Date: 20 Aug 2001 00:53:02 -0700
From: Jan <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Kerala The Ashram (Adult Youth F/g FF/G)
Warning:
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explicit sexual acts between a girl and women. If this type of
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Kerala
The Ashram
By
Jan
When I was nine years old my mother's older sister came
to my parent's home on her way to worship at a Hindu shrine.
She was known to be very pious. In her early childhood she
adopted the life style of a Sanyasian (acetic). She was traveling
with some of her colleagues from the ashram they were from on
their pilgrimage to different temples in our state.
In our beliefs a woman is unclean when she is
menstruating. It is taboo for a woman to cook meals during the
time she is flowing. My mother had warned me that soon I
would start menstruating too. So I was aware that it was
coming. It was during these five days or so that we ate out and
I looked forward to the change.
During this visit my aunt asked my mother if I had stared
menstruating yet. My mother assured her that I had not started
yet. She then asked my mother if I could accompany her on
this pilgrimage. My mother being a religious woman was glad
to let me accompany her.
We took a train to within 5 kilometers of the ashram. We
had to walk the rest of the way. First a long way to the edge of
a jungle then through a dense jungle. It was just a footpath and I
quickly tired due to the arduous nature of the travel. One of my
aunt's disciples picked me up and carried me. She was a tall
black woman and she was lean and strong. The greenery of the
jungle impressed me. I could hear bird's chirping and making a
strange howling. I could hear other animals and the sound of
running water. It took at least two hours of walking to reach a
clearing and I saw the ashram for the first time.
There were about ten disciples at the ashram. The
principle acetic was a matronly lady of about 50 years. She had
a slight moustache like a young man would have. Their main
activity was worshipping and there were only women here, so
the only clothes they had on were saffron. You could see they
had no underwear on. Their nipples and dark crotches were
clearly visible though the thin material of the saffron's.
The head of the ashram had the only room in the place
that offered any privacy. She was present only at morning and
evening prayers. Her saffron only had an opening for her head
and draped to the ground. She was an elephant of a woman
with intense eyes that looked like they could see right through
you.
My aunt took me before her and bowed. I felt that she
was undressing me with her eyes, her stare was that intense.
She opened her hand and there was some "vibhooti" (ash made
from burning dried cow dung). She gave it to me. I had to put
it on my forehead and eat the rest. She blessed me by putting
her palms on my head, as she nodded to my aunt. I understood
it was a message that our audience was ended and to leave her
darshan.
My aunt went to a pond near the ashram to take a bath
and she took me along. The pool was secluded with brush all
around it. There were steps made of stone leading down into
the water. That way people who could not swim could walk in
and bathe. The water was green and cool. My aunt shed her
clothes and wrapped a towel around her body, covering up her
breasts and private parts.
My aunt took my dress over my head and I was standing
there in my panties. She removed them too. I was totally nude
now and so embarrassed. My aunt seemed to be oblivious to
my discomfort. As I walked deeper into the cool water to hide
my body, the chill of the water made goose bumps on my flesh.
My aunt asked me if I knew how to swim?
I said, No!
She told me she would teach me how to swim. She lay
me face down in the water and put one hand on my chest and
one on my upper thigh to support me in the water. I was trying
to use my arms and kicking my legs as she held me up.
Soon I could feel her left hand on my little black nipples.
They were pinching them gently and it was making me feel
excited. Her right hand worked its way up my leg until her
fingers were probing my little crack. It made me nervous and
excited at the same time.
Then she stood me on the step. She showed no sign that
what she did was anything unusual. She swam out to deeper
water and swam some laps. She swam to a spot where she
could stand up and the water was only up to her navel. I could
see her nipples through the wet towel. She was a big woman
with large breasts and the nipples made the towel stick out.
She asked me if I wanted to stand in the shallow spot
where there was no danger of drowning. She approached me
and took me by the chest and carried me to into deeper water.
Soon I was standing neck deep in the water.
