The Crucifixion of Evan
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THE THREE FACES OF EVAN by Throne
It was Saturday night. Evan had been waiting all week for this evening.
It was when he had sex with his extremely desirable wife, Tyra. She was a
tall blond with generously padded contours. He couldn't get enough of her
big bust and wide jutting ass. But what he loved the most was going down
on her. He was hooked on cunnilingus. He lived for the taste and feel of
her pussy. If she encouraged him, he would do it every night. She
appreciated his efforts but also sensed that he was, somehow, more
involved in doing it than in pleasing her. He was off in his own space
while he performed the act. She knew it could be much better, could be
heavenly... for her. But what did she need to change?
She had on a filmy short nighty. He wore long-sleeved pajamas. Evan was
obsessively shy about being seen nude. Again, there was some aspect of
this that was all about him. She was beginning to see an approach to
take, but it hadn't all come together yet. Tyra got into bed and
stretched out on her back, legs slightly parted, knowing what was coming
next. He appeared hungry. She thought he should have a bib on. That
random idea seemed like it might lead to something else but she couldn't
quite grasp what it might be.
He got onto the foot of the bed on his knees. He leaned forward and put
his hands on the mattress. Lately he didn't even go through the motions
of any other foreplay, didn't kiss her mouth before he moved lower. He
simply wanted to eat that main course. She spread her legs further and he
brought his face closer to the target. Evan inhaled her feminine scent
appreciatively. He let his nose touch the modest patch of hair above her
rippled labia, the little bit she hadn't trimmed down or shaved off. Her
husband planted a tender kiss on her invitingly parted lips and then began
to lick slowly, savoring the flavor. He sucked on her clitoris,
alternating that with the lapping, pausing just when she wanted more.
Once more, she felt he was stretching out the act for his benefit more
than for hers.
Evan worked happily, excitedly, pressing his mouth to her mound and
inserting his moving tongue. He was going too slow so she moved her hips
up and down slightly, trying to impose her own rhythm. He didn't adjust
his efforts to suit her needs, just sighed contentedly, the sound rather
high to be coming from a male. That was when inspiration hit her. She
said in her best bedroom voice, "You enjoy doing that so much, darling,
you should be a lesbian. If you're going to act like a lezzie... you
should look like one." He was so caught up in what he was doing that he
just mumbled agreement. She pressed her thighs together, making it
impossible for him to continue, and went on, "No, I really mean it. It
would be so sexy if you looked that way when you went down on me." He
raised his head far enough for her to see his confused and disturbed
expression. That was when she played her trump card. "In fact," she
said, thrilling inside to what this might lead to, "if you let me change
your appearance just a bit, I would want your face between my thighs ALL
the time. I wouldn't be able to get enough of it."
He said in awe, "Really? I mean... all the time?" "I'm getting extra wet
just thinking about it. The idea of you without any body hair." She took
a deep breath and let it out slowly. "And giving you a new look.
Something just a bit girly, as if you were my submissive female lover and
I was your demanding dyke. I mean, I wouldn't want you to be TOO butch or
femme. More of a lipstick lesbian. One whose girlfriend - me - wanted
her to use her talented tongue over and over until I couldn't take any
more." She paused for effect and then said, suddenly dismissive, "But I
wouldn't want to force you to do anything you didn't want to. I mean,
what fun would it be for you, having to muff dive practically every
night." He had exactly the reaction she had hoped for, telling her, "No,
I think it's a terrific ideal. You know, just to try out. I mean, my
body hair would grow back. And whatever else you did to me, made me wear
or whatever, wouldn't be long term. Right?" "I don't know," she said
casually, her tone still suggesting that he might lose his pussy-eater's
paradise if he didn't stress his willingness, even insist on carrying out
her plan.
Evan fervently kissed the tops of her thighs, now that his main source of
pleasure was denied to him. Sounding almost desperate he said, "We really
should go ahead with it. You know, for YOU." "Well," she said, feigning
uncertainty, "if you think it would be okay. Just as an experiment."
"Absolutely," he told her and then, just to seal the deal, added, "I
promise to go along with anything you want. For as long as you say."
Well, THAT was everything she could have asked for. Tyra moved her legs
apart once more and he happily resumed slurping at her suddenly much
juicier cleft. His efforts were all at once exciting her more than usual.
Knowing that he was working to please her, to stay in her good graces,
enhanced the experience for the wife. Having newfound control over him
was even better. And being able to expand on all that by making him into
her male lesbian was the most wonderful part of it all. Feeling suddenly
empowered, she took her tingling nipples between her thumbs and
forefingers to roll them gently, elevating her level of arousal even more.
He turned his eyes up without slackening his efforts. She was really
getting into this. So what if she wanted to make a few small changes in
the way he looked? Maybe mess around with his already longish blond
hair. It was a small price to pay if he could get more and more of what
he wanted most. And as far as he was concerned, he was in control.
