Conversion Therapy Ch. 05

As we surveyed the campus which was gorgeous with its very old stone buildings intermixed with some appropriately designed contemporary ones, he never stopped caressing me. It felt so sensuous to be naked in this semi-public place with this handsome man who couldn't keep his hands off me. He felt over my breasts, my stomach, vulva, ass and back and around again and again. I guess I do not need to say that I was getting super turned on. I was sure I would orgasm any second, but I didn't.

Once we made the rounds, Jaxson took a blanket from his pack and spread it on the floor, then he lay me on it and began to kiss me. After a few minutes of tongue play, he pecked me on both cheeks which gave me shivers. Then he bit first one and then the other ear. The second one, he sucked and chewed for a bit. Shivers again. Then he bit down my neck and chest to my breast. More shivers. What a turn on having him bite me was!

At my breast, he flicked his tongue on my nipple and then sucked it in. His tongue snaked out and around the fullness of my breast. I moaned with delight and need. He switched to the other and when he did, he ran his hand down my stomach to my pussy and began to massage my vulva, then my clit and then back through my pussy to my asshole. I squirmed into him wanting more, needing more. He then began kissing and nibbling down to my pussy. He ran his tongue down from my vulva to my asshole and back several times, and I squirmed and moaned and even screamed from need.

I started chanting, "Please! Please! Please!" My need so intense I couldn't say what. He kept teasing me with his tongue for a few minutes and then, without warning, he plunged fingers into my vagina. Oh my, did it feel good and did I ever cum. I'm not sure but I think I let out screams so loud the whole campus could hear. I hoped the police didn't come running.

Jaxson then began to flick his tongue on my clitoris while fingering my pussy. He set up a rhythm with his fingers that flicked my cervix and then that spot just inside. It felt so good and it wasn't long before I was cumming again. Again I let out loud screams of lustful satisfaction, even, I think, calling his name—probably not a good idea.

He didn't stop despite I was growing almost intolerably sensitive. He pulled at least one but not all his fingers from my pussy and inserted one in my asshole. I never thought something so dirty could feel so good. He began to pump slowly in and out of both orifices. I could feel the stimulation from my ass through to my vagina. Between the two I could feel myself growing in need more deeply then ever before. Instead of at my opening, it was deep inside. Then in a rush, I came again. It was different. I came as if on a wave that I rode for what seemed minutes but was probably only seconds, but time seemed suspended and then the wave that must have crested at 50 ft, crashed and I let out a long high pitched, "Ahh!"

He kept up licking me but seemed to sense I had enough for now. I was hyper sensitive and couldn't stand him licking my clit. He removed his fingers and licked me clean. So heavenly! He licked at my vagina, my pussy lips and my asshole. I was in heaven. I think I was reinterpreting what I thought heaven was like.

After some time, I became conscious enough to say, "Turn about is fair play in love. Since we will not have any war, it'll only be love. Lay down."

He did and I began a similar assault flicking his nipples with my tongue which he seemed to enjoy. Then I kissed down his stomach to his cock. While I just wanted to consume it, I decided he deserved some teasing and just kissed and licked around its base, then his balls, back to his asshole. He began to squirm so I knew I was getting it right. He began to thrust his hips up every time I licked at his ass hole, so I took the clue and inserted a finger. He moaned loudly. I began to move my finger over the lump and he moaned again. I decided I needed his cock and as I continued massaging the lump in his ass, I took him in my mouth all the way to my throat. Oh, did it feel good. Then I pulled out and began sucking and licking the head of his cock. He began thrusting up with his hips. I sucked harder and then let him slide in and out. I pushed down to take more of him. He began to caress my hair and scalp with his hands which began to turn me on more. I always loved when someone caressed my head. I think I could cum from it.

I was once more feeling like heaven when he began to groan and thrust with greater need. I was feeling excited that I was going to get a load of cum when the first squirt came. It hit the back of my throat hard, a particularly pleasant feeling. I swallowed as quickly as I could but not quick enough for the next explosion. Some leaked out of my mouth, but I swallowed again just before the third. I was able to swallow all the rest.

