Conversion Therapy Ch. 08

As Sheba pushed it in, she asked, "Are you all right? If you need me to, I can stop for a second or two for you to get accustomed."

"I think I'm all right. Go ahead."

She pushed farther and I felt a bit of pain but it wasn't too bad, then I felt it pass through my sphincter and fill my ass. At first, it was very uncomfortable and I sort of grunted from the intrusion. "Relax, darling, let yourself adjust and see what happens."

I felt a little like I had to poop and said so and she told me that was the natural reaction that we have but once I adjusted it wouldn't feel so much like that. I stayed in the position for 3 or 4 minutes, and then she began to move it in and out. She did not bring the bulbous part past my sphincter but just gently pumped in and out. Eventually, it felt good and I sort of enjoyed it, partly because it was turning me on.

"How are you doing now, Layla?"

"I'm feeling good now. It's just odd feeling but somewhat erotic too."

"That's my girl. Now you can keep this one, I have a bigger one I wear fairly often."

"You wear it?"

"Yes, sometimes I'll put it in in the morning after I have my bowel movement and leave it in all day. Other times, if I'm going on a date, I'll wear the balls and the plug."

"Wow! I'll bet that has you turned on pretty brightly then."

"Yes, it does. Usually then when he touches me, I explode. Then I'll have maybe 10 to 15 orgasms during our love making sessions. If we go dancing, I'll often cum on the dance floor. It's pretty cool. I'll even tell the man, if I know him well, that I am loaded."

"I think I'm loaded. Should I unload before I go?"

"Not unless you want to. You can wear them until Jaxson takes them out if you want."

I contemplated that possibility and decided, "What the heck, go for it." So I said, "I'm going to keep them in."

"OK, then, you better get going. I assume you have some things to do to get ready for the date." She paused as if thinking about something. "Tell you what, let's put your bike in my car and I'll run you home. That'll give you an extra 10 or 15 minutes. Plus I'd like to see where you live and what you plan on wearing tonight."

"Well, thank you, Sheba. That's so sweet. I never expected anyone I clean house for to treat me as well as you treat me."

"Layla," she said, holding my head in her hands and looking in my eyes, "You are one dear young lady with incredible potential. I love you like a daughter I never had and I want to enjoy being young again through you. I see much of myself in you when I was your age. I want to be there for you and whatever I can do to guide you as you mature, I will."

We hugged and held it for some moments before she said, "Let's get dressed and get going. You've got a date with Prince Charming."

By the time I had walked from the car to my apartment, I was feeling the balls and the plug quite well. Each step the balls jiggled a bit, not a lot but noticeable. The butt plug was, of course, prominently making itself known. I had not gotten comfortable with it, but it was in its own way stimulating me. I was sort of giddily loving it.

We got inside and I went to my room, stripped and said, "I'm going to take a shower and wash my hair. Are you going to stay or go on home."

"I think I'll hang around. Do you have anything to read."

"On the kitchen table is a photography book. There are a couple of fashion magazines on the couch."

"I'll be fine then, you go on."

I got the shower adjusted and hopped in. I was washing my hair when I started hearing moaning from my bedroom, which got me thinking again about what was in my private parts instead of what I was doing, not that one has to think much when washing one's own hair despite how much I loved the luxurious feel of doing so. The more I heard the moaning though and was thinking of my pussy, the balls, and the surprise on Jaxson's face when he discovered them, the more turned on I got. Then I heard Sheba orgasm and how. I was sure she alerted the neighbors. She was loud and incomprehensible, but it got me even more turned on.

I couldn't avoid it any longer so I slipped my fingers in, but two wouldn't do so I added another. I pumped myself with one and flicked my clit with the other, pumping faster and faster and finally the wave came suddenly and then crashed. I fell to the floor and shivered and shook and exclaimed for what seemed a long while until the water began to go tepid.

I immediately got up and rinsed my hair and shut the water off. I got my towel and began drying off and walked into the bedroom where Sheba was reading my book, naked on the bed. "Are you enjoying the book?"

"Yes, quite, especially the photos. They are all so elegant."

"I've been reading it and studying the photos and the ones in the fashion magazine trying to learn how to pose and use the camera, although I think I need a book on the mechanics of the camera. All I have are the instructions to the camera.

