but I am going to enjoy it more.”

Opening her wide, he spat into her butt hole, before spitting on his cock and lubricating it.

Positioning himself behind her, he pushed the tip of his cock against her tight ring.

“Relax, Neela,” he coached, “Bear down and push out while I push in.”

Neela followed his instructions, and with a grunt, he pushed in, his cock stretching her wide.

“Fuck!” she cried out, her body tensing at the intrusion.

“Relax, Neela, relax,” Babaji repeated, holding still, giving her time to adjust to the invasion.

After a moment, she started to relax, and he pushed in further.

“That’s it, Neela. You’re doing great.” He praised, his voice strained as he fought to keep control. He knew he shouldn’t be enjoying this so much, but he couldn’t help it. Neela was a surprise, she was different from any woman he had been with before. She was fiery, wild, and she responded to him like no other.

He finally bottomed out, his balls pressed against her pussy. He paused, giving her time to adjust to the fullness. “You okay, Neela?” He asked, his voice soft and concerned.

Neela took a deep breath and nodded. “Yes, I’m okay.

I think,” Neela replied, her voice tinged with both discomfort and arousal. Babaji began to move slowly, allowing her body to adjust to the sensation of his cock filling her ass.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his hands gripping her hips tighter.

Neela gritted her teeth, trying to relax into the unfamiliar sensation. Babaji started to move faster, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. The discomfort began to subside, replaced by a strange, full sensation that was surprisingly pleasurable.

Neela could feel every inch of him, stretching her, filling her. She started to move with him, her body adapting to the new rhythm.

“That’s it, Neela,” Babaji encouraged, “move with me. Show me how much you enjoy this.”

Neela did as she was told, her hips meeting his thrusts, the sound of their flesh slapping together filling the room. She could feel the pressure building again, her body on the brink of another orgasm.

Babaji noticed the change in her movements, her breathing becoming more ragged.

He knew she was close. He reached around and found her clit, rubbing it in sync with his thrusts. “Come for me, Neela. I want to taste your honey again.” His voice was hoarse with desire and exertion.

Neela was close to the edge, the pleasure building within her, ready to explode. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, desperate for release. “Oh God, Babaji, I’m going to come!” she cried out, her body tensing up.

He pulled out and slid under her, his mouth open under her pussy, just as she erupted, her juices pouring into his mouth. He licked and sucked, drinking every last drop of her nectar. She collapsed on top of him, panting and shaking from the intensity of her orgasm.

Once her orgasm passed, he entered he ass again. Instead of going slow and steady like before, he started drilling her hard and deep. Neela gasped and moaned with each thrust. She could feel his balls slapping against her pussy with each stroke, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

“Harder, Babaji. Fuck me harder,” she begged, her breath coming in short gasps.

Babaji obliged, his hips moving faster and harder, his cock pounding into her with force. Neela’s body shook and trembled, her fingers digging into the sheets as waves of pleasure washed over her. He was reaching the point of no return now , his cock swelling and throbbing inside her tight, hot ass.

And then he stiffened and let out a roar , his body convulsing as he filled her ass with his hot, thick cum.

She could feel it, the heat and pressure of his seed filling her, and it pushed her over the edge again. She came hard, her body shaking and convulsing, her pussy clenching around nothing as her ass milked him for every last drop.

He collapsed beneath her, panting and sweating, his body slick with their combined juices. She lay there, sprawled on top of him, her body shuddered and twitched with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

After a moment, she rolled off of him and lay on her back, panting heavily.

Babaji kissed her nipple lovingly. “Bad news beautiful you were not a virgin on your wedding night, than means you will have to be punished as per the village customs.”

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The courtyard of Balvinder’s place was full of village folk, eager to hear the verdict of the virginity test. They had heard the sounds of Neela’s moans and grunts and Babaji’s growls throughout the night.

Suddenly, the door to his house opened and Balvinder emerged, followed by the other four elders. The murmur of the villagers fell silent and they all looked up at him waiting for his verdict.

“My fellow villagers!” he called out, his voice echoing in the courtyard. “I have taken the virginity test with our beloved Neela. At first, the test was inconclusive and I had to repeat the test, filling her with my seed five times before I concluded that… she was not a virgin on the night of her wedding.”

The villagers let out a collective gasp and hushed murmurs started growing in the courtyard. Balvinder waved his arms quieting them down.

“So, as per our customs, she will have to bear the child of the village, instead of bearing her husband’s child. And as the representatives of the village, it is the Panchayat members who will fill her with their seed till she conceives.”

This was the first time in a long long time that a bride had been conclusively found to be not a virgin. The villagers gasped and started murmuring again.

“Silence,” Balvinder’s loud voice boomed, “The breeding of Neela by the council members will begin tonight,” Balvinder announced to the gathered crowd. A murmur of agreement rippled through the villagers, “and I will preside over and contribute to the breeding as is my duty as the Sarpanch.”

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Neela, laying naked on the chieftain’s bed, was the center of focus. Five hard cocks were pointed at her, five salivating old men, eager to enjoy her body and impregnate her.

Neela had never been with so many men at the same time. She had never even fantasized about it. But here she was, in a strange world, in a strange village, with no way to escape. And she was not the type to back down from a challenge.

She looked at the five eager men surrounding her, their eyes hungry and their cocks standing at attention.

