Conversion Therapy Ch. 11

It wasn't long before I was asleep and seemed like I just had gone to sleep when I woke up to the brightly shining sun. Layla was sucking on my cock. I just lay there and enjoyed it until I realized how bad I needed to pee. I stopped her and went out to pee. She followed and did likewise.

I suggested we bathe and then make love again. She said all right and we went to the creek and bathed each other. We sat in the sun and dried off her sitting in my lap. We began kissing and groping and returned to the tent. She said, "Let's 69. You on top."

I was fine with that so we got into position and she took my cock in her mouth and I began to pleasure her, licking and biting her vulva, then going down to the area between her labia and her thigh eventually taking each labia in my teeth in turns and sucking, licking and gently biting them which brought soft moans and squirms.

In the mean time, she was alternately sucking hard on my cock head and deep throating it. It felt incredible. I was getting harder by the second and I could feel cum gathering for the storm.

I continued my journey into her vagina. I began to tongue fuck her. I have a long tongue and can get in about an inch, just enough to be able to touch her G-spot. When it gets engorged, it protrudes a bit from the vagina so then I can get to it easily. I was actually teasing her not wanting things to end too soon. Having her sucking my cock was just too nice a thing to have happen.

I finally went to her clit and began flicking it. She thrust up and squirmed a bit. I penetrated her vagina with two and then three fingers. I didn't want to put in more because then I could not maneuver to play with both her G-spot and her cervix. I began pumping in and out and stroking left to right over her G-spot and then placing the tip of my finger in the hole of her cervix and running it around the doughnut, an act that always brought a moan of pleasure and at least a slight thrust.

By now she was squirming and thrusting, and I alternately remained still or thrust my cock. As usual, she was doing a magnificent job on my cock. When I thrust it seemed as if it turned her on more, so I didn't want to do it so much that she'd cum too soon. We had a nice rhythm going and I didn't want it to end.

I could tell she was about to cum because the G-spot was very firm and her vagina was pushing my fingers out. I wasn't ready and didn't want to cum until she was for sure. Then she was suddenly bucking, squirming, and screaming around my cock. Her cum was so intense, that she had to take my cock out of her mouth, but she kept jerking it. She screamed a bunch of incoherent sounds and then, "Oh, Jaxson, so good, so good, oh my, thank you, Jesus. Wonderful. Oh Jaxson, so wonderful. Feels so good. Don't stop."

I kept flicking her clit and then got a hold of it with my teeth and carefully bit it which sent her into convulsions. I kept that up until she stopped convulsing and then began just licking all over her pussy. I removed my fingers and lapped at her vaginal opening. I loved her taste and smell.

Then I came. I wasn't in her mouth, in fact, she had sort of aimed my cock down her chest. She had pushed me up so she could have room to do so and so each shot went somewhere else on her chest and stomach. The first shot almost hit me in the chin. She began to laugh and moan all at the same time.

We were spent sexually and exhilarated all at the same time. She was a mess. I had some cum on my chest because that was unavoidable but it was all over her. Layla began to lick it off me while she rubbed the cum that was on her into her body like body oil.When she had gotten all of it off me, she sat back and examined herself to assure she had rubbed it all in making sure to cover her breasts and nipples and then rubbing some into her pussy. Then she said, "I think I want to wear a suit of cum today," and laughed.

I kissed her and tasted myself on her mouth. I said, "Layla, my love, you are one sexy woman."

She just smiled back.

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Once we ate breakfast, we got dressed, geared up and drove to town. It wasn't too hard finding a pay phone. Jaxson called his pastor and made an appointment for 3 that afternoon. I felt happy over that.

We drove about an hour and stopped at a rest stop to rest, stretch and make love. I just can't get enough of Jaxson. He seems equally inclined towards me. Basically, we mutually masturbated the other while we kissed passionately, playing with each other's tongue.. He is soooo good with his hands. I guess I must be pretty good with mine also. After both of us had cum, we drove on. We arrived back home in time for lunch. I didn't have anything to eat at home and he didn't either. We stopped at a sandwich shop and picked up sandwiches, chips and chocolate chip cookies.

