Message-ID: <51969asstr$1127049003@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@newssvr29-ext.news.prodigy.net> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: 708fe69d!not-for-mail From: Kain <KCain_Author@hotmail.com> User-Agent: Xnews/5.04.25 X-Original-Message-ID: <2f6Xe.3031$5n4.1989@newssvr29.news.prodigy.net> NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 18 Sep 2005 00:42:38 EDT X-UserInfo1: TSU[@I_A\S@GB_LZKJK@^ZTDFRYB@GXLN@GZ_GYO^ZUDUWYAKVUOPCW[ML\JXUCKVFDYZKBMSFX^OMSAFNTINTDDMVW[X\THOPXZRVOCJTUTPC\_JSBVX\KAOTBAJBVMZTYAKMNLDI_MFDSSOLXINH__FS^\WQGHGI^C@E[A_CF\AQLDQ\BTMPLDFNVUQ_VM X-Greylisting: NO DELAY (Relay+Sender autoqualified); processed by UCSD_GL-v2.1 on mailbox4.ucsd.edu; Sat, 17 September 2005 21:43:43 -0700 (PDT) X-Spamscanner: mailbox4.ucsd.edu (v1.6 Aug 4 2005 15:27:38, 0.2/5.0 3.0.4) X-MailScanner: PASSED (v1.2.8 48370 j8I4hfYo049423 mailbox4.ucsd.edu) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 18 Sep 2005 04:42:38 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Story: Initiation <M\f, Cons> Lines: 327 Date: Sun, 18 Sep 2005 09:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2005/51969> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, hoisingr Initiation By Kyle Cain "Alice, honey? You almost ready?" My little girl had been waiting all month for today. It's her eighth birthday today. Initiation day. Today, my little Alice gets her first tastes of sexual pleasure. Well, by someone other than herself. I though she was going to wear out her pussy this week. With the same tradition I experienced on my initiation day, I bathed my little girl. Making sure she was fully clean, and smelling like a little lady instead of a rambunctious little girl. Guess I can't call her my little girl anymore, either. It's a sad day, and a joyous one too. Times of change usually are. I took a little longer than I should to wash her lovely pussy. I can't help it. I still have a weak spot for little girl pussy. Her father laid out her clothes. "Tada! How do I look, mommy? Daddy?" Henry looked at me with that familiar smile. The same one he had on his face when Alice was born. He was very proud of himself, and of his little girl that day. Just as he is now. I was trying not to cry. Her gown was the same one I wore to my initiation. It shimmered in the light, white as an angel and twice as lovely. The lingerie was new, the ones I had wore back then wore out years ago. Her dad picked out the panties. They were semi-sheer, and "virgin pink." He thought it was clever anyway. It took me a while to find a matching garter belt, stockings, and slip. All with a rose pattern. On the car ride to the initiator's house, I sat in the back with my little girl, giving her much the same advice my mom gave. "Now, remember. You don't have to do what he tells you to, but you should try what he asks of you. If you don't like the taste of his semen, then it is polite to spit it out." Alice just sat there, rolling her eyes. She's nothing like I was at her age. Alice rang the bell to the man's house. Henry and I stood behind her with our hands on her shoulders. The perfectly happy family. John opened the door and smiled at her. His hair was a dark gray now, and he had some wrinkling around his eyes and mouth, but he had the same strength about him. The same gentle smile and kind eyes. Here I stood, waiting for my daughter to accept her initiation, and all I could think about was my own twenty years ago. *********************************************************************** "Jessica, sweetie? Are you ready?" I was nervous as hell. Mommy just had a warm smile on her face. She was always like that. Calm, serene, and never showed any hint she was excited or nervous. She knew how shy I was, that I was terribly excitable. The last month of my seventh year was spent timidly hiding from everyone. Daddy was afraid I wasn't going to go through with my initiation. Some girls never did, and are only allowed to have sex when they turn 16. Daddy took me in his arms, and gave me a warm kiss on my cheek. "Now, honey. You shouldn't be so afraid. It's perfectly wonderful. But, if you don't want to go through with it now, then you don't have to." His words were of encouragement, but I could see in his eyes, he wanted his daughter to be ready for the sexual world that awaited her. If not now, then I'd have a harder time of it later. Mommy just stroked one hand through my hair, and another one across my bum. She was very satisfied by the gown she hand picked for my ceremony. The lingerie daddy picked out was a little more loose