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You take one last look at your mom. She flips a tuft of your curly blonde hair as you near the building. You hate the frilly white dress and white stockings that your mom has made you wear today. Like most youngsters you prefer bright colors but you understand that this is the way. Your mom even chose the panties that you were to wear today. As everything else on your small frame, they are white nylon underwear that have only a bit of cotton covering the crotch. Each side is tied with a perfect little bow. Your mother explained that white was a sign of purity and it was required attire for such an important occasion as this. You feel like a little china-doll from a box at the department store. "Remember," your mother tells you as you walk together. "Remember," she says, "when they ask for your name, you have none because it no longer matters." You look at your mother with confusion in your young eyes. "Do you understand?"
You look at her and say, "Yes mother." But of course you do not understand. Yesterday you were 11 and today you are 12. The world around you, like your preteen body is changing rapidly. Just last year you were tomboy, just one of the guys so to speak. If you talked to a grown man or even a boy a little older, they wouldn't give you the time of day. Lately though, things have changed. You have noticed your hips flaring into a more woman like figure and your breasts have begun to bud nicely. Also, where you once had no hair, a dusting of light hair has cropped up. It looks like your pubic area will be a honey blonde color. Not only have you noticed the changes in your body, men seem to have noticed it also. It is easy to get the attention of a man now. All it takes is a movement, a look or a flash of skin and they are like putty in your hands. You really didn't mean for things to turn out like this, but since it has, you have learned to take advantage of it.
You feel ashamed as you think of the fact that even your father and your brothers have been looking at you different lately. It is odd, yet strangely exciting to give one of them a quick flash of panties or bend over just right. You can feel their eyes burning into your chest as you innocently bend over and give him a flash of your puffy nipple. It makes you feel so grown up and in control. And it is not just the men in your family. Strangers too have seemed to be paying more attention to you. It makes you feel so naughty, although you don't understand why. So many changes, so many things to think about and so little time. You catch yourself start to ask her a question but you stop, knowing that this is not the way.
The heels of your black patent leather pumps clack with the rhythm of your heartbeat as you walk up the concrete steps. The shoes are the ones your mom wore when she was "initiated". This makes you stand taller and you can feel the muscles in your butt cheeks tighten. You feel much more grownup than you did yesterday. There is an excitement, but yet a foreboding in your body as you prepare for your membership. It is your first time, you know that it won't be your last, because once inducted, you are in for life. You have waited for this moment for what seems like an eternity. It is the day that your mommy and daddy will have you "initiated" into the club. You don't know exactly what the club entails, or what the club does, you just know that whatever it is, you have been told that you must be willing to do whatever is necessary to get in.
Like your mother, sisters, aunts and all of the other women in your family, your 12th birthday is the day that women are admitted. Your grandfather, grandmother, mother, father and all of the other women and men in your family have been members. You have wanted to be a member since you first heard it mentioned at 5.
For reasons that will become clear later, men become members from birth. Their initiation happens at their circumcision, which is also done by a physician under the direction of the club. At times you think this is unfair, but you don't voice your opinion because that would make daddy angry. Involuntarily you shiver as you imagine your father getting angry with you. Your daddy loves his girls more than anything in the world, but he is very strict and he doesn't allow his girls to backtalk him.
Mom ushers you into a room and you take a deep breath as you remove your snow-white jacket and set it on the seat. You adjust it and set on top of it and wait. You take a quick scan of the room. It too is done in white. Everything in the room is white. The chairs, the walls, the cabinet against the wall are white. Even the desk in the corner is white. The soft light keeps it from glaring but the lack of color still is not what you would prefer. You want to speak, to ask questions, but that is not allowed. Your little hands shake in anticipation of your "initiation". Your mind moves at a hundred miles an hour as you try to imagine what the big secret could be. You tremble in the anticipation that you will soon find out.
