Initiation in Amgros Ch. 03

"Today we're going to be a little more intense, less deliberate and more instinctive. There are still boundaries though and I'll make those clear at the outset for each exercise, we're not surrendering to animal lust yet! The goal is to reinforce the lessons of yesterday and then build on them. Is there anything you'd like to ask me before you begin?"

Michael gives a knowing smile: "Sarah, do you ever surrender to animal lust?"

"That's the first time you've used my name since you arrived. Good job! Connecting the body you desire to a person and who they are is so important. And to answer your question..." - I give my own knowing smile - "... what do you think?"

He digests my reply thoughtfully, then I continue.

"We'll be in the massage room again today. I'm going to massage you again, but this time I'll be using all of me. Yesterday we focused on the touch from fingers, but touch can come from other parts of the body too. We explored some unexpected pleasure centres, today we'll honour the primary ones. We're also going to embrace other senses like sound and smell, there are many different ways to trigger your arousal."

"This sounds amazing."

"It's meant to be! In some parts of the world, men - and sometimes women - pay a lot of money for an erotic massage. It also carries a stigma in many cultures, but when adults enter into one with full consent, it's an incredible experience for both. There's one further condition though; it's the same rules as yesterday, so don't try to touch me with your hands, however strong your desire. Just relax and concentrate on your own pleasure sensations."

The session begins as yesterday's did, with a few minutes of simple bodywork, designed to relax the recipient for what follows. I can't lie though, as I prod and pull at Michael in what's supposed to be a non-sexual manner, I'm already thinking ahead with a little thrill to what I know is likely to unfold today. For two days I've been focussed on his pleasure, and my own need for release is building. The dispassionate teacher in me recognises what's happening, but I can't and shouldn't ignore my urges forever, which are only amplified by the slow, low frequency music that's playing on a speaker, and the dimmed lights in the room, which are both intentional moves to charge the atmosphere. When I decide that he's ready I reach for some massage oil that I've been gently heating in the corner of the room.

"The oil we're about to use will allow me to glide over you more easily. Some also think that its musky aroma has aphrodisiac qualities. I don't know if that's true, but regardless I think its warmth and lubrication should have some interesting effects. How about we find out?"

I pour a liberal amount of warm oil over his shoulders, then I sit directly on his backside, my legs astride him, so he'll be able to feel the naked touch of my pelvis and thighs. As I work the oil into his skin and slowly down his back I'm deliberately rubbing myself against him, for his pleasure and mine. Yesterday I was looking to build trust and awaken him to new physical possibilities; today I want to appeal to his basest instincts.

When his back is fully oiled I move onto sliding my front up and down and all over his back. My nipples are growing hard with the excitement I feel, and I hear the first gasp as my pubic hair scratches roughly over the small of his back. I drop my head to breathe hotly into his ear and nibble at the lobe, then it's back to sliding over his back in an unrestrained manner. On one upstroke I place a finger to Michael's mouth and without instruction he sucks it greedily.

Next I kneel between his legs, pour more oil into my hands, and target his most tactile areas, his thighs and backside. The lubrication and warmth the oil provides makes this more than a repeat of our first massage session, providing extra stimulation for us both. This time when I press a finger against his bud, it slides in with minimal resistance. I move it inside him, and I feel the muscles of his back passage clench around me.

"Michael, baby, on all fours please."

The intimate tone is to prepare him for what follows. With better access, I place my hands on his hips and place my tongue deep in the crevice between his buttocks. Then I'm very deliberately licking up and down, rimming the most sensitive part of his whole body. He squirms and pants, but I don't let go, savouring the illicit taste and aroma. While I mustn't lose sight of my task, I am definitely allowing myself to attend to my own hungers too.

When Michael is finally permitted by me to turn over, I repeat the sliding treatment on his front, letting my breasts sit heavily on him as they cross his chest and stomach. I'm no longer caring to hide my own arousal now, and breathe hotly again into his ears at the top of each upstroke. His cock lies rock hard against his stomach, and I yearn to touch it, but not just yet, there are still lessons to impart. I've committed to offering him stimulation by way of different senses, and I know that his desire can be heightened still further. When a partner is highly aroused (and he definitely is), graphic descriptions can be very powerful.

"Michael, I want to touch your cock."

"Mmm! Please!"

"I want to touch your cock. I want to feel its hardness, feel its warmth in my hands. I want to cradle your balls, run my fingers over the tip, feel your precum, feel you twitch."

"Touch it! Please!"

