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Young doctor\'s experience with female initiation rites.

My pen shakes as I write these words my mind and body exhausted from what I have just witnessed my spirit exultant in discovering the pleasures never before imagined in my experiences. Despite my doctoral degree in anthropology nothing in my brief but fulfilling academic career or my studies in the Saru Islands prepared me for what just occurred. I know Professor Wilson was hesitant to send such a young woman to conduct these studies but an old man could never have unlocked or document the secrets that I have!

As I have described in this journal I was invited to attend the sacred ceremony for my young friend Malo to make her transition into womanhood. I am fascinated by the differences in how matters such as maturity and mating even sexual intercourse are dealt with by the people of these South Pacific islands. Although we westerners are burdened by polite society and rigid decorum there is no secrecy no avoidance of the subject no matter how young the children are. Matters are discussed among all male and female without shame. It was with great anticipation that I learned that I could attend and delighted when Malo asked me to accompany her in the place of honor! I wanted to see for myself this very important aspect of Saru culture and now would be assisting her in it!

The language barrier of course is difficult but I am learning more and more each day. On the day before the ceremony Malo told me that she was to visit the medicine woman s hut to begin the process of transformation and that I could accompany her. We climbed the steep hill passing other villagers who offered hearty congratulations to the girl and who remarked how they looked forward to the ceremony. Malo would smile shyly and look down. At this point I did not know what the ceremony was like but it seemed that the village was really looking forward to it!

We arrived at the hut of Perlei the respected medicine woman of the tribe. It was dark inside and smelled of fragrant herbs. The old woman took my hand and graciously invited me inside. Malo helped to explain to me what Perlei was saying. She told me what the ceremony entailed and how our visit today was for the medicine woman to make sure the girl was ready for the responsibilities that came with the transition to adulthood.

Malo was about to become a woman and could become a partner with any eligible male on the island. Although the Saru did pair off and establish a partnership sexual intercourse was not strictly restricted to those in partnerships it is not like marriage in the western world. The Saru were very uninhibited in these matters and believe that pleasure is an important facet of life. The ceremony was to initiate Malo into the realm of adult pleasure. I was a bit shocked to learn that Malo would have intercourse in front of the villagers with a holy man from another village whose job was to initiate young women in this ceremony. Was this the mythical virgin slayer in tales of yore? After the ceremony Malo would be allowed wear her dress with her breasts exposed signifying she was eligible for partnerships or just a sexual encounter if she wished.

The old woman began with an examination of Malo her physical attributes and readiness for womanhood. Malo slipped off her dress and stood before Perlei. Although the Saru do not formerly count or acknowledge their age in years such as other civilizations do Malo would certainly have been older than 18. Her breasts were large and firm with large dark brown areole. Her hips were wide and her skin so smooth. Perlei ran the palms of her hands over the arms hips and breasts grunting her approval.

At her request Malo lay on a mat on the floor. Perlei pushed her thighs aside and examined her almost hairless genitalia. Malo didn t seem embarrassed but slowly opened and closed her eyes and must have been experiencing the pleasant sensations coursing through her body.

I saw Perlei slowly stroking the top of Malo s vaginal area and watched the clitoris grow larger jutting through the fleshy labia. I moved closer to watch what was going on. Perlei dipped her fingers into a jar of an oily substance which smelled of hibiscus flower and begin to stroke the outside of the labia. Malo closed her eyes and arched her back opening her legs wider. Perlei softly told her that it was important that she feel the sensation that would be the climax of the ceremony the next night that she not be afraid and look forward to it. She would be torn somewhat when the man s penis entered her but the sensation would be so pleasant that she must not shy away from it. Looking at Malo I did not doubt that she would go through with it!

Perlei stroked the vaginal area until the lips because fuller and more turgid. Malo began to moan and thrust her hips towards the old woman s hand. Her vaginal opening oozed a slick liquid the smell mixing with the flowery aroma. I held my breath as Perlei took her thumb and began to massage the bulging clitoris. My own nether regions were throbbing watching this intimate interaction. Malo was panting in rapid shallow breaths her hips rising and falling rhythmically. Perlei took my hand and placed it on Malo s breast indicating that I should stroke the nipple. I reached over her and began to stroke both of her nipples feeling them harden beneath my fingertips. Malo trembled and her hands clutched the mat beneath her.