"Where did this book come from?"

"Jaxson had it. I'm not sure why. I borrowed it the first day I visited him in his office."

I finished drying my hair the best I could with the towel and got my hair dryer and began drying my hair. I stood at the foot of the bed to do so and began posing because I noticed Sheba watching. She loved it and I loved making the moves. I was beginning to think I'd love to learn to dance. So I kept moving striking poses and it apparently turned Sheba on.

She moved her hand to her pussy and began stroking it. After a minute or two she had two or three fingers in it. Then to my surprise her hand was in her pussy all the way to her wrist. I was astonished, I never imagined it possible, but there it was right before my eyes. I decided I'd try that, but not now.

I kept posing and drying even after my hair was dry because she was watching. Soon though I changed to brushing it out which led to different poses and she was thrusting and squirming on the bed obviously on the way to another orgasm. I exaggerated hanging my hair down as far as I could bend over to brush it back to front. When I raised up, instead of just raising my head so I could brush front to back, I hung my head back and arched my back, raised my arms thus my breasts until I was nearly forming a 'C'. I could only imagine how this displayed my body to her.

Then she came and I could not believe the power of it. Her vocalizations were even louder more profane than before, at least I thought so. I couldn't make out what she said before, but this time I didn't even know some of the words. I kept brushing, pretty turned on again myself. My hair was more than done and I began putting it up and was done by the time Sheba was recovering.

At last, she spoke, "Oh, my darling, thank you so much. I've not cum like that in so long I cannot remember. I could just curl up and go to sleep, but I want to meet your Prince Charming so I won't."

I laughed a little. "Plus I need your approval of my outfit. First, I have to put on my make up."

"I'll just watch. You have such a lovely and sexy body. Watching you move is a delight. I believe you would make a wonderful model."

"Really!" I responded with surprise.

"Yes, you are thin enough, you have very nice breasts. I have no idea why you should ever have to cover them, they are so lovely."

I was blushing with embarrassment. Nobody had ever said anything about my body like that.

She went on, "In fact, I see no reason you should ever have to wear clothes. A body like yours deserves to be seen."

"Well, I doubt that will happen. Seems the world is against us running around naked."

"There are a few places in the world you can go naked or nearly so. Maybe some day, you can go."

"Have you been to some?"

"Yes, with my husband. Elizabeth and I went to Cape d'agde in France once. That was fun. We spent a week totally naked. There's a whole town where everyone is naked all the time. Stores, restaurants, the beach, everywhere."

"I didn't know."

"There are a number of places women may go topless. Some in Mexico and Latin America. There are even Nudist Campgrounds here in the U.S., but I've never been to one."

"You have to be kidding." I got up from my dressing table and said, "Well, I think I am ready to get dressed."

"Why, what a shame," she exclaimed.

"As you know I am not permitted to ride a motorcycle naked in the U.S."

"So sad, but true."

I got the shorts and slipped them on. Because of their body hugging quality, I wanted Sheba to help me make sure they were fitted correctly.

"Oh, how darling. I may have to get a pair of those."

"Can you check the back and make sure they are on correctly?" I turned my butt to her. She began inspecting and tugging here and there. I was not sure she needed to but used the opportunity to touch and grope a bit.

"These are so sexy. They hug your butt cheeks just right. Turn around."

I did and she inspected. "These are perfect if what you want is to turn Jaxson on."

"That is my intent."

"They are like you've been body painted. They hug everything including your pussy."

"What do you mean?"

"Look in the mirror."

I did and saw something I had not noticed before. I don't know why, but I hadn't. The shorts hugged so well, they formed a camel toe at my pussy.

"I don't think I can wear these."

"Don't be silly. Of course, you can. After all, the only person who is going to see you for the most part is Jaxson. That'll be good I think. If you are concerned by others, what's it matter, they'll all be strangers. Go for it, girl. Be bold."

Her encouragement made me more comfortable, so I decided to stay with the shorts. I put on my halter top and she went ape.

"Oh, I love it. It looks so seductive but frames you so nicely. Your breasts show just enough and your nipples just enough. My what a magnificent choice. I'm wishing I were Jaxson."

"Why's that?"

"Cause I want to mall you my dear, but I know you must save yourself."

