Conversion Therapy Ch. 10

She looked at me coyly and said, "Is it working?"

"I think I need to check with the little guy and see if he can handle it so soon." She laughed and hugged my arm to her breast.

"So what's the celebration?"

"Well, we've spent two full days together and we've not fought over anything, and we've had a very good time. And we are finishing up by buying you a dress you look extremely beautiful in."

"And hot!"

"Yes, and hot. Should we move to a table in the AC?"

"Why?"

"You said you were hot, right?"

"You know what I mean," she said faux slapping me.

I put my arm around her hugged her and put my hand inside her dress to feel her breast. Our waiter came with our drinks. He clearly saw what I was doing but ignored it. "Are you ready to order appetizers or dinner?"

I responded, "No, we've not even opened the menu yet. Give us about five minutes."

He said, "OK, enjoy."

We quickly looked over the menu and decided to get calamari. We talked a bit and I fondled her breast.

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Well, the dress shopping trip went more or less as I had hoped it would. I just hadn't expected to have such an overpowering orgasm as I did. Then he nearly blew my head off.

Melinda had been quite nice and obviously happy we'd come in despite our very small order. When we got to the restaurant, we were surprised to be led to a table that was as private as we could have asked for. I don't think anyone could see whatever we decided to do unless it was the waiter.

When he came to take our appetizer order, Jaxson had his hand inside my dress playing with my breast, sort of just running his finger tip around my nipple. It felt so good as it usually does.

We asked for more time and the waiter went off. We smiled knowingly at each other because for sure the waiter had seen what was going on and hardly seemed to notice. Jaxson, knowing that if he was going to see he already had, just kept on, the movement of his finger under my dress obvious.

I said, "I'd like to ask your something."

"Hope it's not too hard."

"No, do you think your minister would talk to me this week?"

"I'm sure he would. He's usually very open to making appointments. It'll depend on his schedule. What do you want to talk to him about?"

"You know I'm struggling with this intercourse thing." He nodded. "Well, I'd like to talk to someone who knows the Bible well, has no interest in me and can give me a more objective take on the subject of pre-marital sex."

He hugged me to him and said, "I'm sure he'll be more than happy to talk to you."

The waiter arrived with the calamari and set it down saying, "The batch just came out of the fryer. Enjoy. Are you ready to order dinner yet."

"I don't think so," responded Jaxson. "Can you give us about 30 minutes? I think with the calamari and drinks we're good for at least that long. We want to enjoy the scenery and each other."

The waiter smiled conspiratorially and left.

Jaxson's hand never left my breast. I reached up with my right hand and began to mimic what he was doing to my right breast with my left breast. He lightly caressed my nipple and me doing the same. After a minute of two of us just looking at each other in the eye, he began to circle my areola and I began to do the same. He took a bite of calamari with his right hand which was sort of awkward as his arm was in the way. Then he gave me a bite.

His hand cupped my breast and his thumb began to strum my nipple. I did the same to the other breast and then moved the slit of my dress open so I could get to my pussy and began to caress it with my free hand. I hadn't thought about cumming here. Well, that's a lie. I think I had thought about cumming in the middle of the street, on the sidewalk, at the entrance of the restaurant and so on. What I really meant is that I sort of dismissed the idea as impossible. Now it seemed perfectly credible. When Jaxson began on my breast, I knew it was going to happen and now I was well on my way.

He went back to touching my nipple softly and staring at me with those beautiful eyes. I caressed around my pussy down between my labia and thighs, then I pulled on my labia for a bit getting more and more turned on. I penetrated my pussy with two fingers and began to massage my G-Spot and eventually got my cervix where I could touch it. After four or five strokes inside, I'd come out and stroke my clit, then back in. My G-spot was swelling and stiffening so that I ran my fingers down the valley on one side, around the top and back out on the valley on the other side. Then I'd caress the hole in my cervix and circle on the doughnut. All the while moaning and groaning.

"Jaxson, I whispered. I think I'm going to cum. You think it's all right."

"It better be because I want you to."

"What about you?" I whispered and moaned.