than the ones most girls get. I hadn't been fond of tight fitting clothes. Even the stockings he got for me felt a little uncomfortable. Despite the butterflies in my stomach, and the itchy feeling in my legs, I was prepared to go through with it. We got in the car and drove off, mom in the back seat, cuddling me. I felt even more nervous by her words. What was he going to be doing that I would be so frightened of? Why was he going to put his penis in my mouth and squirt something that didn't taste good into it? Nervously, I pushed the doorbell and waited to see the man mom picked out to do my initiation. He was a tall, handsome man with ebony hair and dark eyes. He looked like one of those wrestlers from ancient times, when people were violent and foolish. I was immediately terrified of the man. He knelt down and gave me he his hand. He was younger than mommy, about twenty. His face softened and he smiled at me. I wasn't so afraid of him when I saw how gentle his face was. "I'm John. What's your name?" I looked at my white dress pumps. "Jessica." The man stood up, kissed my mom on the cheek and shook my dad's hands, saying something I couldn't hear. Then, he knelt down and put his hands on my cheeks. "If you're not ready, all you have to do is say so." Thinking back on things, I probably wasn't really ready, but I still went inside his house. I'm glad I did. John's house wasn't very big, but he did live alone. The first thing I noticed when I walked into the room was the smell. He had dozens of candles lit everywhere. There was a hodgepodge of floral scents roaming through his house. It was intoxicating, and made me feel a little less on edge. He didn't lead me to a bed, like I was expecting. Instead, he sat down in a bowl shaped chair and patted his leg. I sat in his lap, and he wrapped his arms around me. The position was comfortable enough, but I was still nervous. My hands brushed the big red cushion he sat in. It was a valuer texture. It's funny how that stuck in my mind. When I felt his hand on my pussy, I had to instincts hit me at once. The first was to clamp my legs together. The second was to spread them apart. I left them in the position they had been in. Before that day, I had touched myself, at night, in the dark. But, this felt different. When I did it myself, I felt the soft flesh of my pussy with my fingers, and the firmer flesh of my fingers with my pussy. It's like they say, you can't tickle yourself, because you know you're doing it. It did feel good when I masturbated, but this was so very different. His face nuzzled mine and he whispered in my ear. "You just let me know when you're done with this." There is no way I could tell you how long I sat in his lap with his fingers working my virgin slit. I can only say that I felt the first orgasm ever given to me. The ones I gave myself were tiny by comparison. Well, I didn't tell him to stop. Instead, I turned around and hugged him, burying my face in his chest. "Are you relaxed now?" Truth is, I was. Only a few of the butterflies were in my stomach now. "Well then. The first thing you should learn is how to kiss." What a silly thing to say. I knew how to kiss. Well, I didn't know that I was wrong then, but it was what I was thinking. He didn't explain things as much as he showed me. "Kiss me." I pursed my lips together and kissed him. He put his hand on my jaw and whispered, "relax your lips." It felt strange. The more we kissed, the more intense it became. At first, we were just pressing our lips together. Then we started biting each other, with our lips. Then his tongue touched mine, and I jumped. Slowly, slowly, I started to relax again. My tongue touched his, then his touched mine. We danced like this for quite a while. Without realizing it, my hands ran up and down his chest while his rubbed down my back and squeezed my bum. It was over soon. John took me by the hand and led me to his bed. My butterflies came back. I knew he wasn't going to be penetrating me, because you have to be ten for that. Even so, everything I heard, true or not, flooded my mind. I didn't know what was going to come next. He had me sit on the edge of the bed, then asked me if I wanted to take his clothes off, or watch him do it himself. I regret now letting him take his clothes off himself, but I was too afraid to strip him myself. Now, I had seen my own dad naked before, and he was pretty hairy all over. Being as naive as I was, I had just assumed all men were. John was smooth, even on his crotch. Apparently, most initiators have their hair removed, so the transition is easier