9 comments/ 86654 views/ 15 favorites Birthday Suit Rituals By: aznaked We knew our family had a special ritual for when someone in the family turned eighteen. It made us feel nervous but the ritual was a secret and no one had ever been able to break into that secret. Eighteen is the age for sexual consent and we were afraid we would lose our virginity to a family member. That idea was a real turn off. My favorite cousin and I had birthdays two days apart in July and we were to go through the ritual. We were given no choice. The ritual started back in the nineteen thirties or maybe earlier, so we kind of decided it might be some kind of variation of the usual spanking and rolling under the bed. Folks in that era were just coming out of the flapper twenties with really short skirts and plunging necklines. They had turned very modest, making their skirts longer and necklines higher and tighter. My cousin, Millie and I did some studying on the internet trying to find some reference to eighteenth birthday rituals around the world. We weren't sure of our national heritage so we looked at all kinds of European country records. Millie said, "Sally, I'm not finding anything. Incest has always been taboo in our family the best I can find. It is pretty much the same in all countries but is still practiced in secret. I just can't image anything like that in our family." "Well, Millie, I guess we will just have to wait and see. It is unusual for them to combine the celebration for the two of us but it is unusual, according to Mom, for there to be two birthdays so close together. She said since some family members were coming quite a ways to participate they didn't feel justified in having separate parties. At least we will have each other for support. I hope." A couple of things we each had noticed from the past was who attended the rituals. We had been around for them. We had seen five of our relatives go though them, three of them were girls and two were boys. We were not allowed to see those people for a quite a while afterwards; usually at least three weeks. That made us wonder if they had been hurt and it took a while for them to recover so we weren't able to see them. That left no hint. One other thing that made us a bit nervous, well, a whole lot nervous, was the gender fact. When a boy was going through the ritual, most of the attendees were women and most were women over thirty. There would be a few younger women but very few. When a girl was going through the ritual, all kinds of obscure male cousins, uncles and even guys would be present, besides the father, brothers and relatives we usually saw. There were of course the mother, close aunts, sisters, girl cousins and sisters-in-law, if any. We got the impression there was more interest in watching or participating in the ritual for girls than for boys. We also noticed much of the interest was across gender lines. We were scared. Finally the day came. It was to be the day between our birthdays and it happened to occur on a Saturday. That would make it possible for those farther away to come. And come they did. There must have been fourteen guys and not all of them were relatives. Maybe they were boyfriends. I don't know how they qualified but I guess they were sworn to secrecy. We figured this was really going to be some kind of spectator sport and we were going to be sorry they were going to be making sport of us. There were about eight women in attendance also. We had been given dresses and underwear that were supposed to be special for the celebration of our eighteenth birthdays. Millie's was blue and mine was white. There wasn't much to them and as we dressed in my house, we wondered why they were special. The material was pretty flimsy and the seams were more basted than actually stitched. The underwear was a mystery too. The bras and panties were obviously homemade and very shabbily made. There was no elastic for the panty waist and in fact they were held in place by a small Velcro fastener that worked by folding the material at the waist to fit and then attaching the Velcro pieces together. The bra was also fastened with Velcro in the back and really gave no support. There were no shoulder straps. We had both been raised very chaste and had never been allowed to date until we were eighteen. Our lives and conduct had been carefully monitored. Therefore, we were in a state of emotional despair at what we really considered revealing clothing. They left us barefooted, so the three items we were given were all we were given. At nine o'clock that morning we were escorted to the old barn we had on the place. It was no longer used as a barn and had been transformed into a kind of meeting place. We had a lot of potlucks and corn shuckings and such that were held in the building. They gave us some sort of paper house slippers (I think like they have used in some hospitals or prisons) to wear across the dirt. As the door to the barn was opened ahead of us we could hear a lot of laughing and carrying on but as soon as we were ushered through, things got kind of quiet. On one side of the barn there was a platform with two chairs. On the other side were some risers