Right? Evan contentedly burrowed his face into her feminine center and
drove her to a trio of wild climaxes. His own sexual temperature was
close to the boiling point. He began to move upward, into the missionary
position. She put a restraining hand on his bare shoulder and said
breathlessly, "Oh, sweetie, you were so good that I'm just exhausted.
Could we save the rest for later? You know, with you using your mouth to
start, before we get to the other stuff?" The way she phrased that,
putting the emphasis on him performing more cunnilingus, made him agree
immediately. Why not? Like he had told himself, he was in charge here.
The next morning she dropped a few more hints about all the fun he could
expect but added that she had to see him without any body hair before they
could proceed. She suggested that they make their breakfast light and
then drive out to that unisex styling place, the one in the next town, and
get him what he needed to start their role playing. The term 'role
playing' sounded erotic to Evan. And those mentions she was making about
him satisfying her in his favorite way, even though they were just
innuendoes -- like "Save your appetite, dear. You'll be doing a LOT of
eating later." -- were very persuasive. Evan THOUGHT he was running the
show but she KNEW she was.
At the styling parlor she order a full body wax for him, along with a
process that promised to keep hair from reappearing for an extended
period. There were also several products to make skin softer and more
elastic, which they could use nightly at home. Evan was surprised by how
certain she was of everything she wanted. But he went along with it all
to get what he desired. It was extremely uncomfortable for him to have to
undress completely for the waxing. An attractive young woman, who had a
generously full figure like his wife, appeared after he was naked and
directed him to lie back on a padded table. Tyra was there and she said
merrily, "He wants you to make sure to get every little nook and cranny."
The girl caught her amused tone and gave a knowing nod. She said, "I
understand. We get a lot of customers like this. He'll be as smooth as a
baby's bottom -- everywhere."
She worked quickly and efficiently, applying the wax and yanking it off.
It hurt but he was still determined not to back out. She had him turn
over before everything in front was done. Soon his back was finished and
all that remained was his crotch. He had always had manly pride about his
full bush of pubic hair but figured, again, that it would eventually
return. The remark about an extended period before that happened hadn't
fully registered in his distracted mind. Anyway, she applied the wax and
turned to Tyra, saying, "Would you like to do this spot, dear? Sometimes
the woman does... in these cases." Tyra grinned at her and, before Evan
could respond, grabbed the hardened wax and yanked firmly. He shrieked
and then worked to slow his breathing back down. The pair of females
aided him in getting off the table. He stood shakily in front of a
mirrored wall, astonished by how different he appeared. His body was so
smooth, so pink, and so NOT manly.
His wife stepped up alongside him and stroked his sleek chest, making sure
to brush her fingers over his nipples, which she knew were extremely
receptive. He shivered with excitement and started to get hard. His
hands went over his crotch so that the employee wouldn't see. He wanted
to know, "Could I have my clothes now?" He didn't sound like his usual
self. Being naked and hairless made him somehow docile. Instead of
returning his attire the girl handed him a short terry robe. And it was
pink. Grateful for any type of covering, he accepted it and put it on.
There was a matching belt which he tied, even though he still felt
shamefully exposed. His wife pressed herself up against him, took his
face in her hands, and kissed him passionately, saying, "There's my sweet
little lezzie. My obedient pussy slave." His knees quivered at the
implications of those words. His discomfort was suddenly mixed with
strong needs. He had said before that he would do anything she required.
He still felt the same way, but less because he was working toward his own
selfish goal, and more because it seemed she had somehow taken control.
Shortly after that he was allowed to get dressed, much to his relief.
Tyra asked him if he minded stopping one more place, just so she could
make their scene completely convincing, which would get her further into
the mood, which -- she implied -- would get him more of what he wanted.
With visions of non-stop bedroom-dining dancing in his head, he readily
agreed. Plus, he still couldn't summon up his former willpower. She took
him to a lingerie boutique that catered to the sexually hip crowd. Once
they were inside he was distracted by the erotic clothing, cute
salesgirls, and female customers who took items off the racks and held
them up in front of themselves, soliciting comments from whoever was with
them. It was all so arousing.
He got his first taste of how involved he might have to become in all this
when his wife picked a lacy pair of panties and held them in front of HIS
hips. He felt his cheeks grow warm as he blushed. Several females
glanced their way with smirking smiles. Well, he told himself, after this
he would be taking his new role only in the privacy of their home. Tyra
found several pieces that she wanted but then became indecisive when she
got to a black teddy with sheer side panels. He was hoping she would make
a decision quickly because he was starting to get uneasy. Too many people
were paying too much attention. Instead of deciding, she turned to the
cutest salesgirl, one who was slender but busty, and said, loud enough for
others to hear, "Do you mind if my husband tries this on?" The girl said
merrily, "No problem. We get male customers who want pretty things like
that."
