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darkboy - String of Pearls, a Prelude

String of Pearls: A Prelude

The four girls had been best friends since childhood. Katrina was tall and brunette, with small, perky breasts, nearly completely flatchested, actually, and narrow hips. She was long-legged like a supermodel, and managed to exude sex despite her boyish frame, as if she challenged every man she saw. Anna was more plump, she was a sweet blonde with voluptuous breasts and a beautiful round ass. Christie was the playful, outgoing one of the bunch. She had medium brown hair and big, bright eyes. She was always gathering the girls together, taking them out dancing or wherever. Finally, Patrice was the intellectual. She had dark brown hair, almost black, a perfect average sized body, and wore glasses that made her look like a sexy librarian.

They stayed close through high school, though they noticed they were moving in different directions by the time they graduated. They kept in touch through college, and got together every break when they were all at home. They developed in different directions through college, and might not have stayed friends except for one notable interest they all shared. They were all extremely sexual girls, and they competed with each other over the school year to outdo each other in sexual tales come next break.

Over time, they found that they had to push the boundaries farther and farther in order to keep up with each other. Christie had the record for fucking the most men at one time, she had taken fourteen once at a party. Katrina was the one who started getting into bondage, and SM. Anna had had one steady boyfriend for most of college, but he was extremely kinky and got her into a lot of things, which she shared with the others. No one ever would have guessed it was sweet little Anna's stories which first enlightened Katrina into some of her more esoteric practices. But he had left her, so now she mostly just masturbated, too shy to find another partner. Patrice, although she had tried everything, rarely tried things first, and none of the habits stuck. She always seemed to be one step behind the others, but it was Spring Break of their senior year when she took first place for good.

They were sitting around the living room of the house that Anna shared with several other students. She was the only one who had stayed in their hometown for college, so they usually crashed at her place when they were back and wanted to avoid their parents. No one else was home. The couple, Ricky and Yvette, were visiting her parents and Martin, a pothead drummer who was the fourth roommate, was away for spring break.

Assured of their privacy, the four of them had been swapping sex stories as usual, but this year everything seemed a little bland. Anna had been single for over a year now, and didn't have anything to add except a new record for how many times she'd masturbated in one day. She could still remember how sore her clit was after that. Neither Katrina nor Christie had any new records to add. Christie told about a frat party she had gone too, but halfway through she realized how already-done it sounded. Katrina told them of being tied up, hung from the ceiling and whipped by her 50 year old dom, but she'd been seeing him for over a year now. Even that was starting to sound ho-hum. She still liked it, but she wanted something new, something exciting.

Nobody even asked Patrice to share, so finally she had to clear her throat to get their attention. She leaned forward into the silence and said, "Would you like to hear what I've been doing?"

The other three immediately perked up and gave out a chorus of yeses. Perhaps there would be something exciting to come out tonight after all.

Patrice swirled the glass of wine she was drinking, her face looking mysterious, then she continued, "There's this practice. It's extremely rare in the western world, but it has a strong tradition in many other parts of the world. You'll probably think it sounds strange at first, but please, just hear me out."

Christie burst out, "Well, are you going to tell us or not?" Anna chimed in, "Yeah!" Katrina simply raised one eyebrow eloquently. They were all a little drunk, on their second or third glass each.

Patrice looked around at each of them, as if measuring them, then finally said, "It's in the nature of a sacrifice. For women. It is very permanent. Are you sure you want to hear the rest?"

The others were intrigued now, especially Katrina, and all four of them leaned in a little closer. Katrina asked, trying to keep the eagerness out of her voice, "Does it involve cutting?"

Patrice nodded, set down her glass, pushed up her glasses, put her hands together, and said, "Have you ever heard of female circumcision?"

Anna and Kristina nodded, and Anna felt a tightening in her stomach. Christie just asked, "Circumcision? Isn't that only for boys?"

"Not exactly," Patrice said slowly, "I've been researching the topic for some time now. There are many forms of cutting that can happen to women. We may not have as much down there, but what we have is just as important, and it can be removed just the same."

"You mean the labia?" Christie asked. This was starting to pique her interest.

"Yes and no," Patrice added, "there are many varieties. The simplest forms involve only nicking the hood of the clitoris with a ceremonial knife. More advanced forms either remove the entire clitoris or just the tip. Frequently the inner labia are removed as well."

Christie frowned, a cute, puzzled pout, and said, "People actually do this?"

Katrina, a strange brightness in her eyes, came to Patrice's defense, "It doesn't sound so far out." Anna just pressed her knees closer together a little protectively.

Patrice nodded, light flashing off her glasses and said, "People do this. I will do this."

There was a moment of silence, and then Anna said, "You're kidding, right?"

Patrice leaned back in her armchair and folded one knee over the other, kicking her foot rapidly. Those who knew her well, including all present in this room, knew that this was a way she used to excite herself when in public. She could even orgasm from it given enough time. She seemed to have forgotten that they knew this, however, as she continued calmly, "I have actually been researching the subject for three years now, and I have grown quite fascinated by it. It has become my favorite fantasy."

