Letters from Blackwell Island Pt. 02

"Congratulations, Lisa, you have successfully surrendered your childhood adornments," the priestess announced with a smile. "Now, who is here to present Aiden?"

"I am, Madame Kahunapule," Marea responded.

She took her son by the hand and stepped before the priestess.

"In the sight of the Goddess Haumea, I, Marea Anuhea Mahi'ai present my beloved son, Aiden Charles Mahi'ai," she intoned just as Jackson had done before her.

"Is he ready to make his transition from boy to man?"

"He is, Madame Kahunapule,"

"Then you may proceed."

Just as Jackson had done with Lisa a few minutes earlier, Marea turned to face her son and kissed him on the forehead.

"My handsome boy, I am so very proud of you," she whispered comfortingly to him.

She then started undressing him. His white shirt came off first and she looked into his eyes as she unbuttoned it. As soon as she pushed it over and off his shoulders she placed it onto the second pyre ready to be set alight. She knelt in order to unfasten his plain black trousers and once she'd taken them down and added them to the pyre he stood in only a plain white pair of cotton briefs. The bulge in the front gave a tantalising preview of what was contained therein and would soon be revealed.

She looked up at him as she placed her hands on the waistband of his last scrap of clothing and smiled maternally at him. And then, just as Jackson had with Lisa a few minutes earlier, she pulled his pants down and off completely. She held them aloft and tossed them onto the pyre. The assembled throng of people clapped and cheered once again.

Well, what a fabulous specimen of manhood young Aiden was! He was just like a younger version of his father - handsome in every way but with added youthful virility. His chest, his arms, his legs and his wonderfully tight derrière exuded masculine energy and vitality in the most enticing but benign way. And one simply cannot ignore his penis - my, oh my what a beautiful organ he has been blessed with! It wasn't that it was large or anything, in fact size-wise I'd definitely class it as a pleasingly average four inches in length in its flaccid state, but it was the way it looked that set my heart racing. His foreskin was just short enough to form a sort of ring through which one could glimpse the pink tenderness of his glans and meatus within. It was almost a facsimile of Patrick's penis but yet subtly different at the same time. If I wasn't a happily married woman I could easily be tempted by the athletic, and now permanently naked Adonis!

Throughout all of this Patrick continued to take photos, having adjusted his exposure levels and shutter speeds to compensate for the gradually darkening skies. He wasn't the only person taking photos - quite a few of the other friends and family were recording the event for posterity also, albeit with their smartphones rather than my husband's state of the art digital SLR.

"Aiden, you have submitted the last of your clothes, your final link to childhood," Mrs. Opuni repeated her line from earlier on. "You must now take a torch and ignite them in order for the spirit of your boyhood to ascend into the heavens above us."

"Yes, Madame Kahunapule," Aiden replied.

He took the remaining torch and stepped across to his pyre.

"I kaʻikeʻana o ke Aliʻi Wahine Haumeaʻo Haumea, haʻalele au ma hope o koʻu wā kamaliʻi i lilo i kanaka."

"In the sight of noble goddess Haumea, I leave behind my boyhood to become a man."

He lit the pyre and his last items of clothing were consumed with fire - in all likelihood he would never be clothed again, and unless he ever left the island for some reason, he would live the rest of his life totally naked.

"Congratulations, Aiden, you have successfully surrendered your childhood adornments," the unclothed priestess announced.

A brief pause followed as the assembled gathering somberly observed the sight of Lisa and Aiden's clothes going up in smoke. But if I thought that was the end of the ceremony, I was much mistaken - things were about to take a very interesting twist.

"Lisa and Aiden have now left behind their childhood, and now stand before us all as naked as nature intended," the priestess continued. "And it is now time for the second stage of the ritual. Jackson, who have you chosen to take your daughter's virginity?"

What did she just say?!? I thought to myself in shock. Did she say "take your daughter's virginity?"

She had! She definitely had!

I looked across at Patrick who looked every bit as shocked as myself, with his mouth agape and an expression of utter bewilderment on his face.

"I choose Franklin DeLuis, Madame Kahunapule," Jackson responded.

"What the feckin' hell is going on?" Patrick whispered in my ear.

"I think young Lisa is about to lose her virginity," I responded, stating the obvious.

