Epilog: Whatever Happened to the Boi Cunts?

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As Emma's parents, Isaac and Rebekah, drove away from BCS, she sat in the back seat enveloped in the arms of her rabbi and future husband, who was nuzzling her, kissing her, petting her, and whispering, "You make me so happy, Emma." His beard tickled her ear.

She was mumbling, "Mrs. Emma Feinstein," over and over again. It had such a fulfilling ring, like everything that had happened in her life up until this moment was designed to culminate in her taking that wonderful name. Then she giggled, "Rebbe, I hope you made a lot of room in your closet. I have lots of clothes, you know."

"Ha ha, Emma, you sound like you want to move in with me today!"

She sat up and stared at him. "You mean I'm not?" The rabbi and her parents got a good chuckle out of that. "But I don't understand. I thought I was going to be your wife, Rebbe."

"Yes, you shall definitely become my wife." Her parents nodded. They had contracted with the rabbi months before, when Abigail was still known as Mike, and they'd accepted the rabbi's mohar: he paid the BCS tuition. "Ah, that will be the happiest day in my life, Emma. But you know it can't be today. You have lots to do first."

"What?"

The rabbi spelled out three events she must prepare for before she can call herself "Mrs. Emma Feinstein": the bat mitzvah, the Te'naim, and finally the erusin and the nissuin ceremony.

"Oh, Rebbe, that will take forever!"

"No, my Child, only sixteen months." The twelve-year old hadn't yet learned that gratification was not always instant. The rabbi, over three times her age, spoke with the wisdom of maturity, "Do not worry, Emma. You shall be so busy getting ready that the time will just fly by!" He went back to licking her earlobe and fondling her crotch.

"But, Rebbe, I don't wanta wait years for you to fuck me."

"No, my Precious, we don't have to wait for our wedding to have sex."

"We don't? But ain't that a sin?"

"Emma, Darling, Torah does not prohibit premarital sex."

"It doesn't?" She liked her rabbi even more.

"No, Sweetie. Torah says I can't have sex with another man. You're not another man, are you, Emma?" She giggled and wagged her head side to side. What a silly question! "Ha ha! I didn't think so. You're much too pretty. And Torah says I can't have sex with another man's wife. You're not another man's wife, are you, Emma?" She giggled harder this time. Of course not! "Whew, that's a relief," he joked. "And Torah says I can't have sex with a woman who has her period. You don't have your period, do you, Emma?" Now she was glad she was a special girl like Mizz Faith explained back at BCS. She would not lose the joy of intercourse for twelve days every month. "Rebekah, did you wait until you were married before you asked Isaac to fuck you?"

"Oy vey, no!" Everyone laughed at the absurd thought.

"You see, Emma, even your parents didn't wait, and they are the most faithful members of my congregation! So, I hope you don't keep me waiting too long, ha ha."

Emma looked at him with a frown. Again she was confused. "You don't have to wait, Rabbi. Mr. Marcus taught us we have to give our cunts whenever the man wants it."

"Yes, well, Mr. Marcus is a good man, a fine teacher, Emma, but he's goy. You see, among our people, sex is the woman's right, not the man's. It is my duty, a mitzvat onah, to give you sex and to make sure you enjoy it, just as much as to give you food and clothing.

So Emma went back to her childhood home to wait and prepare. As often as five times a week, after she changed for bed, she'd make a phone call to the rabbi and he would come over to do his duty. Out of respect for his busy schedule, she didn't call him on Shabbat.

On November 15, Emma turned 13, and the following Shabbat was her bat mitzvah. True, most girls do this when they turn 12, but the year before, Emma was not ready. She thought she was Joshua.

She sat to the side of the bimah as the rabbi, her lover, spoke loudly to begin the morning worship service: "Hear O Israel, the Lord is our G-d, the Lord is One." Her knees were shaking under her new bat mitzvah dress as she listened to the amidah. Rebbe seemed to be praying for every fuckin person in his congregation, in the community, in the world. The longer he prayed, the more nervous she got.

Finally, she saw the scroll taken out of the ark. She felt sweat in her armpits as the Torah was carried through the congregation. She knew it was almost time. Rebbe called on the bat mitzvah girl to read. He beamed as she stood behind the scroll. He hoped his congregation didn't notice the bulge in his pants. If they did, they'd probably understand; they knew how special Emma was to him.

He handed her the yad his grandfather had given him and as she guided it over the sacred words, she began to "read." Of course, she didn't actually read. She had practiced chanting the text for over three months. She knew it so well, she could speak the Hebrew in her sleep. Of course she had no idea what the fuck it meant, even though Rebbe had explained it to her countless times. Her mind was not the sharpest in the synagogue that day, yet everyone listened and smiled and nodded. She could see white-bearded men whom Joshua used to make fun of with his buddies. She could see old women who once pinched Joshua's cheeks and lied to Isaac that his son looked just like him. She could see older teenagers who had gone through this ordeal in other years; she remembered when Josh went to their elaborate parties. She hoped her celebration would measure up; there is so much competition! She saw relatives she hadn't seen since Joshua was a toddler. Best of all, she saw her parents, their pride evident on their tearstained faces.

