YOUTH HOUSE
by Uther Pendragon
anon584c@nyx.net
This material is Copyright, 2003, Uther Pendragon. All
rights reserved. I specifically grant the right for all
reproduction necessary for normal Usenet propagation. I
specifically grant the right of downloading and keeping ONE
electronic copy for your personal reading so long as this notice
is included. Reposting requires previous permission.
Most of my other stories can be found at:
/~Uther_Pendragon
If you have any comments or requests, please E-mail them to
me at anon584c@nyx.net.
If you save erotic stories and you prefer that other
household members not be exposed to them, I recommend that you
use a file zipped with the PKZip option -spassword. (Where the
password that you choose would, presumably, not be "password.")
This still leaves the titles of the files and the fact that they
are encrypted open to anybody.
All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as
public figures in the background, are figments of my imagination
and any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly
coincidental.
# # # #
YOUTH HOUSE
by Uther Pendragon
anon584c@nyx.net
Even after Kawa had stopped bleeding, Mother kept her in the hut.
Finally, a group of women led her to the women's bathing pool as
if she didn't know the way. There, she removed the wad of dry
grass from her place; it didn't have any blood on it at all. She
buried it on the bank. When she came out of the pool, Mother
gave her a new skirt and reminded her that she must never remove
it except in her own home or at the bathing pool. No more dips
in the sea for her. She had known all that for years, but
listened politely; women do.
That night was her menstrual feast, but people paid more
attention to Father and Mother. That was all right; what she
really had been looking forward to was entry into the youth
house. She walked in the next morning and looked around. Except
for being built on the ground with a fire pit actually inside, it
wasn't all that special in daylight.
It wasn't all that special that evening, either. The moon was
bright; the men and boys were going sea fishing, and the few
people in the youth house were all young men gathering their
spears. The next night was another feast. She usually looked
forward to those, but she'd still not seen a party in the youth
house.
The next night there was one. The fire pit was piled with
driftwood, the young single people gathered in the house after
dinner, and the dance began. The dances were all ones she knew,
and nobody commented when she joined the girls' line. Aside from
the smoke, the first hour of dancing passed like a dance on the
beach, the girls in a line with their backs to the fire, and the
boys in another line facing them. Occasionally, one or another
would step forward and try to perform a fancier step.
As time went on, however, there were more solo dancers; they
seemed to pair up, and Kawa was not impressed with their steps.
When the beat changed into a simpler one, an older girl took
Kawa's hand and led her out of the line. It was Itong, a cousin
on her mother's side.
Selan left the boys' line at the same time, and Itong delivered
Kawa into his hands. "Was I that bad a dancer?" Kawa asked with
a blush.
"Not at all. Sit here and watch." The lines were almost
breaking up, although the clapping went on as always. Some came
out to sit on the floor as she had; a few more advanced into
soloist positions. The dance was even simpler; she could
certainly have alternated feet and shaken her hips in time to
that beat. Then one girl removed her skirt; the boy in front of
her removed his loin cloth.
Kawa had seen naked men often enough; nobody wore clothes into
the sea. And she'd giggled at boys whose boy-sticks had made
their loincloths stick out. But she had only guessed what that
erection looked like. Now she saw one bobbing up and down and
shaking from side to side. And the naked girl in front of him
was rolling her hips towards him and back.
She'd seen many flirtatious dances, but nothing like this was
done in front of everybody on the beach. When she could pull her
eyes away, she saw that other couples were dancing naked for each
other. Finally, one of the girls led her partner out of the
line. Others followed, and Kawa saw motions in the dimness. She
didn't know where to hide her eyes.
"Don't worry," Selan whispered. "You're one of us. You can't
tell what you see, but you are allowed to see everything." He
cupped her tiny breast with his hand, and watched over her
shoulder.