"Don't worry I've cum enough, it'll be a while before I can again."

"You sure." I sort of moaned and whimpered.

"I'm sure, I want you to cum, baby."

"OK," I whimpered again. I kept my approach up, four or five strokes in my pussy and then a few on my clit. Then stimulating my cervix by entering the hole and circling the doughnut. It all felt magnificent and turned me on more and more. I had learned the value of a slow boil earlier today so I wasn't in a hurry, but I could feel the wave. As usual, it was swelling but this time it was like I saw it coming from a long way off on the horizon. It seemed it was taking a long time to arrive so I could swim on to it, but all the time I was getting more and more turned on.

Jaxson began to cup and squeeze my breast and I mimicked him with the other. It felt so good. My nipples were very hard almost painfully so and my breast swollen and firm. My clit was about as engorged as it ever had been. So was my G-spot. Finally, the wave was there and I swam onto it and began riding it. I scooted down so if I squirted it wouldn't get on the hem of my dress. Then it hit. I was moaning and whimpering and groaning, and now I began to almost scream trying to suppress it. Then I began saying out loud, "Jaxson, darling, it's so good. I'm cumming. Eeeee, ahhhh, ohhh, so good. Oh, God." I screamed as I bucked from the power of it. It was passing and then it came again and I did squirt. I think it hit the chair across from me.

I was quaking and squirming and whining for probably 4 or 5 minutes. Jaxson just held me. I had to push his hand away from my breast it was so sensitive. No matter how many times I came, I seemed to get more turned on.

Finally, I got my voice, "Oh, Jaxson, that was so good. Is it OK though? You don't feel badly about me?"

"Why would I do that?" he whispered.

"You don't think I'm a slut?" I sort of whined. "I can't stop wanting to cum. I want your cock in my mouth. I want it in my hand."

"I want to wait until after dinner when I've had more time to recharge. I find you amazing and incredibly mysterious. I definitely do not think you a slut."

"You sure?" I whined again.

"Yes, my love. You are intoxicating."

"OK, let me just curl up and you hold me."

We sat for about 10 minutes my head buried in his shoulder and he watching the sunset and finishing the calamari. The waiter returned to take our order and we still were not ready. Jaxson got the menu and asked me if shrimp scampi sounded good. I nodded and said, "Anything."

He ordered shrimp scampi for me and fried shrimp for himself and when the waiter left, he said, "We can share."

I nodded and went back to basking in the glow of my orgasm and his love. The food came too fast. I wanted this to last forever, but I sat up and we ate. I really liked the scampi but the fried shrimp was only OK for me, not what I wanted a lot of. I had wild rice and asparagus. Jaxson had a baked potato and broccoli.

We were done way too fast. We were going to have to go, I thought, and I didn't want to. Then the waiter came with a dessert. It was a brownie with vanilla ice cream and hot fudge, whipped cream and a cherry. "It's on the house," he said.

"Why?" asked Jaxson.

"The owner sent it."

"Who's the owner?" asked Jaxson.

"Melinda."

That sort of explained it, but why was she being so generous to us?

We ate the dessert and the waiter presented the bill and Jaxson paid it. As we left, we went by the bar towards the bathrooms. On the way we passed Melinda. We stopped and spoke politely thanking her for the dessert. I said, "Melinda, you were far too generous to us."

"No, I enjoyed having you in the store and at my restaurant. I am sure you enjoyed the love nest and hope you'll come back some time."

"I think we just might," replied Jaxson.

I nodded and said, "Definitely."

"So you guys go on and have a good time, and Layla, darling, have many more like the one in the love nest," and winked.

I turned red. She knew about the one in the love nest, really! How?

We hurried to the restroom. Got our gear on and headed back to camp. Fortunately, we found our way with no problem, parked the bike and undressed. The tent had been closed up all day and despite the temperature outside being quite pleasant, it was hot in the tent. We opened it up to let it air out.

I led Jaxson to the pick nick table and told him to sit on the table because I was going to get the dessert I'd been waiting on. He did, his cock hardened quickly almost fully before I had a chance to touch him.

