Circle of Grace - Pt II
STRAIGHT, TESTICLES
The completion of a circle of grace
` Royce and I were obsessively puntual people. Leslie had asked us to be at
her office by 6:30 p.m. We had both fasted that day, having filled up on
lobster, steak and salad the night before and feasting on each other. I wanted
to be as much a part of this as possible. `

Royce pulled up to Leslie's office. I noticed some tension in the veins of his
temple. "Hon, do you want this? "We can bail out if you want." I questioned. I
took notice of his hesitation before he replied with a kiss and a squeeze of
my hand. "No, let's go."

A small bell signaled our entry into the reception area. Leslie, tall at 5'10,
d-cup breasts, trim waist and thighs greeted us with graciousness. I got the
hug; he got the handshake.

"Royce, welcome. Let's get the formalities out of way." Leslie led him to an
office to read over the paperwork. He signed on the dotted line, as I laid my
hands on his shoulders.

"Royce, I want you to change into a gown and we'll begin slowly," Leslie
directed. There was no missing Royce's huge erection through his pants. It was
evident that the good doctor was making him aroused. I held no jealousy as I
knew that he appreciated attractive women.

Royce managed a "thank you" before he slipped into a changing area to don the
blue gown. Leslie came to me. "Is he okay?" she asked unsure of his demeanor.
"Yes," I replied, "He is just going into his own spiritual stuff in
preparation." "All right then, so how do you want to do this?" Leslie asked
bluntly. "Shall we get him off one more time before the surgery?" The smile
was apparent on my face. "Oh, Let's" I replied. "Do you mind if I touch him?"
Leslie asked with a twinkle in her eye.

"At this point, I have no objection. If anything it will heighten the
experience." I said calmly.

"I have to say, he is TOTALLY hot," Leslie was now fanning herself. It were as
if we were back in college fauning and falling over the jock who might have
looked our way. "I would say that he's the ultimate inferno!" I giggled.

Royce no doubt knew that something was up our sleeves, as we walked out
tentatively to the theatre, looking at us both.

We regained our composure. Leslie directed Royce, "Hop up on the table and
relax." Royce laid back, a pillow cradling his head. Leslie pushed up his gown
and examined his shaved balls. His erection was still evident. She felt her
own wetness between her thighs. "I don't see any abnormalities, so we are
going to get through this with no problems whatsoever." she told him frankly.

"Good, glad to hear it," was his response. "Now, Royce, any last requests,
wishes before we begin?" He took a good 30 seconds before he shared what would
be surprising. "I want both of you to get me off," there was surety in his
voice.

"Are you okay with that?" he asked me pointedly. I was taken aback only
briefly. "Of course I am," I responded. He looked to Leslie, "Can you do that
for me?," knowing full well she was salivating at the prospect. "Absolutely,
sure." she answered.

Leslie asked, "How and what do you want, Royce?" Royce had nothing to lose.
His exposure was telling the tale. He pointed to me. "I want you to sit on my
face and he looked at Leslie, "I want you to ride my cock."

I had only seen this kind of threesome in a movie from Germany. But by this
point, it was looking like another opportunity to take it to the limit. Leslie
seductively removed her pants. Royce watched her salivating at her incredible
body. I removed my sundress and sandals and went to his mouth.

It was a wonder how the table held us all. I could hear Leslie's throaty
groans as he pierced her with his penis. Royce lived up to all expectations
and beyond, making me climax in less than two minutes with his tongue probing
and suckling at me.

Leslie's breasts were bobbing all over when she finally had to release them
from her shirt. Royce was getting the ride of his life, reveling in the feel
of unfamiliar pussy, rocking him and squeezing him. He was getting close, I
knew how long he would last.

Leslie and I were once again in communion and went directly to his primed cock
and balls with intense panting. I tasted her on his cock, reveling in the new
direction into which I delved.

We coddled his balls, our tongues touching several times as we worked him into
a frenzy of moans and groans.

"Mmmmm, god, I'm gonna cum,nooooowwwwwww," and he did so in volumes. Leslie
and I shared what came our way, licking, tasting and devouring it. Royce was
happily spent.

We kissed him, letting him tast his own sweetness. Then Leslie kissed me. It
was bizarre but just further solidified this incredible experience.

We washed him, put on our own scrubs and sterilized ourselves and him. Royce
still couldn't get over what had just taken place. It was tripping over my own
feet. Leslie recovered the quickest and went right back into doctor/patient
mode, checking all the instruments and injecting Royce with the anethesia.

By the time the initial incision was made, we were all back into business
mode. Leslie allowed me to use the retractors to reveal his left testicle. I
was amazed. Royce was excited and watched us as we worked. Despite our sweat,
and my looking at the clock, we made it.

I took his balls to him on a stainless steel tray as Leslie removed the sac
and stitched him. Royce touched his balls with reverence and tenderness. I
kissed him and placed the tray on his chest. Tears were forming in the rims of
his eyes. It was a quiet moment and I let it go undisturbed.

After two hours, his blood pressure was normal, there was no extraordinary
blood loss and she let him urinate in the jar.

Gently, we all hugged and kissed and returned to the hotel to rest. Royce had
his balls in a large vial. He sat them on the nightstand as I showered. He
talked to them, honoring them for all the greatness he had tying them up and
play-acting at castration.

I crawled into the bed next to him. "Did you like your first girl kiss?" he
asked. I was floored. "Royce, it was all for the benefit of the moment. It
wasn't unpleasant, but I did it for you." He nodded, completely understanding
my devotion for him.

I got up and went to my small suitcase. "Royce, I got something for you. Would
you like to see it?" "Sure, what is it," he asked in a small child-like voice.

I opened the box and displayed it for him. I had a jeweler create a gold band
with his family crest on it, our initials. It was not for his finger. It was
to adorn his beautiful cock. "May I slip it on you?" I asked. His voice was
filled with surprise. "Yes, please do." I gently slipped it on - a perfect
fit. We both looked at it and admired it, the gold of the ring on his pure
member.

I kissed him and said, "The circle of grace is now complete."

  

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