where most of the "spectators" were seated. We were placed in the chairs facing the assembly. They were wide chairs made for the wide bottoms of most of the older men folk who were usually in charge of the dance, or meeting, or whatever happened in this old barn. If either of us had sat to the side of one of the chairs, probably someone of our size could have sat next to us and had plenty of room. In other words only one chair was needed for Millie and I but we were each in a chair. Later I found the wideness was needed to spread our legs. We were extremely embarrassed by being place before these people, mostly men, in the first place. Wearing such transparent and flimsy clothes doubled our discomfort. I looked at Millie and she was red and my face felt like it was on fire. I wanted to jump up and run. I looked at the door. It had the slide bolt closed and was being guarded by Uncle Henry, who had a big grin on his face. There was no getting passed him. A big birthday cake was rolled out and lifted up on the platform to a table. Everybody sang a happy birthday song of local origin. The cake was cut and everyone was given a piece. There was milk and coffee. The audience stayed in place and it was passed to them. There were no candles to blow out. Millie and I were somewhat distracted by getting refreshments. We ate while everyone else was eating. Then things were cleaned up and we once again were the center of attention. I began to shake. Something was about to happen that I didn't think I was going to like. Another uncle, John Rollins, was the master of ceremonies but first we have to attend to a couple of things. He announced that it was almost time for the "unveiling". There was a cheer from the people. My mother and Aunt June, Millie's mother, also clapped but more tentatively. "Are you girls both virgins? We have no reason to believe otherwise. We know you have been well protected." In stuttering voices, we affirmed that we were. This was getting really scary. I had heard that losing your virginity was a very painful process and if it was to be done before an audience it would be both painful and deathly humiliating. I almost shook out of my chair. Then the statement was made, "We want to make it unmistakably clear; THESE GIRLS ARE NOT TO LOSE THEIR VIRGINITY HERE TODAY!!! That was a relief but it still indicated some kind of sexual activity was going to take place. The idea of the flimsy clothes we were wearing was even more ominous. I might not be losing my virginity but I was pretty sure I was going to lose my clothing. Even if all they did was throw water on us we would be the same as naked. Uncle John then asked for two assistants. A couple of men who had been standing at the end of the risers came forward. They disappeared behind us. Uncle John then came forward to stand so we could see him. He addressed Millie and me saying, "To begin with we are going to do something that may make you a bit uncomfortable but hopefully that can be changed over the next few hours. That all depends on your cooperation as we celebrate your coming of the age of consent. You are now there and we hope you join in with the rest of us in this very old tradition. If you learn to relax, and we don't expect that to happen right away, you will also learn to enjoy the proceedings. Boys!" The someone came up behind me and tied first one arm and then the other to the arms of the big chair. The ropes were soft but the angle of my arms was a little uncomfortable. I was tense and that seemed to make it worse. I tried to relax my tension but it seemed to just make me more tense. I didn't like this at all. I glanced at Millie and she was really squirming, even more than I was. She had begun crying. Uncle John then said, "Now for the unveiling." The same two guys simply ripped our clothes off, leaving us completely naked and exposed to all these people. Our paper shoes had been taken as we stepped up on the platform. Those bastings had given way easily and the dresses were pulled from under our butts with almost no effort. The panties and bras were also easily taken from us. Now our whole bodies were red with embarrassment and I expected our legs would be tied open to make us even more of a spectacle. In the meantime, I was crossing my legs and drawing my knees up trying to keep the front of my naked body from being completely exposed. I should describe the stars of this show. I would not call either Millie or I pretty but we were kind of on the cute side I suppose. I guess we inherited our blond hair. It wasn't thick but was pretty long. That's the way it was usually worn in our part of the country. We worked on farms so we were firm and we were tan. My breasts were smaller than hers. She was maybe 35B and I was probably 33B. We both had large areolas. Our work kept us pretty thin. We weighed between 115 and 125. Millie's family was tall and she got some of that. She was 5' 7" and her legs were long. I could see her feet touched the floor from that big chair. I was 5' 3" and my toes just touched but I could not put my feet flat. My feet were never tied and neither were Millie's. Uncle John came in front of us again and addressed us