American COP Priya Goes to India Pt. 06

Authors Note: Kindly read the previous parts for lot more Context. Readers your comments are the driving force. Kindly leave your comments.

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The next morning, Priya awoke with a sense of anticipation coursing through her veins. The ritual had left her feeling more alive than ever before, her body and spirit intertwined in ways she had never imagined. She was truly naked, yet she wasn't feeling shyness. She felt empowered and alive, as if every step she took resonated with a newfound sense of purpose.

The morning ritual was same. Priya stood majestically and urinated in front of the crowd. Leela and Anjali washed her pussy with water, that was bought from the home of the crowd. As time passed, Priya grew bolder, eventually offering the purest, undiluted form of her urine as a blessing. Devotees would gather around her, hands cupped near to her pussy as if to receive a sacred drink. And Priya, with gentle generosity, would allow tiny streams of urine to flow directly into their hands.

Priya would randomly select individuals for this ritual, inviting young men, elderly gentlemen, women of all ages, and even elderly women, including some around her grandmother's age. As she watched them drink her urine, she derived pleasure and a sense of authority. Men were all the same. They would touch and feel her hands in pretense of catching the offering. Some even tried to lick straight from her hands, instead of cupping. Priya let them all enjoy as much as they could.

As the ending of ritual neared, men were heartbroken. Priya was their goddess. Who else would let them see and admire, who else would let them touch? Priya had a impressive body She was well built. Her skin was radiant. Sun rays hit her body and scatted like golden leaves. Some of the older men were stunned. They whispered among themselves, saying they had never seen a virgin woman perform the ritual with such boldness and grace. Few men were convinced Priya was a slut and not a virgin.

Women were baffled by Priya's behavior, particularly the young and middle-aged women. They were jealous of the attention she was getting from the men. Some thought she was bold; others believed she was free-spirited a. k. a slut. Particularly those women whom Priya had called upon to drink the urine directly felt humiliated and determined to tarnish her reputation. They even questioned the village head, asking how he had confirmed Priya's virginity. Elder, more mature women were worried, as the days passed and there was no sign of rain. They were of the opinion that Priya's actions were responsible for the increased drought. According to them, she was supposed to be timid, sit quietly, and be worshipped like a doll. Instead, she took command and ran the show like a real goddess.

The Village Elder was in a different league altogether. Everyday, he joined the men who bathed Priya. After the bath, he took all the opportunity to feel her up. Priya too, didn't make it easy for him. She teased him so much that his breath hitched every time her gaze lingered, her voice dropping to a whisper that sent shivers down his spine. Her presence was intoxicating, leaving him utterly captivated.

So much so that one day, after the routine ceremonious bath, the Village Elder found himself captivated by Priya's' sight as he gently traced a piece of cloth along the lines of her thighs. His movements were slow and deliberate. When his finger brushed near her pussy, Priya's breath hitched, her eyes locking with his. In a moment of unspoken defiance, she shifted her hips ever so slightly, a subtle movement that placed his fingers directly over her pussy. Slowly, almost Subtly, she closed her pussy around his fingers, not with force, but with a deliberate, magnetic pull. With his fingers locked into her hole, The Elder paused, his gaze deepening, as the unspoken energy between them crackled like a storm waiting to break. In what seemed like a eternity, Priya finally released his fingers from her hold and the elder was too disturbed to think straightly about her from that moment onwards.

On the final day, the morning urine ceremony erupted into chaos. Defying tradition, Priya decided to shower the entire crowd with her offering of urine, rather than calling them forward one by one. She summoned a group of men to carry her through the crowd while she sprayed with her urine everywhere.

A struggle ensued as the men jostled for the privilege of carrying her, each eager to claim a piece of her. Fingers attempted to invade her privates. Her ass hole was violated, her pussy was penetrated. Undeterred, Priya sprayed her urine wildly, saturating as many people as possible.

One man, driven by frenzy, tried to lick the last drop of water directly from her vessel, only to be trampled by a surge of men, injuring him in the process.

