Post 15: Cumming Down - Nymphomaniac Conversion Therapy
This story took place in 1976
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I must apologize to my readers for this overly long chapter. The material that advances the plot could be covered in a single sentence: Jean reluctantly accepts that she is a nymphomaniac. The rest of this post is one gratuitous sex scene after another, but that's the only way I could show rather than tell.
Please bear with me. I am hoping to return Jean to her home in upstate New York by the end of the next chapter or two. Of course, I might get carried away inflicting more trials and tribulations on Jean, who seems to be enjoying herself for the moment.
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Chapter 35
I awoke moaning in the guest room at my uncle and aunt's house. Bright sunlight poured in the West facing windows. For a moment, I thought I was still at the Gala. My burly black uncle Michael was between my thighs, fucking me hard. My knees were folded back to my chest, and my legs were wrapped around his brawny shoulders. One of my hands was clutching the sheets while the other was entwined in the black curly hair on the back of his head. My body must have awakened well before my mind because my hips were thrusting back against his hammering cock. Each hard, wet slap of our bodies forced a grunt from my mouth. I must have thought my uncle was close to finishing because I was begging him to hold out just a little longer so I could cum.
"Oh, God, please don't stop. I'm so close. Please, oh God, please fuck me, fuck me hard. Ah, ah, ahhh..."
"Greedy slut. You've already cum twice. That's it, bitch, squeeze my cock. Damn, what a sweet tight pussy."
I felt my orgasm barreling down the tracks like a runaway freight train. I was so close but oh so far away. I jammed my hand between our sweaty bodies and rubbed my clit hard.
"Oh please, please, please, just a little longer."
"Fucking cunt take my black seed. Take my black baby."
His massive body shuddered as my pussy squeezed my uncle's big black cock as he shot his semen deep into my unprotected womb. I screamed as my dancing fingers pushed me over the edge just an instant after my uncle came with a bellowing roar.
My uncle collapsed on top of me and groaned. "Oh, fuck me. That was awesome. Fucking awesome."
We lay together for a few minutes as we gasped for air until I felt smothered under his sweaty body and managed to use my folded legs to roll him off me. I moaned when his cock slipped out of my wet cum filled pussy. My fingers were still rotating my clit in small circles as my body kept quivering. The time coming down from my orgasm was long and sweet.
After a few minutes, I heard my uncle snoring. I winced as I rolled out from under his muscular arm and sat on the edge of the bed. Oh God, every muscle in my body felt sore and stretched. Now that my orgasm had passed, I realized just how tender my breasts and pussy were after the gang bang I'd enjoyed the night before. Somehow, I managed to get to my feet and stagger into the bathroom down the hall.
I ran water in the sink until it was cold, and I gulped down a couple of glasses. My mouth felt nasty, and my throat was raw. I couldn't remember the number of cocks that had been shoved down my throat, but I knew many more hard cocks had shot their load in my pussy. Several had used my ass when they were disgusted by the quantity of cum spilling out of my gaping pussy.
When I finally got the nerve to look at myself in the mirror, I was horrified at the number of bruises and hickeys covering my body from my neck down to the tops of my thighs. I was mystified for a moment before I remembered, toward the end of the Gala, I had been taken off the platform and stripped of my swan costume. I had been roughly used by everyone at the party, still sober enough to get it up. Even Dorthey, the lesbian committee member had taken advantage of my cum covered body.
Tears were running down my cheeks. Without the makeup and long blond wig, I had worn as Venus, I looked haggard and hideous. I sobbed when I ran my hands through my close-cropped hair. My long bleach-blond mane had been shorn at the beginning of the summer so I could be fitted with a massive wig. My disheveled hair was now barely an inch long. Other than my eyebrows, My body was completely hairless. Even the pesky hairs on my upper lip were gone. Two follow up laser treatments, after the initial painful and lengthy laser procedure, had removed any stragglers. I would never have to shave again. If I dyed my hair and eyebrows bright red, no one would be able to prove it wasn't my natural color by checking my pubic hair. I was as smooth as a baby's bottom.
While I was weeping for my lost ponytail, my fingers had found their way down to my hairless pussy without any conscious deliberation. I moaned as I slid two fingers deep into my recently fucked pussy. My other hand found the gold ring around my clit and drove my sensitive nub around in a circle. I leaned my hips against the sink to support my trembling legs. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back as a warm orgasm made my pussy contract around my thrusting fingers. A series of squeals escaped my lips as I drove myself from one sweet orgasm to another.
