I was honored when my boss, Cami, invited me to her daughter's initiation. I work at a small nature school, and have perhaps the best boss in the world. A pragmatic pagan with a tendency for earthy humor, she'd invited me to a few of her celebrations before - Equinoxes, Solstices, and one lovely Samhain - all of which had been fairly tame.
This one she simply said would: "Be a little different from the others, and we'd be extra happy if you came."
Cedar, her daughter, was my assistant in many of my classes, and I'd watched her grow over the years, from a child who had always been at home in the woods, and worked masterfully with fire, into a teenager who could teach these skills to others. Recently eighteen, she'd bloomed from a skinny girl into a fully formed woman, who I secretly thought had the best breasts of anyone I knew - still, bosses daughter, I considered her off limits.
I arrived to find the full pagan community there, though notably minus the children, we gathered, ate, talked, and watched as Cedar made us a fire. She was, unusually for her, wearing a dress - white and diaphanous, and I dare say a little see through. I couldn't keep my eyes off her as she knelt and struck flint on steel, blowing smoke into a coal that she coaxed into a fire. In the right light I could see the outline of her nipples and what had to be the shadow of her mound between her legs, I noticed other men looking too.
Finally Cami gathered us near the fire and spoke. She talked about her daughters previous initiations - the honoring of her first moon cycle, the severance as she began to step away from hearth and home. Cami explained that as the last step towards womanhood Cedar had to encounter masculinity and find her femininity in response. She talked about how normally this is done with one man, but that shapes only a part of the woman's feminine self. A girl must go through how many boyfriends to discover herself in response to each?
"I want to honor this exploration in another way," Cami said, and then moved and pulled the straps of Cedar's dress to the side allowing it to slip off her shoulders, over her breasts, to catch a moment at her hips before puddling at her feet. Cedar stepped out of it and then picking it up in her hands, she said, "This represents what I will never be again, I willingly give this up, " then flung it in the fire.
Then Cami put a blindfold around her daughter's eyes pulling it tight and checking to make sure she couldn't see, then the mother pulled her daughter up on a table which had been covered in pillows and blankets and sprinkled with rose petals. Cedar brought her legs apart and lay there, waiting.
"Come be god to my daughter's goddess," Cami intoned. Is she saying what I think she's saying? All of the men paused, I saw a few whispered conversations, and a few wives pushing their husbands forward. I decided to go for it. I walked right up and leaning over kissed Cedar's shoulder. Then I glanced at Cami who was smiling not frowning, so I kissed her neck, Cedar moaned and another glance showed that Cami was fine with this too, so I brought my lips down and kissed one of those perfect breasts. Cedar moaned again. Other men were coming forward too now, as the women circled around us and held hands, beginning to sing a light tuneless tone. Bolder than the rest I stepped between her legs and began kissing her thighs, up and down, drawing close and then teasing away. She had other men kissing her neck and breasts now, one simply running his hands through her hair, so I couldn't tell if her moans were me, or someone else or some combination of it all, but I was enjoying myself. I licked up and down the insides of her thighs and then blew hot on the wet skin. I breathed in the scent of her desire, imagining how many times I had imagined this.
Then I placed my lips over her vulva, softly separating her folds, my beard against her bush, licking. That moan was definitely me. I kept going, simply exploring, knowing that if this wasn't getting her anywhere she had lots of other stimulus to focus on. I saw other men licking her nipples, one moving in to kiss her lips. I stayed at her lower lips, savoring.
She tasted sour, like lemon meringue without the sweet, and I savored it as I licked. Her hips shifted, pushing against my face as I rubbed my lower lip up and down between her slit. She got wetter, and not just from my saliva. For a little while my whole life narrowed down to her vulva, and my mouth and how they fit each other. When I finally came up I saw a number of men had their cocks out, one had a drum out and was masturbating with one hand while drumming with the other. The women's song had turned a little wilder, and there were shouts in and amongst now.
I knew what I wanted. I unglued my lips and rose. My erection strained against my pants and I released it, letting it land on Cedar's belly between her legs. Gently I brought a finger around and under, slipping into her easily. She was tight, but also very very wet. I felt her body shiver around my finger. Her vagina pulsing around it, accustoming to it. I slipped in and out a few times and then added a second finger. She was so tight!