Perlei s thumb circled the protruding clitoris increasing its speed. Malo s panting turned into a low steady moan sweat glistening in between her breasts and along her fleshy stomach. I could not take my eyes away and could believe the throbbing in my own loins. Her head fell back and a loud cry escaped her lips steady for a full half minute. She fell hard back against the mat and Perlei removed her hand slick with the oil and Malo s juices. Malo s legs twitched for a moment then she lay silently. I was transfixed by the scene.

Perlei bade me stand up. She grasped my arms and looked at me seriously speaking rapidly. It took a few moments but I finally understood that she was concerned about what I should wear to the ceremony. My outfit of khaki shirt and shorts would not do. She reached into a box and pulled out a native wrap for me to wear. She had me remove my clothing even my undergarments and pulled the colorful fabric around my torso. My white skin stood out in contrast next to the nut-brown hues of islanders skin. Perlei wanted me to wear the dress below my breasts like any other mature island woman but I protested not feeling comfortable in this situation. She smiled and said that by the next evening I would feel differently.

It was hard for me to sleep that night. I felt very anxious and excited about the ceremony. I would learn so much about these peoples I had come to respect. But I also had feelings that I couldn t place I knew that pleasuring myself and giving into my carnal instincts was wrong for a well-brought up western woman. Nevertheless it left a void inside me that I couldn t explain.

Since she had no older sister and her mother was an invalid Malo insisted that I take the place of honor at her ceremony and help her with the ritual. On her initiation day we climbed to Perlei s hut again with me walking awkwardly in the unfamiliar dress. I felt self-conscious with the fabric clinging tightly to my hips and breasts wondering if everyone could see that I wore no undergarments! Villagers called out their best wishes for Malo even their approval of my costume! Despite slight embarrassment I perhaps also felt flattered at the attention.

In the clearing next to the hut the villagers were gathering and preparing for the ceremony. They all had on beautiful flower garlands. A bonfire was being prepared in the center. A tall muscular man whom I had never seen before wearing a ceremonial headdress stood off to the side. I expected he was the holy man about to provide the ultimate pleasure not only for my friend Malo but for the enjoyment of all watching.

We entered the hut and Perlei and I helped Malo don the beautiful ceremonial dress that Perlei had made for her. It was wrapped tightly around her waist exposing the shapely breasts. I couldn t help myself I stroked Malo s breast and told her how beautiful she looked. Malo s smile glowed brightly in the dim room.

Perlei took a jug and poured a liquid into three drinking cups. She gave one to each of us and told us to drink quickly. I found the liquid was slightly sweet and reminded me of gin. I immediately felt a bolt which traveled from my throat to my loins. I must have looked surprised because Perlei patted my hand and said This will do you good. She then explained that this is a very special potion for virgins to experience their ceremony in the right frame of mind and not to fear it.

The time had come for the ceremony to begin. The drumbeats grew more insistent. Are you ready for your voyage to begin Malo? Perlei put her hand on her shoulder. Malo wavered a little on her feet but smiled broadly as she put down the glass.

A intricately decorated straw platform sat near the door of the hut. Malo was instructed to sit on it and lean back on her elbows. Two strong young island men came in and lifted up the piece. I walked behind a few paces and emerged into the clearing. It was filled with just about all the adult inhabitants of the island in colorful wraps and some with feathered headdresses. A cheer went up as the Malo emerged. The crowd parted but just barely. The men slowly carried Malo through the crowd. Hands shot out from either side as Malo s family friends and neighbors began the ritual by caressing her newly exposed breasts it brings the highest level of luck to those who touch the flesh of a young virgin about to learn of the pleasures! Malo arched her back reveling in the touch of a many hands as she made her way to her destiny.

I felt some hands touching me too as I made my way a little unsteadily behind the litter. I couldn t believe how the throbbing in my loins matched the cadence of the drummers. I felt dizzy yet elated. The crowd pressed in behind me all following the young beauty.

The bearers of the platform finally broke away from the adoring throngs and came out into the center of the clearing. She rose and stood alone by the bonfire. I slipped off into the shadows at the edge of the crowd to watch. I found a large low rock warm and mossy and I lay on top of it my knees about to buckle. The moisture seeped into my dress and warmed my skin. I felt very flush.