"I gathered that, but why, for feck's sake?" Patrick hissed in reply.

"I have no idea - it's obviously just part of the ritual," I answered him.

"I don't want to see this," Patrick said, clearly perturbed by the notion of witnessing a young woman's deflowering. "This should be a private thing!"

"You'll do no such thing, Patrick!" I hissed at him. "Just stay right where you are - Marea and Jackson and everyone else here might be offended if we leave."

Patrick sighed deeply in resignation.

"This is part of their culture, and we are here to observe and record it," I went on.

"Fine, whatever," he said eventually, though clearly under duress.

A fine looking man stepped out from the assembled crowd - he looked to be in his early forties, around the same age as Jackson, exceptionally well built with clearly defined and honed musculature. Like all the men on the island he was beautifully tanned all over and wore the traditional Kāne 'Olo that all men on the island wore. I glanced between his legs and saw a fine looking specimen of a penis - in anticipation of his imminent duty to take young Lisa's maidenhood he was already fully erect, sporting a more than satisfactory six inches with a girth to match. Like all the other men bar Patrick and Aiden, he wore a Kani around the base of his penis and testicles. His Kani I noted, incorporated pearls and pieces of black obsidian. Upon his left buttock, two small tattooed markings indicated that he was married.

"I am Franklin DeLuis, Madame Kahunapule," the man said as he came and stood before the priestess.

"Do you accept this sacred duty to take Lisa's virginity?" she asked him formally.

"I do, Madame Kahunapule," he answered her solemnly.

"Then you may proceed," the priestess responded, and gestured towards the mattress of woven Pandanus leaves.

Mr. DeLuis took Lisa by the hand - the poor girl looked slightly scared, but clearly tried to put on a brave face as she was led across to the mattress. I couldn't blame her - I quite remember feeling terrified when I lost my virginity, and that was in private in the bedroom of my then boyfriend rather at the summit of an extinct volcano in front of a crowd of friends and family. But then I guessed it was just the way things were done here.

Marea later explained it all to me - it was a father's responsibility to nominate a man to take his daughter's virginity. He had to be someone the father trusted and respected, and in Lisa's case he had chosen one of his closest friends that both twins regarded as almost being an uncle to them. Likewise, she went on to explain, it was a mother's duty to nominate a suitably trustworthy woman to take her son's virginity. Once Mr. DeLuis was finished with Lisa, it would be Aiden's turn to lie on the mattress with a woman of his mother's choosing.

Lisa laid back on the mattress and parted her legs in open preparation for her suitor to mount her. I could tell she was a little intimidated by Mr. DeLuis's fully engorged member, if the worried expression on her face was anything to go by. What became quickly evident was that there wasn't to be any foreplay involved, as if this imminent coupling was little more than a simple transaction of sorts. DeLuis positioned himself between Lisa's splayed legs, and with his arms locked straight he shuffled his hips around as he lined up the drooling tip of his penis with Lisa's entrance. All of a sudden he lunged his hips forward and Lisa let out a yelp as he roughly entered her. The sound of Lisa's pained gasp took me back to that night when I lost my virginity - a girl never forgets that moment! I don't suppose boys ever forget the first time they enter a woman either, though of course not being male I couldn't even begin to make any kind of direct comparison.

The assembled throng of islanders applauded and cheered, and some of them chanted words in the local language that I couldn't understand, as the priestess, with Jackson and Marea by her side, observed and presided over the young woman's very public deflowering. Aiden stood silently beside them, his penis monumentally erect and throbbing in the anticipation of knowing that his turn would come next.

I scanned the crowd of onlookers and noticed that almost every single one of the men was by that point either erect or becoming erect - Patrick included, despite his initial desire not to bear witness to Lisa's first sexual encounter. I suspected that quite a few of the women were likewise aroused by what they were witnessing - and though I'm ashamed to admit it, I include myself among their number. The only man that didn't appear to be sporting an erection was Jackson - I guess it would be quite inappropriate for a father to be seen with an erection whilst witnessing his own daughter surrendering her virginity to his friend.