explaining what was going to happen. I'm afraid he leered at our nakedness as he spoke and that made it even worse. I had avoided looking at all the other people, except my mother. I wondered how my lifetime protector could abandon me to this now. "None of us can remember how, or exactly when, this ritual was begun. There have been discussions about ending it but there has also been a lot of dissension about ending it. Some of us really like it. The ladies like the ritual when it comes to the boys and we men like it when the women are the subjects. It is like a coming out party for you and great entertainment for us. However, there is no one here who didn't go through this on their eighteenth birthday so you should have sympathetic participants. "Today you are going to have eighteen orgasms. That is a lot in one day. Hopefully no one will try to treat you too roughly. We have monitors who will watch for that to make sure this all done safely and sanely. You are going to be watched carefully to see that this does not become torture. Boys and girls your age are capable of having multiple orgasms. If you cum too fast too often, it can become painful so we are going to pace you. "Our experience is that our featured participants sometimes strongly resist at first. That is why your arms are tied. When we believe you have surrendered adequately to the ritual, your arms will be released. That will make the experience more enjoyable for you. Your legs have not, and will not, be tied because the participants you see before you are going to have to spread you legs for two different activities. To begin with you will be manipulated with vinyl gloved fingers coated with KY jelly. After each orgasm, you will be cleaned by your mothers or someone trusted. You will be given a short rest period. Each following participant will have a choice of getting you off by hand or by cunnilingus. We will encourage cunnilingus because the tongue is by nature more gentle than the finger. A few of our women have an aversion to eating pussy but I don't know why. "When you have had eighteen orgasms, you will be released, having completed the ritual. You should find it to your advantage to get it done as quickly as possible. Try to enjoy it. There is no time limit. Since you have no sexual experience it is unlikely you will be able to fake an orgasm but we have very experienced observers who will catch you at it if you try. "You will be refreshed with drink and food whenever you ask. We want to keep you hydrated and energized. If you have to urinate, and it is likely you will, you will be brought a bucket and will urinate either from your chair, or when you have had your arms released, you can stand or squat over the bucket. If you need to take a shit, you will be escorted by your mother or monitor to a place outside the barn for that. Some people may go along to watch but for the life of me I can't understand why. The animals do it out there and so can you. There will be observers nearby to make sure you return. "Let's see, is there anything else? Oh, yes. Your mother's will be first to get you started with a finger massage of your pussies. No immediate family member will be allowed to perform cunnilingus as that is possibly incest. Forced incest is not acceptable to our community. Since you are each the oldest of your family I believe only your mothers and fathers are present that are immediate family. The rest of those here have drawn slips of paper to designate their order. The papers are colored. Blue for Millie and white for Sally to match the clothes you briefly wore out here. We have compared to make sure you aren't scheduled with the same participant at the same time. "You will find that most of the men will choose to perform cunnilingus because they like to look at what they are manipulating up close. There will be no restriction on their use of hands. They are free to handle your breasts but cannot tickle. They can massage outside your vagina with fingers and rub your clit. They have been instructed about that and we are going to watch that there is no penetration to break your hymen. Each will come up individually so you will not be surrounded by people other than the designated observers. "Are you ready to begin?' I was crying and could hear Millie crying also. I heard Millie plead not to have to do this. She beat me to it. How could anybody agree to such humiliation as we had already been subjected to. I just wanted to be let go. Millie promised to do anything, any chore, anything to be released from this situation. I just decided to allow her pleas to stand and said nothing. I closed my eye. Neither of us admitted to being ready to begin. I was shaking severely and tried not to look at anyone. Most of the time I had my eyes closed. When I suddenly sensed someone near me, I opened my eyes just a little out of curiosity. My daddy and a cousin were at each side of my chair. I thought my mother was to be first. I said, "Daddy", in a pleading manner but he would not look at me or even acknowledge me. He and the cousin grabbed hold of the arms of the chair and picking it up, they turned it about a forty-five degree angle from the