Initiation in Amgros Ch. 04

We awake early, limbs entangled. Briefly we roll apart, but soon we're wrapped around each other again, the electricity of the previous day still not entirely dissipated by the effects of sleep. Not a single word is spoken, but we're kissing with tongues, and then my hand is around his cock, and then he's rolling me onto my back and spreading my thighs with his knee so he can climb between them. I don't resist.

This morning's sex is very different to last night's. Last night was measured, respectful, eye contact; this morning is urgent, desperate, sweaty, driven by a need to cum as quickly as possible. He thrusts into me as I lay on my back, his face hidden somewhere over my shoulder, so I wrap my legs tightly around his, and hold on. We grind together, his pace accelerates, and then for the second time since we got into this bed he's ejaculating, his new semen joining the load he left inside me a few hours ago.

"Michael, I've spent much time showing you the body's pleasure centres and how to awaken them. But sometimes you just need to fuck."

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The rest of the day is less intense than those we've already completed. Michael's progress has been exceptional, so after our morning meditation, we spend the day on more cerebral aspects of sensuality, with discussions around infidelity, and Amgros theology among others. Even so, it's hard to dispel the tension between us; at one point while we are sat together on a sofa and he's reading a short text, I wonder why he is looking at me with surprise, before realising that my hand has placed itself on his scrotum, and I am absentmindedly fondling his balls. Hardly an example of the heightened body awareness that I have been preaching since his arrival!

There's a new dimension to our training today, which I reveal in the late afternoon. This evening we will be receiving a guest - James - who has been my partner since we committed fifteen years ago. I give Michael this information about an hour or so before his arrival, so he has time to consider it, but at this stage I opt not to disclose more.

When James enters the house I embrace him warmly, then introduce him to Michael and they shake hands. Before we can move on though, there's a detail we need to address.

"Michael, our visitor will need to be naked while he's here, just as we are. Why don't you help me undress him please?"

I doubt it's a request he expected, but the trust we have developed means he doesn't demur. James, who knows how this works, stands still with his arms by his sides. While I stand behind my partner to take off his jacket and start on his shirt, Michael removes his shoes, then begins to remove his trousers. I am subtly observing, and when the trousers are off he hesitates for just a moment, then slides James' pants down his legs, so that he is exposed just a few inches from Michael's face. He thanks us, and we all move through to the dining room.

Over dinner I am watching Michael closely, his reaction to this new introduction will impact on how the evening develops. While I'm sure he's wondering how this will play out, he is as outwardly polite as ever and that's good, but I can also see that he's taking in James' appearance. This is not unusual behaviour, young men in the outside world, and even young men who have not yet achieved adulthood in Amgros, tend to default to viewing others as rivals. Tonight's lesson is about challenging that attitude.

James is also an excellent subject for this lesson, because while we teach the beauty of all bodies, in conventional terms he's a handsome man. He's three inches taller than me, powerfully built, and has a flawless mixed race complexion. Also, while he's about to turn 40, there's not yet a hint of grey in his thick, cropped hair. And the thing that Michael will have seen when he undressed him - which is why I engineered it - is that he has a larger than average penis. We've spent much time focusing on other parts of the body, but perceptions developed early are hard to break. This will be a test of how much he has internalised the lessons of the last few days.

"So, Michael, I have no doubt you have questions about James being here. Is there anything that you want to ask?"

"I'm curious, certainly. What is the plan for the rest of the day?"

"We're all going to bed in a few minutes, the three of us. All of our rituals up until now have involved just the two of us. But Amgros celebrates the sexual act in all its forms; group sex can be a joyous thing when all partners are willing."

"OK. So James and I will both pleasure you?"

"Almost. Everyone pleasures everyone. There are no boundaries as to who does what to whom. I've invited James specifically for two reasons. Number One - you will know better than most candidates from your Bastina upbringing that we place a heavy importance on commitment to a single partner. So while we don't prohibit sex with multiple bodies, we would strongly encourage the presence of your partner as part of that. No secrets means no jealousy, and you can show those you've invited better than anyone how best to pleasure your partner. So James is always invited to initiation rituals as my partner. Typically a group gathering would have four or more taking part, but of course you are not yet committed."

"But you've been sleeping with me without him these last few days."

"That's true. It's what makes my role unique in our community, James and I have to make that sacrifice. Once I've stepped down in a few years we will revert out of choice to our cultural norms. But the community guidance is suspended for you until you achieve adulthood."

He nods thoughtfully as I continue:

"Reason Number Two. Sexuality is not binary. People talk about 'straight' or 'gay' or 'bi' but those labels don't really describe the spectrum of human desire. You can prefer to sleep with women and still be curious about the alternatives. Many people spend their whole lives wondering and not acting on their desires, tonight you have an opportunity to do so in a non-judgemental atmosphere. Neither of us will encourage you to do anything you're uncomfortable with, but we're also open to whatever you might want to suggest."

"I'll do my best."

"It's not an exam... go with whatever feels good, trust your instincts."

When we first move into the bedroom I am the centre of attention. Despite my reassuring words, Michael is initially hesitant about making physical contact with James, and James is experienced enough to know that too much early pressure may cause Michael to become defensive, so refrains from touching him.