The door opens and you turn your head to see who it is. It is a man in a white coat, a man who looks like a doctor of some sort. "Hello ladies," he says as he walks into the room and sits behind the large desk close to the wall. His eyes burn into you as you sit beside your mother. Steel blue eyes, unlike any eyes that you have ever seen look at you, almost searching your mind. It kind of frightens you, yet the smile he has is disarming. "Pretty," he mumbles as he looks at you and then his chart. "What's your name little girl?"
You want to answer, you want to tell him but before you say anything, you feel a sharp burning pain in your arm. You grimace and stifle a word of protest, but understand the warning from your mother. Her fingers have stayed clamped on the soft part of your arm as if to remind you that you are not to answer questions verbally. You hang your head instead, deciding to say nothing. The doctor grins and nods in approval. "I see she understands the rules," he tells your mother. She says nothing either, instead nods and smiles at the man.
After what seems like a sea of silence, the man stands and walks from behind his desk. He is a tall man with sandy colored hair. He is built nothing like your father, who is smaller in stature, but is built like a large oak tree. He is much different than your daddy, yet there is something familiar. Perhaps it's the smile or perhaps it's his manner. Whatever it is, it commands your total obedience. So disarming is this stranger's manner that you feel like you have known him all your life. "Are you ready?" he asks. You again say nothing. Your mother smiles, proud because her little girl is worthy of this honor. "Very good dear," he says as he takes your hand and leads you toward a door. "We will proceed."
The man opens the door and flips on a switch. He must be a doctor you think to yourself. The room looks like a doctor's office at least. There is a sink, a stool and an examining table. Once again, everything is white. You allow him to lead you to the middle and then he releases your hand and sits down on a stool at the foot of the table. He sets down his chart and turns toward you. "Disrobe sweetie," he says and he smiles slightly. You look at your mother and she motions you to obey. You scan the room for a place with a little privacy. There is none. "Don't be shy my dear," the man says, "it is required." One last time you glance at your mother. She is smiling and nodding and you take a deep breath and turn your back to the strange man in the room. "Face me girl," he says. You turn slowly and as is expected, you start to take your clothes off.
You are so nervous that your hands tremble. You want this so bad. You want to obey, yet your sense of modesty are at war. You have wanted this for so many years but you still are hesitant. Even at the doctor's office, you are allowed some privacy and a robe to put on after you undress. The man smiles his appreciation as your mother walks behind you and unsnaps the button at the back of your dress. Her hand is reassuring and her touch is warm. You place your hand gently on your mothers and then you feel her other hand take hold of the zipper and begin to move it down.
The sandy haired stranger is still looking at you, staring at you as the zipper comes down and then stops right above the waist. Your mother moves her hand and you put yours to your side. You close your eyes because you cannot look at him while he takes in your preteen body.
A hand on each shoulder and you feel your mother tug on your dress. Your breath increases as you feel her slide each shoulder down, across your forearms and you feel your small budding chest come into contact with the air. For the first time you realize how cool it is in here because your puffy nipples contract and begin to harden. You open your eyes to see if the man has had the decency to turn his head. He has not!
Your face is crimson as your mother slides your dress down, down, down your elbows and off of your hands. The second they are past your fingertips, your arms instinctively come up and you cover the bumps on your chest that you call breasts.
The man on the stool takes a quick breath as your lacey white dress falls to the floor. Your face turns a deeper shade of red against your fair skin as you stand there before him. Except when you were a child and your dad would give you a bath, no other man has laid eyes on your naked body. His eyes move up and down your young frame. He doesn't look at you like a doctor would. It is more like the men look at you when walking past a construction crew.
Once again you feel your mother's hands on your shoulders. This touch is different than anything you have ever had from her before. It is a gentle soft touch, almost a caress. You tremble as they move from your shoulders and down your arms. They stop at your elbows and move across your arms and she encircles your chest and grasps your hands in hers. She pulls herself close to you and you feel her breasts press into your back. They are nice breasts, ones like you hope to have some day. She takes your hands firmly and pulls your hands down to your sides. Again, your nipples begin to harden in the cool air. You cock your head back and up and look at your mother's loving face. Her eyes tell you it is alright, so you relax and let her pull them down until they are at each side of your hips.