risers. Everyone was going to have a good view of the finger or tongue as it assaulted me. Then I did see my mother. She knelt beside my chair. I saw little rugs all around my chair. They were for knees. She dipped her finger in a jar of jelly she held in her left hand. She put that jar down after coating her finger from the contents. Her finger was bare and she said, "As your mother I have special privileges to touch you without a glove. I'm not going to open your legs wide because I understand how you feel but others will open you as wide as they can. Be prepared." She went on talking as she inserted the finger into my slit and ran it up to my clit. I had been told that to masturbate was terrible and could result in some very bad things. I had accepted that so my clit had only been occasionally rubbed. I think maybe I had a couple of orgasms in my life. We were supposed to be a very religious family. That idea was gone now. She continued talking to me softly. "I'm sorry you have to go through this but if you didn't I'm afraid we would be shunned in the family. Other families in the community also do this so we would surely be ostracized if the word got around. We talked of ending it three years ago. The women said we should continue for boys because they are stronger but discontinue it for the girls. I'll bet you can't guess who fought that idea. The guys said they weren't giving up their fun. That was the end of that. There were more men voting than women. Both men and women wanted to introduce sexual intercourse but the older people vetoed that. " She massaged the clit almost exclusively as she talked. Even if it was my mother I was getting a reaction to her attention. "You are lucky because you are a girl. Girls are better able to have multiple orgasms faster because they don't have to get an erection. Boys take a lot longer to get in their eighteen shots and by the end they are so sore they can't walk and their ejaculation is almost like water. Girls can usually get through in just a few hours. You will be sore but girls seem to recover faster. I hope for your sake that you will just try to relax and let yourself cum. It feels really good if you let it. Don't fight it. I've seen cooperative girls get this done in six hours or less. The more you relax your body when you feel it coming, the easier it will be." I tried to relax and her soothing voice helped. It didn't really take long before I felt the most fantastic feeling I had ever felt in my life. It is possible I had experience self inflicted orgasms but having someone else, even my mother, do it for me was beyond description. My hips lifted off the chair and I felt that if my arms had not been tied I could have flown away. I bucked for what seemed a long time and then went limp. I heard my mother say, "Can we have a glass of juice over here, please?" A female cousin appeared and my mother gently lifted the tumbler to my lips and I drank. As I drank I noticed something. "Why are you naked, Mother?" She replied, "Why this is my birthday suit. Each participant has to wear his, or her, birthday suit. That's why we call it the birthday suit ritual. You will see no more clothes on anyone coming up here to get you though this. The only exception is Uncle John. We had a unanimous vote a couple of years ago requiring Uncle John to remain clothed." She laughed. "I can tell you this, being naked is the part I love. I guess I have become somewhat of an exhibitionist over the years. I love to be seen naked by as many people as possible. I'm only a little less than double your age. I'm 35, as you know. So a lot of us have become exhibitionists. That means two or three times a year, I get to participate in this. From now on you will be able to be a participant and I'll bet you will grow to love this part. I think it is why so many of the women participate. Few are here today because of other things that happen to be going on but sometimes we have more naked women than men. There are other things you will find out more about later." Then she said, "Rest for a few minutes. This is going to go on so I suggest you ask for the next person very shortly. You will be tender when he starts but the good feeling will overcome that quickly. Later you will need more time but get on with it as soon as you can and you will be though faster. Show a willingness to cooperate and maybe after three orgasms or so they will release your arms." Birthday Suit Rituals After wiping my pussy with a baby butt wipe, she left my side. The next person to step in front of me was a cousin I seldom saw but he was kind of a hunk. His name was Don and he lived about 100 miles away. He was so good looking I forgot myself for a minute and just greeted him with, "Hi!" He smiled at me and said, "Hey". I had of course never seen him naked but here he was and what a sight he was. My mother had several years ago told me about sex. I had seen pictures of naked men in art and pictures of sculptures, liked "David". When she told me about intercourse I had asked how that little thing could do what she said. She explained about erections and that little, short things could become fat, long things. Then the