for the children. His penis looked huge to me, and it wasn't even erect yet. I had no experience to judge his wang. "Go on. There's no reason to be afraid of it." I touched it, just barely. As I did, it jumped a bit, then started to stand up. I'd never seen a man's penis become erect. I was fascinated. Honestly, it looked a little silly, but I didn't laugh. This was the thing that was the source of sexual pleasure for men. The little knob I had was tiny. No wonder men always wanted to have sex. It wasn't until years later that I learned that men didn't feel sexual pleasure the way women did, and that women had more intense orgasms. Fighting back the butterflies, I reached out and took hold of his penis. My hand didn't reach around it all the way. The skin was warm and soft. It felt a little spongy. But, beneath it, there was something hard. Oddly enough, the skin slid back and forth across the hardness. He gently cautioned me not to pull too hard. "Would you like to taste it?" Now, experience told me that boys and men peed out of that thing. But, mom told me he'd be licking my pussy, and pee came out of there for girls and women, so I delicately put my mouth on it. "Mmm, that's nice. Use your tongue a little. Lick it and play with it." This was strange. The bulbous head of his penis was squishy, and felt like rubber. There was some sort of warm slimy goo coming out of the tip. It was a little salty, but didn't taste bad. So, I kept going. His hand gently cupped the back of my head, not pushing or holding me there. I think it was a reassuring gesture, like what I was doing things the right way. "Okay, luv. Start sliding back and forth. Don't take any more than you are comfortable with." My head slid forward and my mouth took in more of his penis. I probably could have taken the whole thing, but it would have slid down my throat a bit, and I was trying not to gag with it brushing the middle part of my tongue. "Now, put your hand on it here, and rub it back and forth while you suck." I did. At the moment, I couldn't believe I was giving oral sex to a man. The way the act was described to me, I thought I would never do it. I was actually enjoying the feeling of it. "Ay! Keep your mouth open and don't scrape your teeth on it." I worked it back and forth, slowly. Neither of us was in a hurry. Eventually, even my novice attempts at a blow job would come to fruition. John had me keep my mouth open while he worked his dick for me. After a moment, and a little grunting, he squirted a few thick bursts of cum into my mouth. Honestly, I was surprised. I wasn't expecting him to do it that way, and I wasn't expecting to like the taste of it. He held out a small towel for me to spit the cum out onto, but I had already swallowed what was in my mouth. So, I took the towel to wipe off my chin. My face was red, and I was grinning from ear to ear. The part I was most afraid of was behind me. Not only that, but I actually liked it. "You want something to drink?" When he mentioned it, I did feel a little thirsty. But, I imagined he was asking so I could get a chance to rinse my mouth out. Once I had my drink, he asked if I wanted to take my own clothes off, or have him strip me. I chose the latter. Mostly because I was still nervous and could hold my hands steady. I slid my feet out of the pumps I was wearing. He knelt down in front of me, and pulled my gown off. My slip was pretty, but very simple. John took his time feeling me over my silky covering. The thin straps holding up my slip were slid off my shoulders and the flimsy undergarment fell to the floor around my feet. There I stood, only wearing the cream-colored garter belt, panties, and stockings. Now that I had been wearing them for a few hours, I forgot they were on. They didn't itch anymore. John whispered, "Ooh, how lovely." His hands ran down my hips, and he fondled the ribbons of my string panties. Mommy said string panties were the best thing to wear with stockings and garter belt. That way, I didn't have to undo everything when I needed to pee, or have sex. Even so, she made sure I put them on only after putting the garter belt and stockings on. Never had I been felt all over the way he was doing. I started feeling warm all over, my stomach hallow and twitchy. I was breathing raggedly, and swallowing a lot, for no apparent reason. My panties were soaking wet when he started fondling me there. Keeping them on, he slid his finger up and down my slit, spreading me apart. Wet silk caressed my swollen clit. My eyes rolled back, and I fell onto the bed when he did that. My knees just