In my shyness I ducked under the water. When I opened
my eyes I saw that my aunts towel was open and I could see her
pussy hair. It was thick and gently floating in the water. I
wanted to touch it but I was afraid my aunt would get mad at
me. So I just kept holding my breath and diving under the
water to look at her pussy.
My aunt must have gotten worried about how long I was
staying under water. So the next time I went under to look at
her pussy and I opened my eyes, she was looking back at me.
She understood what I was doing and without any ranker she
took me by the hand and led me back to the steps and removed
her towel and lay it over her shoulder. She stood there totally
nude for my eyes to feast on her body.
What can I say about my aunt? Her breasts were large
and milky white with large nipples like little fingers pointing at
me. She had a deep navel and the swell of her lower tummy
had a trail of black hair leading to her pussy. Water was
dripping from her body and hair. I was enthralled.
In the ashram they did not use commercial soap. They
used a power from some type of seeds. It was very fragrant.
She applied this power to the nap of my neck, under my arms,
my breasts and of course my pussy. She rinsed my body off
with fresh water. Then she dried me off with a fresh towel and
told me to sit on the step until she was done bathing.
She stood there facing me knee deep in the water and
used the powder to wash her body. She paid special attention to
her breasts. It looked like she was giving herself a breast exam
for cancer. When she washed her pussy she worked up some
foam and kept rubbing until she got a pleasant smile on her
face. Then she turned her back to me and put one foot on a
higher step so that her leg was elevated. I could see into the
crack of her bottom. She had black hair ringing her anus.
When she was satisfied she had scrubbed every nook and
cranny; she dove into the water to rinse off.
When she floated on her back I could see her breasts rise
and fall as she breathed. I heard footsteps behind me and I
turned to see who it was. It was the black woman that had
carried me to the ashram. I smiled at her. The woman smiled
back at me. I turned to see if my aunt would cover up. She
seemed to be enjoying herself.
The black woman simply removed her apron and saffron.
The only thing she had on was a black string around her waist
with some sort of locket attached in front. As she passed me I
was looking at the slender buttocks of a trained athlete. When
she dove into the water and came up next to my aunt I could see
her small hard breasts. It was a study in contrast, a hard bodied
black woman and a white soft rounded woman of some years.
When she stood up she did not have much pubic hair and
her thighs were muscular. With her legs together there was no
gap and her pussy seemed small.
My aunt took the power and started washing the black
woman like she would a baby. She paid special attention to her
breasts, even pinching the nipples a little. When she lifted her
arms to wash them I noticed no hair, not even stubble from
shaving. It was as if she didn't even have hair under her arms.
Then my aunt washed her pussy very carefully. It was as if she
was the slave of the black woman.
The black woman took each of my aunt's breasts in her
hands and squeezed them until flesh bulged between her black
fingers. My aunt did not seem to mind. She closed her eyes
with a blissful smile on her face. The black woman pulled my
aunt into deeper water and they looked like they were doing
some hardcore feeling under the water. When my aunt
disappeared under the water for a long time the black woman
was biting her lips as she muttered something under her breath.
When they emerged from the water and dried each other
I saw my first black hairless pussy and a white woman with a
black hairy pussy. I didn't know which one I like best.
When we reached the ashram for evening prayers, my
aunt told me that she wanted to perform a special pooja (a
methodical worship that had to follow a certain prescribed act
set down by custom) called "yoni pooja." This brings
prosperity to the ashram, my parents, me and her. "Yoni" is the
Sanskrit name for vagina. In Hindu mythology the lord Shiva
had married Sathidevi, a daughter of a Maharaja. The Maharaja
was not fond of Shiva and he did not invite her daughter and
her husband to a special ritual he did annually. All the other
lords were invited but not the Shiva.
Because the festival was famous and performed by her
father, Shiva's wife asked her husband's permission to go her
father's home to attend the festival. Shiva told her she would
be ignored and would bear the insult. She told him that she
would not return to Shiva if her father humiliated her. Shiva
gave his permission for her to attend.
When she arrived, her father did not let her attend the
festival and talked ill of her lord Shiva. She could not face the
humiliation and committed suicide, by jumping in the fire of the
ritual.