I knelt in the sand and took him in my hand. I stroked him with both hands for a minute or two, then began to squeeze his balls and stroke him at the same time drawing an audible moan from him. I caressed the head with my thumb a bit just loving how it feels. Then I began licking the head, sticking my tongue in his pee hole, and flicking my tongue there. I took his cock head in my mouth and lath it with saliva and licked it and sucked it savoring the feel. I gradually worked down his cock until I had it all the way in and let the head slip into my throat and swallowed extracting another moan.

I withdrew and bobbed up and down sometimes slowly and then more rapidly and then slowly again. I wanted to savor him not just make him cum. He began to emit pre-cum which was one of my goals. Now he'd be slick in my mouth and getting the cum slowly was a turn on for me.

Were it not the case that both hands were busy on his cock and balls with an occasional tour through his legs to his asshole and crack, I would have been working my clit, but they were both busy as was my mouth and I wished for another hand. Every few seconds, I'd look up into his eyes past his magnificent chest and fall in love again. His eyes were now intent—lust filled. I knew he wanted to cum.

I reached down and dipped my finger in my pussy and then put it between his legs and penetrated his asshole with it. He groaned and moaned. I began to work his prostate and suck his cock more earnestly, working his balls with my other hand. He was beginning to thrust involuntarily and I could feel his balls contract, his cock harden and swole and I knew it was almost time.

I drew back so my mouth didn't have so much cock in it and sucked the head until he shot his first load. It was quite a load too. I could hardly contain it. In fact, a bit dribbled out. That was OK. I'd take care of it later. He must have shot 6 or 7 times. I tried swallowing in between loads, but was unable to—they came so fast. I lost some down my chin which dribbled onto my breasts which I am sure I will always love.

His prostate was pulsing and now it was quivering. I kept sucking until I was sure he was done and every drop was accounted for. He signaled for me to pull out, which I did, not sure why I should. But, then I corn cobbed up and down his cock on both sides, top and bottom. He groaned some more.

He began to soften and I sat back on my heels and began collecting the cum I had lost and eating it. When it came to my breasts, I stood up and rubbed it in.

When I was done, I said happily, "Wow! All done."

He smiled even bigger than he had been and said, "For now. Right."

"Absolutely! For now!"

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After Layla finished giving me an incredible blow job—it ranked up there with all the ones she had given me—we went and laid down in the tent. NOTE: rating her blow jobs is a lost cause because I can't imagine how anyone could top her or how she could top herself.

We lay there cuddling. I stroked her wherever I could reach—her head, face, breast, side, hip, leg. Occasionally, I'd stroke her breast that was exposed because we were lying facing each other. I couldn't get to but her right breast. She stroked my not quite hard cock and balls.

I said, "You like my cock and balls, don't you?"

"Yes, don't you?" she giggled.

"Of course, but they seem intimately attached to me."

"Well, big boy, I'm intimately attached to you and plan on being the rest of my life. Thus I'm intimately attached to them. Plus, I love the way your cock feels. It's hard but even when it is hardest, it is soft to the touch. The head is so velvety. Your balls are like worry balls. They take my worries away."

"I never thought of that. Next time I'm worrying about something, I'll start playing with my balls," I laughed. "As if I don't play with them enough as it is."

"Now you have to compete with me," she said giggling.

I laughed. "So you think we are a couple?"

She lifted up on her elbow and looked me in the eyes and said, "Do I think we are a couple? Yes, I do and you better not forget it." She stopped and looked startled. "I hope that's OK with you."

I laughed and said, "Yes, my love, I think I am perfectly OK with that."

"In the morning will you call your pastor for me?"

"Sure, as soon as we get back to town."

"No, could we call from here. Maybe he will have an opening tomorrow afternoon."

"That serious huh?"

She tightened her grip on my balls and said, "Why do you think I'm playing with these things so much. I need to get this issue resolved or as close to being as I can. The sooner, the better."

"We can look for a phone as we go through the town. I think now we should get some sleep, what do you think?"

"Maybe so. Been a big day," she said squeezing my cock indicating something I wasn't sure of.