I stand in the centre of the room, a man both behind and in front of me. I am kissing Michael, our tongues entwining as I wrap my arms around his neck and his hands sit on my hips. Meanwhile behind me, James nuzzles at my neck, one hand reaching around to cup a breast, and the other stroking at my thighs. The multiple sensations are exquisite, heightened further when I feel the touch of two warm erections, one against my stomach, and the other pressed between my buttocks and reaching my lower back. I moan appreciatively as a finger - whose? - slides easily into my wet cunt.

We move to the bed, and both partners continue to rain adoration down on me. Now I am on my back, my legs spread, with the two of them laid on either side. James is kissing me while his hand and fingers explore my thighs and then move upwards and inside of me. Our deep connection of fifteen years ensures that he can play me like an instrument if he chooses, but out of deference to our guest he doesn't yet bring me to orgasm. While I am thrashing on my back, Michael is licking and nuzzling at my breasts, and then he places a finger inside my mouth which I suck appreciatively.

James will penetrate me first. Our years together and understanding of each other's reactions mean that we have reached a point where we can make intercourse last for as long or as short as we desire. I need to see how Michael will react when he is no longer the primary focus for my passion, when he is the supporting cast, although he is able to supplement the action if he wants.

I deliberately choose the cow girl position, so that Michael can have a good view of my body. As I lower myself onto James' cock it feels like it's made of iron, and wet or not, it takes me a few seconds to push him all the way inside me. All the time, Michael is watching closely from a chair, excited by what he sees. Once we start to move our hips, I stare at him intently, never looking away, daring him to approach, to touch my breasts, or kiss me; but he opts to return my look, stroking his cock as he does.

The intensity within the room, my high state of arousal, and our need to include everyone ensures that this will not be a lengthy ride. I contract my pussy walls, and reading the signs James increases his pace, driving harder, until we're climaxing together, I'm crying out, and I feel lightheaded and euphoric as he spurts a big hot load inside me.

There are only a few seconds to enjoy the sensation, and then Michael is on his feet and is kissing me passionately while James is still inside me. Our exhibition has inflamed him, and the loving touch he has shown he already possesses is replaced by something more animal. Still, my own heightened senses mean I don't protest as he almost pulls me off James' cock and steers my head towards his own erection, his intentions clear. I wrap my lips around his shaft and suck vigorously, matching the urgency he feels. He grunts tersely, a purely masculine response.

While I've been attending to Michael, James has already begun to stroke himself and is growing harder again; in truth I doubt he's really gone soft at all. Michael can see him from his position on his knees at the foot of the bed, and watches James' cock as it swells and stiffens. I am still fellating Michael when I hear James' voice behind me:

"You can taste it if you like."

I stop my sucking, glance up and can see that Michael is looking into my eyes, gauging my reaction. Nothing is said, but an unspoken signal of encouragement is passed between us. I can almost see the competing emotions on his face, and then he turns and drops his head between James' legs. Just as he's seen me do it, he runs his tongue tentatively up and down James' shaft two or three times, then he picks it up and takes the head into his mouth. From my position, I can see his head bobbing up and down slowly.

My partner, who is always turned on by intimate talk, speaks to him softly:

"Tell us how it feels."

"I can taste your cum, and I can taste Sarah on you."

"Is it good?"

Michael doesn't answer, but resumes his sucking. James, aware of the moment's significance, does nothing to change the mood, but simply lies back and lets Michael set the pace, the pressure, to enjoy this new experience. I feel a wave of love for my partner, and move to kiss him deeply while his cock receives its treatment.

When Michael can take no more I reward him with more kisses, and cup his tight balls in my hand.

"Can we help you finish, baby? Do you want to take me from behind? We haven't done that together."

He nods, and I get on all fours while they both watch me. Michael's fingers are quickly inside me again, where my partner has so recently filled me with semen, and then James' are probing at my anus, and for a moment I wonder which hole will be chosen. The answer, it turns out, is neither.

"Actually... I'd like James to finish me over you. Over your backside."

Perfect. My student has shown that he can both give and receive pleasure from our guest. From my crouch I turn my head and watch as James takes Michael's cock in his hand and starts to masturbate him. His experience means he can draw the process out, delay the moment of climax, but Michael has been hard for so long that it's not going to last for any serious amount of time. I'm still watching as the white liquid shoots and I feel it land on my skin. It repeats two, three, four times, and then while James cradles a spent Michael delicately, I massage the cum all around my backside.

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Before James has to leave, we all take a shower together to cleanse ourselves of the sweat and fluids we have coated ourselves with. Back in the bedroom, James' second erection was never fulfilled, and so under the warm water, Michael and I place a hand each on his cock and stroke him until he ejaculates over our hands.

After we've dressed him and he's left the house, Michael and I lie together in bed, alone once more. We hold hands under the covers, staring at the ceiling, lost in reflections about what has just passed. There is little conversation, no debrief, just a knowing silence. I know that Michael is close to achieving adulthood, and at this moment there is almost nothing I can say that will add enlightenment to the events of the last few hours. Eventually I kiss him, turn out the light, and leave him with his thoughts.