She finished reading and took a deep breath. The scroll was lifted, rolled, wrapped, and returned to the ark. Emma started to return to her seat, but Rebbe stopped her and whispered in her ear. She'd forgotten she also had to chant the haftarah. She just wanted to get it over with, so she sped through it like Joshua used to count to a hundred as fast as he could when playing tag. The congregants were amused. Decorum was restored when an elderly man rose to say the kaddish for his late wife.

A few hours later, everyone had changed clothes and reassembled in the catering hall for the party. Some of Emma's age peers arrived in limos. Her parents had hired a popular local boy band who made all the girls under fifteen swoon, all except Emma of course, whose heart had already been stolen by the rabbi. There were clowns for the little ones and a DJ for the adults. And there was food. Lots and lots of food. And after each course, Rebekah left the room to change into yet another elaborate gown. Isaac stood, turned proudly to his daughter, who was seated beside her future husband, and spoke the traditional blessing: "Blessed is He who has now freed me from the responsibility of Emma." Everyone applauded but many wondered if he was speaking of G-d or the rabbi. Rebekah collected the cash gifts and made sure she kept track of the donors. For weeks, Emma would be very busy writing thank yous.

But tonight, now that Shabbat was over, she didn't have to trouble her mind about anything. As the DJ packed up his records, the rabbi walked her out of the hall, walked her to her parents' home, walked her to her bedroom, and helped her take off her gorgeous evening dress.

"Is it true, Rebbe?"

"What, my Sweetheart?"

"Today I am a woman?"

The rabbi unhooked her bra and cupped her breasts which were showing the effects of her daily pills. "Ah, Emma, you are definitely a woman, more than a woman. To my eyes, you are the only woman in the whole world."

She blushed and helped her lover out of his clothes, then knelt and caressed his beautiful circumcised helmet. As Emma suckled the only true cock in the room, the only cock she'd ever have, her mind spun with thoughts of the day just ended. She had seen Rebbe's bulge in the synagogue, but now in her head she was picturing the cock fully exposed to his congregation, wagging at them erotically. She remembered the yad and visualized it not as a hand but a penis pointing to the sacred text. Everything, from the miniature franks at the party to the stretch limos, became phallic symbols. She was brought back to reality as the rabbi shot his load down her throat.

They lay on her bed and kissed and hugged and fondled each other as they waited for him to regenerate. Shortly, he was erect again and she lifted and spread her legs. She held her knees as he got into position, then rested her feet on his shoulders. He pounded into her with the same energy David used to nail Bathsheba. His second load which filled her boi cunt was no less than his first. Nor his third or fourth, as through the night, he kept reassuring her of her womanhood.

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Soon after Passover, as the fragrance of spring flowers rose from Rebekah's garden, Emma and Rebbe had a Te'naim ceremony to celebrate their engagement. A small intimate affair with only a couple hundred guests, Isaac wanted it in their own back yard. The contract was formally read, signed and witnessed. Then Rebekah and the rabbi's mother held up a plate and broke it, while everyone cheered.

Most of the presents were gag gifts, each one chosen to embarrass the happy couple. The rabbi got a cock ring with the star of David, Emma a vibrator molded into a large and very realistic dildo. He opened a box and took out a jock strap made to look like an elephant with a long trunk. She held up a set of bedsheets with a neat hole in the center. He was given a book of erotic cartoons called Kama Sutra with Borscht. Each gift embarrassed the poor lovers more and everyone had a good laugh at their expense.

As if Emma wasn't flustered enough, when it came time for dessert and coffee, the Rabbi's mother sat down beside her. "Emma, my little meydele, today you make two happy mothers. Rebekah you make happy and me you make happy. Abe, he is my baby, my mizinik." No one else could get away with calling the Rabbi by his name. "My oldest son, the doctor, he is married now twenty years, and my other son, the lawyer, sixteen years, but Abe he was so busy with shul and yeshiva and seminary he didn't even have time for girls. And then he spent so many years building his congregation, G-d bless his dear heart. And I kept saying to Abe, so when are you going to find a nice girl to marry? And G-d knows, he tried. He had so many khavertes but none were right for him. A mother knows these things. Women with their fancy schmantsy college degrees and their fancy schmantsy careers. I told him, I said, Abe you have to find yourself a nice simple girl, a young girl. Emma, you probably don't remember this because you are narish, but a year ago I was sitting outside Abe's office and you and him were at his desk and you wanted to prepare for your bar mitzvah. And you were such a fuckin shmo. He asked you questions and you didn't know the difference between your ass and your elbow! Ha, you didn't even know you were a girl then! You were a dummy like I said, but Emma, you made my Abe laugh. I saw a twinkle in his eye and a bulge in his pants. So when you left, I told him, I said, Abe, that's the girl for you. And he looked at his mother like I was meshugedik. He's real smart, but he can be blind sometimes. But I knew. A mother knows these things. So he started looking at you with new eyes, Emma, and then he saw what I saw, and that's when he went to talk to your father."