We went to his place because it was closer to the church and stripped out of our gear and clothing and ate the food. Then we got in the pool and swam around a bit stopping occasionally to grope and make out. Then we got into pretty heavy petting—he penetrated my pussy with his fingers and I began stroking his cock. We were so into it that we didn't notice Sheila opening her door and stepping onto the patio.

She also was naked as usual. When we became aware of her, we were sort of startled. Why I don't know, but we immediately stopped what we were doing. "Well, well," she said, "the love birds are back. I thought you would have gotten enough of that while you were gone."

We both blushed seriously and Jaxson said, "I could never get enough of this woman."

I was, then, more embarrassed and just sank under the water. Sheila asked if she could join us and we said sure, like she hadn't already done so.

She walked down the steps. Despite being twice my age, she was still beautiful and in good condition. Like me she was shaved bare. I loved the way she looked with her golden blond locks, lithe body and long legs. She had incredible green eyes. I'd never noticed these things before I guess because all I paid any attention to was Jaxson.

We talked for a bit lounging in the pool, then Jaxson excused himself to check messages. Sheila and I got out and went to lounge chairs to sit, dry off and talk. We chit chatted a bit.

I asked if she was dating anyone.

"No, I can't seem to find anyone with whom I could tolerate more than a date or two. I've met nobody like your Jaxson." (I was glad she said 'your Jaxson' indicating she was not going to try to move in.) "He is so lovely. I've known from when we first met that he was going to find someone special and she'd be absolutely enthralled to him."

"You think that is me?"

"My dear, if it isn't, I'd be completely surprised. He has fallen hard for you and I think you for him, and I think you are perfect for each other."

"Why? I mean, we've only known each other a couple of weeks or so and while we've spent a lot of time together, so much has been love making."

"There you go. It's not just love making but you two share each other. He doesn't make love to you as much as with you. It's so mutual. Even when you are not making out, you are simply sharing the space. I can't find anyone to do that with."

"Have you ever been married or even close?"

"Yes, once. He was a nice, very successful man, but he was a man that cared little for sharing. He had expectations."

"I'm not sure what you mean, Sheila. Like what?"

"He wasn't religious or anything, but he expected me to submit to his wishes and desires. Mine seemed not to matter after a bit. If he wanted sex, we had sex. He wasn't into satisfying me, just himself. Oh, I had orgasms and all, but he didn't care. It didn't delight him at all. One day he came in while I was masturbating and went into a rage. It was not normal to masturbate was his opinion. That's all that mattered. He wanted me to have dinner when he got home. I was to keep house, not have any pursuits. I was to be for him."

"Wow! I think now I know better why I have surrendered a lot of what I had thought and believed so quickly."

"Why is that, Layla?"

"Well, when I met Jaxson, I just felt he was different than all the men I knew at church and the Bible College. According to them, women were made for men to be at their disposal. It was about some man's life that we were made for. They talked about finding God's will but for women we knew that meant finding the man God wanted us to marry and serve. Otherwise it was about going into missions or something. A woman without a husband and with just any secular job had not fulfilled God's will. Jaxson, somehow, made me feel all that was messed up. Grindle also told me something that helped." I hesitated and looked a bit embarrassed and maybe even blushed a little.

"So what did Grindle say?"

"We were talking one day about the time I met Jaxson. In fact, I think it had something to do with my having met Jaxson and my feelings about wanting to do things I thought sinful. She told me that she and her fiancé, now her ex-fiancé, did about everything there was to do sexual but have vaginal intercourse."

Sheila seemed startled. "They what?"

"Well, we are taught the Bible forbids sex outside of marriage. She said that they had concluded that all the Bible forbade was vaginal intercourse if one reads it literally. Of course, we are taught to read it literally. So they took showers together, made out in about anyway they thought they could but she was still a virgin."

"So what do you believe?"

"Well, I'm not sure whether I am under the influence of the devil or not but Jaxson and I have had sex every way possible that I know of but not vaginal intercourse. I want to, but I have two things in the way."

"What's that?"

"Well, I do not want to get pregnant, so I began taking the pill last Thursday. The doctor told me not to have unprotected intercourse for a week. Then I still have this thing in my mind and heart that vaginal intercourse is a sin."

Sheila looked at me in shock and said, "Honey, vaginal intercourse, as you call it, is sinful. Sinfully magnificent with the right guy and you have him. You mean he hasn't pushed you to have it?"

