The Ritual

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The RitualDedicated to: Burgeoning_AwakeningAruna had always been a deeply sensual woman. She had spent her whole life in search of not only others that had her same appreciation and respect for the Eros as her, but of cultures and rituals which embraced the true nature of Eros in its entirety. Worshiped it in fact, or at least she hoped, because to her nothing had ever seemed so divine, or so pure as the moment of sexual climax, when every ounce of self identity, thought, expectation, desire, was cloven wide and discarded in radiating waves of pure pleasure. Radiating not only from within her own body but that of her partners as well. Binding them, combining them into a single entity for its duration, lost and yet somehow, strangely, not. Even just thinking along this vein made her pulse quicken, her body feel renewed, vital. She swallowed delicately and exhaled carefully as she licked her lips, her eyebrows raising even as she raised the cup of peppermint tea she favored on these cool autumn days to her lips in the little tea house she grew up loving. Sighing, a slight curl at the edges of her full lips, she slouched back in her chair. A comfortable old chair, worn smooth by generations of tea drinkers like herself.Growing up in London, the daughter of a well-to-do family immigrated a generation prior from India, Aruna was now a University student, studying history. Her studies granted her peace and quiet and many avenues to search for the types of rituals and cultures she so desperately sought. Today, like most others she would head back to the restricted section of the library, which only history students could enter, and even then only with express permission from faculty and continue her mandated research of the ancient Chola empire of India. C’est la vie.The library itself was a plesant mix of modern and antique. Rich wooden supports, floors, and lavish paneling all darkened with age created a unique scent that she loved as it blended with the old acids and finishes of the thousands upon thousands of books lining the shelves. If the library proper was almost always barren, the restricted section was sepulchral. Swiping her card across the dull gray security panel, she placed her hand on the round brass door knob and waited for the deep magnetic click before turning it and entering. The entrance hall curved into a circular chamber, lined by floor to ceiling book-shelves of first-editions and truly old texts that were either out of circulation, or had only ever had single copies composed. In the center of the black and white tiled floor was a large circular table of the same, dark, polished wood directly under a gently arching dome of marble whose pinnacle was actually paneled glass, letting in the afternoons thick bands of golden light. After a few moments, she had herself, her bags and her books settled and opened – time to begin.As the afternoon stretched onward and the rays of the sun shifted to a more seductive amber hue, Aruna couldn’t help but think back on her thoughts earlier in the day back at the tea house. Suddenly a warmth blossomed between her legs and a ripple of energy coursed outward along her olive skinned limbs up to the crown of her head and the tip of her nose… the lobes of her ears. She was wearing a long dress today, despite the brisk autumn weather, it bahis firmaları was light cotton, treated to look rumpled and pleated and composed of several layers. Beneath the dress, simple, small, white cotton panties with lace trim around the top and a simple pink bow, the size of a thumbnail adorning the center of the lace band. Her pulse quickened. She thought of herself toweling off from this mornings shower and slipping those panties on, she thought of her… pussy. She hesitated, even internally, using such a word. It was crude, overt,low-brow, yet, there was an inappropriate enchantment to it that both thrilled and excited her typically conservative self, so she thought it again, and this time she let it take her to where she wanted, no, needed to go in that very moment. Somewhere, far away, far from reality, somewhere only her imagination could take her.She was young, and fair skinned. Her hair, golden and thick. Though she was young, today was her day, her rite of passage into womanhood. Around her in the round, columned bathing chamber were her attendants, women who served the palace and its royal family. Each of them exemplified the ideals of motherhood of the land of Dharvhana under the light of Bharashta and set the example for what young women should hope to strive for physically as they aged. Aruna couldn’t help but feel self conscious around them as they waded slowly into the steaming bath water, beckoning her. Their hips, so wide and round, their bottoms and bosoms as ripe fruits spirited away from the gardensof Bharashta itself made her all too aware of her thin supple frame. As she stepped into the water, whose surface was covered in a myriad of petals and bundles of fragrant plants, the ritual began.The women surrounded her, brushing their fingertips over her body, not touching her physically, yet the air they generated, the closeness of their bodies and the warmth they radiated were felt. The rhythmic pulses of their hands around her seemed to stir the heated air she felt them give-off, exciting the hair on her body to reach upward towards its source, pebbling marvelously. As her skin stiffened so too did her tender nipples, pink and protruding, her areolas almost indistinguishable in hue from that of her skin tone. On this signal the attendants hands made contact with her bosom, each finger swirling over the contour of her breasts and finally brushing her nipples, coaxing them upward…. upward until she felt her knees weaken for wanting more. Sensing her need, the attendants closed around her, onethick woman supporting her from behind, wrapping her arms around her shoulders from behind, embracing her. Aruna could feel her heavy breasts, press up against her slender back, could feel her thick womanly bush nestle against her bottom, a perfect complimentary shape to the bowl of the woman’s hips as she sat back and down into the water, her breasts half exposed above its surface. The other women’s hands now massaged her body and her breasts firmly, each stroke clasping her nipples and squeezing even as they twisted upward. Her lips parted in ecstasy and were met generously with a kiss from first one woman, then another. There seemed an infinite rotation of different lips, tongues, tastes, scents, grips… She was lost in the divinity, lost in the intimacy.She kaçak iddaa didn’t know when it had started but as the kisses subsided she