You lower your head and feel the man's eyes burning into your breasts. His lips seem to be wet now as if he has been licking them. You shake the carnal thought from your head. You try not to imagine the man's wet lips locked on your tender buds. You want to cry, want to run, but instead you stand there like a museum piece on display. You are brought back to reality as you feel your mother's hands move under your arms and touch your hips. The man nods and your mother grasps the ties that hold the white lacey panties to your hips. You feel her tug at each one and the bows comes undone. Your shame is almost more than you can bear, yet your body pulses with excitement as you feel the silky cloth begin to fall from your body. Instinctively you clasp your legs together as if you can catch them, but they just lodge between your thighs, dangling there, covering nothing. "Perfect," the man says as he stares at your 12 year old body, the stockings and shoes all you have left on now.
Looking up, you notice that the man is now standing and he begins to walk to you. His eyes are glowing as he comes within touching distance of you. His hands reach out and you close your eyes, expecting him to fondle your breasts but instead he takes hold of the cloth between your legs and gives it a tug. You flinch as it rakes across your tender thighs and your tender flower. You shiver in delight as it rakes against your privates and a feeling you have never experienced moves across you. It is a feeling that is strange, yet and taboo. You almost groan, but you know it is not allowed. "Come with me," the man says, his voice now that of authority. You mother steps back and sits back in the chair. You are led to the examining table. "Get up there," he orders you. Before you can move, he spins your direction, grabs hold of your slender hips and sets you on cold, soft leather.
"Lay back," he barks and you obey, not sure why you are not protesting. It is more than your young mind could have imagined, almost naked with a strange man and your mother. If you didn't want to belong to the club so bad, you would have run out the door screaming and clawing. Instead, you do as you are commanded and lay back, leaving your feet dangling over the edge. Taking hold of the calves of your legs, he grasps them and lays them up on the table.
"She is maturing quite nicely," he informs your mother as his finger touches the top of your shoulder. Like a zombie, your mother just nods, a look of total submission in her eyes. The man's finger moves down your arm and goes all the way to your hand and then he moves it back up again. Your body is now covered with goose bumps and you tremble at his touch. You want to run, you want to scream, but mostly, you want him to continue.
Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath as you feel his fingers now move from your shoulder to the top of your chest. Your nipples are hard and your body is experiencing things you never imagined. What seemed wrong a few days ago now seems so right. Your still developing chest heaves heavily as you feel his fingers trace down across your breast. You want him to touch you. You want to feel a man's hand grasp your breast. You stifle a moan as he moves past your nipple, disappointed because he did not stop there.
You open your eyes and look at your mother. She is now staring at you much like the stranger was as she sets there and watches. The man moves his hand from your body and you turn your head and look at his face. You were right, he was and is licking his lips! "So perfect," he says as he moves his face close to you. "So tiny and perfect," he repeats and then you feel his hand touch your thighs. Your eyes are open wide now as you feel his hand squeezing the tender flesh, just inches from your private area. You shiver as he touches you, tracing little circles on your tender flesh.
"This will have to go sweetie," he says as he moves his hand in a large circle around your pubic area. You tremble and your goose bumps seem to have goose bumps as he moves closer and closer. Your eyes close in anticipation and then you feel it. You gasp out loud, even though you know it's not allowed. He gently brushes his hand across your newly developed crop of pubic hair. You gasp and move your head toward his as he takes his large hand and completely covers your pubic area. You open your mouth and want to cry out in pleasure, but you are stopped as his mouth covers yours. Although you are 12, a boy has never kissed you, let alone a man and your lips are hungry for the attention. In your innocent and inexperienced way, you attempt to kiss him back. It is a little girl's rendition of a kiss but it is all you know how to do.
The man's fingers dig into your virgin pubic area and you instinctively tighten your legs around his hand, as if to keep it safe from harm. It does no good though, because as you are tightening them, you feel him push his tongue deeply into your mouth. You jerk, not expecting the sensation you momentarily let your guard down and your legs open. Taking the opportunity, you again experience a new sensation as his hand slides between your legs and he begins to rub at your tender slit. His hand feels firm and good as it explores your previously untouched territory. You groan into his mouth and then feel only disappointment as he removes his tongue from your mouth and his hand from your crotch. "Yes," he says as he looks at you, "this will definitely have to go.
