There were a lot of things I liked about my new step sister, Eleonora. I liked her full figure. I liked her warm voice. I liked how she never got caught smoking. And I liked how she couldn't keep her hands off my penis.
"You know I'm obsessed with willies," she would often say as we'd be whiling away another lazy afternoon on the sofa, ever so subtly wiggling her big tits and sliding closer. She seemed to own exclusively dresses that almost made her breasts drop out when she moved. And then she would slowly and deliberately reach for my penis, and play with it; sometimes absentmindedly, sometimes intently.
But she always got me off sooner or later, usually directing the load elegantly into my trousers. This had gone without incident for quite some time; until a new and eager maid had, upon inspection of my clothing during laundry, decided that I seemed to have a serious masturbation problem, and told on me. It was decided that I would undergo circumcision.
"You already are circumcised though," said Eleonora, running her fingers along the ridge where my foreskin had been cut, revealing about half of my glans. "It's a semi circ," she said and smirked. "Boohoo, seems like they didn't cut off enough. Makes you touch yourself all the time, doesn't it? So easy to jerk off still. Just pull on it, and it comes all the way forward... unbelievable. I bet you pull this all the way down to cover the glans as often as you can, don't you; and that is where your masturbation problem is coming from.That can't have been the idea. They probably hoped it would sit further back when they did you. They often do these because they think it's enough just to take off the overhanging bit of the foreskin and the frenulum to avoid trouble. Well, seems like that didn't happen..." And she started rolling the foreskin back and forth over the rim of the glans. Soon I had the most humongous boner. "Getting a bit harder now to push it onto the head," remarked Eleonora and gave it one long, final tug, which had me come into the foreskin she had managed to pull forward far enough to close it in front of the glans. Holding it closed, she shoved my penis back into my undies. "Handy," she said as she wiped her hands on my jeans. "I'll be missing this."
One more for the maid.
At the pool one weekend, she approached me wearing her teal bathing suit with pink seams, and sat astride the deck chair I was resting on after my morning swim. "I can see what religion you are through that stretchy fabric of your shorts," she quipped and rested a long, painted fingernail exactly at the point where the glans was unprotected by the shortened foreskin. I immediately got hard, which she acknowledged with a smirk. The penis simply slid out of the right pant leg and she received it with one hand. The foreskin had slid back. "My," she said, "it's trying to trick me, looking more circumcised than it is." And she played with the loose skin again. "I wonder if they could maybe only take off a little, not exposing the whole glans. That would leave me a bit to play with. How about making it look like an acorn? Just with a short collar of skin, for the ladies to more easily get you off with. But I suppose you would use that yourself, too. And then the maid would keep whinging about all that sperm on your clothes. So I guess now they will need to do a proper circumcision," she said with a theatrical sigh. "Have you seen what those look like?"
She pushed back on the skin until it slipped behind the corona.
"There," she said, "this is a low circumcision. Looks just like a retracted foreskin, doesn't it? Only that it always stays that way. If they do yours like that, you'll have a lot of sutures right behind your glans, all the way around, right afterwards. Sometimes, they do twenty of them or more. And they look scary. Poor thing..." She leaned in close enough to kiss my penis on an imaginary suture line, but didn't. She let go of my shaft skin, which slid forward again to cover half of the glans. She took a lotus seat position and absentmindedly touched herself as I was thinking how unfair it was that nobody thought of her as the one with the masturbation problem. She had her hands between her legs every time she could, too.
"The low circumcisions are quite common as a ritual circumcision, too, by the way," she continued, playing with a lock of her curly, black hair as one of her fingers was clearly inside her bathing suit, massaging her clitoris. "They usually do those with some sort of metal clamp. Pull the foreskin through, tighten the clamp, and run a knife along it. Snipdeedoo, so quick... done before you know it. Clamp off, skin snaps right back. But you don't have enough foreskin to do it that way, I fear. Too bad. So neat when they do them that way."
I watched as she massaged herself to orgasm, all the while holding her breasts with her other hand. It never took her very long, but she did get wet easily. I could see the fabric darken where a small, dark spot had formed on her crotch.