penis would be able to do the job. Now I was seeing what she had been talking about. Not only was he good looking but that penis was so big and stiff I didn't see how he could penetrate any woman. It looked almost scary. He knelt on the rug in front of me. He put his hands under my knees and pulled me toward the front of that big chair so he could access me with his mouth. I instantly got a cramp in my left shoulder and started screaming and yelling. The monitor immediately leaned in and asked what was wrong. Uncle John came over and when he heard what I was screaming about he pulled a big knife and cut the ropes to free my left arm. I sat up and rubbed and the monitor rubbed until the shoulder was back to normal. It had some remaining pain but the stress was gone. I smiled at Don and scooted back down in the chair the way he wanted me, being careful not to cramp my right arm. From the look on his face I think he had thought somehow he had damaged me. He quickly dived into my cunt and started lapping away. I was glad I had that left hand free because I put it on the back of his head and made sure he stayed in place. I was still tender from the ministrations of my mother and turned on from seeing Don standing before me. The embarrassment of having a man, an especially attractive man, with his face buried in my tender regions, was also giving me a little added excitement. It didn't take long. It wasn't like the first one but it was enough to get my hips bouncing off the chair. For the first time I wondered how Millie was getting along but I didn't take the time or effort to try to look. Our chairs were angled away from each other. When Don was convinced he had done is best, he got up from the little rug. My back was hurting from my hips being forward and my shoulders against the chair with no other support. I asked for a pillow. My mother sent someone to the house to get some pillows. In the meantime, feed sacks full of grain were provided to Millie and me. Don was immediately replaced by another cousin. She got down on her knees and started rubbing my mound with her gloved hand. I wondered if she was going to eat me and asked if she liked girls sexually. She said they were fine but she preferred guys. Gloria was her name and I knew she was only about three years older than me. She leaned into my pussy and licked just a little, then leaned back and started rubbing me again. She alternated until she looked back and saw Don standing there. I had been paying attention to her and had not seen him until she looked back. He knelt behind her and pushed that big penis against her backside and from her reaction I could tell he had penetrated her. He slowly moved his hips back and forth and she was suddenly less interested in me. He was fucking her right before my eyes. I also lost interest in what was supposed to be happening to me. It didn't take long for Don to reach the peak of his rapid breathing and shove really hard against her. I'm not sure but I think she had a little orgasm herself. He said, "Thanks, Gloria." She said, "Thank you, Don". I must have looked like I was the one who had just been fucked. I said, "I can't believe that. Aren't you married?" Gloria smiled at me and said, "Yep, I'm married. We call these rituals 'free time'. These guys get really horny and turned on from pussy eating and seeing all these naked girls in the chair and wandering around. That's the main reason we get so many women at a girl's initiation. We get the fall out from all that occurs. It works both ways. Most guys are not going to get involved in a guys initiation. They don't want to handle some guys dick and they sure aren't going to put it in their mouth. However, the girls that go to do the guys also get turned on and the guys have to help them out. Free time is freedom from all standards just for the four to eight hours it usually takes to complete the initiation the boys and girls. Then its back to the old moral codes." I ask, "Does my mother and dad participate in this also?" "Your mother does. She seems to love it. I'm not so sure your dad approves. He was upset about his little girl being dealt with this way. You won't see him anymore in here today." As she talked she rubbed. Then she gave me another big lick from the bottom to the top that ended with an attack on my clit. I exploded with the vision of Don and Gloria fucking fresh in my mind. That was the first time I wondered who was keeping score. I think that was number 3. I don't know how long we had been going but I was looking forward to getting this over. I thought I would rather have sex in a more comfortable setting with someone of my choosing. My monitor, still the same one, came to me as Gloria got up and left. She said my mother was gone at the moment but if it was okay with me she could clean me up. I thanked her and told her I was anxious to continue. She started wiping my cunt and my mind suddenly generated an image of Don, with my mother in the place of Gloria. I immediately exploded into another orgasm. I came and came and the poor monitor looked disturbed. She wasn't supposed to be getting the girls off. "John," she called. He came over and she told him