She couldn't quite see the faces of the nearest couple; they were
directly between her and the firelight. The boy knelt down, his
erection outlined as clearly as his profile. The girl squatted
on his thighs and then lay back. Kawa suddenly recognized her as
Molung, a girl from the other side of the village. The boy put
one hand on her breast, somewhat like Selan had done to
her--although Molung's breast was larger than the hand. His
other hand was between her legs. Someone began clapping again, a
slow and simple rhythm. Kawa joined in without taking her eyes
off the couple.
They stayed in that position for some minutes, and then--without
either saying a word--the boy bent down over Molung. He raised
her hips a little from his thighs and then straightened up.
Molung's hands were between them, and Kawa had no doubt where the
man-stick had gone.
Her own place was itchy just from watching, and she couldn't
guess what Molung was feeling in hers. As she watched from a few
feet away, the boy moved back and forth, almost as he had done in
the dance. Selan's man-stick was pressing against her, feeling
much larger than the boy's looked. Kawa was afraid for a moment
that he wanted to put it in her, but he just held her and watched
with her.
At first, she could see Molung's hair as darkness around which
the firelight glinted off her skin. Gradually, though, she
raised her legs and wrapped them around the boy. Not long after,
Kawa heard both of them gasping in time with their motion.
Similar sounds came from around her, accompanied by a few moans.
Kawa had heard gasps in her own house often enough, but--even
when she had peeked--all that she could see from Mother and
Father were some vague motions in the darkness.
Then the boy grunted and thrust harder. Molung kicked her feet
in the air. Then the couple came to a rest in the same position
in which they had started. She heard grunts and gasps from
around the house, but they seemed fewer.
"Thank you, Selan," Itong said from the darkness behind her. She
blushed over what she had seen and what Itong knew she had seen.
But that wasn't interesting Selan and Itong. He let go of Kawa
and moved back as he sat up. Itong removed her skirt as he
removed his loincloth. His man-stick, if not quite as large as
it had seemed pressed against her, was larger than the boy's.
The way he was sitting, Kawa could see it directly between his
legs.
"I'm always ready to please you," Selan said. Itong stood with
her back towards Kawa and her legs on either side of his. These
were not silhouetted against the fire. The light was on them,
and someone threw another two pieces of driftwood on the fire.
From her position, Kawa could see up between Itong's legs. Her
lower lips were prominent and parted slightly. Selan must have
had an even better view. He ran his hand up her thigh until he
reached those lips. Kawa could see him fingering them, petting
them, parting them. She could see them becoming shinier in the
firelight, as if they were covered by sweat.
Finally, Itong sat down in Selan's lap. She reached for his
man-stick and guided it within the lips that Selan was still
holding open. Kawa couldn't quite see the lips when the two
lovers were joined, but she could still see the root of Selan's
man-stick and the sack underneath. Every time that the couple
rolled away from her, the man-stick came out part way, and she
could see that it was shinier yet.
People took up the clapping again, all around the room, a very
simple slow beat. The couple seemed to move in time with that
clapping. Selan fell back until he was lying down, and Itong
moved up and down over him. She sat up very straight and
shuddered as she lost the beat. A moment later, Selan bucked
upward raising them both off the floor. He grunted, moved in
that impossible position, and then collapsed. Itong fell on top
of him, and Kawa could see his man-stick clearly in her place,
and then see it come out.
Some of the youths made their way home after the fire died down.
Kawa wasn't going to be one of them; far too long had she looked
forward to the right to stay in the youth house.
Gradually she got used to that right. She'd drop in to see what
was happening several times a day, or duck inside to escape the
new duties flooding in on her. A few days after her first night
in the house, she ducked inside to find a group of boys who had
stolen some palm liquor; bad boys were always doing that. They
offered her a cup, and she drank it. She started to feel strange
and ducked out. Several girls had suggested that it was a bad
idea to be the only girl with a group of boys.
Once she arrived to find two young boys peeking in the door.
Almost sure that they were too young to be allowed inside, she
challenged them. "What do you know anyway?" one asked. "You're
not any older than we are." But an older boy came along just
then to twist two ears. The young ones scampered off. This
became the subject of conversation that night.
