Disclaimer: I do not encourage or condone many of the behaviors depicted in this story. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author's imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.
The week after my initiation to adulthood I was told by my aunt that it was our family tradition to perform a ritual in a particular ashram. She accompanied me to the ashram premises and she took me to the pond to cleanse ourselves before entering. The pond was a secluded one surrounded by tall bushes, and the steps were of stone leading downwards that enabled those who couldn't swim to walk in and bathe. My aunt shed her clothes except for the petticoat tied up which covered her necessities.
My aunt took my dress over my head and I was standing there in my bra and panties. To my obvious discomfort, she removed my bra too. As I walked deeper into the cool water to hide my body, the chill of the water made goose bumps on my flesh. There was a powder from some type of seeds and it was very fragrant. She applied this power to the nape of my neck, under my arms, my breasts and of course inside my panties. 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. When we reached the ashram for evening prayers, my aunt told me that she wanted to perform a special ritual called "yoni Pooja." "Yoni" is the Sanskrit name for vagina. The ritual was based on a virgin girl and I could not tell anybody about the ritual.
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 all over my body especially 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 so as my armpits. I looked like a newborn baby. This was more effective than shaving; there was no stubble. She washed my cunt with coconut milk, water and honey. After I was washed and dried, I was standing before her and she applied sandalwood paste all over my vagina. My breasts were covered with Kumkum (saffron flower). 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.
A month later, it was one of those days during summer, I was sitting with Aunt in her bed after dinner, when her hand casually brushed near my shoulder blade.
"Are you wearing a bra inside?" she asked, having gotten hold of the straps outside my blouse, and I nodded positively.
