Initiation in Amgros Ch. 02

I awake staring straight into Michael's still sleeping face. At some point during the night he's rolled over and now we're facing each other, and his arm is draped over me. Anyone who's ever woken next to a naked lover on a bright morning will know how spiritual it can feel; I cuddle closer to his warm body and savour the moment.

Shortly afterwards he stirs, and his eyes open. Perhaps his brain has forgotten where he is but he stares disbelieving at me for a second, then smiles as he remembers. I can also feel a movement against my stomach, he's already getting hard again, although that can wait for later.

"Good morning Michael, take some time to enjoy this experience. We're both here, and there's no rush to be anywhere. Be aware of your nakedness, and my naked body next to you. Enjoy the sensation of your skin against my skin."

For several minutes we lie still, neither of us speaking, until finally I kiss his cheek and get up. He's to join me for breakfast where I can talk about the first full day of his initiation.

After eating we sit opposite each other. A short daily meditation is a key part of Amgros culture, so no instruction from me is required. As ever, the aim is to clear the mind from distraction before the day to follow. Although I know that Michael will never have meditated in front of a naked woman before, so it takes a little longer than might be expected before he indicates that he's ready.

"Today is all about you, Michael. Well, this whole ritual is about you, what I mean is that today we're going to focus on your pleasure. You'll learn about what really feels good for you, the pleasure centres within your own body. What you learn may surprise you! You can't begin to truly pleasure a partner's body until you truly understand your own body, and the best way of doing that is to practice on yourself, or submit to my guidance. Is that all understood?"

"Yes."

"Good. I'm going to run a bath, and then we're both going to climb in. The water isn't intended as part of any cleansing ritual, but it will help to heighten the sensations that you feel."

In the bath I settle in behind him, so that he's between my legs with his back to me. As with the bed this morning, I give him some time to enjoy the feeling of my now wet, naked form against his, then I take his right hand.

"The object of this exercise is to give you pleasure through your own touch. I'm going to guide you, but you can explore on your own if you feel the need. There's no goal beyond the enjoyment of your own touch, but it's possible that you may climax as a result of how you react. That's not a problem at all, just let it happen."

With his hand under mine, I start to steer it towards parts of his body that respond well to touch, and there are many! I place his hand and fingers delicately over his lips, his earlobes, his neck, stroking each one as delicately as I can. As I do, I explain that our whole bodies are more sexual than most people realise, that many individuals discover their own physical kinks over time, and that no kink is wrong if it harms no-one and brings pleasure to its owner.

Michael's breathing heavily as I'd encouraged, as I start to dance his fingers over areas we tend to think of when we talk about sex. Now we're exploring his thigh, and I notice that his free hand is rubbing his chest. With my own free hand I gently stroke at the tops of his buttocks which I can access; he won't be able to reach his back, so I tease him by brushing my nipples against his back and he gasps instinctively.

We are of course getting closer to the body's primary pleasure centres. I interlace my fingers with his and together we caress his balls gently. The warm water and his arousal has multiplied their sensitivity, and I also allow my little finger to lightly tickle his taint and the very edge of his anus. He's gasping again, and I know how turned on I am making him.

Following my instructions, he's allowed his free hand to continue its journey, and the palm now rests against the tip of his erect cock, which is visible above the water's surface. I move the other hand and wrap it around his shaft, not stroking, just holding.

"There, doesn't that feel good? Don't move, just focus on the feeling, enjoy the sensation. Lesson! Sex doesn't have to be just about the climax, the other steps have value too."

For fully five minutes we sit silent and still, Michael holding his throbbing cock in his hand, with mine over it. Finally it starts to soften a little, and the water has begun to turn cool, so we get out and towel each other off.

"How was that? Did you want to cum?"

"So badly!"

"Tell me how you feel right now."

"A little light headed. And weirdly exhilarated."

I laugh. "That'll be the endorphins! Well done Michael, you showed impressive self control for a candidate. Take an hour to think about what we've done, make some lunch from the kitchen, then meet me in the back bedroom. The one with the massage couch."

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"The afternoon is a continuation of this morning. All that's expected of you is that you lie back and relax, and allow me to stimulate and reveal the possibilities of your body. We won't have the water to heighten the senses, but the massage table allows me to explore you more easily. Let's spend a few minutes working on any knots you might have first, it's harder to let go if you're distracted."

While I work we talk easily, and Michael even has the confidence to direct me to a spot in his lower back where he has an ache. The conversation heads in different directions, though I'm conscious to keep it from straying too far from our purpose in being here. Fortunately the very act we're engaged in provides a way to steer the chat back to an area where I can offer some more teaching.

"Many cultures use massage as part of the ritual of sex. Tantric massage is sometimes a precursor to intercourse, or can be an end in itself."

"Does Amgros have elements of Tantra?"

"Excellent question. Yes and no. They have the concept of chakras, points of energy within the body. Amgros doesn't really conceive of ourselves in that way, but we do use some shared techniques during sex as a way of knowing ourselves. It's a different means to a similar end."

"I've read a little about Tantra. You're a bit like a Goddess."

"Ha, maybe?! I can't pretend to have enough knowledge about it to answer that. I don't use words like 'lingam' and 'yoni', but we should respect that they carry meaning for others. I do feel that too many cultures place emphasis on the 'meaning' of sex, taking the focus off the act itself, to the detriment of its enjoyment. Is the pleasure and connection it gives not enough of a meaning in itself? That's why divorce is almost unheard of in Amgros; once we've taught people that physical pleasure is an end, and that it's best achieved with the help of a long term partner who knows your body better than you do, where's the sense in splitting up?"

"You make it sound so simple. I'm going to need a long time to think that one through."

"We can discuss it later, for sure. We have another task first."

