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My DevotionI had been single for a very long time. In fact, I had always been. I was young, good looking, fit. My smooth, naturally hairless skin hugged my lithe musculature in an almost feminine beauty. I had every reason to be confident, even arrogant with women. But instead my mind still saw that awkward teen in the mirror, and stumbled in conversation the minute a remotely attractive woman came within a mile of me. I was doomed to be a virgin, it seemed, for ever.And then I met Tabitha. Sure I stammered at the sight of her. But this confident woman saw something in me. I did not know it yet, but she saw something I could never begin to imagine. She took me home, and taught me how to please her. Her tender firmness soothed me. I needed not to fear her disappointment. I was as she wanted me. I did…as she wanted me to. I trusted her completely. I craved her essence, her body, her every breath. I grew to lose my own desires in exchange for hers. We played games at home…in private. She reveled in my prettiness. She loved to watch me by candlelight as I tried on her feminine things. We would make love like two women. Even in the end, she liked me to cleanse her of my man seed, devouring it and her until she shook with climax. I slowly came to realize she was almost a lesbian, but for her temporary, but extreme need for my own carefully manicured cock. Once her need was sated, I became again like her secret girlfriend. Things went blissfully for quite some time. But little by little I could feel something growing inside me. When out on my own I felt taller…more…assertive. I could feel the first delayed signs of mature manhood developinginside my still boyish self. Tabitha had always liked it when I came home and shed my jeans for a sheer silk robe which I would wear around the apartment with nothing else. From the earliest part of our relationship I had automatically changed for her when crossing into our world and waited patiently for my love to join me. It was autumn, almost a year since we had met. I left work intending to go straight home as I had done from almost the moment we met. But for some unknown reason I was drawn to the liveliness of one of the many bars our neighborhood was known for. We had gone out together many times. So kind was she that Tabitha always allowed me to play the man in public. This time I felt not that I had been allowed to play the man, but that I was a man. In the hot, noisy bar, I could feel the music. I could sense female eyes upon me. Pretty faces returned my smile and it felt…wonderful. A drink…another…and another. I remember soft lips on mine, a grasping hand inside my trousers, my back arched against a passage wall as my cock exploded down a hungry woman’s throat. I remember tasting only faintly my semen on her breath as opposed to its full bodied texture on my tongue before swallowing. And then I was alone, drunk, disheveled, and unmistakable defiled. I straightened myself up in the men’s room. Washed my face. Tucked my shirt. Combed my finger furrowed hair. And made my way, one foot in front of the other, out of the bar and back to our home. She met me with a kiss, but I sensed something in her voice when she asked me if I bostancı escort wanted to change into my robe. I sensed…disappointment. I did as she asked and joined her on the couch lying with my pounding drunken head comforted in that wonderful softness of her lap.Before long I was fast asleep and that twinge of disappointment I had sensed on my arrival was a distant memory.I came slowly to, the sensation of being caressed filled my mind. “You were unfaithful.” I hear Tabitha rebuke softly, in a controlled voice of strength. I opened my eyes to find Tabitha and the girl from the bar staring at my limp, naked body stretched embarrassingly across the couch. I curl up modestly, grasping at the fabric of the unadorned piece of furniture. My brain, racing for some response blurted, “It was a drunken impulse….It meant… nothing. I love you.” in a nervous staccato of panic. My whole life appeared to be turning upside down. The girl from the bar feigned insult and slapped me sharply on my ass. Tabitha retorted sternly, “Prove to me now what I mean to you, or tonight shall be our last.”Without hesitation, I exclaimed, “ANYTHING my love! I’ll do anything.” A slight smile formed on her closed lips, and she replied, “Your redemption will come dearly, but you will be forever mine only if you can endure your penance.” She took my hand and led me naked from the couch to our bedroom. The girl followed us down the hall.Tabitha pushed me abruptly toward the bath. It was full and steaming hot. My toes tingled from the heat as I dipped a foot into the searing water. My skin reddened as I lowered myself into the tub. I fell into a daze as I lay back in the delirium inducing steam. Barely heard motion, a steam deadened rustling hinted of their presence in the bathroom. I felt their fingers on my body. Washing me. Caressing me. I ignored the irony of this pleasure in return for my indiscretion. Their hands coaxed my hiding cock into the burning water. The heat was at once painful and arousing to the tender skin of my genitalia. A hand on my face steadied me as a deftly manipulated razor smoothed the fine, sparse growth of the day from my face. A hot cloth finished the job as it blinded and deprived me of my senses.Hands again took my arms and extracted me from the no longer excessively hot water. When the cloth slipped from my face I could see the two women, naked, carefully leading me into the shower. The spray invigorated me as the girl from the bar worked a pair of scissors dangerously close to my cock, teasingly insinuating my castration. Tabitha stepped in when the risk of my injury exceeded the efficiency of the scissors. Lathering me thickly she again dragged the razor over my soft skin until my cock stood large and unadorned against my body, both exposed and slightly swollen with blood from Tabitha’s tender manipulation. Her soapy hand worked its way between my legs and, followed by the razor proceeded to remove every last hair, every last apparent Y chromosome from the rest of my body, leaving mercifully those short dark hairs on my head.Toweling me dry and moisturizing me with pretty scented, lotion, their hands worked tirelessly over my body as fatih escort I stood naked before the full length mirror on the bathroom door. Tabitha disappeared briefly returning with a