The look of lust is suddenly gone from his eyes as he walks over to the cabinet above the sink. He reaches for something and you try to see what it is. It is a needle and a small vial of liquid. The man inserts the needle in the liquid, pulls some out. He turns to you and smiles as he holds the syringe upside down and squirts a little into the air. "This will help you relax a bit," he tells you as he moves close to you.
Your mother is still staring, looking as the man moves to you. You want her to cry out for him to stop but you know that she will not. She wants you to belong as bad as you want to. You know what is coming so you close your eyes and wait. You can hear him breathe in the stillness of the room and you wait for the sting. His hand is now under your hip and he rolls you over and he puts his hand on your buttocks. "This will burn a bit," he informs you, "but you will feel better afterwards." Your eyes shut tightly, waiting for him to do it and then it happens. The fleshy part of your butt is on fire as the needle pierces the skin and your flesh is injected with who knows what. As quickly as the pain begins, it is over and you experience an immediate sensation of total relaxation.
"We will begin now," he says as he rolls you back over. Your senses are still alert and you are aware of your surroundings but at this point in time, you don't care. The seriousness of the moment is quickly gone and you relax from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet. Your eyes follow the man as he walks back to the cabinet and takes out a small box. Your mother gets up and walks toward the table and is now blocking your view from him. You try to move but she just pushes back on your shoulder and shakes her head.
The water is running now and you can see the steam come up from behind your mom. Your mind tries to piece together the puzzle but you are not able to do it. You hear him shut the water off and then you can hear him moving toward you.
Mom is smiling at you. You smile back at her. Her eyes tell you it will be fine as the man moves to the foot of the table. A tear of not knowing is moving down your cheek and your mom takes a tender finger and wipes it from your cheek. You relax as your mother slides her finger across your face.
"Relax my dear, it will be over in a minute," you hear him say as he takes hold of your feet and pulls you toward the end of the bench. Your head begins to spin as you feel yourself moving down, as if in slow motion. Whatever it was in the needle, now has taken over your body and you feel like you are on fire.
Now his hands take your feet, one at a time and he puts them in a set of stirrups on each side of the bench. Your legs slam together as you try to protect your virtue. Your mother shakes her head, the look in her eye giving you the message loud and clear. Opening your legs, you close your eyes and your mother moves to the head of the bench and you feel her begin to massage your muscles.
The sound jerks you from your semi-conscious state. It is a buzzing sound. You turn your head to the man between your legs and you realize that he has got a pair of electric shears. He smiles and you now know what he intends to do. You want to protest, you want to tell him that you have waited for so long to have hair there, but you say nothing, opting instead to follow the rules.
Your body jerks as the movement of the shears vibrates your skin. It is a wonderful, yet strange senastion. Your mother now moves her hands down and you look up at her. She is once again filled with that look as he hands move down and cup your breasts. This time you cannot help yourself. You start to moan yet you hear nothing. Nothing is coming out of your mouth. You cannot speak.
The vibration is stronger now as it moves across your tender pussy lips. Your body trembles as the sensation of the steel glides across your tender pubic hair. Oh how wonderful it feels. How great it feels you think to yourself as you feel yourself begin to shiver uncontrollably.
The sound stops and you know that this means that he has completed the job of shearing your pubic area. Your mother however is still squeezing your tender breasts. You shiver in pleasure as her knowing fingers press into the sensitive flesh and she occasionally squeezes the nipples.
Again, the man's hand is between your legs, feeling your pubic area. "Can't have any nubs, can we dear," as he pulls a table with a small plastic tub on top of it. Placing his hand in the tub, he takes out a steaming hot wash cloth. "Just relax," he tells you as he places the hot rag on your freshly shorn pubic area. It is hot, yet it is soothing as he moves it around. He places the rag back in the water and takes a bar of some kind of lotion. He pours a little into his hand and rubs it around. He looks you in the eyes as he moves his hand and places the liquid between your legs.
