amaralasong - Somalian Ceremony
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[F] Somalian Ceremony Submission Date: 2007-09-04By: Amara [Bi] [Clitorectomy] [Female Circumcision]
A young western woman learns of a strange custom.
Somalian Ceremony
I met Semelo at University. He was a foreign exchange student from Somalia - a large, dark, and handsome man. I only knew him a short time before I was madly in love with him. In spite of his imposing figure, Semelo was a gentle and quiet person. We were well matched - I was a somewhat shy girl who often preferred the company of books to other people. Perhaps this meekness is why I let everything that happened to me happen.
Our relationship was wonderful, but nothing sexual had occured in the early days. He told me that he would only touch a woman who he was going to marry, and that the ceremony could only occur back at his home country. I agreed to go with him after only 3 months of dating.
I should note that prior to this trip I was sexually inexperienced. I would masturbate sometimes (thinking of Semelo), and had some action with a few guys here and there. Never actually been penetrated though, which made Semelo extremely happy. Virgins were well prized at home, he claimed.
My parents refused to come with me (they never approved of our relationship, which is another story). I embarked on the long plane ride with Semelo in tow, and our excitement building for the marriage and our future together. We were not planning on staying in Somalia - just to go long enough for the wedding and a short visit.
During the flight, Semelo explained that there would be an unusual ceremony that I would have to undergo. I knew already of his people's custom of female circumcision, and assumed that I would be exempt. He explained, however, that the procedure would just involve a "small nick" at the end of my clitoris, and not any kind of actual removal. I was uncomfortable with even that - but willing to go along with it for the sake of our love.
Once we arrived at his village, everyone was very excited. He had a large family who greeted him in their own language - and the chatter went on for the entire day and night. Everyone was very nice to me, even though I was somewhat of a curiousity. A thin blonde girl really stood out amongst this village of dark skinned folk. I met his family, and we carried on some conversations through Semelo. The feasting and drinking went on for hours. All in all, a wonderful night.
The next day, Semelo told me that it was time to go to the "purity ceremony" with his female relatives. He was not allowed to go, and would await me back at the village. I was very nervous, but he assured me everything would be alright. Foolishly, I believed him.
His sister came and took me to a hut near the edge of his village. She chattered with me in her language and smiled frequently - all I could really do was nervously smile back. As we approached the hut, I noticed several other women outside. They were all chattering and smiling with each other. It put me at ease somewhat.
I was escorted inside the hut. The place was small, there was a straw mat on the floor in the center of the room, and some metal objects sitting next to it. I also noted a few hot coals quietly burning on the other side of the matt.
Semelo's sister (who I later discovered was named Tamlia) was one of 5 women in the room with me. She made a motion for me to take off my clothes. It was awkward, but I stripped to my underwear with these women staring at my body. One I was down to my underwear, I just kind of stood there. Tamlia laughed and made a "keep going" gesture. I took off my top first and let my pert breasts pop out (I had always loved how my breasts look - they are B cups, but they are really nicely shaped - and firm). The women's eyes were on my panties though. I slowly slipped them off my legs. It was seriously odd having all 5 women eyeing my pubic hair, as though trying to see something. Tamlia bade me to lie down on the mat, and at this point I was just ready to be done with this ceremony.
I lied on the mat, with my back to the floor. Tamlia had me lift my pelvic area up so she could slip a pillow underneath my pelvic area. From here, she kind of moved my legs open so I was lying with my exposed vagina to all the women. The chatter picked up at this point, and the topic was clearly my clitoris. The women were taking turns coming in to look at it, jabbing each other good naturedly and smiling. This was extremely uncomfortable - I didn't like being the center of attention at the best of times, and less so when the topic was my pussy!
It was Tamlia who quieted everyone down. The 4 women all took a position at each of my 4 limbs, and sat crosslegged resting my foot or hand in their own hands. I was scared and it showed, I was visibly shaking. I was hoping that this would be a small nick and not hurt much, and that I could get out of this hut soon.
Tamlia sat crosslegged in front of my spread open pussy. I couldn't see exactly what she was doing from my angle, but I suddenly felt her hands start to trace around my labial area! I kind of shuddered when she did this, and she carried on for about a minute, mapping the geography of my genital region. Everyone was completely silent now, and I could hear my own nervous breathing.