I do, but not in the way he expects. If I use my hands on him now he will surely cum almost immediately, and there are still things I have planned. Instead, I sit between his legs and place my feet over his cock, then use my toes and arches on his shaft. The oil ensures they slide over him, never getting enough of a grip to trigger his climax, while he almost thrashes on his back.

There is no way I can responsibly leave the room without granting him release. When I judge he can't take much more, I mount the table from the other end so that my pelvis is directly over his face, and issue a sharp order:

"Look, but don't touch!"

My pussy is wet with my own excitement, and with his senses on high alert, my scent will inflame him further. In front of me is his erect cock, which has become so familiar to me these last two days. I stroke it three, four, five times and then once again he's cumming, all the excitement of the last hour erupting and gushing out of him, until he begs me to let him go.

"Jesus, Sarah! What are you doing to me? Fuck..."

I climb off, kiss his forehead and tell him to rest. This afternoon will be my turn.

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It's a relief to lie on my front at long last and feel Michael's hands moving over my hips. He's not an expert masseuse by any means, but after two days of directing the action between us, it feels good to surrender control.

I've explained that this afternoon will be a reversal of the morning; he will massage me with oil, and I will be the receiver. It's not quite a straight swap - I will offer correcting advice if I think it's necessary - but after being introduced to new concepts of pleasure with his body, it's time for him to attempt to apply them to another. The lucky recipient is me. The aim is to show mastery of the techniques he's learnt, and to read my body's responses to deliver the most sensual experience for me; what excited him this morning may not work on my body, we are different people. The only rule is that we will not have intercourse, but although it's left unspoken, there are no restrictions on him penetrating me in other ways if he chooses.

The experiences we've shared since Michael's arrival has improved his confidence greatly. On Day One, I've no doubt he'd have needed cajoling into progressing towards more intimate touches; now, he is respectful, but it's only a short while because his touch starts to soften, and experiment with the canvas that is my back. A single index finger trails gently down my spine, from just below my neck, to just above my backside. Hands run along my sides, finishing with a teasing brush of the sides of my breasts. Fingernails graze a sensitive spot just behind my ear. He really is an excellent student.

Once a generous helping of oil is applied to my back, things start to escalate. His technique is a little more hurried than mine, but then the tension of the last two days has delivered me to a lascivious state, and for all my teachings around mindfulness, I'm impatient to move to something more erotic. Perhaps picking up on this, it's only a short time before his hands have reached my backside, and he's kneading me firmly, his slick thumbs grazing the tops of my thighs. I open my legs wider to encourage him further, he correctly reads my intentions, and then for the very first time Michael's fingers are at the entrance of my cunt. I know I'm wet and that he could slide in easily if he wanted - I want him to - but instead he only teases, his middle finger tracing around my lips and then running right up my slit. Then he's using the same finger to do the same to my bud, circling the delicate skin around it.

He straddles me now, and just as I had done to him this morning, he slides his body over my back. Before long his cock is nestling between my buttocks, and I push back to get closer to its hardness. For a few seconds we dry hump, the palpable chemistry we share threatening to demolish the rules I've put in place, even if I am as culpable as him. For the first time I need to make an intervention, shift the focus.

"Spank me!"

"What?"

"It's what I need! Spank me!"

A few seconds while Michael dismounts from where he's been riding me, and then there's a 'thwack' and I feel a stinging sensation where he's slapped my ass. The sense of release is delicious.

"Again!"

Another slap rains down, and then a pause, and now two more, slaps on already sore skin. Fuck!

"Turn over, Sarah."

With the charge in the room, there's little pretence now that this is still a massage session. As soon as I'm settled on my back he's rubbing oil roughly into my breasts, now mashing them together, now tweaking my nipples, which are already as hard as they can be. His hands roam freely as he leans over from behind my head; I long to reach back and touch his cock, squeeze it, stroke it, but he never asks, and now I'm hamstrung by my own rules, like he is the teacher and I am the student.

And now he's between my legs and pushing them back to my chest, and I comply. His tongue is on my cunt, and then it's inside me, and then it's finding my clit which in this moment must be so big as to be unmissable. I try to ride his face, but he's strong enough to keep my legs in place, and now I'm so so close.

Abruptly he pulls back and inserts two fingers inside me. They move roughly forwards and backwards inside of me until finally it's too much, and my orgasm runs through my whole body. My cunt is on fire, my arms and legs tingle, my heart gallops, and I cry out loud enough that it could be heard through the whole building, if we weren't here alone in our intimate bubble.

