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And God said to Abraham, "As for you, you shall keep my covenant, you and your descendants after you throughout their generations. This is my covenant, which you shall keep, between me and you and your descendants after you: Every male among you shall be circumcised. You shall be circumcised in the flesh of your foreskins, and it shall be a sign of the convenant between me and you Genesis 17: 9-11 It was the end of a long, hot summer in upstate New York. Camilla Weisberg had spent her summers there for as long as she could remember, away from the noise and congestion of the city. Now it was coming to an end; her great-grandmother, Nanni, moving into a nursing home, and the old house which had been in the family since 1906, sold. Camilla climbed up the back stairs into the dusty attic. Her relatives had only a few weeks to clean out the home before it was taken over by the new owners. In the attic were mementos the Weisbergs had collected over many lifetimes. Camilla's eye fell upon an ornate wooden box, covered in dust, resting in a corner of the attic. She opened it. Inside was a flat brass object shaped like a harp and a small sharp, double-edged knife both bearing Hebrew lettering. She took them over to Nanni. "Those belonged to your great-great-grandfather" Nanni explained, "for many years he was the only mohel in this area and those were his instruments. They're from the old country, hand-made and very rare. Take them if you wish." Camilla wrapped the box carefully in a tablecloth and placed it in her knapsack. Back in the city she placed the box with its contents on the top of the dresser in her room. It was a busy time of year, her older sister Rebecca, at nineteen, was a freshman at SUNY. Rebecca, or Becky as everyone called her, had the Weisberg's hair, long, curly black with deep bluish highlights that gave it a sparkling, electric appearance when she moved. Her eyes were large and almond-shaped, a warm, dark brown, set off against a slightly olive skin with full, dark lips and a slender face, high chekbones. Camilla, four years younger than her sister, had a slightly wider face, the same hair eyes and mouth, wide hips and full, round breasts capped with thick, prominent nipples that showed through her white school shirt. She attended a private high school and got good grades. She had never been a relgious person; most of her family had given up their faith for a secular lifestyle. Now, Camilla's interest was piqued by the contents of the old box. At the library, she found an old book of Jewish traditions which outlined the milah practiced for over three millenia by her forebearers. The small knife, she learned, was called an izmail and the brass object was a shield. They were used by the mohel during the Chituch, the removal of the foreskin. Priah was the next step, the mohel's fingernail splitting the remaining skin up to the edge of the corona and pushed back to fully uncover the glans. The final step, the Metzizah was the drawing the blood out of the wound which was traditionally done by mouth. Becky brough some books home from the university library on Jewish traditions for Camilla to study. Becky came back home on weekends from university and about the middle of October brought home her current boyfriend Gunther. He was a graduate student from Germany, studying sociology. Becky confided in Camilla that she had never slept with Gunther but that she had messed around a bit with him. "He's European and not circumcised", said Becky, "It's something I'm having a hard time getting over. His cock is magnificent, but that big slimy foreskin ruins it all." A few nights later, Camilla received a call from her sister. "I was talking to Gunther and he is willing to have a circumcision but he's a student and doesn't have any medical insurance and is short of cash. You've been studying the milah, maybe you could help us?" She was shocked but it quickly gave over to a curious warm feeling and she agreed to help her sister the next weekend. Becky and Gunther arrived early on a Friday evening. Mr and Mrs Weinberg had left early in the afternoon to see Nanni in the nursing home and wouldn't be back until Sunday. After a light dinner, the two sisters and Gunther went upstairs to her bedroom. While Gunther showered, Camilla got the box, sharpened the izmail, cleaned off the shield and lowered the lights in the bedroom. Gunther came back from his shower wearing a robe. Becky took a seat on a large chair with Gunther in front. She moved her legs in front of his pulling them apart and locked his arms in hers. Camilla knelt in front of Gunther, unfastened his robe and pulled it back revealing his huge, uncircumcised penis. She grasped the thick foreskin between her thumb and index finger, rubbing it and getting a feel for its thickness. Out of curiousity she pulled it back ucovering the dark, flaring (and very sticky) glans. Even though it was soft it measured at least one and a quarter inches across. Gently she pulled the foreskin back up over the glans and teased it forward poking the glans back down with her little finger. When she had gathered up all the foreskin that she could, Camilla picked up the shield and pushed it over the foreskin. Tugging at the foreskin she made sure that all of it was in front of the shield. She laughed a bit at how wrinkly and funny looking it was. Now she grasped the foreskin with her left hand and put it on the stretch. With her right hand she picked up the sharpened izmail and positioned it against the shield. About two inches of skin was stretched in front of the shield; she moved the izmail down, just touching the top of the skin, making a small cut and drawing the tiniest amount of blood. Gunther must have felt it as he gave a slight gasp. Camilla steeled herself and in a single movement brought the sharpened metal down and severed Gunther's foreskin. Now she worked quickly, pulling the bleeding skin back from around the glans penis. Inserting the fingernail of her right little finger under the skin she cut down to the corona, splattering her face and shirt with small drops of blood. She kept tugging at the skin, cutting with her nail, little by little removing the remaining skin, giving Gunther a nice, tight circumcision. Finally she worked all the way around removing a strip of bloody skin and pulling the remaining skin on the shaft up to meet the bloody edge of the corona. It was now time for the Metzizah, drawing the blood out of the wound. Becky loosened her grip on Gunther and let him slip forward. He was moaning, she wasn't sure if it was from pain or pleasure. As his hips came forward, she leaned over him and took his bloodied penis in her mouth. The salty, metallic taste of Gunther's blood excited Camilla more than anything ever had. Even with all the damage, the cutting and bleeding, Gunther was becoming excited and erect. She pulled her head back, looked down and saw that he was at least nine and a half inches long stiff and had a glans the size of a golf ball, an angry dark purple and flared. Another minute of sucking brought him to orgasm. He came inside Camilla's mouth and he slumped back against Becky, exhausted.
The sisters had gotten things cleaned up by the time their parents returned, Becky and Gunther returned to campus on Sunday evening. Gunther was doing well, he healed up in three weeks and his penis looked much better, its flaring head now on permanent display with only a thin, dark scar running along the base of the corona to mark where the foreskin had been. At university, word spread via the underground grapevine and Camilla found herself travelling to her sister's dorm every weekend armed with her shield and izmail, bringing back severed foreskins which she dries as keepsakes.
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