When I opened my eyes, I was surprised to find I wasn't in my jail cell, enjoying my morning masturbation. It took me a minute to orient myself. I pulled my sticky fingers from my pussy and tasted the cum clinging to them. I remembered waking up to my uncle's enthusiastic fucking. I shivered as I recalled the memory of a series of massive orgasms I'd had around his big black cock before he filled my womb with his hot seed. Thank God, my aunt Cathy had recently started me on birth control pills.
The taste of my uncle's cum on my fingers reminded me why I was in the bathroom. I took my time brushing my teeth while I ran water for a shower. I took a long time under the hot water to ease my sore muscles and clear my head. I sobbed again when I shampooed my hair because the last time I performed the chore at the beginning of the summer, my beautiful mane had been long enough to reach my waist. Now my once glorious hair was an inch long, but I'd used enough shampoo for my former waist-length hair. I had soapsuds galore.
I took my time washing the rest of my body and got lost in the pleasurable feelings of my soapy hands slipping across my smooth skin. I massaged my ample breasts, hoping to rub away the soreness. Once again, my fingers found the hairless folds of my pussy and darted inside while I remained engrossed in my memories and the pleasure of one sweet orgasm after another until the water turned cold. I tried to find comfort in the fact that my community service was over, and I was free of the lecherous demands of the Santa Teresa city fathers. All I wanted to do was get dressed and leave Santa Teresa forever.
I was annoyed when I got out of the shower to find that the only bath towel hanging on the otherwise empty rack was a threadbare rag more suited to dusting furniture. The small shabby towel had several holes, as well as rips and thin spots. I checked the bathroom cupboard, but it was empty. I listened carefully and heard the washing machine running nearby. I sighed. It had been a good morning until now. At least the scrap of cotton was dry and clean.
After drying myself as best, I could, I wrapped the now wet towel around my still damp body. The cloth was barely large enough to allow me to tuck the top end under itself to hold my only covering in place. Of course, this left an exposed slit running down my left side that was four inches wide by the time it reached my hips. It was so short the top barely covered my nipples while leaving an inch or two of my ass cheeks exposed. My now permanently hairless pussy was barely concealed, and the top half of my breasts were exposed. Patches of pink flesh showed through the holes which I had strategically arranged to hide my essential bits.
I was afraid if I sneezed, the towel would fall off. The only thing keeping the rag from unwrapping or sliding off was its dampness and the fact the top was snagged on my all too prominent nipples. Well, I only had to walk back to my bedroom to get dressed, and the house seemed empty except for my uncle, who was probably still sleeping in my bed.
I cracked open the bathroom door and listened carefully for sounds indicating anyone was around. I heard music playing in the kitchen that was interrupted by the sound of a blender mixing an iced drink. I quickly snuck into my bedroom to get dressed. Thankfully, my uncle was gone. I slid open the dresser drawer that contained my underwear. I was surprised to find the drawer empty as well as the rest of the dresser. I went to the closet and found nothing except empty hangers. I couldn't find my suitcase either. Where were my clothes?
I decided to grab my aunt's bathrobe from the master bathroom but found the door to their bedroom was locked. I assumed my uncle had returned to his bedroom and knocked on the door while calling his name. I heard nothing from the bedroom. I had no choice but to ask my aunt for help. I was happy to find my aunt Cathy sitting alone at the kitchen counter sipping from a tall glass of white liquid.
She looked at me and gave me a friendly smiled. It reminded me of the warm welcome she had given me at the beginning of the summer.
I wanted to believe in Cathy's friendship, but my treatment by the Santa Teresa city fathers had left me suspicious of everyone. Adding to my paranoia was my lack of a good night's sleep after the Gala last night. I prayed for a week of uninterrupted sleep in my own bed at home would put me right before I returned to law school. At the moment, my brain was a foggy mess. I'd been fucked up on sex, Seconal, sex, Tylenol 4, and did I mention sex most of the summer. Critical thinking wasn't my keenest ability on my first day of freedom.
Had my aunt been a part of the city fathers coercing me to perform as Venus? What was her role in last night's orgy? Did she know her husband had just fucked me?
"Good afternoon, Jean. I hope you slept well after your strenuous and very spectacular performance at the Gala. You made a lot of people happy, but I'll bet you're hungry. I know it's well past noon, but all I know how to cook are breakfast items. How about a ham and cheese omelet?"
The mention of food made me realize how ravenous I was.
"Oh God, I'd die for an omelet. I'd also like to get dressed while you're cooking it. Do you know where my clothes are?"