Anna opened her mouth, but Christie said, "You fantasize about this?"

"I do." Patrice answered coolly, still kicking her leg, and continued, "I have come to fantasize about it every time I masturbate. I think about it every time I fuck a boy, every time he goes down on me, I imagine what it would be like to have those thick, strange, parts gone forever. I know every practice, every technique used around the world. I could list to you fifteen women right now, white, western women, who have chosen to do this either to fulfill their own fantasy or a fantasy of their partner.

"I like to look at their pictures online, and read their stories, and I want to be like them. I get so excited that after I'm done browsing, I have to have an orgasm, but I don't want to. I like to place a blade, like a knife, next to my clit, or scissors around it, and pretend that I'm about to cut it off. Then I touch it and pull on it, rub it like a little penis until I have my orgasm. I don't care about my lips. I just want my clit off."

The three other girls were completely silent, all of them aroused, none of them quite knowing what to say.

"Last winter, I decided to do it. I had just finished, my pussy was so wet, and my clit was still bulging between the blades of the scissors. I realized that I was done. I never wanted to orgasm again." Patrice said. Anna let out a little gasp.

Patrice continued, "But I decided to wait until I was here, with you three. I wanted to do it with you, and I want to do it before we all go back to school."

"We can do that!" Katrina exclaimed, fidgeting like it was all she could do to keep from running to the bathroom for a quick finger, as the others knew she had a tendency to do when she got excited. Anna had trapped her hands, palms together, between her thighs, and was looking a little uncertain.

Christie said, "Won't you miss having orgasms? You know, after?"

Patrice shrugged, "I haven't had one since I made the decision. I want that to have been my last one. I haven't missed them. It is hard to control myself sometimes. It'll be easier once I don't have the capacity any more."

Katrina let out a little groan, probably without realizing it, and said, "Excuse me, I need to use the restroom."

"Oh, stay, Kitty," Christie exclaimed, "We know what you're going there to do anyway. You can do it here, it's not like any of us have never seen a girl masturbate before."

Katrina looked at Christie with eyes of gratitude, lifted her skirt, and sat down heavily with her legs spread, her feet up on the couch beside her. The other girls all found their eyes drawn to the moist spot on her red silk panties. The temperature in the room increased a notch. Katrina slipped three fingers underneath the underwear and rubbed hard and fast over her clit. She let out a gasp of pleasure. She opened her eyes and rolled them back, letting her head fall back against the couch. Then she cried out as she came, and squirting jets of girl cum splurted out, soaking her panties as Katrina bit her lip to keep from screaming.

The girl cum ran in rivulets down her thighs and buttocks to pool on the leather couch. Katrina put her legs on the floor and pulled her skirt back down, failing to notice the mesmerized gaze of her three friends.

"Wow, that was fast!" Christie exclaimed, "I mean, I knew you said you could do it quickly, but I didn't realize... and you squirted!"

Katrina beamed, "It's a talent. But that was quick even for me!" Christie looked slightly jealous.

Anna, still clenching her thighs shut tight, turned back to Patrice and said, "You're really going to do this?"

Patrice nodded and said, "I have already had my last orgasm. My clitoris must be removed to prevent me from succumbing to future temptation."

Christie looked around the room at the four hot, sexual best friends, and said carefully, "Well, you shouldn't have to do it alone."

Her statement hung in the silence for a long moment, then Patrice said, "Are you sure? There's no going back."

Christie shrugged, "Sure. I mean, I don't care whether I orgasm. I just like getting fucked. Besides, I've had plenty of orgasms over college. Maybe after this, it's time I focus on something other than satisfying myself." She grinned, and her eyes twinkled, "I'll do it with you."

Surprisingly, Anna said softly, "Me too."

"What?" All three said, turning to face Anna.

Anna, turning red, lowered her face and said, still squeezing her thighs together, "I haven't been able to stop masturbating since Nick left me. Five, ten, fifteen times a day. I haven't even told you guys all of it. And I've done such... bad things. Like, with him. I don't want it anymore. I want it to be over."

Christie leaned over to touch Anna's knee and said, "Oh, sweetie, the things you've done aren't bad. Why don't you keep your clit, we can help you stop masturbating."

Anna looked up trembling, her face white, but her eyes gleaming with arousal, "I don't want to," she said firmly. Then she said, so quietly that the others could barely hear, "Besides, I've never heard something that turned me on so much."

Seeing the others looking at her with a new respect, she added shyly, "Would you guys mind if I touched myself here too?"

"Of course not!" Christie said. As Anna stood up to lift her skirt and start to pull her tights and underwear down over her well-developed thighs, Christie said, "We can all do it together! We can do it as a team, to prove our loyalty to each other, and our undying friendship!"

"You've got to be crazy!" Katrina cried, standing up suddenly, "I don't want to lose my clit!"

