Dorsai - Close knit family

Visibly delighted, she nodded her head, and I moved so that she could sit up, then continue on until she was on her knees. I lay down, and she let me help guide her so until she had a knee on each side of my head. Looking down at me, she told me "It always makes me feel so excited when I'm over you like this, knowing you can see between my legs. I know what you're going to do and how you're going to make me feel… it makes me so happy, knowing that you love me that much."

What she said touched me deep inside, and I replied "And I feel the same way — excited at seeing you, and knowing that you love ME enough that you're willing to share yourself with me this way."

I'll always treasure the smile she gave me before she leaned forward, and got herself positioned over me. When we were situated so that we could tend to each others desires, I once again looked at the view of herself that she was giving me — the light-colored delta of her pubic hair, divided at the bottom by the cleft of her sex, with the edges of her thin and soft inner lips barely visible. With the source that close, the scent of her arousal was easy to discern, and just as appealing and arousing to me as ever.

Whether by coincidence or design, Donna took me into her mouth as I first slipped my tongue between the delicate folds bracketing her opening; as I began doing what I could to increase her arousal, she did the same for me.

It was my thinking that it would be best if I could bring her to an orgasm before trying to do what she wanted me to, so that she would be at least as physically relaxed as possible so that it would be as easy as possible for her as we found out if my erection could reasonably fit through the portal of her anus; I figured that by taking things as slow and easy as I could would address any other issues.

Though I didn't tell Donna what I figured to do, she seemed to have at least a similar idea in mind — while I was steadily moving her closer and closer to a climax, she gave every indication of being content to simply get (and keep) me erect. Free of any "distractions", I was able to focus my attention on her, increasing her pleasure and arousal even more when I got the idea to move one of my hands from one of her firm buns so that I could use one finger to begin teasing the rosette of her anus. After I'd transferred some of my saliva (and her oils) to it, I was even able to work the first digit of my finger into her — something that earned me a deep moan around my cock as she pressed herself back in response. That little experiment convinced me that she really did think that anal sex was sexy, and that she really did want to try it.

It also proved to be a great help in moving her even closer to an orgasm; as I slowly and gently worked my finger back and forth through her back opening, I could easily tell that she was getting dramatically more aroused, and even closer to finding her release. It didn't take but a very few minutes of that before I felt her begin to tense over me; a couple more seconds, and she let me fall from between her lips so that she could tilt her head back in reaction to the start of her climax. Under my tongue, I found a sudden increase in the availability of her essence, even as I could feel her rectum clenching tightly around the first digit of my finger. Since I wanted her relaxed and not comatose, I refrained from doing anything to intensify or prolong her orgasm -

at least, other than simply lapping up the supply of female juices that she presented to me.

After several spasms had run through her, Donna drew a deep, shuddering breath before telling me "Thanks, Uncle Ted. That was really nice. If you'll give me a couple minutes, I think it'll be okay for us to try the other part."

I gave her labia one last pass with my tongue before answering "Whenever you're ready, honey.", then took the opportunity to rescue the end of my finger from her rectum — which resulted in a soft gasp from her. Letting my head fall back to the bed, I could still see the shiny entrance to her vagina, bracketed by her inner lips. Her clitoris had disappeared back under its cloak, but I still had the orbs of her firm tush to look at, too; I spent the next little while trying to memorize the sight before me, in the hope that it would be the last thing I remembered before I died.

I knew that Donna was about ready for us to go on when I felt her take my slightly-diminished erection in her hand and lever it up before taking the head into her mouth again. It didn't take her long to restore my manhood to its previous glory, and after she pulled her mouth off of me, I heard her say "I think both of us are ready, now…". A moment later, she carefully moved off of me so that she was kneeling on the bed. I sat up, then reached over to where I'd left the baby oil.

After tucking it into the pit of my arm to warm it up a little bit, I got to my knees, too. As Donna and I looked at each other, I told her "Sweetheart, I am not going to do anything to make this happen. I know you want to try, but all I'm going to do is push myself against you so that it can happen — it's going to be entirely up to you whether or not it actually does . I'll stop any time you tell me to, and even back off if that's what you want, and start again when you tell me to.

You said you wanted me to help, so that's what I'm going to do — help. It's your choice about how and when, or even if, it happens. Okay?"

"I understand, Uncle Ted. I'm nervous about this, but I'm not afraid, or anything."

I leaned forward enough to give her a soft kiss; when our lips separated, she didn't have anything else to say — she just calmly leaned forward until she was on her hands and knees. I moved behind her, and immediately ran into a problem… I couldn't hold the bottle of oil, apply it, and separate her cute butt cheeks all at the same time due to a shortage of hands. I told her what the problem was, and heard her laugh before she said "This problem is something I didn't think about…", causing me to laugh with her. After she lowered her shoulders to the bed, she was able to reach back and spread her cute fanny for me; it took only a few moments for me to get the oil (up to body temperature by then) opened up. After pouring some into my palm, I moved my hand to the top of her ass, then carefully poured the oil so that it ran down and across the pucker of her anus. Using just a single finger, I spread the oil around … not just covering her rectum, but a good distance out from it, as well. Another ration of oil was similarly applied, and I began patiently and gently working it farther and farther into her. After dispensing another puddle of oil and adding it to what was already there, I was able to carefully work my entire finger into her bowels. When I'd gotten one last batch of baby oil worked through her pucker, I used what was left on my hand to coat the outside of my erection.

That was when I realized I'd forgotten something else — a towel or something to wipe my hand off with. Once again, I pressed a corner of one of my sheets into service; after I'd wiped the surplus off, I told Donna "Okay, honey, I've got oil on me, and you're oiled up, too."

"I guess! It feels like you used the whole bottle!"

Teasing her, I asked "I figured too much was better than too little. You want me to clean some off?"

"Not if you want to do this, too!", she responded, teasing me back.

Taking my erect cock between a couple of fingers, I levered it down and moved closer to Donna; it took only a few seconds for me to get the head softly wedged against her most intimate orifice.

Pressing against her just enough to keep my cock in place, I told her "When you tell me you're ready, I'll start pushing against you. If something happens and it doesn't work, don't worry about it — we'll just try again, unless you say not to. As long as I can feel you trying to let me in, I'll keep pushing against you… but not too hard."