Jean - The Birth of Venus Ch. 15

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?"

My aunt laughed. "I'm sorry. It's been so hectic this summer. We had a steady stream of guests visiting to see the Exhibition and had to use both our bedrooms. I packed your clothes in your suitcase. Now, where did I put it? Give me a minute. Maybe it'll come to me while I'm fixing you something to eat."

Cathy got up and pulled a tall glass from the overhead cupboard and filled it with white liquid from a large pitcher in the frig. She motioned me to sit at the counter, separating the kitchen from the family room. Her smile deepened as she placed the glass in front of me. I took a sip and broke into a smile of my own. Whatever it was, it was soothing on my sore throat that had been abused by deep throating what seemed like an endless stream of cocks. It had a strange salty after taste, but what did I know? It was my first coconut cocktail.

"What is this heavenly drink?"

"It's a Pina Colada. It's mostly coconut milk and pineapple juice with a splash of rum. It'll take me a couple of minutes to whip up an omelet, so enjoy yourself while I get it together."

I could tell it was more than a splash of rum, but it felt so good going down, that I helped myself to a refill before Cathy even poured the eggs into the hot pan. I was feeling a lot better after my first Pina Colada, and the second one went down even faster.

Cathy refilled my glass again and said, "Oh, now I remember. I gave your suitcase to Micheal and told him to find a good place to store it. He's halfway through his morning swim. When he's done, I'll ask him to get it."

I heard a splash from the pool and looked out the sliding glass doors to see my uncle pushing off for another lap. I licked my lips as I watched Michael's dark, powerful body glide effortlessly through the sparkling water. He was a picture of masculine potency in his tight Speedo, and I felt a warm glow between my legs as I remembered waking up to a good hard fucking from my suave but depraved uncle.

I thought about joining my uncle in the pool even though I didn't have my swimsuit. I suddenly felt overwhelmed by the beauty of the day and the warmth I felt for my aunt and uncle. I took a deep breath and decided to skip a nude swim to maintain the last remnants of my modesty. I picked up my drink and was surprised to find there was only a little bit left in my glass.

I turned back to my aunt and asked, "Maybe I could use your bathrobe until Michael finds my suitcase?"

Cathy shook her head. "I'm sorry. I can't go in my bedroom. Michael's parents arrived early for their yearly two-week vacation. When we got home last night around four, they'd already taken over the master bedroom, which is where they usually stay. Michael's dad drove over twelve hours straight from Medford in Southern Oregon, so I'm hoping they'll sleep the day away. Reverend Brown is a sanctimonious, lecherous hypocrite who is in love with the sound of his voice. His wife, Gloria, is a mean, shrill bitch. When she has a bit too much to drink, she is a fucking cunt. For the love of God, please don't disturb them."

"I'm sorry. Earlier, I went looking for your bathrobe. I knocked on the bedroom door because I thought Michael was inside. I think it's OK. I didn't hear anyone stir."

Cathy sighed, "Well, they've been sleeping over twelve hours. They won't sleep forever unless I drug them."

I was washing down my last bite of eggs with another Pina Colada when Cathy said, "I'm glad you liked the eggs. You need to keep your strength up. Manu will be here shortly."

I shuddered as I recalled the big Samoan shoving his monstrously thick cock into me last night after my uncle, dressed as Zeus, had fucked me in my swan costume. My memory consisted of a mixture of pain and exquisite pleasure. Even my uncle hadn't driven me to such a mind-numbing series of powerful orgasms as Manu.

"What does my strength have to do with the Chief of Police?"

Cathy refilled our glasses with the tasty rum drink and joined me on the second bar stool. I was feeling no pain and was worried I might slide off the high seat and dissolve into the floor leaving nothing behind except for my silly grin.

She said, "You've probably forgotten our conversation last night about your addiction to the dildo. Maggie and I don't think you can return to regular society until you learn to control your lust. The Exhibition doctor prescribed taking a couple of weeks to taper you off your incessant orgasms. He suggested using a team of volunteers. Your sexual appetite is so inflamed, no one man can keep up with you, so Michael and I organized a squad of healthy friends to help. Your uncle unselfishly volunteered to go first. The next one on the list is Manu."

