Dorsai - Close knit family
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Thankfully, the human male can only ejaculate so much, and for so long; when the last faint traces of semen had been wrenched out of me, I was able to lift my head again — and did so with the single, sincere purpose in mind of bringing her to a climax that equalled the one she'd just blessed me with.
I was back to licking up the overflow of her oils when Donna took my slowly-deflating penis in her hand. Holding it still, she carefully went about making sure that she cleaned ever bit of my cum from the end of my cock before she finally released her hold on me. With my manhood free of her nefarious clutches, I began to apply myself toward achieving my goal. Using everything I'd learned about arousing and stimulating her, I calmly began doing them — often, and with great enthusiasm. It wasn't long before I could again hear her moaning her increasing pleasure, and noted the additional flow of her juices as she got more and more excited, and moved ever closer to the goal that I had set for her.
It wasn't difficult raising the level of her passion, and I enjoyed every moment of it — without losing sight of where I wanted it to end. I carefully monitored every sign, every cue, every symptom as she approached the tripping point that would signal her release; and as that point got closer and closer, I deliberately and malevolently slowed and reduced my efforts so as to prolong and delay the time when she would reach it.
She had gone past merely making noises of frustrated arousal, and had actually given voice to her need, and outright begged me to let it happen, before I finally gave her the release she sought
— and then some.
I knew that I was holding her on the very edge as I twirled the end of my tongue ever so slowly and lightly around her erect clitoris; when I decided to give in to her pleas, I paused for only the briefest of moments, then used my tongue to press firmly against her clit and "vibrate" it.
Donna's attempt to scream was choked off before she could give voice to it; her body froze in place above me for a moment before almost convulsing with the power of the first of a series of paroxysms of pleasure that overwhelmed her. At the start of each throe of her orgasm, I would repeat my actions of vibrating her clitoris with my tongue, stopping only when it began to fade.
By the time the last of her orgasm had passed, she was covered with a fine sheen of perspiration from the energy she'd expended from her entire body clenching over and over again. I heard her make some small noise before she essentially collapsed on top of me; if I hadn't still had a secure hold on her ass, she almost certainly would have fallen over. Carefully, I eased her hips over so that I could support them with one hand while I got her "far" leg moved so that both were on the same side; then I had to use both hands to gently ease her to the bed. Able to sit up, I just as carefully and gently got the rest of her body moved — then positioned so that she could be comfortable. A look at her face told me that she was awake, but clearly stunned by what had just happened. Feeling a bit guilty after the fact, I quickly got up and got a damp cloth, then went in to get each of us a soda, which I set on the small table next to the bed.
Once I was back in bed with her, I gently wiped her face with the cloth; the coolness of it seemed to refresh her, so I waited a bit, then did it again. By the time I was done, I could see that she was starting to get her wits back. Getting my arms under her, I was able to pick her up and get her turned around, and moved closer to the head of the bed. When she was where I'd be able to reach her, I set her down again, and got myself seated with my back against the headboard before gently getting her sitting up — if leaned against me. Only then did I grab one of the sodas and open it before putting my arm around her and holding the open can to her lips. She managed a couple of small swallows before indicating that she'd had enough. Her voice was soft, but I could still hear the awe in it as she told me "Please don't ever do that to me again. It felt… it was… I don't know how to say what it felt like — but there was so much of it that it scared me."
She gestured that she wanted another drink, and when I put the can to her lips, she was able to put her hand on mine, and let me know when she wanted to take a breath, and when she wanted to drink. She'd gone through maybe a quarter of the can before nudging my hand to let me know she was done, and telling me "Really, Uncle Ted — I didn't know anything like that COULD
happen, and even though it felt absolutely incredible , it kind of scared me, too. I know you were just trying to make me feel as good as I know I made YOU feel, and I really, truly do appreciate it; and I'm not mad or upset or anything, either. I'm just telling you that that was WAY more than I was anywhere near ready for."
"I am sorry, sweetheart. I really didn't want to do anything except make you feel as good as I could, and if what I did scared you like that, then I'm more sorry than I could ever tell you. I love you, and the last thing I'd want to do would be anything that upset you."
Taking the can of soda from me, she took a few sips before answering "No, really, Uncle Ted, it's okay. I know you didn't mean for me to get scared, and that if you'd known that might happen, you wouldn't have done that… or, at least, not so much. I'm not exactly sorry it happened,
'cause it was amazing. Like I said, I'm just trying to let you know that it was too much for me right now, is all. Now that it's over, and I'm starting to feel better, I'm not sure that it was even that scary, afterwards. I just don't think that I want to go through anything like that again. IF you did anything wrong — which you didn't! — it was just making me feel too good. I know you love me, and I still love you, and that's all that really matters."
I'd already resolved not to tease her again (or her sisters, ever!) like that, so hearing that she didn't think what I'd done to her was really all that bad did make me feel a little better. Still, I was going to try and make it up to her as best I could.
With her appreciably more alert, and able to move on her own again, I opened the other soda and traded with her — over her (only mild) objections. As I'd thought she would, she needed the liquid as much as the kick from the sugar and caffeine; I knew that I'd consumed a goodly amount of her fluids along the way. I put my arm back around her, and she happily snuggled next to me with a contented sigh. The two of us sat there in silence as we consumed our drinks. When she was done with hers, I heard Donna release a soft belch, followed by the warmth in my side that told me she was blushing. Thinking to put her at ease, I released one of my own that resonated nicely — and earned me the admonition of "Uncle Ted!", followed by a small laugh.
Taking the empty can from her, I got out of bed and deposited it and my own into the little recycling bin I kept. When I got back to the bedroom, I stood at the foot of the bed and told her
"If you think you can behave yourself, I'll let you take a quick shower with me before we get dressed again."
She immediately started to look indignant, then realized I was teasing her. After a tolerably good "why do I put up with you?" sigh, she told me "Well, I guess I can do that…", trying to tease me back. I just smiled, and held my arm out to her; it didn't take but a few moments before she was standing next to me, with my arm around her. Holding each other close, we went into my bathroom and shared a quick and very friendly shower. Dried off, we went back into the bedroom to get dressed; I was sitting on the edge of the bed when she was done, and she let me pull her over to stand in front of me. She put her hands on my shoulders, and I held her butt in my hands as I looked up at her and said "I had a nice time with you and your sisters today — not because of the things we did, but just because I always like having all of you around. If I'm not busy with my work, any of you is welcome to come down here and visit, for however long you want, for whatever reason you want. You're all pretty, and fun to be with, and it makes me happy when you're with me. Okay?"
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