There follows a perfect comedown. Michael stands beside me and holds my hand while I refocus. At first there's almost a look of concern on his face, then a smile as he realises that I'm going to be OK. I am more than OK, I am floating somewhere near the ceiling, and the descent back into my body is slow. Finally, he speaks:

"Hey."

"Hey. Wow. Thank you. Just incredible. I need some water."

While I drink, he sits and watches. He knows he's done well, but still:

"I kept waiting for further instruction. I thought you would guide me."

"You didn't need any, it was perfect."

"Have I passed?"

I laugh. "Michael, there isn't a woman in Amgros that wouldn't enjoy what you've just done for me. And that's coming from an expert. You didn't try to cum, why not?"

"I'm learning my own satisfaction is not always the goal."

"Perfect answer, well done. But we haven't finished with you yet. Which is fine by me."

"Me too."

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The evening is again a time for reflection, a pause after a day where the air between us has been thick with sexual charge. And it's still lingering; despite my efforts to lower the temperature, it's clear that there's a very strong magnetism between us. The adulthood ritual is designed to foster this feeling, we believe that sex shouldn't be impersonal, but the attraction is unusually powerful. I have the age and knowledge to recognise this, but for him, who will be looking for commitment with a different partner when this is over, this could be dangerous. I use our conversation to casually address the subject.

"Michael, what are your plans when you leave here?"

"The same as other Amgros males, I'll be looking for commitment. Most young men commit within a year or two of leaving here. I don't yet know why."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't imagine connecting with anyone like I have with you over the last 48 hours."

"But you said it yourself, most young men commit within a year or two. And we've already talked about how divorce in Amgros hardly exists. You don't think all those couples are unhappy do you?"

"No. I guess."

"Our time here is to teach you skills to pleasure and honour a partner. Our young women do the same. If you take what you've learned here, and your partner does the same, then you'll develop a deeper, more intense relationship, with all that brings, than I can offer you in a few days."

"You sound like an anxious mum! 'Find a nice girl and settle down.'"

"Ha! Listen... If I have any sort of gift, it's to show the young men who come here a glimpse of what awaits them. And they're not ungrateful, have you noticed how many baby girls have been called Sarah in Amgros in recent years?!? This doesn't mean nothing, of course it doesn't... but there's so much more."

"Will I see you again after I've left?"

"You'll see me around Amgros, just as you have before now. But I have a role to do this next 8 years or so, so I have to maintain a distance from my graduates. I turn down so many invitations! When it's someone else's turn to be High Priestess, that's when I'll spend some time catching up with you all."

We talk some more, Michael asks thoughtful questions about sex, about relationships, about Amgros, and I answer them as empathically as I can. These are the parts of the day when I should be less an object of desire, and more a wise oracle, and yet, and yet, and yet... We've crossed some sort of line today, the mutual attraction between us is undeniable, demonstrated in knowing glances and sentences which we finish together. Not for the first time since Michael arrived, I bring forward an event that I'd been planning to hold back for a day or two.

When we climb into bed, we don't turn out the light. I simply say, "Come here", and then we are kissing, and stroking, and exploring each other's bodies, retracing the lines that our fingers had followed earlier in the day. I play with his backside, he squeezes one of my breasts, and I no longer know how to list who does what to who because it all melts into one.

I climb on top of his virgin cock, because while we've already explored so many other possibilities for his pleasure, this will be his first time. I want him to remember that a caring partner was in control, and that he was able to submit to bliss without pressure to reciprocate. As I lower myself onto him, we share a wordless smile; I take the time to ensure he's fully inside me, and then my hips begin to move.

I ride him slowly, seeking to draw out the experience, and not to surrender to the more urgent impulses that gripped us this afternoon. Michael watches me intently as my breasts bounce lightly, and I put on a show for him by removing my hands from his shoulders and placing them behind my head. His cock is bumping against my clit, and I squeeze my muscles around him in response. His countermove is to place his hands around my buttocks, and he holds me as I ride, ride, ride. We talk softly, we laugh, we sigh.

It's several minutes before he starts to thrust a little more forcefully, and I help him by increasing my pace. His breath is heavier, and then there's noise as he starts to groan. I want to join him, so now I'm riding hard, and then my own climax is close, and just as it starts to erupt away from my pelvis and through my body his own is here, and even in my ecstasy I feel his warm semen flowing into me as he tenses from head to toe.

Afterwards we cuddle, my head on his chest. If this were an old film, he'd be smoking.

"Thank you, Sarah."

"You're more than welcome."

"I can't ever repay you for this."

"What's to repay? But we've time yet."