This is my moment to switch my focus. The next few minutes are to some extent a retread of our bath session, as I use my fingers to gently trace the parts of Michael's body that he may not have conceived of as sexual. He will likely find that some respond better than others, which is OK, but we should plant the seed in him that physical pleasure is not concentrated only in a small number of organs.

I ruffle his hair, stroke his neck, tickle his ears, squeeze his toes, all at an unhurried pace. From his face down position it's hard to gauge his reaction, but he offers no resistance when I push his feet outwards towards the edges of the table so that his backside is fully exposed to me. Now my hands move higher, gently grazing the backs and insides of his thighs where the skin is softer and more sensitive. I hear a murmur of appreciation as he quivers under my touch.

We're probably at least half an hour into the massage when I finally reach his buttocks. My grip is firmer now, as I knead and pull at the firm flesh to be found there. Gradually my hands move closer together towards the centre and unconsciously or not, Michael's hips rise very slightly to meet me. Very deliberately, I extend a middle finger and run it straight over his puckered anus; a pause of a few seconds, and then I do it again. The hips continue to rise, giving me assent, so I moisten the finger in my mouth and press it over his bud again, a little more forcefully this time. I do it again, and again. On the fourth attempt a small part of my fingertip enters him, and he lets out a small groan.

"Could you turn over please, Michael?"

When he's on his back there are more areas to explore. Again I trace lines over his lips, his neck, and take my time over the delicate skin that covers his chest; Michael is no athlete, so there's barely any muscle to cushion the strokes I am showering him with. When my position allows, he's looking hungrily at me now, staring at my breasts and my face. I know he wants to touch me, to reciprocate the pleasure I'm giving him, and he moves an arm to reach out, but I firmly place it back by his side.

"Sssh! Not now. Focus on you only."

My hands reach his cock, which is as hard as it was in the bath this morning. There's precum visible at the top, and as I bend to get a closer look it twitches with his excitement. At this point I am very turned on - seeing the results of your handiwork is a powerful aphrodisiac - but I push the thoughts to the back of my mind. My role here is to maximise the experience Michael has been promised, and so I place my fingers along his shaft, and against his balls, and blow cool air over the whole area.

Michael's response is to growl in frustration, and then at last I am giving him what he craves. I grasp him and feel his heat in my hand. A more experienced Amgrosian might have resisted my advances for longer, but my student is young and needs release, and I intuit that if I don't provide it, then he may choose to do it himself. So I masturbate him at a steady pace, using a light pressure to prolong the experience and whispering words of encouragement. My reward is to hear him cry out as his semen shoots from his cock, covering his front and reaching as far as his neck.

Climax achieved, Michael slumps back against the table. I know from the faraway look he wears that he'll need a moment to regain his full senses, and that it's quite likely that he's lost the feeling in his legs. I have a final task for him though; I scoop a little of the cum that's pooled on his chest, and hold it to his mouth, then speak softly:

"You've been learning about parts of you that you've never fully experienced; so you should taste this."

He licks at my fingers until they're clean.

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We rest until the late evening. Michael deserves time to process the events of the day, and even though he's young and fit, his body needs an opportunity to physically recover. He's definitely relaxing in my company though, and now seems at ease with sitting naked around me; all candidates reach that state (unbeknown to them, it's a precondition of their leaving) but he's got there quicker than most.

We use the time to discuss our first full day; I quiz him on aspects of his experience and allow him to ask questions of his own. Some of these lead to wider discussions of Amgros philosophies as I slip into my role of teacher, though I'm impressed by how willing he is to respectfully challenge me if he's not satisfied with an explanation. We also find time to drink a little more wine, eat a meal, and play a card game.

As it's getting late I suggest we go to bed, but if Michael's expecting us to fall asleep quickly, I have a surprise for him. The day is not quite over. I turn off the bedside light, cuddle into him, then in the still darkness place his hand on my buttock, and allow him to caress me there.

"Here's a small taster for what's to come. So far I've spent my time helping myself to parts of you, and you've done excellently, everything that I've asked of you; tomorrow you can start to return the pleasure as I know you've been wanting to. And I can't tell in this darkness if you're blushing or not."

"I think tomorrow sounds wonderful already."

"Michael, there's something I haven't asked you about today. I told you to relax and accept what was happening, but at any point, was there something you wished that I would do, that you didn't ask for? That you suppressed?"

"There were two."

"Go on."

"I wanted to kiss you for most of the day. To thank you for how I felt."

"And the other?"

"Well... when you got close to my cock at the end of the massage, I wanted you to take it in your mouth. But I was half-crazed by then."

"Ha! Well thank you for sharing, I'm glad that you did. I won't help you with the second right now, but I definitely think that we can kiss."

I lean into him, and our mouths find each other easily. He's hesitant again, not I think through shyness, but because he's not an experienced kisser. I slip my tongue between his lips, and then his tongue is in my mouth and we turn them slowly around and over each other. The darkness makes eye contact impossible, but there's no mistaking the passion he's feeling.

"Michael, I've changed my mind. I'm going to worship your cock right now. Lie back for me."

From between his legs, I lick unhurriedly up and down the length of his shaft, letting him savour the moment. When I lift his cock and take him into my warm mouth, he grunts, then I feel his hands cradling either side of my head, as if for reassurance. But he trusts enough to let me control the pace, and so I use all my experience to maximise his pleasure, now speeding up, now slowing down, now taking him deeper, and all the while swirling my tongue and enjoying his taste.

I know when he's about to cum, but I ignore his protests. Not for the first time today he cries out, and then he's ejaculating and the sweet, salty flavour of his semen is filling my mouth, and escaping out the side and down my chin when I can't swallow quickly enough. Michael doesn't know it, but it's the first time I've given oral sex to a candidate at the end of a first full day, and I'm glad that I did.

We both sleep soundly.