French Cousin

I was on tenterhooks when the buzzer to my apartment went. Her voice on the intercom sent a thrill through me and I buzzed her in. Running to my door I waited breathlessly. At last she walked down the hall and I watched her elegant body approach. She was in a black over the knee hip hugging skirt, an almost silver satin blouse, white pantyhose, and incredible T-strap pumps of thin supple leather mounted on 5” thin heels.

At the door I threw my arms around her, then stood back to admire here more as we performed the usual greetings of ‘My god, you look so good’ and the like. Little bullet nipples were punching out the front of her blouse and I tingled, the thought flashing through my mind ‘whats happening to you’. I leaned back to kiss her on the cheek, but she turned her head and our lips met. Very tentative, a quiver of mine, and of hers. I eased back, but she leaned in just a touch. She wanted to kiss this way! I moved forward and felt a flick of her tongue. Heat ran through my belly and into my crotch. I kissed her hard then and her hip moved between my legs and I pressed back. God what was I doing?

I was tonguing and sucking on her lips now and slipped and hand to her blouse and caressed the tit I found, at the same time shifting my hip into her crotch. Without a further word we eased back and Belinda unbuttoned her blouse. My hand went inside to her hard pointed 32C breast. We clasped each other again and I felt her hands behind me undoing the zip on my skirt. I eased back and let it fall to the floor.

Our eyes met and we both knew no words were needed. She shucked her blouse while I undid her belt, pushed down and let her skirt fall away. Not pantyhose, but a very lacy garter belt holding up ever so sheer white stockings – all of which framed a bare smooth cunt! I gasped and felt the fire in my crotch spread through my whole body. God she was beautiful and I, another woman, was getting turned on by it. Quickly she had my blouse off, and I unsnapped my bra to let my 34D tits fall out. Then my panties were off. The next thing I knew I had her hand and we were running to the bedroom.

I yanked the bedspread off and we fell onto the satin top sheet, nylon slithering against nylon, shoe leather clicking against shoe leather. I jumped up and grabbing her ankles pulled her lower on the bed, then slipped in beside her in a 69 position. I was astounded with myself, but couldn’t help or restrain what I was doing. Belinda was delicious, and I found myself copying her actions on my own cunt – tongue up and down her slit, chewing on her lips searching for her clit. She had easily found mine and teased it, then moved on, only to come back. I came with a shudder, but had failed to bring her off. I focused my eyes on her now wide open cunt and could only see a little bump where I expected a clit. I rammed my tongue into it and she bucked. I tried again, harder and with a rubbing motion. BAM! She went into an orgasm like I had certainly never felt, trembling all over and bucking her hips, groaning and sucking on her fingertips.

I turned around then, and put my head on her chest, flicking one of those bullet nipples while we caught our breath. As we cuddled, we began to talk about what we should have from the beginning – her trip and recent happenings in France. Finally I had to ask: “Your clit, uh, is it, difficult…. when it’s so small”?

“Oh, it wasn’t always that small. Back when we were seventeen, eighteen back when I wanted you so much…”

I butted in, “When you wanted me? If I’d only known. I didn’t know what it was, but I wanted you too, but knew it was wrong.”

“Not wrong, just our parents opinion of wrong,” she whispered back, “but my clitty was like maybe three quarters of an inch long then. I had it cut off two years ago.”

I gasped, “WHY!”

“Have you ever been screwing a guy, and you know, you come quickly and then can’t do it again, so he’s just there banging away and you’re not enjoying it any more?’

“Yeah, that’s me. I come and that’s it for most of the day. I come, and I come quickly, then it’s all over.”

“Well, that’s me too. I learned that with your clit cut it takes a long time to come, and you don’t mind if you don’t because you’ll be horny for hours, and want to screw until you do come. I learned a lot over there, and found a clinic that would do it. In fact, when I got cut there was a woman in the next bed who had just got hers done. I learned that the clinic does maybe four or five a week. It’s become quite fashionable in Europe, at least in France to get it cut.”