handful of red lace: a bra (with ample pad), well cut panties, garter belt, stockings. The two naked women, an accidental nipple brushing against my skin, a soft breath on my ear, dressed me slowly, sensually, one item at a time until Tabitha leaves and returns a second time.A black, Jacqueline Kennedy, sleeveless dress. Black patent leather heals. A black, shoulder length wig. Then expertly applied make up. I was looking in the mirror, but what I saw, what I felt, it was not me. Or, should I say, it was not the me I knew. The two left me standing in front of the mirror. The looked like schoolgirls. Giggling a bit, but trying to be serious. Holding hands as they exited the bathroom. I, on the other hand, was transfixed. I was afraid to make eye contact with myself in the mirror. This was spooky.I must have stood like that for some time. Because, when the girl returned, she was fully dressed and looked…amazing. She led me into the bedroom. Tabitha was not there, but I could hear sounds coming from the other side of the bedroom door. It sounded like…people. “Remember” she said intimately in my ear, “You need to do exactly as Tabitha wishes, if you want to keep her. She meant every…word…she said.” Her voice was soft, kindly, but deadly serious. With her hand on the small of my back, I took a step toward the door. I turned the knob. It felt like slow motion. I pulled open the door and stepped into the hall. The room fell quiet. It was full. Some were friends of Tabitha whom I had met before, a few single girls, a couple or two, a few guys. They were dressed for a party, a drink in every hand, and every eye looking directly at me. Tabitha spoke up. She was like Frank N. Furter introducing Rocky. “Behold my creation! He just wasn’t any good as a man. I trusted him, and he did what all men do. He betrayed me. But he’s not all bad, you see…Just look. And for tonight, do anything else you like, for tomorrow he will become my bride.”Glasses lifted in a silent toast, and Sade came on the stereo. I walked into the living room and into the group of guests. One woman, a mutual friend pinched my ass and snickered, looking me in the eye. “Beautiful.” She said quietly. Hands seemed to touch me intimately with each greeting. Soon they were coming from everywhere. Caressing. Teasing. Tugging at my clothing. A hand from the crowd takes mine and a cock finds its way into my palm. I grasp it firmly. I had only felt my own before. Somehow the sensation felt by my cock so over shadowed the sensation felt by my hand, that it was as if I were feeling something completely new. Its softness of skin against the firm texture of vein and the smoothness of its sculpted tip caused my blind hand to run itself over it, exploring, even massaging that thing I never even imagined touching. Hard breaths from behind me and a shudder left my hand warm and slippery. I closed my eyes and almost collapsed into the haze of crowd. Lying on the floor I could feel hands of both genders touching me. A bağcılar escort strong hand reached up my dress pulled at my panties. The waist dug roughly into my skin before tearing and being ripped from my body. The strong hand grasped at my smoothly shaven cock, gripping it almost painfully. Other hands took hold of my ankles pulling them high before pressing them back.Female lips fell on to my hardness. Her saliva dripped between my legs. I watched her work her tongue over me, all the while her hungry eyes darted around swallowing one cock at a time as the well dressed crowd began to undress and form a circle around me. The random woman whom I had met with her mouth devouring my cock, straddled my face. Her pussy soaked my nose and mouth with her wetness. I could feel another cock in her mouth along side mine, skin slipping against skin as it hardened and pressed mine against her teeth as he fucked the back of her throat. Her mouth overflowed with saliva, washing over our cocks and spilling a thicker froth of spit on my perineum, causing it to drip, ticking me as it puddled in the tight, squirming pucker of my anus.I felt the cock leave her mouth and she swallowed deeply of my flesh, now feeling manageable after the deep thrusting of its former companion. I sucked and savored her pussy as the soaking cock pressed against my ass. My passionate vulvar kisses intensified even as I winced for a second, the cock pressing past my outer muscles. The tastes and smell of woman caused me to relax and swallow him deeply into my body. I could hear him grunt as he plunged to his capacity into me. Again and again and again. His cock blew my mind with its relentless thrusting. My bowels quivered when he came violently inside me, shooting his seed deeply into me. When he pulled out I felt empty and wanting. Another soon took his place and when the succulent woman came, grinding on my face, for a moment almost smothering me, another pussy replace her as well. I thought of Tabitha as I welcomed sex in total. My mouth tasted whatever fed it, pussy, cock, semen, and eventually even myself as one woman drained my cock and then shared a deep sperm laden kiss with me.Taking me from the floor with my dress and wig tosselled badly, two men sat me carefully on the lap of a man on the couch, he bucked hard as I lowered onto him impaling me fully, a busty woman climbed aboard me and we all fucked so aggressively I could almost imagine his semen breeding her through my cock.The blur of orgasms cleared at moments. I found the young husband of a couple we’d met for dinner riding me as if he were in a rodeo. His eyes rolled back as this straight man shot his cum in my face as he rode me. Tabitha kindly kissed my face clean then I watched her swallow an unsuspecting cock across the room as its owner chatted up another female guest soon they two were lustfully entwined.But then the haze returned. The rhythm of cocks swimming in my cum filled body, each adding its own. Well and diversely used cocks thrusting in my mouth, tasting of musky human cocktail, dumping each time just a little more down my throat or across my face. My last memory was the girl from the bar tonguing semen from my overflowing body. Her tongue massaged my savaged flesh as I came in Tabitha’s mouth I inhaled her pussy and passed out.I awoke in the morning, sun peering between the curtains of our bedroom. The mornings light fell on my shaven body, cuddled on each side by Tabitha and our new best friend, the girl from the bar.

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