"No way! He is incredible. That's why I think I love him as I do. I told him how I feel and he said, when I'm ready then he is."

"My, oh my, I can't believe it. He is as good as gold isn't he."

I smiled and shivered a little, "I think so."

She reached out, took my hand and said, "You've got one of the best. So what are you going to do about this problem?"

"Problem?"

"Yes, not having intercourse."

"I have an appointment with Jaxson's pastor in a little bit to talk to him about it. I don't know if it will help, but maybe he can help me think through the issue. It's not just intellectual but emotional and spiritual. Even if I say intellectually that it is all right, I'm not sure I'll feel it spiritually or emotionally. I don't want regrets to interfere with us."

"Honey, I think the regret is not doing it. So may I ask what you have done?"

"Besides groping and kissing."

"Yes!"

"Well, you know we spend our time here naked."

"Yes!"

"Well, I never wear clothes at my apartment and Jaxson gets naked as soon as he gets there. I stroke his cock and he penetrates me with his fingers. I am fascinated with his cock and balls and how his body responds to me. I think the feeling is mutual. He can't seem to get enough of my breasts and pussy. I like to pose for photos, so we often do that. Usually it ends up with me masturbating and cumming. He cums a lot, too. Either on his own or by me stroking him or sucking him. He licks my pussy. We do 69 a lot."

"How often can he cum in a day?" She stopped waved her hand as to dismiss the question and said, "I'm sorry, maybe I'm getting to intrusive."

"I guess it doesn't matter. I think yesterday he came seven times, maybe eight."

"Really! I thought he may be pretty good. So are they always strong?"

"Yes! Yesterday after he'd already cum five times, he nearly blew my head off the sixth time," I said giggling.

She laughed. "That's great. You know I've seen him cum?"

"You have?" I replied a bit in shock.

"Yes, you know he lies in his chase on the patio. One day I came out on my patio and I think he didn't hear me. He was masturbating and he shot his load. It landed the first shot on his shoulder. Only his last shot missed getting above his navel," she laughed, acting as if we were in some sort of conspiracy together.

"That's sort of how he is."

"But, Layla, darling. I hope you get this intercourse thing sorted out because it is so natural and you will love it. There is nothing like having a cock in your pussy or your ass." I must have looked embarrassed because she then said, "What? You've had it in your ass?"

I bit my lip and cast my eyes down and said, "Yes, I have and yes it was wonderful."

She patted my arm and said, "Good for you, girl."

Jaxson came back out. He asked what we'd been talking about.

Sheila replied, "Oh, just boring girl talk."

I laughed which told him it was anything but.

He said, "It's about 2:15. You think you need to get ready."

Suddenly, I realized, I did not think about something to wear to visit a minister. "Oh, Jaxson. I don't have a dress to wear."

"What do you need a dress for?"

"Because, I doubt I should go in my Daisy Duke shorts. It's a bit immodest for a visit to the minister, don't you think?"

"I don't know. I hadn't given it a thought. Why not?"

"Well, maybe if I knew him I'd feel better about it, but I'll feel more comfortable in a dress."

Sheila said, "Come with me, Layla, I think I can help."

She took my hand and led me into her apartment and to her bedroom. Her place was very nicely decorated and her bedroom was a wonderful lair. She opened her closet to reveal a host of dresses. She observed, "As you can see there are only dresses. I don't wear pants. I like my parts free."

I laughed and said, "I can understand that. I think that is why I like being naked besides it feels so erotic."

"Let me see," she said as she scanned the closet. "Something for the minister. Modest but not ascetic," she said with finger to the corner of her mouth. "You see any you like?"

"I'm stunned. There are so many. Maybe you can choose."

After a few seconds she said, "Here. It's a nice fall dress for south Florida."

She pulled out a pretty shirt waisted dress with a somewhat full skirt and a nicely fitted bodice. "Try this on."

I did and it fit pretty well. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a very pretty woman looking back. An epiphany struck me. "You know, Sheila, something I just realized. I've quit thinking of myself as a girl but as a woman."

She looked at me a bit puzzled. "I guess that's great, but why are you telling that now."

"I just realized it. I looked in the mirror and saw a woman, not a girl. That's what I thought."