couldn't hold me up then. The sounds of John softly laughing made me feel a little uncomfortable. "Well, little one. Looks like I found your off switch." At the moment, it was the funniest thing I heard. His hands slit up my legs and under the ribbons holding my panties up. In no hurry, he pulled my panties off. For a moment, I thought they were glued to my twat. John held them up stroked them across my cheek. They felt like they were pulled out of the wash and rung out. Damp, but not sopping. The smell was intoxicating. I couldn't help falling in love with that smell. I felt his arm around me, and I was sitting up in his lap when my mind stopped drifting. His dick was poking me in the small of my back. He had me hook my legs around his, sitting with my legs apart. Directly ahead of us was a full-length mirror. Any closer, and my knees would be touching it. John had me put my arms under my legs and spread my cunny lips apart. He told me what all the parts are, and what feels best with each section. My clit was already swollen, and didn't need very much coaxing to get it to slide all the way outside the fleshy hood. Using his spit-soaked finger, he proceeded to masturbate my hot little slit. I couldn't have sat still had I been tied down. My pelvis and legs had minds of their own, and wanted to jump up and twist as much as they could. Still, as gentle, and obviously skilled as he was, the pressure on my slit never changed. The hallow feeling in my stomach started to expand, until it felt like my insides were going to slide out. My head rushed, my special girl parts burned, and my lungs squeezed every ounce of air out. Nothing existed for an eternity. Everything was black and I felt like I was floating. Nibbling kisses on my neck brought me back to Earth. I turned up to look at him. His tongue was very welcome in my mouth. John laid me back and continued kissing me deeply. Contentment was washing over me. I wanted to kiss more, but his lips left mine and traveled down my body. My neck first, then shoulders. My preteen chest got a lot of notice, and my nipples puffed out to greet the special attention. He worked his way down my stomach, to my quivering cunny. His tongue was so wet and warm. It lapped at my flesh, his lips squeezing the squishy labia mound. Love juices started to run, and his tongue probed deeper. The unopened barrier stood in his way. Even so, he pushed in. He seemed to be very careful, not adding more pressure than my hymen could take. It couldn't have been more than an inch, but I felt like his tongue was up in my belly. I squirmed and shook at his advances, both trying to free myself from his grasp and trying to push him further in. My body couldn't decide what it wanted right then. My mind was too busy trying to sort out all the new forms of pleasure that were coursing through me like a waterfall. And it ended in the same way. Crash! He had to wake me again. "You're quite the screamer. You're insides still inside?" He was making a joke, but I was too wore out to laugh. We cuddled for a while, until my strength came back. I asked to suck his dick one more time, and he obviously didn't have any problem granting that request. I didn't see him call my parents to let them know I was now initiated and they needed to come pick me up. When my mom and dad asked me how things went, I couldn't answer. I was asleep in the back seat. Apparently, I had been there nearly five hours. *********************************************************************** Henry and I had been sitting in the café when John called us. Our little Alice was a young lady now. And it only took her two hours. She must take after her father's side. Rambunctious, fully of spirit, and never afraid to ask for what she wants. When we picked her up, she was bubbly and bright, brimming with all the things she wanted to tell us. John gave me a knowing wink. Though he was the one who initiated me, we did have a bit of romance between us. On the months he took off from initiating and deflowering girls, and a few boys too, he tried to spend them with his peers. But, he still had a soft spot for a few of the girls he brought into that special world. We're friends now. Obviously I didn't really fall in love with him. I thought I did when I was a little girl, but once I got older, and started actually letting boys put their dicks inside me, those feelings went away. Alice asked us if she could have her girl friends over next month for an orgy sleep-over. I was still lost in my thoughts. I'm sure Henry said yes. 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