"Look at you," she said flushed and a little breathlessly, when she opened her eyes again, "so erect. I've never seen your thing this huge before. And that's pre-cum seeping out, running down the top of your glans, isn't it. And it's trickling right down to that thick, chopped-off foreskin stub of yours. That's not hygienic." She grasped it with one hand and made it look like a low circumcision again. "Wonder what it might be like to jerk off with if they do you like this, with a low style?" she asked, beginning to pump the shaft skin up and down. "Let's practise that a bit. See how we'd like it. The skin would stop just as it touches the glans, right...?" she said in her extra husky voice. "That's the idea behind a real circumcision. No skin folds to be pushed onto the glans. And then it will become less shiny than now; and it will smell like a hand or arm. You will always feel it touching your clothes, the entire length of your glans. I sometimes wonder if properly circumcised guys have boners all the time, inside their undies?"
She touched herself again, lightly, and pushed up her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard. "I think I could still get you off with a low cut," she said pensively, pumping my shaft skin.
"From what I hear though," she confided after a sip of her sherry, "they've made your appointment with Doctor Bancroft." She pulled up an eyebrow for emphasis. "Now, she wouldn't be doing a low circumcision. She's actually famous for doing high ones; and they're pretty... tight, from what I hear. She is of the opinion that men should fuck, not wank." She pulled the shaft skin toward the base of the penis. "It will look like this. With the scar line at least halfway down the shaft. That'll very likely curb your masturbation problem. As soon as you get an erection, all the skin on your dick will be taut. And for quite some time, you won't be able to masturbate, because that would mean touching the glans directly. And that would be too sensitive..." With one, well-practised motion, she dropped her large, slightly saggy breasts out of her bathing suit and engulfed my penis in them with the skin still pulled back tightly. I immediately came like mad, and she had an outrageous amount of semen all over her neck and hair.
"I'm afraid they'll do you extra tight," she said with another theatrical sigh as she got up and left the room to clean herself up. "Might be a game changer."
Dr Bancroft was nowhere to be seen as I entered the clinic on the day of the appointment. Instead, a curvy nurse who seemed like a Marilyn Monroe impersonator was drinking coffee at her desk.
“Oh,” she said, looking up from her magazine, “are you here for the circumcision? Right this way, please, we’ll do it immediately. These things are a jiffy, we do so many of them. Dr Bancroft is doing home visits today, so we’ll just do it, real quick. Can I see it, please?” And she was holding my penis in her hands before I could even respond. Another nurse entered the room. She was much younger, and had amazing, red hair and big, green eyes. They were both really pretty nurses, I thought.
“This is Tara, our new intern,” Marilyn explained. “She will be specialising in circumcisions.” Then she returned her attention to my penis, which was beginning to grow in her hands.
“Big one,” she said and gave a short, genuine giggle that told me she was sincerely impressed. “I see it’s really a revision of a very loose circumcision we are doing today; Tara, this one here has a masturbation problem, and we are under orders to tighten up the circumcision to take care of it. It will be easy, because we don’t even have to think about the frenulum, since that has already been removed. Look how far back the shaft skin can be moved. The inner skin can be stretched almost to the base of the penis. We need to see you erect now, please, to fit the ring. We know you are a big masturbator, so this should be no problem for you.”
Her boobs were close enough for my lips to touch them if I had moved forward as much as an inch.
“Very nice, here we go. Those partial circumcisions only self-retract a little bit when the penis gets erect. He can still pull the remaining foreskin over the glans, making it way too easy to masturbate.” Marilyn started moving my shaft skin up and down suggestively as Tara looked on, fascinated by seeing the glans disappear, then reemerge. She kept going until I came. ”Woops,” she said, ”well, that would have been the very last time then. No need to apologize, you wouldn’t believe how much jizz I get on me every day. We always get the circumcisees off one last time before we fit the ring, to get the maximum measurement for the ring. In a few moments, this can no longer be done. Looks like the 42 millimetre ring will fit his penis. If you pass me that, Tara.”
She slipped a grooved plastic ring over my glans, pushed it to about the middle of the penis shaft, and held it in place. Tara pulled the foreskin over it. ”Ready?” she asked. Then she popped a black rubber band around the foreskin where it sat over the ring, locking it in place. ”There goes another foreskin,” she said. I watched in amazement as the rubber band dug deeply into the skin and pulled tight, secured in its position by the groove in the ring. The shaft skin was now so tight, I could feel it pull up my testicles; and the inner foreskin now stretched back to half of the length of the shaft, also so tight I could see the reflection of the window in it.
