MONASTERY: THE EARLY YEARS by Amritha

Feature Writer: Amritha / [email protected] / Edited by Karin (The Archive)

Feature Title: Monastery: The Early Years

Published: 2001 /  Kristen’s collection – Directory 16 / This work is copyrighted to the author 2001. Please don’t remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial “free” sites, or in the “free” area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration.

Story Codes: Religious, Transgendered, Young

Author’s Notes: I will write about my life at ashram in another story. If you have any approval/disapproval/suggestions please send your mails to [email protected] / It’s okay to READ stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn’t okay to HAVE unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it!

Synopsis: Recalling a time of the past and a time of discovery

The Monastery – Early Years

Hi folks, I am a resident of a holy monastery situated in the Himalayas. This is a very high place covered by snow. We can see only the edges of coniferous trees around. This is a lonely place where we pray. Even though it is away from society I like this place very much.

I am now forty-five years old. I have been leading the life of a holy sister to god from my earliest memories. Let me tell you the story of my introduction to this holy life. I was born in a small village in Bihar, a northern state of India, which is famous for its mineral deposits, and it is also regarded as the most violent state in India.

Even under the British rule Bihar was notorious for its Dacoit and most of the people are illiterate and live on thieving. My father was a farmer. My mother died soon after giving birth to me. My father then remarried and it was my stepmother who brought up me. She was a pious woman, and spent much of her time visiting temples, ashrams and other holy places.

When I was eight years old I was afflicted by chicken pox. My eyes were greatly affected by this and the doctor advised my parents that I could possibly lose my sight.

Being highly religious, my stepmother went right away to an Ashram, which attained fame for curing diseases by prayer only. The Ashram had a high Priestess and many disciplines. Many foreigners visited her for her blessings.

She used to hug everybody close to her chest and soon they found that all of their worries were taken care of. The Ashram was situated in a jungle many miles from home. It had a campus of one hundred acres allotted by the government and was an awe-striking place to see.

The head priestess heard my stepmother’s problem and told her to make an offering as follows.

“Promise to God, that your daughter will be taken to this Ashram once she attains her period and make her a disciple of the ashram. She cannot be married in her lifetime and has to live in the Ashram helping the poor and destitute. If you offer this then your daughter’s sight will not be lost.”

My stepmother was overjoyed by the priestess’ assurance and made her vow accordingly. When my illness was over, our doctor was surprised to find that my eyesight was normal, contrary to his predictions — thus my destiny was to become a discipline of the Ashram.

I came to my period when I was taking a swimming lesson one summers afternoon. I saw blood around me in the water and was afraid and jumped ashore. The women bathing along with me were happy for me that I had attaining puberty. The blood was down my thighs to my feet. I did not feel much pain contrary to others I’d heard about, as it happened in the water. Getting a first period in water is considered as good an omen as you can have in our custom.

Then the women took me to my house and I was put in a secluded place surrounded by walls made of coconut leaves. They filled a huge pot with turmeric powder, and each of the women poured water over me. My womanhood was washed thoroughly, and I was told to wear a tampon tied to a black string around my waist.

There was a big feast for all our relatives and neighbors. For five days the women assembled at my home to bath me with turmeric water. On the fourth day my flow stopped. Thus I had become a woman. I was not aware of the sexual meaning of this process at the time.

After one week, my stepmother took me to the high priestess to receive her blessings. It was a boring period for me after the previous week of excitement, to spend the whole time sitting alone and praying.

The monastery was situated near a river in a dense jungle. After alighting at the nearest railway station we had to travel by Tonga (a cart pulled by mules) for a distance of ten kilometers. When we reached the monastery, we were served food in leaves and there were only a few people waiting for Darshan (a holy appointment) with the High Priestess of the Monastery.

The Monastery blessing place consisted of three large huts, side by side. The roof of the huts were thatched in palm leaves. It was a cool place. No one uttered a word. Old ladies were sitting under trees with chains made of sandalwood praying. When they completed one round of prayers they moved a bead of the chain. Thus they had to pray so many times a day.

The High Priestess of the Ashram presided over the middle hut, which was slightly bigger than the others. Around four o’clock in the afternoon we were allowed to enter the hut, were there were two well built black ladies standing just inside the door. They looked more like warriors than disciples.