"Why do you think that?"

"I'm not sure but it just dawned on me that Jaxson always refers to me as a woman not as a girl. He is also the first person I've known reasonably well who treats me like I am an adult, a woman. He never belittles. His encouragement is never demeaning."

"Demeaning encouragement?"

"Yeah, you know when you think as a child you can't do something and your parents says, 'C'mon, you're a big girl.'"

"Right, as if you really aren't?"

"Exactly."

"I'd like to pursue that more, but you get back to Jaxson. All this talk of sex has made me horny. I'm going to get my vibrator and have some sex with myself", she said with a hearty laugh.

I kissed her on the cheek and hugged and thanked her and went back to Jaxson's where I put on a bit of makeup and lip stick and brushed my hair. We took off to the church.

The secretary said that the pastor was not quite ready but would be with me in a minute. Jaxson told me he'd go get groceries for dinner after he introduced us. I asked, "So did you get your calls returned?"

"Yes, just a bunch of trivia. Administrative stuff we have to do. It's important but it doesn't seem like it when we have to do it. It's checking boxes. Anyway, I'm done until in the morning."

"So we have the evening free?"

"Yep!"

The minister rang the secretary and asked her to send us in. She said, "Miss, you may go back now."

Jaxson and I walked down a hall to a imposing looking door at the end and knocked and heard a male voice say, "Come in."

Jaxson opened the door and the man stood and came to us, "Good afternoon, and welcome to First Pres, Layla."

He knew my name? Jaxson then properly introduced us and excused himself.

Pastor Marcus Hunter was his name but he told me to just call him Marcus.

I said, "I wouldn't feel comfortable calling a minister by his first name."

"Well, then call me Mr. Hunter."

"OK," I said a bit too demurely.

"Oh, Layla," he said with his kindly but very deep and strong voice, "There is no need to be timid. I'm here for you, so tell me what you wish to talk about. I've pretty much heard everything, so don't worry about shocking me."

"OK, I just have to figure how to start. I thought I had but now that I have to do it, I'm not sure."

"Well, let me guess. I like the guessing game. I know you and Jaxson have been dating a little over a week. He told me last Sunday that he had found someone he liked a lot and had just been out with you a time or two. So I figure it has something to do with you all. But tell me something about yourself."

"I'm an only child. I was born and raised near Harrisburg, PA. My parents are very fundamentalist. In fact, the church they attend considers its particular brand of fundamentalism the truth and all others are just wrong."

"I think I know the kind."

"They wanted me to go to Bible College, so I went to one up north. Then I decided I wanted to come down here. So I moved down here and enrolled at the Bible College across town."

"What do you plan to do when you finish?"

"Well, I came down here because none of the men at the one up north were interested in me and, to be honest, I wasn't interested in them. So I thought a change may be good. The whole idea of Bible College for girls is to find a husband to serve. But that doesn't matter because I dropped out the first of last week and have applied at the college where Jaxson teaches."

"Sounds like a big change."

"Yes, it is but I am excited. Then I also met Jaxson and I think we are already in love with each other. If not, we are nearly there. I know I can't think of much else than him and want to be with him all the time."

"Sounds like good things are happening. So what do you plan to study at college?"

"I'm thinking of photography or maybe something in fashion. The latter seems odd because until last week I sort of tried not to pay attention to fashion because we all dressed modestly and more or less the same—shirt dresses every day."

"Well, you sound like maybe you are making a lot of changes. Is that what you want to talk about or is there more?"

"There's a biggy," I said, blushing big time or at least the heat I felt indicated I was.

"OK, does it have to do with you and Jaxson?"

"Yes, and I guess I need to tell you some things about us that may make you think I'm a slut."

"Please don't let that worry you. I'm not judgmental and I think maybe you wish to talk about sex?" he said as if it were a question.

"Well, yes. Specifically about intercourse and whether you think it is a sin to have it before marriage."

"OK, we can do that. I presume you have been taught that sex outside of marriage is sinful?"

"Yes, and especially vaginal intercourse."

"So some of your church think other sexual activity is not forbidden before marriage?"

"Yes, in fact, my best friend and her former fiancé were having all kinds of sex with the exception of intercourse because they said the Bible did not forbid it if it was read literally."