"Wow. I'm really going to try to be a good wife."

"Yes, of course you will, Emma. You're a simple girl, just what Abe needs."

The old lady turned to Emma's mother, "Now I know what you're thinking, Rebekah. You want a eynikl. Like I said your Emma is narish, but even she knows she don't have the right plumbing for that. Abe's brothers they already give me seven grandchildren and they're not even done yet. And let me tell you, Rebekah, grandchildren are overrated. You want a grandkid? you can have some of mine."

Emma barely passed eighth grade that June. Well, after all, she'd had a lot of distractions, and the Rabbi's frequent nighttime visits were not conducive to finishing homework or waking up refreshed for school. But Rebekah and Isaac did not berate her for her poor grades, as they had Joshua. After all, as a girl, Emma wasn't expected to be a genius. She would not return to school. In the fall, the Rabbi would take over her education.

In July, Rebbe took a week off for the first time in years and took Emma to the mountains where he'd rented a cabin. Away from his congregants, away from his mother, he could relax and devote his full attention to his fiancée.

Meanwhile, back home, Rebekah lost no time making plans for the big wedding. The date was set for the third Tuesday in November, after Emma would turn 14, the legal age for a girl to marry in her state with parental consent. Four months wasn't much time to make all the fuckin arrangements.

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On Monday, with a gray sky overhead and a cold wind in the air, single men throughout the county prepared to give the rabbi the mother of all bachelor parties. The hall had been rented, the liquor stocked and the stripper hired (after a lot of lighthearted argument over its appropriate gender). Emma's mother kept the TV tuned to the weather channel.

But the following day, all clouds had blown away and the November temperature was unseasonably warm, silencing any naysayers who doubted G-d would bless this union. Family, friends, and the plain curious gathered in an open field to witness the erusin and nissuin. (Invitations had been sent to Marcus, Alejandro, Dr. Hamou, but none of them came.)

Abe's brothers and Isaac's brothers held the poles supporting the huppah, under which stood two rabbis, Rabbi Feinstein the hatan in his new white suit and tallit, and Rabbi Markowitz the presiding clergy. Isaac came down the aisle escorting his Emma, the kalla, in her elaborate white gown, the bodice of which needed to be altered twice as her breasts kept responding to her pills. Her long train was held by the youngest two granddaughters that the rabbi's mother had so little use for. Emma looked lovingly at her groom, whom she hadn't been allowed to even see for one whole fuckin week!

Markowitz held up the wine and pronounced the first blessing, then said, "Blessed are You, Lord our G-d, Master of the Universe, Who has sanctified us with His commandments, and commanded us regarding forbidden unions, and Who forbad betrothed women to us, and permitted to us those married to us by huppah and kiddushin." He gave the cup to his brother in the cloth, who took a sip and gave it to Emma, who emptied it. She hadn't been allowed to eat breakfast.

Another grandchild held up a pillow and Feinstein took the ring. As he slipped it on Emma's finger, he said, "By this ring you are consecrated to me as my wife according to the laws of Moses and Israel." Emma stared at her finger and couldn't help picturing his sacred cock inside her tight golden circle.

Markowitz received the ketubah and moved on to the nissuin ceremony. Emma smiled, she may be narish but she knew this meant she truly belonged to Rebbe. Someone had discretely refilled the wine cup which Emma had emptied so Markowitz could again hold it high as he continued: "Praised are You, O Lord our G-d, King of the Universe, Creator of the fruit of the vine." From the fasting and the wine, Emma's head was beginning to get woozy and she only heard snippets of the seven blessings: "...created man and woman in Your image, fashioning woman from man as his mate...Grant perfect joy to these loving companions, as You did to the first man and woman in the Garden of Eden....Lord our G-d, King of the Universe, who created joy and gladness, bride and groom, mirth, song, delight and rejoicing, love and harmony, peace and companionship....voices of joy and gladness, voices of bride and groom, jubilant voices of those joined in marriage under the bridal canopy, voices of young people feasting and singing. Praised are You, O Lord, Who causes the groom to rejoice with his bride." Again, Rebbe took a sip of the wine and Emma emptied it. Suddenly Rebbe forcefully pulled it from her hand, threw it on the ground and smashed it with his foot. Oh dear, why was he angry? what had she done wrong? how had she ruined this perfect day? But she heard everyone shout Mazel Tov! Rebbe put his arms around his new wife and kissed her, a long kiss. He too had suffered her absence for the last seven days and now he wanted nothing else than to kiss and hug and fuck the beautiful fourteen-year old narish shemale Mrs. Emma Feinstein.

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