"Mutchin is way too young," one of the older girls said. "He's
just his brother's shadow. But why not Popoli. The young girls
were teasing him the other day about the bulge in his loincloth.
It was a decent size, and he seems to be like that all the time
now."
"I think that Topal is older," another said. "He's certainly a
bit taller. If we let a boy in, it should be Topal." Many
chimed in about which was older, without any decision being
reached.
"We have other business first," one of the oldest boys finally
contributed. Several of the older girls chimed in agreement.
Everyone could speak; most did. But the older youths carried the
day. And the oldest girls counted more heavily than the boys
their own age, since the women as old as the oldest boys were
married and out of the youth house.
There were usually more boys than girls, because of this and
because some girls were kept at home with duties or their blood.
Boys drummed for the dances, boys dropped out of their line and
clapped the beat, and there was always a boy to hold Kawa if she
wanted that. Most of those had some sort of relationship with
girls of Kawa's kindred.
The night after the discussion, Kawa stayed in the line until she
was exhausted. Those who planned to be dancing at the end made
sure that they had rest in the middle, but she needn't worry
about that. She left the girls' line and dropped near Luwil, one
of the oldest boys. He put one hand on her arm, and waited for
her response. She leaned back against him while she caught her
breath. For a while they just watched the dancers pair off or
drop out.
Then his hand trailed over her torso to find her nipple. She had
become used to this familiarity, and usually enjoyed it. Instead
of cupping her tiny breast, Luwil teased her nipple with his
fingers until it stiffened. This felt even better. By the time
the dancers were removing their garments, he had moved back and
forth from one nipple to another several times. The teasing made
the dances more exciting; the suggestive motions of the naked
dancers made her tickled nipples feel more erotic.
As one couple settled close to them, Luwil left the nipples alone
to stroke her leg. At first she missed the tickles, but soon his
touch on her inner thigh was just as exciting. He lifted her
skirt as his hand went higher. She worried that people might see
between her legs, but she realized that no one would look while
naked bodies coupled among them. The girl in front of them had
tired of the boy's teasing. She grasped his man-stick and
settled herself on it. As she did this, Luwil's hand reached the
top of Kawa's thigh. Rather than stopping, it continued to her
place. She stiffened. His hand stopped when she did, but it did
not retreat.
The couple in front of them were moving more rapidly now, and she
could hear their gasps separately from those of other couples in
the room. She could feel Luwil's breath on her neck. Nothing
would happen, dozens would punish any attempt at rape. As she
relaxed, his hand moved again. The fingers which had teased her
nipples did the same to her outer lips. It was even more
exciting, or was that excitement due to the moan that she heard
from somewhere in the darkness behind her? Now Luwil's finger
had found the entrance to her place and was rubbing around that
area. When the girl in front of her stiffened in satisfaction,
Luwil rubbed upward in her slit. It was as if she'd been hit by
a lightning bolt.
She stiffened almost as much as the girl had. Then Luwil removed
his finger and pressed her back against him. She felt the
hardness of his man-stick press against her back. They lay like
that until the couple separated and lay down together. Then
Luwil moved back a few feet and lay down apart from her.
The day after that experience, Kawa felt tender down there and
queasy in her stomach. She blamed Luwil a little and stayed home
from the youth house that night. The next day, however, her
blood came again. It hadn't been Luwil's fault after all, and
her experience with him had been exciting. When she was clean
again, she went back with a new hunger.
She'd always been aware that most of the couples went into the
shadows near the walls. Some even dropped out of the dance
separately and fully dressed, and then met at the edges.
Watching those seemed less polite, and certainly less
instructive, than watching the couples near the light of the
fire. That night, however, there was enough sound from one
corner to draw the attention of everyone who wasn't totally
engaged right then.
Itong, it finally became clear, had found Sedan making love to
another girl, Pindropol by name. A boy was angry, too, but Kawa
didn't recognize his voice. Most of the youths went home that
night instead of staying. The next day, sides were forming.