"This from the girl who just brought herself to orgasm in just over three seconds after I explained the procedure." Patrice pointed out coolly, still kicking her foot.

"You know you want to," Christie said in a mock-seductive tone of voice, playfully pinching at Katrina's arms and belly and nipples as she said, "It turns you on, admit it!"

Katrina couldn't say anything, just looked helplessly at the others, then they all burst out laughing, except Anna, who was struggling to get her panties off over her shoes.

Christie said, "We can string them together afterward, so that some part of us will always be together. It'll be like a string of pearls! We could even take turns wearing it as a necklace!"

"Alright, you've got me," Katrina admitted, thowing her arms up in the air, "I'm in!" Her show of reluctance did not conceal the gleam of arousal in her eyes.

Anna, now back on the couch with her naked legs pulled up to her chest, was still holding them shyly together. She said, "Guys? I'm shy... can I not be the only one to do be doing this?"

The four of them had always steered away from sexual contact with each other, as Anna was the only one with bi tendencies at all, but they looked around at each other and felt a connection, a bond of friendship, as they knew what they were about to do together.

"Sure." Christie shrugged, and started to slip off her jeans.

"I just did, but I guess I can again." Katrina said.

"I cannot. I can't have any orgasms, remember?" Patrice said.

"Oh come on," Christie said, "You don't have to come, just take off your clothes and touch yourself a little. It'll feel good, and we can all look at each other's doomed bits."

Patrice reluctantly began to disrobe, taking off her black shirt and sweater, and then reaching around behind her to unlatch her black bra.

"Promise me one thing, guys," Katrina said as Patrice's perfect white breasts with soft, pink nipples were revealed (which Anna couldn't keep her eyes off of). "We will have as much sex this week as we have ever had in our lives. We will go out and pick up guys every night and fuck our brains out. Let's go out with a bang."

Christie, kicking her jeans off and hooking her thumbs underneath her panties, said, "The ultimate sexual experience. Right on."

Katrina lifted her dress off over her head, revealing that she had nothing on underneath. Her tiny breasts still looked flat, even with no shirt, but her perky nipples tantalizingly made up for it. Patrice slipped off her black pants with her underwear, making her and Katrina the two totally nude ones, while Anna and Christie were nude from the waist down.

All four girls looked around at each other's bare pussies for the first time. Each of them, almost unconsciously, spread their legs so the others could get a good look. Patrice had a modest white clitoris forming a perky little V at the top of her pussy, and long, almost artistically folded inner labia. Katrina's pussy and lips seemed swollen and huge, spreading to envelop the shaft of a man. Her clit was of moderate size, but was hard to distinguish from the inviting flesh of her labia. Christie's small labia parted sensually, and her large clit, nearly the size of the last digit of her pinky, seemed pronounced and huge above her labia. Anna's labia curled out in two fleshy butterfly wings, and her clit was so small where they joined that the others had to look closely to distinguish it.

Slowly, sensually, each of them began to touch herself, knowing that soon they would not be able to do this any longer. The pleasure overtook each of them in turn, Anna at first, gasping as she pressed into herself, then Katrina, rolling her eyes as before, then Christie, gasping with increasing pace and strength, and finally Patrice, who let out a low, desperate moan, letting herself come closer to orgasm than she had in months as she stroked her hypersensitive clit.

Katrina, predictably, came first, screaming out loud as she squirted again. Anna, excited by the sight and sound of Katrina's orgasm, went over the edge next, letting out little-girl-like squeaks as she ground her tiny clit between her thumb and her pubic bone. Christie, circling her fingers down to her vagina and back up around her clit quickly, came forcefully, next. Patrice, on the edge, stopped all contact with her clit and simply pulled apart her inner labia, looking hard at her beautifully erect clit and envisioning cutting it off.

Somehow, this vision failed to bring her back down, and she glanced desperately up at the others, unsure if she could keep herself from cumming. The others, coming down from their own orgasms, were watching her struggle with interest. Patrice found herself humping her fingers, her mouth gaping open. She was still avoiding all contact with her clit, but the pressure of her fingers down either side of her slit was like liquid fire in her nerves, the skin pulling at her hypersensitive little node. She reached up and started pinching one nipple with her other hand, squeezing the breast almost accidentally. Gasping now, she looked back down at her tiny, engorged clit, knowing that very soon now she would be cutting it off for real. With that thought she came, still without touching her clit at all, just from the pulling on her skin caused by thrusting her labia against her spread fingers. She let out a deep, animal groan as the orgasm washed over her, still not even brushing her protruding, white clit, but pinching her nipple fiercely.

As she came down, she began to laugh a little ruefully, and said, "Well, so much for plans. I guess I'll let my parts have a little fun this week, too. After all, it's the last chance they'll have."

The three other girls cheered and came over to lift Patrice from her seat, where the four of them when romping and laughing to the kitchen to seek more drinks and make plans for the coming week, the last exploits they would have a clit to enjoy.