I could tell I was blushing wildly because I suddenly felt hot. I wasn't sure I wanted to save myself because I was getting very turned on by the clothes and her reaction to them. But I went back to getting dressed. I put on the chaps and buckled them up and then my shoes. When I was done, I stood and asked, "What do you think now?"

Sheba looked me over head to foot and grinned broadly. Those chaps frame your shorts perfectly. It'll be hard for anyone to look at you and not have their eyes drawn there. I guess that is what you hope will happen to Jaxson."

"Sort of," I replied coyly. "I have a jacket and gloves too. You want to see them?"

"No, not right now. He'll be here in a few minutes. I don't think I have mentioned something. Tell me if I have. Did I mention having anal intercourse?"

"Sort of. I think. Even if you did, tell me again. I've heard so much today."

"OK, you can of course take the butt plug out at any time. Certainly! The thing I want you to know is that you can have anal intercourse with Jaxson until you can have it vaginally. It takes a lot of lube. Have him insert his fingers as far as possible to get the lube in. Then he needs to lube his cock and go very slowly giving you time to accommodate him. Once you do that, you can experience pleasure. Does the plug feel good now?"

I nodded and said, "Yes!"

"Then I think maybe not the first time, but by the second or third time you'll find it pleasurable and the more turned on you are the better. In a week or so, you'll have anal orgasms which are superb. Almost over the top. So keep trying."

A knock came at the door. "Should I get dressed?" Asked Sheba.

"Not to worry, why don't you answer the door? He's seen Grindle and Sheila he might as well get to know you naked also. Then we are all out in the open so to speak."

She went to the door and I hid in the bedroom. I heard her say, "Hi, you must be Jaxson."

He replied, "Ummmmm, yeah and you are?"

"I'm Sheba, Layla is my housekeeper. I came over with her so I could meet you."

"I'm sorry Sheba, but it is sort of strange to meet someone who is naked."

"Oh, that. I never wear clothes at home and so Layla has begun cleaning my house naked, or did last week. I hope you don't mind."

"I'm fine with you being naked, it was just a big surprise because it is not every day one is greeted at the door by a naked person. At least, it isn't for me."

"Well, anyway, your princess awaits," she said as she walked to my bedroom door and stood to the side. "May I present your princess, Jaxson."

I had gotten my jacket and flipped it over my shoulder, holding it with my finger like in one of the poses I had studied and walked out the best I could as a model. When he saw me, his jaw dropped, his eyes went wide, and then he transitioned to one huge grin.

"Wow!" he exclaimed. Then, "You look amazing, sexy, I'm not going to make it to the bike without ravaging you."

"Down boy," I said. "You'll get it in due time. Just hang on."

"To what, my stiffening cock." And it was, I could see it. He had on a pair of dockers and his cock was creating a tent. I wanted to go down on him right then, but I sort of had plans.

"Layla, darling, I'm going to go and leave you two love birds to yourselves. Jaxson, my dear," she said going to him and hugging him, "I have heard so much about you all of which is good. However, if you hurt my Layla, you'll be sorry."

"I'll guarantee you that the last thing I have in mind is hurting her. I was thinking of a thousand other things I'd like to do right now," he replied smiling broadly.

"I'm sure. Me to, but I'll leave her to you." She picked up her dress and slipped it on as she left the apartment.

Jaxson sort of stood there stunned. I wasn't sure what to say either, but then I went to him and we hugged and kissed and kissed and hugged for a pretty long time. Finally, he said, "You know we better get going if we want to get where we are going tonight."

I grabbed my bag, a small duffle because I had only a few extra pair of shorts and blouses, a dress in case, my bag of essentials, and some cosmetics. We walked arms wrapped around each other to the bike and he put my stuff in one of the saddle bags.

On the way, he asked, "What's going on with you and Sheba? She acts like there is more between you than client and housekeeper."

"There is, I guess. I think she sees me as the daughter she never had. I did not clean house at all today. Instead, she took me to see her doctor. Then the two of them spent some time educating me and mentoring me on the subject of my body and sex. We didn't have sex, she just taught me stuff I would never have learned from my mother who, I am sure, never had sex."

"So you were born of a virgin?" he laughed.

"I'm pretty sure I was."