The afternoon bathing ceremony descended into even greater chaos. A brawl erupted in front of the Village Elder's house as men fought over who would be chosen for the final day's ceremony. Younger men accused the older ones of monopolizing the privileges throughout the 13-day ritual. Manish also arrived at the elder's house, hoping to get a chance with Priya, but seeing the chaos, he discreetly slipped away as he knew that Priya will finally come to his home after the ritual, and he could satiate his 14-day-long craving then.

After brief arguments, it was decided to pull straws to choose the 10 men for the day. However, further debates ensued over who should be included in the lottery. Finally, it was decided that all young married men would be excluded, as they would have opportunities with their wives. Instead, they would be allowed to witness the bath this time.

This decision, however, infuriated the already-outraged women. They protested that, according to tradition, the bathing and dressing ceremony was supposed to be held behind closed doors, and witnessing it was not allowed. "This ritual is not a spectacle," one woman declared, her voice sharp with frustration. The men countered that times were changing, and traditions must adapt to the needs of the community. "We are not asking to disrupt the ritual," argued another elder. "We only wish to honor it by allowing our young men to witness its beauty. They are the future of this village, and they must understand its customs."

"Witness the beauty of what? The beauty of the tradition, or the beauty of the slut who peed on us today?" The woman's voice cut through the air like a blade, her words dripping with sarcasm. Her eyes burned with defiance as she stepped forward, addressing the elders directly.

The Village Elder had enough. Amidst the cacophony of women's raised voices and men's brawling, he decided to take matters into his own hands. He, too, had been longing for the ceremony and feared being left out. With a stern, commanding voice, he locked eyes with the woman and declared, "Draw the straws! Whoever wishes to witness the ceremony may do so. This is my final order!"

However, Priya had different ideas.

Priya observed that the morning prayers had drawn a noticeably smaller crowd. Typically, middle-aged and elderly women would attend, but after the morning's fracas, the gathering was sparse. Only a handful of men were present, reciting lines from the prayer book, and the ceremony concluded earlier than expected.

Leela and Anjali wore long faces, which Priya assumed was due to the program coming to an end, and their time in the spotlight drawing to a close. The afternoon sun beat down relentlessly, its scorching heat almost unbearable. As Priya waited for her final communal bath, Leela seized the opportunity to share the latest village gossip. "You know, Priya, the women are consumed by jealousy, while the men are driven by lust. And to make matters worse, the heat is unbearable and there's no sign of rain in sight. Anjali chimed in, "And to make things worse, the water level in the common well has also dried up.

Priya's expression turned introspective for a moment, as if wondering whether she had done anything excessive. Priya shrugged off the momentary uncertainty. She hadn't willingly participated in the ritual; it was the village's selection, and she had simply indulged them. No one had instructed her on what to do or what not to do. She had been paraded naked around the village, and the entire village had taken pride in her. Now, how could she be blamed for the lack of rain? She had performed her duty correctly and vehemently, leaving no stone unturned.

As her thoughts converged, the ten chosen men, the Village Elder, and the Priest, followed by a throng of men entered the hall. Priya raised an eyebrow, intrigued. Cueing her curiosity, Village Elder explained the situation. Priya sighed and asked, "Do I have any role in the decision-making process?"

Priya was of thinking that she would strip everyone naked today and do a communal bath with them, but seeing the crowd and chaos, she decided to play it delicately.

"Of course, dear," said the Village Elder. "What is it that you desire to know or discuss?"

"Since i have been bathed naked, today, I wish to have the men, bathing me also naked. If that is within the boundaries of ritual."

The unexpected twist caught some of the chosen men off guard, and they protested, murmuring among themselves. Meanwhile, the unchosen men, particularly those with larger balls and longer penis, perked up at the opportunity, saying they would gladly join in if any of the chosen men opted out.

However, the Elder, sensing potential chaos, intervened, saying, "Let's finish this as we started." Priya nodded in agreement and proceeded towards the dais. Pandu dutifully placed the bathtub in the center, while the water level, once abundant for the ritual bath, had considerably decreased.

The air was thick with steam and the scent of sandalwood. The ten men surrounded her, their eyes fixed on her with a mix of reverence and desire. The water was warm and fragrant.

One by one, they began to undress her, their hands gentle yet assured. They worked in silence, each movement deliberate, as if they were conducting a symphony of touch. Priya closed her eyes, allowing herself to fully surrender to their ministrations.