“God it sounds exciting, erotic. It could solve my problem too. Too bad they don’t do it here,” I said wistfully.

“But I could do it for you. I’ve already done four friends in Paris,” Belinda whispered in my ear.

“What? I mean really? And everything went fine?”

“Everything came off just fine.” and as I turned my head I could see her grinning.

“And your orgasm was so strong…..”

“Oh yes, when you don’t come so easy, then you come very powerfully.”

“Would you… I mean. Oh hell, Belinda cut me! Cut my clit off! Please?” I pleaded.

“If you really want. But first we’ll have to make sure you’ve got some things here to do it right. And we’ll have to shave your bush off. Hair can carry so many germs. I started shaving just before I left, and have never stopped.”

“And you looked so beautiful bare and smooth when I took your skirt off. I’d love to look that way clit or no clit.”

“OK, then, lets see what you’ve got I can work with. And if you change your mind, well just say so.”

We scurried around the apartment, heels clicking on the bare surfaces. She poked into cupboards and drawers, into the medicine cabinet, mumbling to herself, bending into low drawers. I was behind her, then, admiring her butt and those marvelous heels. Pointed toes, but not too long, with lots of toe cleavage showing. The sides high in the front, swooping low along the arch, then back up to the cross strap and high heel cups, and that delectable narrow T strap up the front. An almost 1930’s look with a 2002 heel, higher than anything I owned. Belinda felt my silence and stood, turning around asked, “Do you like the grown up me?”

“Oh yes! Do you like the grown up me too?”

She answered by cupping my breasts, lifting them, and thumbing my nipples. Oh yes, ‘cut my clit’ raced through my mind.

Soon there was a little pile of goodies on the table. Shishkabob skewers, elastic bands, alcohol, a very thin knife with the snap off blades….

“We’ll need something for local anaesthetic,” she said. “Got anything?”

“I don’t know,” and wracked my brain. “Some stuff to kill toothache pain,” I finally responded.

“That should do.” We went to the bathroom again to get it.

“While we’re here we might as well get your cunt bare,” she stated.

As I sat on the toilet, she used some little scissors to clip away much of my hair, then lathered my crotch all over, working the brush hard into my clit.

“Hurry Bel, hurry and cut it off!”

“All in good time.”

With a little hand razor she stroked me smooth and then wiped me clean. I stood and admired her work in the mirror. I put my hand to it immediately and enjoyed the slick smoothness.

“Like it now?”

“Oh yes. God, it’s beautiful like yours!” We walked around picking up a few more things, and all the while I couldn’t keep my hands off of my cunt.

At last I was stretched out on the bed, legs spread wide. “Do you still want me to remove your clit?” she asked. “Last chance to say no.”

“I want it off Bel! I really want you to cut it, cut it right off of me. Now!”

First I was swabbed with alcohol, some of it dribbling into my slit and tingling my clit. She had taken two shishkabob skewers and bound them tightly with elastic bands then wedged them open with two erasers. This tool she placed into my slit until it was laying right up and down my crack with my clit in the opening. Then, using a short piece of plastic tubing, she placed an open end onto my clit sucked it up into the tubing. Nice! Out came the erasers and snap, it closed onto the base of my clit. Uuunnh! Now that felt so good. Yes there was pain, but a nice exciting pain.

Belinda then hopped back on the bed, sitting at the bottom with her delicious heels near my hips, her delicious cunt displayed so nicely. I stroked those lovely white stockings and asked, “What are we doing now?”

“We’re waiting for your clit to die. I don’t mean to be morbid, but we don’t want a lot of blood so we’ll just let it die. That’ll take about twenty minutes.”

I pushed up and looked down. Her device was laying in my slit, the ends sticking out, sharp and pointed, and my mind thought of some futuristic time when women would wear something like that, and nothing else. Maybe made of some fancy, shiny, scientific metal, and oh, hip high silver boots on thin shiny pointed heels. My clit was turning dark purple already. Her leg slipped over mine and I looked down to see the heel one of my shiny patent pumps almost touching her cunt. She grinned at me and I again admired her cunt, telling her so this time. It looked so nice and she looked so comfortable that way, bare and inviting. She wiggled closer.