I returned my attention to Lisa and her nominated suitor who by now was vigorously rutting himself into her, his muscular buttocks clenching rhythmically with each thrust. I looked at Lisa for any sign that she might be in distress, but all I could see was a young woman feeling something she'd never felt before, and apparently enjoying every moment of it. The sounds she was making were certainly an indication that despite the initial discomfort of her first penetration, her body's natural instinct to mate had taken over.

The twilight air was filled with the unmistakable sounds of sex - Lisa's gasps and moans, Franklin's grunts and groans, and the sound of bare skin slapping against bare skin. Gradually, as DeLuis approached his climax, his thrusts increased in pace and ferocity - he clearly wasn't giving poor Lisa a gentle introduction to sex. Not that Lisa seemed to mind - she looked up at him as he rutted into her and the expression on her face was not one of fear or discomfort, but was a look of joy and fulfilment.

"Ugh! Ungh! Hmmff! Nnggh! Hah! Hah-h-h-a-a-h! Ohh-h-h..." Franklin grunted like a stag as he climaxed and delivered his seed into her.

Lisa screwed her eyes shut as she felt her first male ejaculation explode deep inside her. I knew she'd remember that feeling for the rest of her life. I was instantly taken back to the first time I made love without the protection of a condom, which was with Patrick on our wedding night. It was a sensation that sent a shockwave right through me. Like many catholics, Patrick didn't believe in using contraception and having sex before marriage, so that first time together on our wedding night was a definite step into the unknown for both of us - more so for Patrick, since it wasn't just his first time with me, it was his first time ever. I quite like to boast sometimes among my female friends that I took my husband's virginity.

As DeLuis breathlessly came to a gradual halt he looked down at Lisa and smiled at her - he traced his fingers across her left cheek and kissed her briefly on the lips.

"Thank you, Mr. DeLuis," she whispered up at him.

"It was a pleasure, Lisa," he replied softly to her.

And then he lifted himself up and withdrew from her, his still engorged penis glistening in the light of the fires. The gathering applauded, which echoed off the sheer rock walls of the volcanic crater below us.

"Lisa is a virgin no longer," the priestess announced as Jackson helped his newly deflowered daughter to her feet.

They shared a brief hug and a paternal kiss on her cheek and rejoined her mother and brother. Further familial hugs and kisses followed as the family welcomed her back into their fold. Jackson then thanked and shook the hand of his friend.

Now it was Aiden's turn to be deflowered.

"Marea," the priestess turned to our landlady. "Who have you chosen to take your son's virginity?"

"I choose Agatha DeLuis, Madame Kahunapule," she answered.

The chosen woman stepped out from the crowd and stood before the priestess just as her husband had done earlier.

"I am Agatha DeLuis, Madame Kahunapule," the woman said as she stood before the priestess.

"Do you accept this sacred duty to take Aiden's virginity?"

"I do, Madame Kahunapule."

"Then you may proceed," the priestess said, and gestured once again towards the mattress of woven Pandanus leaves.

The woman took Aiden's hand and guided him towards the mattress. Like his sister before him, he laid himself out on the bed of woven Pandanus mats. Unlike his sister however, he kept his legs very much together. Thus laid submissively on his back, his fully engorged penis pulsated and tapped a light but steady rhythm on his lower belly.

If ever there was a moment when I wished I could be someone else, as I stood there and watched Agatha DeLuis stand astride Aiden's hips and squat down over him, now was definitely one of those moments! Oh, how I wished that I could have had the honour of taking this attractive young man for the first time!

Agatha smiled down benignly at the boy, a smile that he nervously returned up to her.

"You ready?" she asked him.

He nodded in reply, though clearly very nervous about being deflowered.

Agatha took hold of Aiden's penis and gave it a couple of strokes. She squatted a little lower, pulled his foreskin down to unveil his bare glans, guided the tip of his erection towards her fleshy folds, and then lowered herself onto him.

Aiden gasped as he felt the heat of a woman's vagina enveloping his penis for the very first time. Once again the crowd of onlookers and well-wishers applauded and chanted in the indigenous tongue. Aiden was a virgin boy no longer, now he was a man like his father, and could finally take his place among the menfolk.

Agatha placed her hands upon Aiden's chest and rocked and gyrated her hips, riding him like he was a young colt. He responded by reaching up to her and placing his hands on her hips - he had a look on his face that portrayed a young man in a state of blissful joy.