When he was done, I began to clean him up, something he seemed to enjoy about as much as cumming.

I crawled up his chest and lay on him with his softening cock between my legs. "Jaxson," I moaned.

"Yes?"

"I want it in me so much I can hardly stand it."

"I'm willing, its willing. It's up to you."

"I have to think about it more. It's so in my head that it is a sin that I'm not sure how I would feel if I did it. I have to be sure."

"We also need birth control. I don't even have condoms. And you may have questions about whether I have any STDs."

"What?"

"Sexually transmitted diseases."

"I lifted off him and said, what are those?"

"You know like syphilis and gonnorhea."

I looked at him with the confusion that I felt.

"You don't know about those?"

"No, you have to remember, we aren't supposed to have sex with anyone until we get married. Are those things you get if you have sex with a bunch of people."

"It's something you can catch from someone who has them. You don't get them just from having sex. One reason for condoms is birth control but another is to avoid catching a disease. I guess I need to confess that I have had sex with a few girls, a very few. It's never been anything like what I'm having with you."

I looked with a big question mark on my face, "What's the difference?"

"You, I think, I am in love with or heading there. They were just girls I knew. I didn't know what I was doing, it was over in a few minutes and there was no real connection. At times I thought I might as well just masturbate. With you, masturbation is no substitute."

I smiled broadly. "Really, you feel that way cause I do too. I mean the falling in love thing."

The bells signaling the hour rang and we had not eaten. Jaxson lifted me off him and said, "We need to eat. I have class in 30 minutes."

We sat naked and ate our sandwiches saying little. I sort of fell into contemplation or even meditation. So much to process.

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I must say when I turned and looked up and saw her standing there, I was so filled with a sense of pleasure that I could hardly control myself. She is such a beautiful being. She is indeed a beautiful body but also a beautiful soul. I don't believe we are two distinct things, bodies and souls, but we are living beings, bodies capable of spirituality. She exudes a wonderful spirit.

When I discovered she was there to see about going to college, I was even more pleased. I hoped I had not influenced her to do something she may regret, but it did not seem so. She seemed quite confident and more so than ever.

It pleased me to be able to introduce her to the Director of Admissions. I think it impressed Layla but it pleased Dr. Compton. She clearly has taken a liking to me and seems pleased to see me whenever. That I would bring a woman with whom I had a special relationship directly to her seemed to please her greatly.

The admissions packet she gave Layla would probably be intimidating when she first opened it, so I suggested we look at it together that evening. Anything to be with her. She accepted my offer.

We got lunch and went to the tower. When I asked her to take off her dress, I was surprised and pleasantly so, that she was so willing. Clearly, we had spent numerous hours already naked but this was a more public sort of place despite I locked the door. It showed she had total confidence in me.

When we began to make love, she was amazing, so alive, dynamic and responsive. I almost came just making love to her despite I was not being touched at all. It was so extremely erotic watching her rise to cumming and then cumming and she didn't try to hold back. She surrendered completely.

Then she made love to me with such ardor, I was in heaven. She seems to know intuitively what to do and how to do it. When I came, it was an explosion. That she showed that she loved it made it even better.

Afterwards she expressed a desire to have intercourse and her doubts about doing so. Personally, I can't wait and I'm past the guilt thing, but I do not wish to push because I don't want any guilt involved when it happens. We did talk birth control and STDs. I think it will be a while. I am sure when it happens, it will be fireworks for us both. That being said, I'm happy as it is and can probably go on like this forever.

I had a class to teach so we got dressed. I saw her pick up her panties and asked if I could have them until tonight. She asked what for and I told her as a reminder.

"What will you do with them?"

"I'll put them in my pocket and while I am preparing for class, I will lay them on the lectern where I will see them every time I look at it. I'll probably be as hard as a rock the whole class."

"Really?" She asked with a wicked grin on her face. "May I come to your class?"

"You may at any time, but if I recall you have a house to clean."

"Yes, I do and I better get moving. I want to get there on time and get home early if I can. I have an application to fill out," she said hugging the packet and swooshing back and forth.