You are now aware of what he is going to do as he massages your flesh. You want him to just continue to rub the lotion into your skin. Instead, he takes a razor into his hand. You can only see the top of his head as he sits down between your legs and places the razor onto your skin. So long to get hair there, you think to yourself as you feel it move down, removing the stubble, one stroke at a time. Your mother is still massaging your breasts, her fingers digging in as she watches the man shave what is left of your honey blonde thatch.
"Almost done," he says as you feel him spread your legs wide apart. You close your eyes tightly as the man shaves the very edge of your cunny, the bikini line and then he moves his hand to the opening of your vagina. You moan inwardly as his hands spread your pussy lips and he precisely gives the area around your opening a few gentle strokes. "Just a bit more," he says as you feel him move the stainless steel and takes one last swipe and then he places the razor back on the table.
The man is now standing between your feet. His hand begins to rub your newly shorn genitals. Expertly and gently, you feel his hand move between your legs and you lay there, unable to protest, feeling every touch of his and your mothers hands. You are going crazy as they fondle you. They are bringing you to new heights of sensations!
The you feel it. You feel the man's fingers spread your lips and then he puts his finger into your virgin cunny lips. Oh god this is more incredible than when you fingered yourself. He holds your tender flower wide and moves his finger up and down your opening, sliding up your pussy lips and then he touches something. This time you are able to let out a loud groan as he finds the tip of your clit. "Unnnggggghhhhh," you hear yourself groan, your pleasure growing by the second as he strokes it between his finger and thumb. "Ohhhhhhhhh," you moan as he strokes up and down on the little object. More than anything you want this feeling to continue forever.
"She's still a virgin," he informs your mother. You look up at her as she stares at the man stroking your pussy.
Mother nods and watches as he pushes his finger into your pussy and he touches your barrier. "Unnnnggggg," you hiss as his finger probes around and then it happens. Your hands grasp your mother's arms as he penetrates you. She squeezes your breasts hard and you wiggle against his finger. You feel a sting, a burning sensation between your legs. You want to cry out in protest as the man moves his finger past your hymen and into your pussy. Every nerve in your body is now on fire, tingling and burning with desire.
Now his finger moves faster into your pussy as he fingers deeper into you. Your body has never known a sensation such as this and as the pain is subsiding, your desire for release is growing. Now you spread your legs wide, wanting him to continue doing what he has started. Wanting him to push deeper into you. Your hips begin to buck against his finger as it pushes into your virgin hole. "So fucking sweet," he says as his finger moves deeper and deeper into your baby hole and then total pleasure builds like a volcano ready to explode.
"Let it go," the man tells you as his finger slides effortlessly into your pussy. You feel his finger now massaging your tender bud again. It sends an electric jolt through your 12-year-old body and you press against it. You close your eyes and take one last deep breath. Your mother senses what is happening to you and she releases your breasts. Her hands are now on your shoulders, pressing down on them as if to restrain you. There is no need, you wouldn't leave now if you could. Like and the grand finale at a fourth of July celebration, you stiffen and arch your back, your body begins to explode. Your mother continues to hold onto your shoulders as you climax onto the man's penetrating finger. Your crotch presses hard against his hand as you grind into his fingers. You try to impale yourself deeper onto his digit and then again you groan. You thrash around as you contract around his finger. Your body quivers and you stiffen one last time and you feel your hips fall back onto the table. Much as it had started, it is over.
Your breathing is coming out in quick short bursts. Your mother smiles down on you as she gently releases your shoulders and walks back take her seat. You want to thank the man, thank your mother for the intense pleasure you have just experienced, but you still cannot speak. Once again you feel the prick of a needle into your tender buttocks. This time it does not sting. This time there is a feeling of total relaxation and release moves across you. Then you vaguely remember the man saying, "I think she's ready."
The Way - (Mf, Ff, Oral, Mast, Ped)
by DaddyJ