I could now feel her fingers on my clit. She started rubbing it between her 2 fingers, and it became erect as an involuntary reaction. The women holding my hands were staring very intently at Tamlia's ministrations. For my part, my breathing became somewhat faster and I licked my lips. Tamlia kept going - using the same motion she kept moving my engorged clit between her fingers, faster and faster. My reaction was embarassing and I tried not to let myself go, but it was unavoidable. There was something so very erotic about this situation, and it excited something in me. The women stared intently as my breating picked up and my hips started rolling rythmically. Something wet suddenly was suckling on my clitoris! Tamlia had put it in her mouth and began to suckle on it like a small nipple. I literally screamed with pleasure as I came in her mouth. I could feel waves of pleasure as I squirted Tamlia's face with my sex juices. She kept suckling hard while I spent everything I could, bucking and screaming in pure ecstacy.
After a few moments, everything was quiet again except my quick breaths. I could feel the wetness on my thighs (I must have made quite a mess).
As I lay on the mat, totally spent, I suddenly felt tension as the women holding my arms gripped tightly. Then, suddenly and without warning, the blade came. All I felt was a sudden flash of white hot pain as I let out another scream, this one of agony, as my clitoris was sliced from my body.
I kept screaming and trying to get free to protect my damaged sex, but the women held me tight. I felt a burn as something was applied to the wound where my clit used to be, likely to stop the bleeding. This just caused me to scream again. I don't recall how long exactly I wailed for (it seemed like forever), but eventually it settled to a dull whimper. At this, the women let me go.
I sat up and my hands instinctively went to protect my nether region. It hurt badly, but the worst was over. Tamlia still sat in front on me, holding a small piece of severed bloody flesh in her hand. I stared at her with a look of shock and betrayal - and then tears came down my face. We sat in silence for long moments as she looked at me with a sweet look of compassion, almost as though her eyes were saying sorry. At length, she stood up and offered me her hand. I took it and tried to stand up as well. The pain was great again, and it took me minutes to just get myself upright. Tamlia was slow and understanding, and helped every step of the way. Her face was close to mine, and I could smell my own juices on her still.
The other women had left the hut at some point, but I heard noises outside. Tamlia fastened my bra back onto me (but not my panties). And began to slowly walk me out the door (my walk was basically a shuffle at this point, and I was still numb with pain).
When I finally made it outside, there was a crowd of people standing about. I could feel blood trickle down my leg - I was still scared to even touch my wounded pussy. Tamlia held up my severed clit, and everyone cheered aloud. There were still tears in my eyes, then I crumpled to the ground and passed out.
When I awoke, Semelo was smiling and standing next to me. It was dark outside, and I was naked on a bed. I felt a dull ache between my legs. I weakly asked him if he knew that this would happen to me, but he didn't answer. Instead, I felt his finger touch my vaginal opening. I started to panic (this will hurt!) but he gave me a quiet shush and put his hand on my forehead. I lied still - Semelo could always calm me so easily.
His finger slid into my pussy. It felt pleasant - almost a distraction from the dull throb just above it. He moved his finger around gently, and I shut my eyes. He kept the motion very slow, and it did feel nice. I winced with pain as I felt arousal set in - the part of the erectile tissue was no longer present - but it was temporary. I felt for the second time in one day the feel of a tongue on my privates - this one was at the entry to my pussy. I could not see him, but his ministrations were wonderful. I was in pain in one part, and getting pleasure in the other area!
I lay there in the darkness as Semelo enjoyed licking my pussy. He stayed away from the recent wounding, and kept to the lower regions. He suckled my labia and tongued the moist hole. I didn't have an orgasm as such, but it was a very nice feeling, and it put my back to sleep after some time. A very peaceful sleep.
It has been a year since we were in Somalia. Semelo and I were wed, and he loves to lick and stroke my vagina. Sex for the first time was interesting - it didn't hurt, but I haven't had a powerful orgasm since the ceremony. I get little "bursts" of pleasure that are somewhat similar to the old pleasures when Semelo goes down on me, but sex itself does nothing much for me. As for whether or not Semelo knew what was really going to happen, I never asked the question again - and he sure isn't telling me.
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