Ramya: my tightness, measured

"Kiki, your assessment?" Raj asks.

"The candidate has excellent sexual response. She gets very wet and orgasms easily. I can tell by how she fondles her own breasts she can pleasure herself as well."

I nod with a grin. I might have a small masturbation addiction.

Raj says, "Ms. Venkatesan, from this point forward, the audition gets more... invasive. I remind you that you honor us by being here, and of course you can stop any time with our complete respect."

"Uh-oh," I joke.

“Candid­ates are not required to be virgins,” Kiki says. “Raj isn’t one, nor does he expect his wife to be one. However, the candidate should not be so habituated to intercourse that there is significant laxity in the vaginal canal. We will now measure your vaginal tightness to ensure your body can adequately pleasure Raj Patel’s penis. We measure all candidates, but there is a special consideration in your case. As a tall woman, your vagina will be proportionately larger and looser, even your claim to be a virgin is true. If a minimum level of tightness is not met, you will be immediately disqualified and dismissed.”

I scoff and roll my eyes. This is ridiculous… but why is it turning me on? I look at Raj, who is grinning huge. My pussy clenches involuntarily at the threat.

“And since you claim to have never been penetrated, we will perform a virginity test on your pussy.”

"Of course you will," I groan. It's the humiliating cultural weapon Indians use against women that I deeply resent, yet here I am, willingly spreading my legs to submit to it in the hopes I might get a husband. I’m selling out… and part of me is soaking wet at the thought of showing them my untouched pussy.

"Scoot to the edge of the platform. Spread wide and draw back your knees," she commands.

I move, taking the pillow with me, and now I am very exposed. Raj has a great view of my slick pussy, and Kiki can stand and fondle my crotch.

"First I will inspect your hymen for signs of intercourse," she says. She tugs at my wet lips to part them in the same way I have done many times to check it. It takes her a few tries since I am wet and lubed from her finger. But my flower opens for her, and she sees the seal I have carefully protected from lesser men for this very moment.

"The candidate claims to have only had digital penetration with a single finger. She does have an intact hymen," Kiki announces, moving to the side but still holding me open. Raj leans in from his throne and gets a good view. "It is thicker than most virgins and is annular around the opening. Although not proof, this strongly suggests no history of significant vaginal penetration or coital activity."

Kiki releases my lips, and I start to sit up, but she tells me to stay in place. I look at Raj, then at her, and she's holding up some kind if phallic device, a probe attached to something. My eyes go wide, and now I'm nervous.

"We used to administer the more traditional two-finger exam to check how tight you are. Now we use a perineometer. It's gentler and more accurate."

"Oh," I say, and Kiki is lubing up the probe.

It looks to be about an inch in diameter. Small for any non-virgin, but I've never had anything this thick in my pussy. "Do we really need to do-"

"Yes. Just relax," Kiki says low, bringing the tip of the probe to my lips. "You'll feel some pressure, and it will slide right in."

"Um... Okay... Oof, woah," I moan as the thick probe pushes in, through my tightness, deeper. My thighs quiver, my abs tense, and my hand almost reaches down to block her. Raj leans in, but doesn't stop her.

"Okay?" Kiki asks as she pushes in the last inch of a five-inch probe.

I nod, even though it definitely hurts a little. But the sting fades in seconds, leaving a deep, uncomfortable pressure.

Kiki rubs my thigh soothingly. "We want a reading with your muscles completely relaxed. I'll leave in a little to let you get used to it."

I nod, meet Raj's caring eyes, and relax. It's still uncomfortable, but I feel a curious tingling along my inner walls, like my body is starting to wake up to the intrusion. I know this isn't meant as a sexual act, but this is more girth than I've ever had. My pussy is clenching protectively around the probe. I have to will it to relax, accepting the stretch of my tender walls. Two more deep breaths, and I'm there. "Okay, I think I'm relaxed now," I say.

"Good," Kiki says. "Now I want you to kegel as hard as you can, clench and tighten around it. Can you do that?"

I've been kegeling like crazy over the past months. It's my duty to be ready to be a good Indian wife. I'm fully trained and have a strong pelvic floor. And whatever I'm doing to that perineometer is working. Kiki arches a brow and grins.

"Good job, I have a reading, I'll take it out now."

I unclench, and Kiki slides the tool out of my pussy with a wet slurp. "Did I pass?" I joke.

"Not done yet," she says, and now she holds a longer, thinner object. I scoff, and she says, "This will measure the aroused depth of your pussy. Raj Patel likes to go balls-deep, and his penis is longer than average. Although not required like the minimum tightness level was, if you can take him all, that's a plus."

Kiki slides in the slimmer phallus, and I feel it invading my depths even deeper, until I feel a not-so-pleasant pressure deep inside me. Kiki checks the reading, then slides the tool out. She parts my lips again and inspects my introitus like before.

"My inspection is complete, you can sit up," Kiki says, holding out a hand to help. I sit on the edge of the dais, legs shamelessly spread, a slight lean to my posture exaggerating the breast sag. I'm fresh out of secrets now.

"Our gratitude to the candidate for enduring that," Raj says. "Kiki, give your report."

"The candidate excels in all areas measured. She's tighter at rest than any candidate we've seen, including the ones that were also still virgin. Her pelvic floor control is amazing. When she grips, she's significantly tighter than her competition. It's not even close. She's deep enough, too. She will be able to fit your entire penis inside her."

I shrug my shoulders like I knew I was this amazing all along. I just obliterated the "taller is looser" myth.

"Did the test itself damage the candidate?" Raj asks.

Kiki shakes her head. "Her hymen is stretched and thinned out a small amount, but the candidate can still pass a virginity test for a traditional arranged marriage, should she stop the audition now."

"That's great," he says, then looks at me. "Does the candidate need a break before we proceed?" Raj asks.

"There's more?" I ask incredulously. But I knew there would be.

As if to answer that while still finishing her evaluation, Kiki adds, "Due to her unusually tight vagina and intact hymen, the candidate's deflowering may prove challenging even with a skilled lover, should she elect to proceed."

Raj is hard now. I notice it for the first time. He's a big boy, and his slacks are showing his bulge. Aquaman is fully hard and absolutely huge. White guy is stroking his cock and back up to full hardness. These guys obviously know someone is about to fuck me.

"The candidate has an important decision to make," Kiki says. "First, know that although Raj Patel has had sex, he does want to honor tradition the best way he still can, by waiting until marriage to have sex specifically with his wife."

This surprises me. I was expecting to have to fuck him to stay in the competition. I arch a brow at Raj, who nods.

"Further, he rejects cultural expectations that shame Indian women for having sex before marriage. He views this as unfair. In fact, Raj Patel prefers his wife to not be a virgin. He wants her to come to his marriage bed free of any regrets and certain of her decision."

Kiki pauses to let the tension build.

"The candidate has a great body and a tight pussy, but we need to see her in action using it to be certain she is capable of pleasing Raj Patel in the marital bed since he will not be able to assess this until after marriage. The final piece of the candidate's evaluation will be penis-in-vagina sexual intercourse."

I close my eyes for a second. I knew it was coming.

"The candidate must lose her virginity now to finish the audition and be considered for marriage. In addition to demonstrating her skill as a lover, the candidate will be deflowered in the process. She will fail any future virginity tests, which will severely limit her ability to find another husband for an arranged marriage. By making this sacrifice with no guarantee of a marriage to Raj Patel, the candidate is demonstrating genuine desire for marrying him. Ms. Venkatesan, you are invited to choose one of the handsome and experienced men here and finish the audition."

"Oh my God," I breathe, and all eyes are on me awaiting a decision.