Did she want my heel in her? I looked tentatively at her and wiggled my foot. Closer again she came, and I tilted the heel directly towards her cunt. One more wiggle and I was in her.

“Ummm” she cooed, and snuggled further onto it.

“While we wait,” she commented, “Let me tell you more about life in Paris.”

I got deeply interested in her tales of Embassy parties, Paris clubs, the fashion shows, and all the new shoe styles, ( caressed one of her kidskin pumps) then went to feel my smooth cunt and hit my clit. Practically no feeling at all.

“I think it’s time to cut,” Belinda said as she hopped off the bed and reached for the little knife. “What do you think? I mean, it’s too late now, it has to come off, but what do you think about how you feel?”

“I’m ever so horny, if that’s what you mean. The clamps still feel great, and I’m still just as convinced. Cut away!”

With that Belinda put on some latex gloves, clicked a few notches out on the knife and cleaned it with alcohol. Then she made a tiny cut down the side of my clit, squeezing out blood and blotting it away with tissue. “Not so messy draining it first,” she said. “Did you feel anything?’

“Mostly a scratchy feeling as you cut, then when you squished it I tingled all the way back to my ovaries.”

“Perfect! OK, I have to leave for a moment, be right back,” and she clattered off to the kitchen where I heard some clicking of stove knobs. That left me puzzled for a moment, but I was far too entranced with my gored clit (now just a ever so pale pink blob) and my hot vagina to worry about that.

“I’m back. Here we go kiddo!” Again she cleaned the gleaming blade until light sparkled off of the sharp edge, and I made ready by grabbing each nipple and pulled them out until my tits were pointy, bracing myself for some serious pain.

I watched the sparkling blade approach my flesh with excitement. Belinda laid it flat against the wood skewers and plucked up the tip of my clit up with tweezers. Whisht went the blade and my clit was in the air. There was a moment of stunning pain that quickly turned into a ball of heat that flooded my groin. I came! Over and over I came, bucking and thrashing with desire and delight. At last it subsided and I lay still.

“Good huh?” Belinda asked. “It usually happens like that. Be right back.”

Again I listened to the sound of her heels going to the kitchen and back. Then I saw her with a glowing red knife blade she must have heated on the stove.

“Hold very still baby. Not a twitch.” A little ‘fft’ sound and the smell of charred wood and seared flesh wafted past my nose. She pulled the clamp apart and lifted it way. I stared at the remains of my clit, just a nubbins of a stump with a black tip, and I was so exhilarated I wanted to come again. Quickly she applied some burn ointment. That drove me right up the wall. Not the ointment, her rubbing me. “What do you think baby?”

“Beautiful, just beautiful. When can you eat me?”

“Look, you need some sleep, and a couple of pain killers because in an hour or so it’s going to hurt like hell. By tomorrow you’re going to be feeling good though, and maybe in three or four days I can eat you.”

“But I need it now, I’m so horny.”

“OK, do you have a vibrator? You can handle that. It might help you relax and get some sleep.”

“Right there in the bedside table.

“OK. Ease it in and enjoy. I’d like to use it when you’re done. I’m pretty horny just now too!”

“Sure, when I’m done.”

“Thanks. I’ll come back in say half an hour and check on you.” She laid a blanket over me and left.

I awoke some time later and noticed the vibrator was gone. Belinda had made use of it. Good for her. When she came in again she had a tray laden with a meal for us both. As we were eating I asked her, “Where are you are you staying? How long are you staying?”

“I’m at a hotel near the airport, and I’m staying until I find work.”

“Why don’t you stay here?

“I could, but wouldn’t that sort of put a crimp in your love life?”

“No, I think it might do the reverse. Anyway I don’t have a boyfriend right now, and I don’t think I’ll be rushing to find one. You know the city, take my car and bring your stuff here. Obviously I need to know more about girl girl love.”