A conch horn sounded from off to the side. The crowd parted as the holy man stepped into the circle. The drums and other horn instruments struck up a throbbing tune and rhythm that was impossible not to move to. He began a dance that was just hypnotic to watch. He wore the briefest of loincloth which seemed to bulge more and more. He danced closer and closer to Malo giving off a heat that she must have felt. She began to sway then to dance a shimmy from her hips the traditional dance of the virgin.

Two women also in ceremonial costumes came into the circle and began to sing and dance. They made their way over to Malo and stroked her hair and breasts. They began to unwrap Malo s dress and expose her exquisite body to the crowds. Malo breathed heavily but the thrust of her hips gave away her desire. The crowd murmured their approval their admiration for her beauty and her obvious state of arousal. The women continued to dance around her and touch her. They stroked her body closer and closer to her downy genitals. She moaned audibly as fingers dipped into her swollen flesh and lips clamped around a nipple suckling audibly hands roaming over the moist flesh. The holy man danced around them chanting but watching the women intently.

The woman still dancing led Malo over to a post in the center of the circle with a little ledge on which Malo could lean but still keep her legs spread her inner woman displayed and prepared for the final act. A now familiar jar of oil that smelled like hibiscus was brought forth and one woman dipped her fingers in and spread it on the engorged fleshy genitalia of Malo causing her to moan very loudly and jerk her hips towards the source of such intense pleasure. The other woman took the staff with which she was dancing adorned with thick bird feathers at the tip and stroked Malo s body with it. As it passed over her mound Malo cried out from excitement and frustration very close to reaching the zenith that was now within reach.

I couldn t breathe for the intense raw power of carnal pleasure displayed in front of me. I realized that my own hips were thrusting into a protrusion in the warm rock at the same rhythm of the drums. I felt like I was floating but I couldn t take my eyes off Malo and what the women were doing to her. Suddenly I became aware of someone s hand on my back. I froze. A soft male voice said Don t turn around watch them. I didn t turn and felt comforted as the hand softly stroked my back and down over my dress to my backside.

Malo was panting now thrusting her hips more and spreading her legs. There was no mistaking the shiny juices glistening between her thighs. With a dramatic flourish of the drums the holy man turned to Malo and with one motion untied his loincloth and flung it away. His penis was erect and very large shining in the flickering light of the torches. I gasped out loud. With a very subtle beat of the drum he inched closer to Malo until the tip of his penis touched her swollen labia. He spoke the words which all Saru men use to request permission to have intercourse with a woman Do you wish to feel how you make me a man? Malo opened her eyes wide and said in a clear voice I want to feel the power of the fire in the mountain. The holy man inserted the tip of the his penis into her vagina but did not move in any further. The drum beat increased. Malo wrapped her legs around his hips and with one motion thrust herself up onto the length of his penis with a moan like a sing-song chant. The holy man let his head go limp on his back and opened his mouth soundlessly. His thrusting hip suddenly stopped and the drumbeat ceased. They were motionless just the lift of their shoulders in time to their labored breathing. This is the pleasure of life the holy man declared in a loud voice. All who witness the power of life will find their own pleasure! As the young woman clutched him with her legs still wrapped around him he began to thrust his pelvis back and forth driving his engorged penis in and out. Malo found his rhythm and pushed herself against him at the same pace.

I had forgotten about the villager behind me until I felt a second warm hand caressing my back. I started to twist around to see who it was but his hands held me down firmly when I tried to turn. Watch and feel it the voice insisted now very close to my ear his warm body covering mine. I relaxed and allowed the hands to continue caressing me without protest.

The drumbeats had picked up pace and intensity. The pelvises of holy man and Malo were forcefully meeting in an ever increasing rhythm both grunting their eyes closed their heads leaning back. Malo gripped the man s arms and began to tremble her mouth opening and animal-like noise overtaking the sound of the music. Her release was explosive. The holy man grabbed her and with one last mighty thrust emitted his own yell. They collapsed on the ground. The women who had pleasured her earlier came to their sides and helped them up and replaced Malo s wrap and the holy man s loincloth. Some older women placed beautiful flower leis on them and helped them to the platform to recuperate.