I was unable to concentrate very well except in class. Layla dominates my thoughts. I finally had to secret away her panties because every time I saw them, I lost my thought and had to retrace to get back on track. I do not like seeming unprepared or distracted in class.

I was supposed to attend a committee meeting, but knew there was no point so I called in for an excuse— spent an hour or so in my office, and then went home to relax on my chase and take a swim. I couldn't wait until time to go to Layla's.

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I rode my bike as quickly as I could to my cleaning job. It wasn't far and the day a bit cooler. I had forgotten all about having to write my mother about leaving school. If she were to hear from them before from me, she'd be angry. I didn't need her angry because she was bad enough when she wasn't angry.

When I got to the house, a modest one story of maybe 1200 sq ft, I realized I had not thought to bring clothes for cleaning. I couldn't wear my dress. It would be a mess when I was done, so I did the only thing I could. I stripped it off leaving me stark naked. Fortunately, for me and my liberation, I almost never saw any of the people I cleaned for. Mrs. F was the prime exception and she has always been a cool woman.

I quickly cleaned the kitchen and bathroom, dusted, and got the bedclothes to washing. Then I began to vacuum. I noticed that the vacuum made quite a vibration. I don't think I ever noticed or thought much about it. Anyway, I wondered how it would feel on my pussy, so I placed the handle up against it. It wasn't the dildo, but it was nice. I sat down on a chair and held the handle in place and relaxed. After a few minutes, I needed something in my pussy. I tried my fingers, but they did not fill me very well. I recalled there was a bunch of bananas in the kitchen. I went to get one, but looked in the refrigerator.

In the bottom drawer I saw a nice sized cucumber. I wondered how a cold cucumber would feel. So I returned to the chair with cucumber in hand and put it slowly into my pussy. The coolness was quite stimulating, so I turned the vac back on and pressed it to my clit. It also touched the end of the cucumber. This was quite nice. It took a bit to get everything just right, but as the cucumber grew warmer, the stimulation grew greater and then I came like crazy. Wow! It is a good thing I was alone because I let out a string of incoherent Ahs and Ohs quite loudly.

I continued my work, changed the bedclothes from washer to dryer and put the towels in the washer. I went back to vacuuming.

My mind went back to the time in the tower and wondered if Jaxson found my vagina too loose or very good. Maybe we needed to talk about it. I finished vacuuming and had nothing else to do but make the bed. I checked the sheets which were almost dry but not quite. The towels were on spin and I noticed the machine was making quite a vibration. I moved over to it and leaned my vulva against it. Oh my, was that good.

I just stood there letting it have its way with me and in a few minutes I came again. I never knew house keeping could be so much fun. I had often spontaneously cum while cleaning but I was always sort of ashamed of it and embarrassed. Now, I felt fulfilled, pleased, filled with joy, and somehow less pent up. I hoped I was not being displeasing to God.

The sheets finished, so I pulled them out and placed the towels in the dryer and made the beds. There are only two.

I was finished about 15 minutes early but checked to make sure nothing was forgotten. Then I slipped my dress back on and left for home. I was having to ride without panties and I never put my skirt under me because I was afraid it would get wet from my pussy. The seat was super stimulating me along with my being turned on for being nearly naked. But, I didn't cum. I thought that peculiar. All this stimulation and I didn't cum. Before I could cum and I wasn't even aware of the stimulation.

When I arrived home, I quickly stripped, got a pen and paper and sat on the balcony on the side of the table away from the railing but it felt good to be where the air could move freely around my naked body. I began writing to Mom. I told her pretty much the same as I told the college but also told her that I had met a wonderful Christian man, despite his being a Presbyterian, and that he was a college professor. I knew she would find the whole idea objectionable and told her that unlike the men at school who treated me like a thing, Jaxson treated me like a person who deserved his respect, that he was kind and generous and was helping me get admitted to the college where he taught. I made it clear that I felt so confined and repressed by having toed the line of what she, Dad and the church said I should do. Now I felt liberated and able to rejoice in life and in God. I even quoted something that Jaxson had told me that in the Presbyterian Church, they believed that the chief purpose of man was to enjoy and glorify God. I had begun to enjoy God and God's gift to me of myself.