“Who is going first?” she asked spreading her legs.

“Babaji of course,” said one of the elders, “after all, he is our leader and always leads the way.”

Balvinder smiled at Neela, his eyes gleaming with lust and anticipation. “Indeed, I am the one who will have the first taste of your sweet honey, Neela. But as you can see, my brothers here are eager as well, so let us not keep them waiting.”

As Babaji spread her legs wide and licked her pussy, one of the elders shoved his hardness in her mouth. She extended her hands out and two others placed their hard cocks in her hand. The fifth elder started sucking on a nipple while caressing and squeezing the other breast.

Neela moaned around the cock in her mouth, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations of five men exploring her body simultaneously.

Babaji’s tongue was relentless, licking and sucking her clit, his fingers probing her pussy. She could feel another orgasm building, her body tensing as the pleasure became almost too much to bear.

The elder in her mouth groaned, his hips moving, fucking her face. She took him deeper, letting him set the pace as she continued to stroke the other two cocks in her hands.

She didn’t last, erupting in a massive squirting orgasm in Babaji’s hungry mouth. Her scream muffled by the eruption of the cock in her throat, filling her mouth with hot cum. Neela swallowed every drop, her eyes watering as she did.

When the cock in her mouth pulled out, one of the cocks she was stroking took its place and Babaji’s cock entered her pussy.

She gasped around the cock in her mouth, feeling the fullness of two cocks inside her. She began to suck on the cock in her mouth, her head bobbing up and down, taking it deeper into her throat.

The elder who had been sucking her tits had his cock in her hand while the spent elder started sucking on her tits. Two cocks in her hands, one in her mouth and one in her pussy ; Neela was overwhelmed with the sensations.

Babaji was pounding her pussy hard, his hips slapping against her ass. He had found a good rhythm, and Neela was meeting his thrusts. She was in a daze, her mind swimming with the intensity of the pleasure.

The elder in her mouth was fucking her face, his hips moving in sync with Babaji’s. She could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat with each thrust. She gagged and moaned, tears streaming down her face.

The other two elders were fucking her hands, their cocks slick with the saliva she had coated them with. One of them leaned down and kissed her, his tongue invading her mouth, tasting himself and the others. Neela couldn’t think anymore, her mind was a whirl of sensation and pleasure. She was being used by five old men, and she loved every second of it.

Once Babaji came, flooding her pussy with his cum, he pulled out and his place was taken by one of the other elders. They took turns fucking and filling her pussy full of their cum.

By the time the last of the elders had creamed her pussy, Babaji was hard again and ready for round two. The five elders kept fucking all her holes throughout the night. By dawn, every inch of her body was covered in cum and she had taken God knows how many loads in her mouth, ass and pussy.

She was a exhausted mess, her body sore from the relentless pounding, yet her mind was on fire, her body still humming with pleasure. She didn’t know when exhaustion took over and she passed out, while the old men were still fucking her.

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Neela woke up with a start. Her body was sore and aching, her limbs heavy with fatigue. She groaned, her head pounding as she tried to sit up. She was lying in bed — her bed, in the city.

Her body felt heavy, her mind foggy. She looked around, her eyes adjusting to the familiar surroundings. She was back home.

How was this even possible? Had she dreamt it all?

It felt so real, the sensations, the smells, the tastes. Her body ached everywhere too, but how was that possible if it was all a dream?

She looked around her room, her eyes falling on the clothes she had worn the day before. She remembered the dinner, the talk about parallel dimensions.

She ran her hands over her body, feeling the soreness and the aches. It felt real, too real to be just a dream. She remembered the village, the old woman, the chieftain, his cock in her mouth, in her pussy, in her ass. She remembered the elders, their cocks in her hands, in her mouth, their tongues on her body.

Shaking her head, she got out of bed and started going about her morning routine. She realized she had overslept and would be late for work if she didn’t hurry.

The next few weeks passed in a daze. The lingering memory of her experience — dream or not — refused to leave her. Neela found herself unable to focus on her work, her mind constantly drifting to the village, to the chieftain, to the elders. She felt a strange satisfaction mixed with a lingering confusion. She couldn’t shake off the feeling that it had all been real, that she had indeed been transported to a parallel dimension and subjected to a traditional virginity test gone wild.

And then she missed her period. She got a home pregnancy test from a pharmacy and it confirmed what she feared — Positive.

She was pregnant. She couldn’t believe it. She hadn’t had sex with anyone in this world for months now. The last time she had sex was…was it real? Did she really have sex with the Chieftain and the elders? Her mind was a whirl of confusion and disbelief.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her head in her hands, tears streaming down her face. She was pregnant with a child conceived…where? In a dream? In a parallel dimension? She needed answers. She needed to know if it was real or not.

She called the hospital and made an appointment with a doctor for that afternoon. She dressed quickly, her mind racing with questions and confusion. She couldn’t eat breakfast; her stomach was too queasy from the news. She grabbed her bag and rushed out of the apartment, hailing a cab to the hospital.

The receptionist guided her to the doctor’s office almost immediately after taking her details. Her heart thudding in her chest, she took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” she heard from inside.

Opening the door, she stepped into the office and froze. Facing her was a familiar smiling face — Jai.

THE END

SEE HER GALLERY

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