“It’s a slow strangulation technique,” explained Marilyn, and tugged on the folded foreskin a bit where the rubber band was fastened, trying to pull the skin toward the glans; “there is no cutting involved with this technique; the rubber band just slowly necrotises the trapped foreskin, and eventually it falls off by itself; it’s the least amount of work for us, and you just need to wait a week or so until it’s all done. Turns out really nice. I have positioned the release groove for the rubber band on the underside of your penis, so that you can’t open it. We always get masturbators trying to take off the rubber band, tempted to give it another yank. The cut line finally will be about two inches behind your corona, so it will be quite impossible to masturbate with skin when it is all done, because it will be very, very tight when erect, and even in the flaccid state, the skin won’t come anywhere near the glans, no matter how much you try; already, as you can see, there is no way to reach the glans, even though all the bunched up foreskin is still sitting there, halfway back. So your foreskin assisted wank sessions are over. Now run along and come back in a week. We’ve got five more of these procedures scheduled today. We’re doing almost nothing else these days.”
At home on the silk couch by the bay window, Eleonora was already at it again as I entered the room. At the precise moment I opened the door, she climaxed violently, convulsing with both hands clasping her crotch. She really had done it this time; there was a wet area under her on the sofa. She did sometimes squirt when she was extremely excited, and I was pretty sure the laundry maid was eventually going to rat on her, too.
Eleonora sat up and found her composure, pulling up her bright red dress over her boobs, which she tended to bare involuntarily when she masturbated so she could massage her nipples. Her hair was open, and her face flushed.
“And,” she said with a horny grin, “how much did they cut off?” The rubber band was beginning to cause me discomfort in my underwear, so I was glad to yank out my penis to show her.
“Oh, look at the poor thing,” she mouthed, and shook her head as she slowly examined it. I could feel her warm breath on my denuded glans as she ran one finger along the underside. “Wow, they really meant business when they said they’d stop your wanking. Look at how tight that is. And so far back! How can they do this to you… and to me? I liked playing with that skin.” And she tried in vain to move the ring and the rubber band forward, toward the glans. Even under full strain, it stayed put, well away from the glans. “I wouldn’t know how to get you off with that,” she said, pouting her lips. She continued to fondle my glans, which was turning a deep purple from the attention. “That will eventually get less shiny, too,” she said, “if it stays out like that all the time…” and she came very close to taking it into her mouth. I held my breath, but it didn’t happen. Not yet. She had never done that. I could tell she wanted to.
She assumed a lotus position on the sofa and began to toy with the rubber band on my penis. “Maybe it’s easy to take off,” she said, and tried putting her lacquered fingernail under it. It was impossible to grasp, clasping the skin way too firmly to budge. “If we leave that as it is now, you will never have even a small roll of skin against your glans ever again.” And she tried moving the tight penile skin again, which stayed put without even a millimetre of movement. Then she discovered the underside, where the rubber band could be grasped. “Well, hello!” she said, and gave me a naughty look, “seems we could so easily take that silly rubber band off and put it on again later! They’d never know. Who cares if it takes a week or eight days or nine till the circumcision is completed, right? We could jerk you off maybe one more time.” She began to pick at the band. For a moment, I thought she really was going to pull it off.”But we won’t,” she said. ”Right? Yessirree, Madame Bancroft, we shall leave this in place and carry out the procedure.”
Eleonora’s cheeks were flushed with arousal as my throbbing penis stood to full attention. Eleonora put the tip of her tongue against the underside of the glans. My penis twitched.
“Boo-hoo,” she cooed, “so horny, and no foreskin at all available to jerk off with. Shall we put it out of its misery, so that it can be put in its pants, to learn to cope with incessant fabric contact?” She cast a quick look around. ”But just look at all that semen everywhere already,” she scolded me mockingly. Imagine what a mess that high circumcision would cause! It would just go everywhere, now that no foreskin can contain it! We’ll have to find better ways.”
And she closed her lips around it.