Kawa was grateful for Sedan's gentleness that first night, but
she had to side with Itong, her relative.
By the time that the quarrel was old, several boys had held Kawa
under her skirt. Luwil had done so twice more, more excitingly
than the other boys. One night, there was a large supply of palm
liquor that some boys had stolen. Kawa got a sip during the
dance and another sip after dropping out. Soon the only girl in
the dance was Aluan, whose menstruation feast had been the one
before Kawa's. One boy brought Aluan a cup of the palm liquor,
much more than Kawa had received. She danced more fiercely after
the drink. Soon boys began dropping out, some because other
youths urged them.
Luwil was one of the six boys still in the dance. He removed his
loincloth, and Kawa could see his hard man-stick bouncing up and
down. The others followed suit. They were dancing in a circle
around Aluan. She danced against their beat, a complex solo.
Then each of them held out a ball of betel. Aluan chose the ball
held by Kalowin, a tall boy with smooth skin. The other boys
formed a circle around the two of them as she chewed the betel
while still dancing. Another cup of the palm liquor was passed
to Kalowin, who held it so Aluan could drink. Finally, he
removed her skirt.
She put her hand in his and followed him to a low wooden platform
made from a split and smoothed log. The other dancers dropped
out of the line, and Luwil moved behind Kawa. He turned her
until they had a good view of the platform. She was sitting on
her heels, with Luwil squatting right behind her.
Kalowin bent over and whispered in Aluan's ear, then held her
against him as his hands roved over her. As they did, Luwil's
hands were all over Kawa as well. Only one drum was playing, a
monotonous slow beat; hands took up that beat, and Kawa joined
in. The couple stood like that until Kalowin whispered in
Aluan's ear once more. Then he called "Hands."
Two girls stepped forward, and each took one of Aluan's hands.
They walked her backwards until she was sitting on the very edge
of the log. The drum beat sped slightly. Kalowin knelt between
Aluan's legs and began licking and sucking at her nipples. His
hand went between her legs. Slowly, the girls holding her hands
eased Aluan back on the log. Kalowin leaned forwards, keeping
his mouth on her tiny breasts. The drum was pounding louder and
more slowly, and they were all clapping along. Kalowin
straightened slowly, his head coming away from Aluan and his
loins moving forward between her legs. His man-stick must have
been touching her by now.
The drum stopped so suddenly that Kawa clapped once by herself.
Almost as if that clap were a signal, Kalowin pressed forwards.
He stopped when his groin was pressed into Aluan's. He was
looking straight at her face, and his hands started rubbing over
her nipples. The girl holding her right hand whispered in her
ear. Aluan nodded, and the boy began to move back and forth.
The drum resumed, and the clapping with it.
Luwil wasn't clapping, though. One of his hands played with her
nipples. They were sticking out straight and were harder than
they ever got in the coldest water. His other hand had parted
her skirt from behind and was tickling her place.
He leaned over and whispered in her ear: "Spread your legs
apart."
She was afraid that people would see, then she realized that all
eyes were on the drama being acted out on the split log. She
wiggled until her feet were beside her hips, and her knees were
well apart. He teased her place and passed one finger between
her lips. She enjoyed those sensations while she turned her eyes
back to the log.
Aluan had raised her legs to encircle Kalowin's waist. Now, as
he moved back, Kawa could just see his man-stick stretching
between the two of them. Then his hips would move forwards, and
the sleekness would press into Aluan. He moved with the beat,
and Aluan did too, if only very slightly.
Luwil's finger also moved in time with the drum. It traced the
outlines of the lips around her place, forward at one beat,
backward at the next. Kawa moved against the stroke, hardly able
to keep her own motions as slow.
Suddenly, Kalowin was moving much faster than the beat. He
slammed into Aluan each time, and she arched upward in time with
him, rather than the drum.
When Luwil's finger stroked along the center of her place, the
thrill made Kawa forget the beat entirely. Luwil pulled her back
against his chest to hold her upright while her belly flamed and
her place tried to grab his still-stroking finger.