I was slack-jawed in awe of what I had just witnessed. The music didn t diminish though and I noticed there were pairs of villagers in embrace on the outskirts of the ceremony circle. Many had disrobed and I was shocked to see some engaging in intercourse! I then remembered my secret companion I felt his hands sliding up my leg under my dress! As much as I was enflamed by what I had just seen I felt compelled to not let my basest desires affect my judgment.

I quickly turned over before he could stop me and saw who my suitor was. It was Naru a young fisherman I saw frequently plying his nets on the volcanic shore. Many adolescent girls giggled incessantly when he passed by there was no question his handsome face and youthful body were in demand by the eligible young women in the tribe who had already been initiated into adulthood. The sight of his strong torso and undeniable protrusion from the brief cloth around his waist melted my initial objection to his far too familiar touch. He smiled broadly at me and leaned over pressing himself onto the length of my body against the mossy rock.

You must take your pleasures now! Do you wish to feel how you make me a man? he said softly but insistently. I stammered But Naru I have not yet been initiated! He lifted his head away and looked puzzled. Women from northern lands do not take pleasures? Yes they do but they have a mate chosen and do not take their pleasures until they marry and then with no others. His frown deepened his hand covered my breast. Do you not want to take pleasures with me to honor your friend Malo as is traditional for the sister of the newly adorned woman to do? I didn t know about that aspect of the ceremony! This information somehow dissolved the last of my objections -- how could I not follow the traditions of the ages and possibly not show proper respect to the woman that considered me her sister!

Naru is this allowed to give pleasures to a woman from the northern lands? He thought for a moment. We have never had any outsider women... just a few white men your priests. They have frequently taken pleasures from our women. He leaned closer again his hand seeking the fastener holding my dress closed. If you accept me I will show you what the pleasures are.

I felt his fingers open the fastener and the fabric slide away from my skin. As shocked as I should have been that I was now naked in front of a strange man I couldn t subdue the intense feeling that I had to do this. His erect penis softly poked me on the thigh through his loincloth his knee nudged my legs apart. I could feel my body want to open up and receive all the pleasures he could give me. I couldn t help but arch my back and push my willing flesh against his.

I was then startled to see Perlei standing beside the rock smiling with the few teeth still left in her head. She bent over us whispering closely in my ear. You must take your pleasures with this fine young man. We would be honored to initiate you. Do you freely take this man to be your first? I answered softly I want to feel the power of the fire in the mountain. Perlei gently pushed Naru aside and stood close to him. You won t need this and removed his cloth wrap from around his waist exposing his smaller but thick member without much hair so erect it pointed upwards. I was transfixed by it by the power it represented by the throbbing insistence in my loins that he impale me over and over again with it. Where did this feeling come from?

Perlei turned towards me and brought forth the jar of magic ointment that drove Malo mad with desire. This will inflame you and your man in ways only the gods of seas are entitled to. She dipped her small hand into the jar and covered her fingers with the soft flowing substance. I willingly opened my legs to expose my womanhood to her ministrations. The first contact made me inhale sharply the slight sting unexpected. Then the spreading warmth invaded my being causing me to lift my pelvis to greedily beg for more. She took my labia between her fingers gently but firmly pulling them outward massaging the magic ointment into the swelling flesh. She inserted one then two fingers into the opening of my vagina testing the hymen and coating the entrance with the oils. I could feel my muscles contract as if they sought to pull in the small probes. The vibrations in my loins traveled up my spine spreading in my torso enveloping my breasts. In my mind I shamelessly begged for hands tongues penises to descend upon me and take me to this wondrous destination. She stood aside and gave Naru a little push. She is ready for you.
A small crowd of villagers had surrounded us but I was beyond any need for modesty or privacy. The drums I heard I knew were for my journey and I couldn t help but move my hips to their rhythm. Naru stood over me smiled and began to caress my torso with strong insistent hands pressing my flesh and my sensitive nipples pulling them up and pressing them between his fingers. I moaned and arched my back almost amazed by the sensations emanating from my body. Someone in the crowd must have fetched the feathered stick used to excite Malo and Naru grasped it and began to stroke my body with it. It tickled a little and I laughed which made the crowd around me laugh as well. When Naru brought the instrument down my body and stroked the moist skin of my genitals though the sensation was intense. It felt like the labia parted and the most intimate being was brought forth the nerve endings sparkling with energy. I vibrated with desire.