I laughed at her ridiculous suggestion. "Cathy, as soon as I can make an airplane reservation for Ithaca, I'll be out of here. I need a couple of days at home before law school. I'll just have to take my chances on my uncontrollable lust escaping."

"I'm sorry, Jean, but you can't leave until Judge Okazaki signs your release. Michael certified your performance at the Gala, but the judge left on a two-week-long vacation. You'll have to wait until he returns."

"I guess the judge will just have to mail the release to me. As much as I enjoyed your hospitality, I'm not sticking around."

"Jean, they'll never let you on a flight. You're on a no-fly list until the judge releases you. For now, you've been placed on probation under our supervision. You're not allowed to leave our home without Michael's or my company. I'm sorry, but maybe it's for the best. I think Maggie and I have good reason to be concerned about your deviant sexuality."

A large, matronly and very dark-skinned woman came into the kitchen wearing the bathrobe that I had hoped to borrow and stared at me with a frown.

When the hefty woman found her tongue, she said, "Deviant sexuality? In Medford, we call them whores. What is this harlot doing sitting around practically naked in my son's home? If my husband sees this wanton slut, there'll be hell to pay. The Reverend doesn't believe in coddling prostitutes. He runs a camp to bring sexual deviants back to Jesus using a combination of rewards and harsh punishment. Spare the rod and spoil the child."

I scowled back at Gloria. She was a big woman with an even bigger mouth. She looked three or four inches taller than me but twice as massive with an enormous bosom. Her thick arms looked capable of tearing me in two; however, at the moment it was her sharp tongue that she was using on me like a rapier.

Cathy put her hand on my arm to keep me calm and said, "Good morning, Gloria. I hope you slept well. I'd like you to meet my niece Jean."

Gloria snorted. "I should have known she was a relative of yours. I've never understood why my God-fearing son married a woman with your depraved background."

The open gap in my wrap was facing the angry minister's wife. When I sat down earlier, I had arranged the towel to cover my hairless pussy, but I couldn't do anything about my exposed thigh and hip. Gloria couldn't take her eyes off my bruised bare skin as she walked closer. I shrank back as the stout woman reached out and grasped the side of my partially exposed breast and twisted the soft flesh. I shrieked in agony as she mauled my breast that was still tender from the Gala.

Gloria said, "Get off your ass, slut and let an old lady sit down."

I jumped off the stool and scurried behind my aunt while grabbing the top of my towel that was coming unraveled.

Cathy got up and walked into the kitchen, leaving me alone with the shrew. "Gloria, can I get you a cup of coffee and something to eat? I just made Jean and I a ham and cheese omelet."

Gloria picked up my drink and took a sip.

"Too late in the day for coffee, but I'll take a glass of whatever your niece is drinking if the hussy hasn't drunk it all. An omelet sounds wonderful as long as I don't have to make it."

Cathy said, "Jean, can you pour Gloria a Pina Colada while I work on the omelet? Use the fresh batch from the blender. You can finish off the pitcher in the frig."

I got a tall glass for the old hag and filled it from the pitcher in the frig while Cathy was busy at the stove. I wasn't sure what my aunt was worried about. There was plenty left. I refilled my glass while I was up. I'd lost count of how many drinks I'd consumed, and I was feeling no pain. I just wanted everyone to go away and leave me alone with the pleasant buzz I had going. What I really wanted was to be back at the Exhibition riding my dildo set to maximum stimulation in front of an eager cheering crowd.

Gloria patted the stool next to her and said, "Girl, sit down and tell me about yourself. I won't bite."

I laughed to myself. The old bitch had been gnawing on my leg ever since she first saw me. Still, it felt good to sit down. I hadn't gotten a lot of sleep, and the strong drink was making me woozy. The air conditioner vents above me were blowing cold air on my body and making my poorly concealed and very erect nipples tempting targets for Gloria's claws. I spent a minute arranging the towel to cover as much flesh as possible. Unfortunately, the wide gap in my wrap was facing the old lady, and I couldn't hide the exposed bruises on my side, my neck, and shoulders or across the tops of my breasts.