Hearing the news the Shiva created two evils. Rudra and
Kali from his hair and sweat. They went to the ritual place and
killed the Maharaja. Shiva appeared and danced. He took his
wife's dead body over his head and the dance lasted for days.
The whole universe began to collapse by the power of the
Shiva. Another god intervened by taking the body of the
woman and using his weapon, cut her body into parts and
scattered them on the earth. That way the Shiva could not
reassemble them. Where her parts landed the people built a
shrine to that body part. Among all the body parts was yoni
(vagina) whitch is considered the most important because it is
the mother of all people. Yoni pooja became a great ritual for
bring prosperity and is done in secret.
The ritual was based on a virgin girl that had not reached
puberty. Her virginal membrane should be intact. This had
been the reason for her visit to my mother's home and why she
had asked for me to accompany her to the ashram.
My aunt told me if I agreed and was virginal and had not
reached puberty yet I would be the offering I would be
considered a deity and I could not tell anybody about the ritual.
I agreed to be the offering.
My aunt took me to a room illuminated only by oil
lamps. It was dim light and smelled of burning oil. She asked
me to get completely nude and take a bath with scented water
she provided. She applied some paste consisting of turmeric,
sandalwood and the sap from the woods to my vagina. It dried
and I felt very uncomfortable. I had to sleep on a wooden
bench and was not allowed to touch my vagina. The next day
she took me to the pool to wash me clean.
To my astonishment when water was splashed on my
pussy the dried sap fell away and my pussy was completely
hairless. I looked like a newborn baby. This was more effective
than shaving; there was no stubble. She washed my cunt with
the milk of coconuts, water, honey and cow's urine. She dried
my pussy, after each application using her lips to perform this
function. She never allowed a drop to fall to the earth.
I felt repulsed by the urine being applied to my pussy, but
it was my aunt's duty to use her lips and tongue to clean me.
She didn't seam to mind doing it.
After I was washed and dried I was standing before an
evil looking god and she applied sandalwood paste all over my
vagina. My breasts were covered with kumkum (saffron
flower). After this ritual I was considered a goddess. My aunt
told me I was to be pleased sexually for one cycle of the moon.
It was not easy for me to climax, but my aunt was an
extremely skilled lover. Under her manipulation my dry vagina
became a river of female juices on her tongue. The stronger the
orgasm the greater the prosperity to the person performing the
ritual.
After two continuous days of the ritual I was tired and
my aunt had to try different positions and ways to make me
climax. On the third day the black woman joined us. She shed
all her clothing in a striptease for my eyes. Just looking at her
black pussy and tits had me wet again. She took the aggressive
role and made love to my aunt in front of me. The black
woman exposed her clitoris with her hands and milked it until it
was engorged with blood. Then she lifted my aunt's leg and sat
on the other leg and fit her clitoris in my aunt's open cunt. She
rocked her body back and forth until my aunt was making
animal noises. It almost frightened me, but I was being turned
on too. I lost track of time. I was achieving a stronger orgasm
with each day. It was like making a well in a desert every day.
I would feel something oozing out of my pussy and my head
would be spinning.
One day to the dismay and sorrow of my aunt she saw
traces of blood dripping down my legs. I had entered puberty at
the age of nine. The ritual was over. The woman I thought of
as the elephant woman came in and told my aunt that I should
still receive a special blessing. She lifted her saffron and
squatted over my head. Her legs were as thick as my waist and
her cunt was very hairy. I knew what she wanted and lifted my
head and kissed her cunt.
My aunt and the black woman cleaned me up. The black
woman carried me out of the forest. As we walked to the train
station my aunt told me to never talk about the ritual to anyone.
When I was home I told my mother about the ashram but
only told her that we prayed a lot. She never pushed the subject
again. Later I found out that a cousin had become a postulate to
our aunt. When the mother elephant died my aunt became the
mother elephant and her body became as large as the old
mother's. The black woman was her personal servant. When
they visited the city shrine each year I was invited to join them
and I renewed the love ritual with her, the black woman and my
cousin.
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