When we entered the room the door was closed behind us. The room was dimly lit with oil lamps fixed on the walls. The priestess was sitting on a high chair with a book opened before her and she was chanting mantras. There was perfume coming from a small fire in front of her. The Priestess welcomed us with a smile and we both bowed before her.

I may describe her as a lady with sparkling eyes and a high commanding power. She had a lot of facial hair and had a mustache like young men. She never tied her hair and it was disheveled and reached to her waistline. She wore a saffron color apron, which covered her from her neck to her feet.

She had some aura around her. When she looked at me I felt my clothes were removed and I was naked before her eyes.

My stepmother put her forehead at the feet of the Priestess and offered her worship. When I tried to imitate her, the priestess smiled at me and give a sign that I was not to do so.

Then the high priestess signed me to come near her. So I moved towards her nervously. She put her hands on my forehead and blessed me.

My stepmother told her about my first menstruation and that she had remembered her vow.

The priestess asked me if I was willing to adopt the life of a disciple. I said that I was very much obliged to become a disciple of her. After all, I’d grown up with this burden, having been told that my stepmother had pledged me.

The Priestess told me she would need to remove all evil spells that rested upon me. And I answered that I was ready for her blessings.

I was wearing a pajama and a blouse. I had no underwear except a petticoat and the tampon, which I changed each day. The old priestess put her fingers on my chest and began to feel at my nipples. Then she proceeded to remove my petticoat so that I was standing before her with only a tampon. Soon my nipples started grow stiff from her tickling touch.

Then priestess gave a sign to my stepmother, and she stepped forward and untied the black string, which was tied around my waist. Now I was fully naked and the high priestess eyed me from head to toe. Her eyes stayed on my naked body for a long time. Then I noticed that the old priestess made assign to my stepmother.

To my amazement my stepmother bowed before me and crawled up to me and put her tongue on my little hairless pussy and started licking me. And the old priestess continued to pinch my nipples.

I felt very strange, not having had anything like this done to me before in my life. Soon I found it difficult to stand, but I was enjoying the feeling that these strange touches were causing me. As if reading my thoughts my stepmother laid me on the floor and parted my legs wide and attacked me with her tongue and fingers even more energetically.

I writhed on the floor as she inserted a finger into my tight butt hole, making me raise my buttocks from the floor. My eyes flew open when my stepmother began fingering in and out of my anus and at the same time licking my womanhood.

I was embarrassed, and strangely aroused at the same time. What was happening to me was something I would never have imagined in my wildest dreams.

Looking back I realized that I was about to have an orgasm, the first time in my life. I didn’t understand then, and when I reached my zenith, my head was spinning and I pulled away from my stepmother and the priestess in shame and confusion.

Then I saw my stepmother removing her apron, she was not wearing any underwear just like I’d been instructed. I was seeing her nude for the first time. I’d never thought that she was such a beautiful woman, but I realized that her body was well proportioned, and her big white breasts looked like two watermelons with big nipples almost like tiny little penises.

I continued to look at her naked body in fascination; she had a mass of dark hair covering her cunt. Her lower belly was not visible because of the dark hair; it was impossible to diagnose whether the hair started growing down from her navel ending at her anus or started from her butt hole and ending at her navel.

She lay on a mat looking up at me, when the old priestess demanded that I do the same for her that she’d done for me. I was very shy to do such a thing to my stepmother and with another person watching too. But I was now a disciple of this priestess, so I had no other choice. Also I had been brought up to feel that it customary to return the favor received.

So I awkwardly put my mouth on my stepmother’s hairy pussy and started sucking her. She used both of her hands to part her outer lips so that I could gain better access. I licked her folds and was surprised to taste a sweet aroma. Even though her pussy had lot of hair around it there was no foul smell, but an aroma of a wild flower. This helped me to suck harder and harder on her pink lips, and soon she forced her hand behind my head so that my tongue began to touch more and more deep of her hole.

Then I felt an acidic taste near an orifice and understood that it was from where her piss comes. Just above that part something touched my tongue like the tip of a lollypop. Soon that bead like part grew and my stepmother put both of her hand on my head and I was forced more and more into her pussy.

Her dark pussy hairs reached up to my throat and I felt like I was suffocating, but she was not going to release me. I understood the tip like what you see when you open your mouth big before a mirror (a small piece of meat hanging from upper wall of throat) was her pleasure center. I knew this without really knowing why.