The men moved in unison, their hands reaching for her at the same time. One by one, they began to pour water over her, the liquid gliding down her skin like silk. Their touches were deliberate, each movement calculated to draw out her pleasure.

A pair of hands cupped her shoulders, massaging gently as another set traced the curve of her back. Someone else ran their fingers through her hair, detangling the strands with care. She felt more hands on her hips, her thighs, her waist, all working in harmony to bathe her, to worship her. It was overwhelming, yet she craved it, every touch, every breath.

"Relax," one of the men murmured, his voice low and soothing. "Let us take care of you."

The water continued to flow, and she felt their fingers sliding over her skin, exploring every inch of her. Someone brushed against her breasts, and she gasped, her nipples hardening in response. Another hand cupped her between her legs, and she shuddered, feeling a rush of heat.

"You're so beautiful," another man whispered, his voice filled with awe. "Like a goddess."

She opened her eyes to see them all watching her, their expressions a mix of admiration and hunger. They were all so different, yet their desire for her was the same. She felt their hands moving lower, caressing her thighs, her calves, her feet. It was as though they were trying to memorize every part of her, to leave no inch untouched.

She could feel their eyes on her, their hands on her, their desire for her. It was intoxicating, the way they worshipped her, the way they made her feel like the center of their world.

She closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the sensation. This was it, the moment she had been waiting for. Their hands were everywhere, their lips, their breath, their bodies. She felt a rush of heat, a wave of pleasure that threatened to consume her.

She felt one of them between her legs, his tongue lapping at her as another pair of hands caressed her breasts. Someone else's lips trailed kisses down her neck, her shoulders, her stomach.

The men continued their exploration, their touches becoming increasingly intimate. One man knelt before her, his hands sliding down her thighs, then up again, his fingers tracing the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs.

The first man's hands traced the curve of her waist, his fingers brushing against the delicate skin of her sides. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through her, making her breath catch in her throat.

Another man stepped forward, his hands gliding over her shoulders, kneading the tension from her muscles. Priya moaned softly, her body already responding to their skilled caresses.

Entire hall filled with men watched, their eyes dark with desire.

The men followed her into the water, their bodies pressing close as they continued their ministrations. One man cupped her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples until they hardened to his touch. Another man slid his hands around her waist, pulling her back against his chest as he nibbled on her earlobe. Priya writhed against them, her senses heightened, every touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.

Their fingers found her core, delving inside her with practiced expertise. Priya cried out, her body convulsing with ecstasy as she reached another powerful orgasm. The men held her tightly, their strong arms providing both support and stimulation as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

When the aftershocks subsided, Priya opened her eyes to find the men still watching her, their expressions a mix of awe and raw desire. She smiled weakly, her body spent but her spirit soaring. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Now the priest and Elder stepped forward, their white robes clinging to his muscular frame. Both of them began to dress her. They draped her in sheer fabric, the delicate material clinging to her skin like a second layer. It left nothing to the imagination, her curves and peaks visible through the delicate fabric. They adorned her with flowers, weaving them into her hair, draping them around her neck and wrists. Her hair was tied around and adorned with a hibiscus flower. A garland made of Jasmine flower was placed around her neck which neatly fell around her breasts.

Time passed. Crowd thinned as soon as bathing ceremony was over. Hot lunch was served. Priya had it with Leela and Anjali. Both Leela and Anjali were excited for the night and how the night would unfold. Priya slept it off some time and woke up just before the sunset.

The Village Elder hastily returned to his residence and convened an emergency gathering of all the villagers. With a sense of urgency, he appealed to the crowd to put aside their differences and let go of past regrets. He emphasized the importance of unity and requested everyone's attendance at the closing ceremony. Specifically, he urged married couples to reconcile their differences and make a concerted effort to attend the ceremony together, without fail.

In the hall, Priya stood poised, ready for the fuck feast. Her heart yearned for Pandu, but she struggled to find a way to be with him. Meanwhile, a buzz of excitement filled the air as every eligible man in the village eagerly hoped to be among the lucky three chosen to participate in the fuck feast with Priya tonight.