When she could spare a little attention for the central couple
again, Kalowin was sprawled forwards with his face on Aluan's
belly. The girls who had been holding Aluan's hands pulled him
back until he could kneel on his own. They helped Aluan sit up,
and then stand. A third girl came forward with a cloth and wiped
between Aluan's legs. They all went off into the darkness with
her.
Luwil removed his hand from between Kawa's legs. He blew across
the back of her neck, making her shiver as if a ghost had gone
by. She straightened a little, and he eased his hold. A moment
later, they were two separate parts of the audience. He was
sitting farther from where she was kneeling than another girl
would have at a feast.
When the last of the palm liquor came around, he said something
to the bearers. They brought Kawa another draft. She hardly
needed it, though. Her head was already spinning from the
earlier experience. The next morning, she felt much less merry.
Some of the other youths looked equally dismal.
She felt well enough that evening to join the dance line again.
Again, she dropped out early. Aluan, she noticed, sat out the
whole dance -- and sat by herself. Kawa, on the other hand,
always had a young man with her. She dropped out later each
night, but she still didn't dance when anyone was naked. One
night, shortly after she dropped out and went to sit with Selan,
Aluan joined the dance. Nobody commented; nobody made a fuss;
but Kawa could tell that everybody noticed. Kalowin stepped
forward in front of Aluan, but she didn't step out. She did step
out when another boy, Wabe, danced in front of her.
One or two pairs were concerned with their own dances. But no
other pairs formed while those two were in the lines. After what
seemed like a long time to Kawa, Aluan removed her skirt. Wabe
removed his loincloth. They danced for a minute more, and then
they moved off into the shadows. The clapping became much
louder; other couples moved off; other boys moved in front of
their line, other girls in front of theirs. Kawa's eyes couldn't
see Wabe and Aluan, but her mind could picture perfectly what
they were doing. She found that, oddly enough, that picturing
made her more excited than direct views of other couples had made
her.
These days, Kawa got her choice of the older boys to sit out with
her. She realized that they were trying to impress her so she
would select them when it was her time to be the center of
attention like Aluan had been. She wasn't sure she was ready for
that, but their interest flattered her. People weren't
interested in impressing Kawa very often.
One night, Topal came to the youth house. "Go away," one of the
girls said.
"No, wait," another said. There was much discussion back and
forth. Topal, who was embarrassed -- but also pleased -- to have
the older boys and girls talking about him, finally joined the
group. There was dancing that night, but no pairs formed.
The next night, Itong stood in front of Topal while he was
dancing. He moved out of the line and did a fancy step. Itong
did only the basic dance, but she removed her skirt. You could
see Topal's boy stick push out the front of his loincloth. One
of the other boys whispered something to him, and he removed his
loincloth. Both of them danced a little more, and you could see
Topal's boy stick bounce up and down with his steps. Itong held
out her hand, and Topal took it. She led him to the log
platform. Topal sat down, and then leaned back. All the drums
but one fell silent. That one beat very slowly.
Itong stood over him, squatted right above his middle. She held
his boy stick while she lowered herself upon it. Topal stiffened
under her and groaned. A moment later, he relaxed and lay
breathing heavily on the platform. The drum quickened and others
joined in. Kawa looked forward to what she would see the next
night, but she bled that morning. She not only missed whatever
happened in the youth house, but the menstrual feast for a girl
from the other side of the village.
"Look who's here," Selan called out when she returned. Kawa hid
her face. She wasn't used to people making a fuss over her,
especially males older than she was. While it embarrassed her,
it also pleased her.
Early that evening, she came forward from the line to dance a
solo more intricate than was usual in the youth house. When she
dropped out breathing heavily, Luwil dropped out of the boys'
line too. He squatted down next to her. "That was a fine
dance," he said. She hid her face again. He said nothing more,
but sat next to her watching the dancing.