Naru discarded the staff and brought his fingers across my torso over my flat stomach to the large patch of downy hair that looked so different from the almost hairless island women. He stroked the triangle of dark hair over and over again seemingly fascinated by the sensation. I blindly reached out for his manhood grasping the swollen appendage to feel what a tool of power was like. The velvet-soft skin covering the steel-like rod was almost electric its trembling structure obvious the drops of fluid from the tip another source to enflame me. I slid my fist and fingers over and over up its length stroking the firm swollen testicles that hung beneath.

His fingers sought out and found the swollen nub that was beginning to protrude from the surrounding bush of pubic hair. I cried out loud as he stroked the center of my bodily existence this clitoris of womanhood. I couldn t believe the throbbing from within the eruption that was building in my loins. I had never been aware that this small mass of flesh could transform a perfectly normal woman into a beast of unknown proportions. Over and over his fingertips slid around seeming to know exactly where I wanted to be touched. My womanhood was desperate to be filled. Oh please take me enter me you must enter me! I begged in English aware that no one understood the words but would undoubtedly understand the intent.

Naru stood up grasped my each of my legs and stood between them. I slid my body towards him my hips reaching for him. The tip of his penis sought my dripping opening soon to be less narrow than at that moment. There was nothing of which I was more certain than at that moment: that I wanted that penis to ram into me and transport me to a heaven like no other. He did not force himself into my opening that was for the woman to control as she desired. I wrapped my legs around his slender hips as I had seen Malo do and began my impalement.

Oh what an exquisite feeling to draw that penis into my womanhood to feel the flesh stretch and yield even the brief jolt as my hymen surrendered to his widening flesh. I used my lower legs to pull him in as close as could be to feel his full length and breadth inside of me. I saw his eyes open wide and knew the sensations he was feeling would be nothing like he would feel with any other woman. Naru please! Now! I cried out and began to move my hips back and forth to feel him drive his penis into my begging flesh. He immediately began to thrust to the rhythm of the drums and my own frenzied thrashing.

Over and over my vagina was widened and narrowed the muscles finally having something to squeeze the nerve endings of my genitalia aroused by the contact. The throbbing feeling increased my whole body tingling and reacting. My mind was completely possessed and swirling with the feeling. The wave ascended over me it was ten times more powerful than the surf crashing on the shore and I could do nothing to stop the onslaught. The animal sounds I heard were foreign yet they were emanating from my own throat. They were matched by another similar sound coming from Naru who gave a mighty sustained roar and collapsed on top of me.

We both lay there for a few moments spent my vagina still contracting the penis within me twitching then subsiding. He slowly withdrew and I opened my eyes. The other villagers had gathered very closely around us and were murmuring what sounded like approval of this momentous event. Naru extended his hand to me and pulled me to stand albeit shakily. A woman reached around me to put my native wrap on I did not object that she fastened it under my breasts. Perlei then had me bend over to accept an exquisite lei similar to the one Malo was wearing. I was most definitely a woman now a woman of the Saru village.

May 18

I fear I am neglecting my research for I have not recorded much data or observations in the last two weeks although there is an extraordinary amount. My initiation into the Saru female society has allowed me unprecedented access and acceptance by the people of the village. It has also kept me very busy with the men of the village. I fear I have come to very much enjoy the pleasures of womanhood to the detriment of my work although I feel it is very important that I do not offend anyone who offers me such a gift.

Naru visits me most evenings and I tremble with anticipation of what new position in which to engage in intercourse he may disclose to me what new part of my body will he inflame with his touch. I have also accepted the proposals of two other men to research the differences in penis size and age (whilst having to reject the pleas of numerous others!) I am amazed at even though these men act differently how much enjoyment I always derive from the experience. I am sometimes engaging in this research two or even three times a day! I may have to limit my experiments more given the ache in my genitals I have been experiencing. At least Perlei always has some salve to sooth my discomforts. I find that if she or Malo apply the salve I often experience pleasures even in this situation. I find Malo does too given she is relishing her new role as adult in the tribe as well! What a wonderful place the island of Saru!

A curious thing was discovered in comparing notes with Malo the day after our initiations. When I mentioned how I didn t know that I was expected to become initiated as part of my role of honored sister to her during the ceremony she looked puzzled and said that she was unaware of that requirement as well. Curious indeed!

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