I knew none of that would make it easier, but I felt honesty was the best policy. I told her I would write Dad also.

I had just finished when a knock came to the door. I slipped my dress back on and answered it. It was Grindle. She did not wait to come in. She came through the door like a buffalo. "You are not going to believe this."

"What?"

"The news about you was all over the school in milliseconds. Everyone was aghast. Everybody said they thought this would happen with other women but not you. What a surprise! Harry asked me what I thought and I told him we needed to talk privately. We went down the street to the park and talked. I told him I thought you were brave and doing what was right for you. He said that I could not see you again because you had strayed and you even said heretical things. I said that I wasn't going to stop seeing you. He said, 'What you going that way too.' I said, 'Maybe. But I don't like you telling me I can and can't do things. You know I do have a mind of my own.' He was completely flabbergasted."

"You go, girl." I said in the pause of her monologue.

"He said, 'What are you going to do?' I asked him what he meant. He told me it was my responsibility to follow his decisions because we were getting married and he was to be the head of the household. I told him I was tired of living like I had no say in things. It was always what ever he said. I wear what he says, I take the classes he wants me to, I go to church where he wants, I believe what he believes and so on and so forth. You know."

"Yes, I do."

"Well, I'm done. I think I was excited about you because I was living through you. I wanted to wear those panties, I wanted to wear that bikini. I wanted to go on a date with a man who would treat me with respect and not make lots of demands. I want to date a man I can be excited about that I can actually long to be with. I have never had that with Harry. When we 'made love', it wasn't making love it was just getting off. I want to make love to someone." She stopped. "I'm sorry, I'm just dumping. But I suggested we spend the evening last night naked together and he nearly lost it. I want to get naked and be naked all day." With that she stood up and began undressing. Did she ever have a lot of clothes on. A blouse under which was a chemise, under which was a very thick bra. Then there was the skirt with the slip and panty hose. Then her full coverage panties.

"You must have been hot."

"Yes, but this is how I am expected to dress and unless we are getting ready for sex, I must be dressed this way. It's so oppressive. Now I'm free though. I may never put anything on again."

"Well, you may want to. Jaxson will be over in about an hour or so."

"OK, give me a robe and I'll go get some stuff from the car."

I did and she did. Then I said, "Grindle, that looks like everything you own," as I looked at the somewhat large pile on the floor.

"It is. Can I stay with you a few nights until I get something worked out?"

"What if Jaxson wants to stay over. We've not done that but I was considering it."

"Are you guys doing it?"

"What?"

"You knowww," she sort of whined.

"You mean intercourse?"

"Yes, silly!"

"Not yet and I'm not sure I'm ready to. Even if I wanted to we can't."

"Why not?"

"We have no birth control. I think I want to be on the pill before we do, but I'm still hung up on the sin thing. I love making love to him and what we do is so exhilarating, I can't describe it."

"OK, well for now get naked."

I did. Then I said, "I need to start on my application for college. Come on the balcony with me." She did. It seemed not to bother her that she could be seen in the chair she chose.

She began looking through the material I had and I worked on filling out the application. It was sort of tedious but I was excited and that made up for the tedium. It was nearly six pages and required a short written essay on why I want to go to college.

I decided to write it out and then rewrite on the application. Maybe, I thought, Jaxson would edit it for me. So I dove in. Grindle kept perusing the material.

At one point I looked up and asked, "What will we do when Jaxson comes?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we are both naked aren't we? Shouldn't we put some clothes on?"

"Why, doesn't he go naked most of the time?"

"Uh, yeah! But I'm not sure about you, me and him."

"Didn't you say Sheila is naked all the time and they practically live together. I won't be living with him and you'll be here the whole time."

I thought for a few minutes, then said, "Yeah, but I am this skinny girl with small breasts and you are a voluptuous brunette with all the right curves and nice sized breasts." Hers were probably the size of a nice orange where mine were more like a large apricot.

"That's silly. You are gorgeous. You have terrific legs, a beautiful pussy and your breasts are a mouth full. You have the face of a goddess. Besides that, he's fallen for you", she said with emphasis on the 'you'.