realized a thick later of herbal soap had begun to be worked over her frame and she was suspended aloft by the attendants above the bath, held between their powerful bodies as other attendants worked the soap between them. Eventually every attendant not working the soap was covered in thick white foam, sweat matting their richly permed hair to their faces. Bundles of pungent flowers were layered on top of her now relaxed body, the sexual sensations aroused earlier fading to a dull thrumming along her every inch. As one they lowered back into the bath water, submerging, and rapidly yet gracefully, re-emerging, the soap gradually being cleansed from themselves.The women supporting her feet knelt down into the water and each woman in turn up to those supporting her head and shoulders gently righted Aruna to a standing position and led her up the shallow stairs and out of the bath, glistening in the golden light of hundreds of candles dispersed throughout dozens of small alcoves in the plastered walls. The attendants knelt to pick up small green frond fans from the floor. Aruna watched silently as they knelt, their thick, hair-clad womanhood protruding from between their legs and from under their heavy bottoms, as they did so.Aruna could feel her own womanhood, nestled safely amidst a respectable mound of golden hair, warm with moisture that was not from the bath water as she watched. She was sure that display was intentional, that it lingered invitingly. As this display continued, one woman at a time, the soap bearing attendants had moved to a large golden brazier, filled with glowing rocks and removed it from its pedestal. As the last of the fans were picked up from the floor, the women intoned the mystic words of their people and raised the fans above their heads, letting the motion tilt their heads back, elongating themselves upward, their breasts thrusting forward to graze Arunas body, the woman directly in front of her, nipple to nipple. The brazier was tipped into the water and as a powerful hiss of steam ruptured from the waters surface, a heavy, slatted wooden cover was placed over the surface. At the same time the women hissed as well and inhaled dramatically, vibrating the fans rapidly in their hands as they folded their bodies inward and backward, the fans arcing downward and away from Aruna until they rested, kneeling again on the floor.Aruna, had prepared for this and she stepped out of the circle of women, toward the center of the wooden platform which covered the bath now. Kneeling herself, Aruna was all too aware of her womanhood parting expectantly with the gesture, could feel her folds, pressing in on themselves, inviting touch. And so it came. From behind one of the women placed the palm of her hand on the small of her back as she knelt beside Aruna, then another, on the opposite side. Together and in unison they slide their hands slowly down her back, over her bottom… moving inward to brush against her anus which contracted reflexively at the touch.. down, down… down….. and then with firm yet slow force, each hand washed over her pussy, coming together at the top of her lips and spreading her widely. It was a complete shock kaçak bahis to Aruna, and though she held fast her place, she knew a blossom of crimson had seared her cheeks. Her ears were on fire as these experienced and sturdy hands massaged her… spread her… another woman knelt in front of her and placed a finger under her chin, uplifting her, exposing her red cheeks, Aruna almost wanted to weep from the embarrassment, but something about the black pools that were the eyes of the woman staring at her, made her feel safe. Their lips met as the woman knelt and as they did so, the women to her left and right, reached around and squeezed firmly each of her breasts, their thumbs kneading deeply into them, coming together at her nipples evenas the woman kissing her reach her hand down and slid her finger along the slathering folds of her pussy, pushing her clit first to the left, then to the right, keeping constant contact, the warmth of her hand from being so near the brazier previously only enhancing the effect.She knew she was to be silent, but a desperate moan of pleasure bleated from her lips as her head lolled back from the exquisite pleasure of it all. Her body buckled under the pleasure and the woman in front of her, offered her shoulder to rest her head on as she dropped her kneeling knee to the floor, her arms wrapping around the woman, hugging her tightly as the rhythm of each women’s massaging motions intensified. Aruna was no more, she wassimply – life itself. Slowly the light within her intensified, her nipples almost in pain from the grip as the women milked her young breasts. She could feel her own pulse picking up the cadence of the woman who held her, as she felt it through her neck as she embraced her. As the union of their minds and bodies reached perfect synergy, the light exploded from within her and her body arched backwards convulsively, her legs clenching together as her midsection sucked in and out in spasms and her chest, now freed from the powerful grip of the attendants as they supported her wracking body, heaved up and down in ragged breaths, her beating heart visible from without as it beat so intensely.The wringing motions over her womanhood subsided. Subsided into delicate strokes. Strokes whose position slowly worked away from between her legs to caress her legs, her back, her belly, her breasts, the nape of her neck, her face.Slowly Aruna returned to her body, returned to her identity, to her self. As the light faded from her body, so too did the attendants, vanishing in the mists of the ceremonial bath house as her eyes closed.She had no idea how long she slept, how long the bliss overtook her, or even how long the entire ritual had lasted. Only the dim light of the moon filtering in through the paneled glass of the dome of the restricted section of the University library told her it had been most of the day. She lay there sprawled on the table top, her large olive breasts exposed, nipples dark and black against the light of the moon stood erect, though relaxing. Her.. pussy… cool and wet shone lewdly across the lacquered table top. Languidly she slid from the table, caressing herself and running her finger down her slick clit, collecting her effects and re-clothing herself. As she picked up her slim white panties, she ran her thumb over the tiny ribbon adorning it and smiled to herself before slipping them back on and out of the restricted section. As the muted magnetic lock barred the brass door knob in place behind her she sighed against the door frame. What a day.

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