I had just had an orgasm while she was wiping me and that she was wiping me because my mother was not there. She said, "We have to count it. It wouldn't be fair to her otherwise." He agreed. He told the score keeper who had been seated behind me and she said, "That's number four. That's pretty good for only 35 minutes". I wasn't sore yet because only Gloria had been even a little bit rough. "I've got to pee," I said as quietly as I could. I don't know why I whispered since I already knew I was going to have to pee as part of the entertainment. The monitor called for the bucket. It was a cute bucket, pink with yellow ribbons tied around it. Uncle John came over and said, "You are cooperating so I'm cutting you completely loose." I said, "I don't know how I could escape with all these guys watching me." He said, "We weren't afraid you would escape but some girls buck and bite and twist and squirm until we can't make any progress. They eventually give in but it's plum irritating." I turned to squat over the bucket but was stopped. "You have to face the participants. It's part of the entertainment." I had never peed in public as part of any kind of entertainment but I managed. It was a new kind of embarrassment. Peeing is as private as sex. The rest of the day passed much the same way. By the time John had finished with his spiel and we had gotten started, it was almost 10:15. My mother had taken some time to tell me what was happening and why, as she brought me off the first time. I had four orgasms before 11:00 and had peed. I asked for a break and they brought me some cake and a glass of milk. I rubbed my cunt and found no really serious soreness. I'm not sure why. Over the next hour I had five more orgasms. There were three girls in a row, each licking me until I came. They were gentle with me. That was four women in a row. I wondered if my mother had somehow stacked the odds. The last guy in that hour teased me a lot with his fingers and tongue before getting down to business. The teasing was good but seeing him just looking in my face and playing with my tits was more embarrassing that I thought it should be. My nipples were actually getting more sore than my cunt. In the third hour, all guys, no girls, treated me to more orgasms. All these began to blur together as I got drowsy and only the actual orgasms stirred me much. I was on auto pilot but was obviously alert enough to get turned on enough to cum over and over again. A couple of guys excited me which was a relief. I was hoping I would still have some excited feelings after experiencing the cumming become routine. I thought maybe actual fucking would reignite my sexual feelings when the time came. A little after three my mother was in front of me, kneeling on the little rug. I wondered what she was going to do. I could not imagine my mother licking my cunt and it dawned on me that to do so would be against the rules. She reached around my waist and buried her face in my stomach and hugged me tightly. Then she sat back and said, "I'm so proud of you. You did it. You are a woman and now you can participate in all the adult activities. "There is a boy turning eighteen early next month and you are, of course, invited to participate then. If you do you will find how much fun it is. You get a chance to be naked without being the object of all attention." I stood up for the second time since I peed twice. I looked over at Millie. She was still sitting with a guy I didn't recognize who had his head between her legs. She looked pretty relaxed. "How is Millie doing?" Mother got up and check with the score keeper. She came back and said Millie needed two more after the current guy. I asked, "Can I do her?' "Uh, I don't know. Best I recall we have never had this situation because we usually do one at a time. Let me check." She went to Uncle John. He checked with some others. They both came back and said they had actually run through everyone on her list and were into second time around participants so they were going to let me go ahead. I was now qualified. I said, "Let me go last." So I did. I went to Millie who was shocked to see me. "I'm through and you have one more to go. That is me. Let's get to it and get you done and then we can celebrate." She smiled and said, "Okay. I'm glad it's you". I put my lips to her cunt and rolled my tongue up and down and whipped my tongue against her clit over and over again. This was not something I had ever done but having had it done to me, I felt very qualified. She started breathing heavily almost immediately, then bucked and bucked and bucked and blasted me with liquid cum. She stiffened with her orgasm and her body was like a board for several seconds. When she came down, she smiled at me. Then she realized my face was covered with her cum juice and started apologizing. She declared she had done that to no one else during the whole ordeal. I told her I loved it and she stood and I stood and we hugged. I said, "Early next month we get our first chance to do a guy. Maybe we can lose our virginity soon and really participate in doing a guy and maybe a lot of guys." For the first time all day we could have a good laugh.