I tried to take it between my lips, then I felt something entered my anus. Some one was putting a thick finger into my small asshole and soon another finger entered my pussy.

For a five minutes I cannot describe the intensity of our love making; I putting all of my mouth on my stepmother’s pussy and at the same time someone from behind fucking my pussy and anus. I felt like going to shit and urinate all at the same time.

Then my stepmother grunted and she had only her head and toes on the floor. She came in earth shattering orgasms and finally fell back to the ground. I turned to see who was fingering me. I was quite astonished to see the presence of a black woman behind me. She was one of the guards who hand been standing outside the priestess’s room. I was thinking that they were deaf and mute. I could not figure out how she came to the room without my notice.

The black woman put her hand on her shoulder and untied a knot in her dress. The whole dress fell down and there she stood naked. She looked like a statue carved out of ebony rock. Her breasts were fully round and the nipples of her breasts were protruding. She had big buttocks. But I could not keep my attention on her as my stepmother started kissed me and began to pinch my nipples.

At that time I felt a pussy pressing on my buttocks, and the black woman was now taking my legs and she tried to part them as far as possible so that my legs and hers could intertwine. It looked as if we were attached at the waist; she was trying to put her clitoris into my anus.

I felt a tiny finger like thing trying to enter my asshole. Soon the black woman succeeded in ass fucking me with her engorged clitoris. She achieved an orgasm I think, and soon I too felt another one come upon me gloriously.

When we were exhausted I looked around to see what the high priestess was doing all this time, and found that she had disrobed and was standing their fully nude. And what did I see, was she a man or woman or rather an ape. She was fully covered by hair all over the parts of her body that is normally covered by her robes. She had leg hair and hair on her thighs like any hairy man. The only part, were there was no hair, was her chest. She even had hair on her backside.

And my God! She had a penis — no it was her clitoris — it was around four inches long, black and protruding outside her pussy lips. She had hair all around her pussy and anus. She looked like an ape in the movie, “Planet of the Apes.” That was the reason for her wearing a long apron, which covered her fingers.

She went over to stand next to the black woman and took her in her hands and laid her on a thick mattress of straw and with a raw power and jumped over her.

The black woman was very masculine and she was dominating my stepmother easily. But now she was the surrogate as the priestess milked her boobs brutally, and slapped her black round buttocks.

The sound was to be heard outside of her chambers. But she did not care; the black woman showed no grief but seemed to be enjoying the slapping. It was like an ape fucking a negro woman. The black woman had no body hair and the high priestess had it abundantly. Her big clitoris was erect almost like a male’s penis, that of a ten year old boy.

She as shoving it into the vagina of black woman. And soon I heard the smacking sound of fucking and all the while the black woman lay there very submissive. It was like a role reversal of what she had done to my stepmother.

Then the high priestess left the black woman and walked to my step mother and with her hands on her big clitoris she just put it into the lips of my kneeling step mother who began suck it like a whore doing a blow job on a black penis.

The high priestess appeared to be acting very brutally toward my stepmother. She was massaging my stepmother’s breasts like taking water out of a sponge. And to my amazement soon my stepmother’s breasts were red and puffy.

Then the priestess walked back to the black woman and put her penis-like-clitoris in her mouth. The black woman also sucked it eagerly for some time then she inserted it into her vagina again.

I watched as the high priestess expertly fucked the black woman for about ten minutes and when the black woman was exhausted asked my stepmother to join her in the bed. Priestess fucked both my stepmother and black woman alternatively and I was spellbound to see an ape fucking a white woman and black woman simultaneously.

This process went for an hour or more, until the high priestess finally grew tired, but the high priestess did not have an orgasm. She called me to her and ordered me to suck on her clit.

I did it happily now, only wanting her to love me as she had done the black woman and my mother. But when she asked me to bite her clit, I was afraid, but did so occasionally.

After trying as hard as I could to please the priestess, I finally attained success. My mouth was filled by her juice, like that you get when you squeeze a lemon. It had no real taste but it was very hot and slick. I had to cough for a long time to get the hairs, which had been stuck from my throat.

Thus everybody achieved multi-orgasms, and I was initiated into the holy monastery.

THE END