When she had recovered her energy, the first few couples were
forming. She didn't want to rejoin the line when they were doing
that. When the first boy removed his loincloth, she expected
Luwil to go back to the boys' line. Instead, he moved closer to
her. While she and he watched the pairs, while everyone who
wasn't pairing off watched the pairs, Luwil's hands were on her
and his voice was whispering in her ear.
When the single drum started on its monotonous beat, he suggested
that she kneel instead of sitting. When she squatted on her
heels, his right hand parted the grass of her skirt. While his
left hand stroked her breasts, while his breath tickled her ear,
his right hand found its way to her place.
One couple was so close that Kawa could have touched them by
sprawling forward without moving her feet. At first, the girl --
Masina, a cousin on her father's side -- lay back while the boy
-- Bischu, almost a man, really -- sucked on her breast like a
great baby. His hand was busy between her legs, too. Probably he
was stroking Masina's place as Luwil was stroking Kawa's.
Suddenly, or it seemed sudden to Kawa, Bischu knelt between
Masina's legs. She raised her knees and spread them apart. He
moved between them. Kawa couldn't tell whether the heat she was
feeling in her place was from Luwil's fingers or from her
sympathy for what Masina was feeling. The drum was all alone,
beating slowly. Bischu moved in and out of Masina in time to
that beat; Luwil's fingers moved across Kawa's place at that same
agonizingly slow pace.
Bischu sped up at the end, but Luwil didn't. Kawa threw herself
back against Luwil as a flame consumed her. It was as if the
fire pit had been dug in her belly. When she next noticed the
pair in font of her, Bischu was getting up from lying over
Masina. His man stick was all shiny in the firelight.
"May I go now?" Luwil whispered in her ear. "Will you be all
right?"
All right? She had never felt this good before. She nodded, and
Luwil got up. She couldn't see where he went. He disappeared
into the shadows, probably with Namu, his regular friend. Kawa
couldn't complain; it was kind of her to let Luwil sit with Kawa.
And she wasn't ready to disappear into the shadows with him. Or
was she? If Luwil's hands could make her feel this good, what
would his man stick do?
A few evenings later, somebody had stolen palm liquor again.
Early in the evening, Itong danced right behind her and said
"drop out now" in a voice that only Kawa could hear. She was a
little disturbed, but Itong was senior. She sat beside Luwil.
Maybe he would use his hands on her again.
He didn't touch her, though. When a boy came along carrying the
palm liquor, Luwil told him to give Kawa a drink. He did, a
healthy swig. Luwil stopped another boy with the same
directions. This was more than Kawa had ever drunk in a single
evening, but Luwil did it again. Then he got up and held a hand
out to her. "Time for you to rejoin the dance," he said.
She worried for a moment whether she could dance like this; she
had trouble even walking. But the beat was slowing. People
weren't displaying their fanciest steps. Just stepping up and
down and pushing her hips back and forth in time to the beat
seemed acceptable. Indeed, several boys began dancing in front
of her. Only then did Kawa figure out what was happening.
This was her night? She pushed her groin further forward at the
thought, and stamped with her feet further apart. The fierce
dancing first drove the liquor to her head, and then cleared it.
When a boy came up with another cup of the liquor, she danced
even more simply while draining it. Soon, she noticed that she
was the only girl still in the dance. The boys were no longer
facing her in a line; they were in a circle around her. One boy
took off his loin cloth, and so did the others.
Luwil was in the circle, of course. So were Bischu, Wabe,
Kalowin, and Selan. Luwil was a real temptation. And Selan had
been so knowing her first time in the youth house; this was
another first time, maybe she should trust it to him. And Aluan
had chosen Wabe; maybe she knew something Kawa didn't. But Kawa
had never sat with Wabe; he'd never made himself available. Why
choose him now? And Selan, while he'd been nice enough to Kawa,
had been really nasty to Itong. She hadn't decided yet when the
boys all held out balls of betel to her.
She chose Luwil's. She chewed it slowly while dancing the simple
step. She didn't need the betel right then, being already dizzy
from the dance, let alone the palm liquor. Luwil moved into the
center of the circle along with her. The other boys were dancing
around the two of them while they performed the simple step.