She meant crossdressers, gays, perverts. Whatever. Evan didn't want to
be classed with them and was about to say something to his wife when she
spoke first, declaring, "I can see you going down on me while you have
this on. It would be a huge turn-on for me. I wouldn't want you to EVER
stop." She used a softer voice and chose her words to bring his mind back
to what she wanted him to focus on. He half-reluctantly agreed to use a
dressing room. She put the flimsy garment in his hand and pushed him
forward. Once he was in there he attempted to think matters through, but
couldn't separate his pathological need from the sacrifices he had to
make. The two ideas had become inextricably tangled together. Unhappily,
he got out of his clothes, aware that on the other side of the curtain was
a roomful of women. Evan slipped into the garment, surprised by how it
felt against his waxed skin. It was strangely appealing. He told himself
that the effect was only because he associated it with the fun that was to
come. Sure, that was it. Parting the curtain a scant inch, he called to
his wife in a tight whisper, "Okay, Tyra. Take a peek into the booth."
His wife strode over and tugged back the curtain, putting him on display.
He yelped and threw his arms across his body, a forearm over his chest and
a hand covering his crotch. It was the classic female pose of modesty.
The noise he had made drew plenty of unwanted interest. Everyone was
looking at him, at the male with the hairless body, standing there in very
feminine lingerie. He squirmed and whimpered but his bride simply
examined him in a detached way. She ran her fingers over the material,
commenting to the salesgirl how nice it was. The girl came closer and
reached toward him, asking Tyra, "May I?" "Of course, dear." A second
hand trailed slowly over him, roaming here and there. It even strayed to
the top of his silky thigh, as if by accident but probably not. He was
trembling when Tyra at last said, "I'll take it," and pulled the curtain
shut. Evan leaned against the back of the booth, panting, not
understanding how everything had slipped so far from his control. He got
himself back into his male clothing and, with the staff and customers
trying not to giggle at him, he paid, accepted a full shopping bag, and
followed his wife out the door.
Soon they were home. He was still kind of dazed. But as soon as they
were in the house she kissed him, pressing her tongue into his mouth. As
she took her lips off his she said, "I can't wait to feel your tongue
somewhere else." His monomania took over and he salivated just a little.
She unbuttoned his shirt, making sure to touch his smooth chest. He got
the rest of his clothes off and stood there, holding his trousers in front
of him, as awkward as ever with his nudity, even more so now that he had
been waxed. She gently took the clothing from him and set it aside. Then
she went to the shopping bag, which was on the bed. From it she selected
a pair of frilly panties, saying, "I want my lezzie lover looking pretty.
Not TOO pretty. But definitely not butch." She smiled conspiratorially,
which made him think that they were running this scene TOGETHER. He
stepped into the panties and was struck once more by the distinct feeling
of feminine finery against his satiny skin. Once they were on she ran her
hand over his crotch, making him moan with need. Instead of doing more of
that, she languidly got out of what she was wearing to reveal her
bounteous contours, and got onto the bed on her back, legs halfway parted.
Even couldn't resist. Thoughts of his new look became secondary as he was
drawn toward her by his overpowering urges. He felt more comfortable
then. The changes she had made added to his involvement. It would be
funny, he told himself, to look back on this someday when the roleplaying
was over. But soon he had only one thought. His mouth went greedily to
her pussy and he began to lick, to suck, and to probe. She let him go on
until she was sure that he was slipping back into being the usual self-
involved Evan. That was when she told him, "Slow down, darling. You have
to make me happy or you can't be my loving lez anymore. And I'd be so
disappointed that, well, you might lose ALL your pussy eating privileges."
That got through to him. He did as he was told and followed the next
several instructions she gave him. By the end she was loving it and he,
though still as obsessed with what he was doing, wasn't as thrilled as
before. She told him, between deep breaths, "I can't call you Evan while
you're being my panty-wearing pussy server. How about... Eve? Yes, I
like that." She let him continue, his new technique sending her toward
the sexual stratosphere. Finally she said, between gasping breaths, "I'm
almost there, Eve. Put me over the top. Right now." He might have drawn
it out a bit longer but now she was in the driver's seat. He concentrated
on her clitoris and sent her into a noisy orgasm. She became extremely
wet and he swallowed all the excess secretions.
"There we go," she said relaxedly. "Job well done. By my eager eater.
Eager eater Eve." She chuckled, delighted with what she had accomplished.
Evan, on the other hand, felt that something essential had changed between
them. She was again neglecting his needs. And that there might be other
-- more extreme -- changes yet to come.
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TO BE CONCLUDED IN PART TWO.
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