Just as her husband had been assertive, for want of a better word, with Lisa a few minutes earlier, so Agatha rode Aiden with equal measures of assertiveness. Like many young men his age, Aiden was like a coiled spring in his sexual inexperience, and it wasn't long - only a minute or so, in fact - before he grimaced and panted and his whole body stiffened, and he cried out in joyous rapture as he came. His orgasm was brief, as indeed most male orgasms are, but it looked as though it was no less as intense as a woman's, and as it reached its conclusion after just a few seconds of ecstatic grunting and panting, his whole body relaxed and he let out a long and contented sigh. Agatha had done her job of introducing him to the joys of intercourse very well indeed.

"Thank you, Aunty Aggie," Aiden said softly once she ceased her pelvic gyrations.

"Thank you, dear Aiden," she responded, and leant over to kiss him. "You did really well for your first time. I enjoyed taking your virginity."

As she lifted herself off of him his now spent penis flopped wetly onto his belly, and the gathering broke out into applause once more.

"Aiden is a virgin no longer," the priestess announced.

Marea helped her son to his feet and the Mahi'ai family once again embraced each other in a group hug as the applause echoed around the crater. Marea hugged and thanked her friend for taking Aiden's virginity.

Both twins had now been stripped of their clothes and had lost their virginities, but the formalities were not quite over with yet - there was one last hurdle to cross before Lisa and Aiden could fully take their place as adult members of Blackwell's community.

"Now that both Lisa and Aiden are adult members of our island community, it is time for them to receive their Ohana Māka'u," the priestess announced. "Lisa, will you please come and lay across the Māka'u Papa."

Lisa did as she was asked and laid herself across the table with the curved end. So now I finally knew what it was called, and I later found out that Māka'u Papa translated rather simply as "Marking Table". Despite the rather exotic sounding words, it turns out that most translations from the Pā'ele tongue turn out to be pretty banal and mundane! The table looked so much like an Olympic vaulting table that for a moment I expected her to take a run-up at it and perform a perfect Piked Tsukahara over it. But as soon as Lisa positioned herself bent across the table's curved end with her feet planted on the rocky ground and her breasts resting on the top of the table its odd design suddenly made sense - it positioned her so that her bottom was perfectly presented for the priestess to give Lisa her family's Ohana Māka'u.

The priestess opened her Kīeke and took out her tattooing equipment. If I had been expecting it to be performed with a modern tattoo gun that one might hear buzzing away in any tattoo parlour back home in England, I was very much mistaken! This tattoo would be done with traditional equipment. The process began by Mrs. Opuni marking out the Mahi'ai family marking of a triangle inscribed within two concentric circles onto Lisa's right buttock with a modern felt tip marker. That was about the only piece of modern day equipment the priestess would use. Once she had finished that she slipped on a pair of latex gloves and unwrapped a traditional style tattooing needle from a sterile plastic sleeve, and dipped it into a small pot of ink. The needle, it turned out, was to a centuries old traditional Polynesian design that resembled a sort of very finely toothed comb that in times past would have been made from bone and be reused, this modern version however was made of surgical steel and designed to be disposable.

"Be courageous, my child - you shall feel pain but as a strong woman you will be able to bear it," the priestess said softly into Lisa's ear.

She placed the ink-laden needle against Lisa's soft gluteal skin and very lightly tapped it a few times. Lisa shrieked as she felt the points of the needle puncture her skin. I had to wince at that moment - it looked pretty painful from where I was standing. I remembered Jenni telling me it was painful when she'd had hers done - at the time I didn't believe her, thinking that it'd been done in a modern tattoo parlour with modern equipment and maybe even with some anaesthetic gel to lessen the pain, but now I understood exactly what she'd meant.

Mrs. Opuni, clearly very well practiced over the years, worked quickly delivering several taps and then dipping the needle into the ink before delivering several more rapid taps into the skin of Lisa's right buttock. The poor girl looked in quite a bit of discomfort as the Ohana Māka'u was gradually inked in, with the priestess pausing every so often to dab away her blood with a pad of sterile gauze. But to her credit, Lisa stoically endured it all, and some ten minutes later it was all over.