Not knowing anything else to do, she continued the dance. Luwil
got a full cup of palm liquor and held it to her lips. She
didn't need any more that evening, and this -- by itself -- was
more than she had drunk at any time before that night. Suddenly,
though, she did need the drink. She was thirsty, and she might
well need the forgetfulness that palm liquor notoriously brought.
She gulped it down, feeling its warmth spread through her dancing
legs.
She couldn't go further. She couldn't remove her skirt with all
these people watching her. But she didn't have to. Luwil
removed it for her. His man stick was jumping up and down in the
dance, sometimes hitting his flat belly, sometimes pointing
straight at Kawa.
After what seemed like a long time, while she grew more and more
embarrassed, Luwil took her hand and led her to the platform.
"Don't be embarrassed," he said. How could she help but be
embarrassed with all eyes upon her, what they would do was
embarrassing enough if they were to hide out in the shadows. But
he caressed her, his hands touching everywhere. "All the girls
looking on have gone through this, themselves," he whispered to
her. That was true.
When he took her hand, she followed him to the platform with
steady steps if not a steady heartbeat. Two girls came forward
to hold her hands and help her down as if she were a grandmother.
They kept hold of her hands, though, as Luwil squatted down in
front of her.
He was between her legs, and his hands were everywhere. He'd
touched her before, brought her great pleasure with his touch;
but, now, his hands never stayed on her place long enough to
bring that pleasure. He sucked at her breasts as if he was a
baby, but it didn't feel like he was a baby. It felt exciting,
as exciting as his hands felt on her place.
She was so excited that she took a moment to notice that he was
kneeling directly above her. She could see his man stick, and
she knew where it was headed. She wanted to cover herself, give
herself more time. The girls were still holding her hands,
though. She felt him against her place; his man stick was hot,
much hotter than his hands had been. The drum and the clapping
stopped suddenly.
Then he went in. She hadn't thought he would fit, but he did.
It didn't even hurt. She did feel full. And his motions rubbed
her in a new and interesting way. She accepted his motion, then
she moved against him to increase that sensation. The drum
started up again, and she and Luwil moved in time to it. It was
a different motion. Her feet were practically still; when they
did move, they merely waved in the air. Her hips were what
moved, and his. He was stroking within her, now -- rubbing her
place with his man stick every time he moved. And it felt good,
felt fulfilling. This was what she was meant to be doing with
all these new sensations.
Then he sped up. She tried to match his motions, but couldn't
quite. She felt his man stick pulse within her place. Suddenly,
he dropped on her. He was breathing heavily -- so was she. But
she wanted him to go on.
He didn't, though. After a little bit, he got up. As he moved
off her body, his man stick moved out of her place. She could
see it, looking as soft as if he'd come out of the sea -- and as
wet. The girls who had held her hands helped her up, and another
came forward with a cloth to wipe her place. It needed wiping.
Everything Luwil had shot into her was dripping out.
She went home that night, and didn't even go to the youth house
the next two days. The third day, though, she had to carry
Ombomb -- a tiny cousin -- most of the day. He was in the midst
of teething, terribly fretful. That evening she handed him to
Sono, another cousin who hadn't bled yet, and ducked into the
youth house. Sono wouldn't be allowed in, and Ombomb's parents
wouldn't try. She watched the dances for a while, but nobody sat
with her.
When she joined the line, people politely didn't pay her special
attention. She had missed this. She was enjoying the dancing
when Bischu started dancing in front of her. Why not? She came
forward and danced her best solo. He didn't take off his loin
cloth. Instead he held out his hand. She took it and followed
him toward the darkness away from the fire.
The End
Youth House
Uther Pendragon
anon584c@nyx.net
2003/04/28
Another story about a girl's first sexual experience is at:
berries.txt
"Berries"
This story is indexed at:
yl.txt
Young Love
The directory to all my stories can be found at:
index.txt