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Subject: {ASSM} Story: Initiation <M\f, Cons>
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Date: Sun, 18 Sep 2005 09:10:03 -0400
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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.

End.

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