"Well, you'll have to tell me about it all later. We'll not be able to talk much on the bikes because there is no communication system in the helmets and we'll be horse if we try to talk."

"That's fine, we don't need to talk. I just want to be with you and have an adventure."

He then taught me a few hand signals, so I could let him know if I needed to stop and why and we were off for our weekend. I was excited beyond compare to any other time in my life except perhaps for our first date. I had contemplated for days what may happen, and now it was happening. Wow!

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I had spent the past few hours simply trying to do something besides obsess about the trip. I was wondering what Layla was doing and imagined her cleaning Sheba's house. Then my mind went to sort of planning what we would do which was sort of silly. Once we got to the campsite, I knew what we were going to do, just not the possible timing or what the arrangements permitted. Other than a tent and cooking pots, pans, utensils, a lantern, mosquito candles, and water, I had no idea what else was at the campsite. Of course, there was no way for me to carry anything. My Suzuki GS 550L had saddle bags but no other space for cargo if I carried a passenger. I preferred the passenger.

I only packed a few shorts, shirts and my bathing suit, should I need it, a couple of towels, a ground cover, and soap. I thought about getting some condoms, but decided not to as she seemed determined to not have intercourse at least until she had birth control pills and as far as I knew she had none.

Even though I was doing stuff, my mind was constantly imagining my naked, beautiful Layla which kept me on edge of horniness. Whenever my mind focused on that image, I started getting hard.

I tried taking a nap. A lot of good that did. That left my mind free to think about the trip and Layla. Was I ever falling for her more and more? I had never had this experience with any other woman.

About 2, I was lying on my chase trying to fall asleep when I heard foot steps and woke to find Sheila coming onto my patio. She saw my eyes open, smiled and said, "Hi, big boy. How's it hangin'?" She had noticed my very erect cock. Nothing particularly new there. She was ribbing me.

"As you can see, it isn't hanging at all. My mind seems to be stuck in one gear today."

"Would that gear be named Layla?"

"You guessed it and your being here naked doesn't move the gear shift at all. It's all about her."

"You do have it bad, my boy. This is the day you all are headed out for the trip?"

"Yes. I'm supposed to pick her up at 3. It seems like time has stopped."

"I'll assure you it hasn't. She's a lucky girl and I think your a lucky man from what I've seen of her."

"As I've said, I certainly never imagined finding a woman who is so gorgeous, sexy, and intelligent. It's been kind of odd though to see her transform almost overnight from the prudish, fundamentalist, repressed woman to this very sexy, liberated woman."

"Be careful, Jaxson."

"What do you mean?"

"Just because she has changed the clothes she is wearing and having sex with you does not mean she is suddenly liberated from her past. She probably has many demons still in her closet. As time passes, they'll very likely come back to haunt her. When they do, it may take great patience on your part to be there for her while she goes through the struggle."

I contemplated that for a few minutes before responding and Sheila was patient enough to let me. "I guess I understand in general what you may mean, but the specifics elude me."

"Lay aside your intellectual, logical mind on this one, Jaxson. She'll need you to feel with her so you can love her."

"So, how do you know so much about this?"

"I was her once. When I was 20, I wore clothes that covered every inch of my body except hands and head. I was the prude of prudes because I had been raised to be. I had a chastity belt of the mind on my sexuality and anyone who even hinted at an interest in me was shunned. I had no idea how it would ever happen but I was convinced that God had some man planned for me and when he showed up, I'd know it and he'd know it and we'd get married."

"How come you never told me this? I thought you were raised by atheists and nudists," I laughed, "not really, but geez."

"Nope, wrong. My parents were and my mom still is a very conservative Jews. I am now an outcast. She, of course, knows little about what I do here, the men or women I may see and the like, but she knows I don't go to synagogue and that I have sort of rejected the whole religion thing."

"So how does that affect your relationship?"

"She thinks I don't love her because I am not a Jew the way she thinks I should be. That's not true. There have been times since I broke out of the prison, that I haven't loved her. I hated her for a while until I realized why she was how she was. If it hadn't been for a very good friend who was very sensitive, I would never have separated the things and found a way to freedom from that demon. It wasn't easy though. It still isn't always because she'll get on my case about not going to synagogue or tell me I need to meet a nice Jewish man and get married. God, what a pain that is!"