Dorsai - Jan

"Yes, Jan, I have. It had pretty much the same impact, but more out of surprise than anything else, I think. It's been tried since that first time, but it's not something I particularly liked. It's one of those personal things common to sex: you've probably heard the term 'different strokes for different folks'?"

"Yeah. Is that what it means?"

"Sort of. What makes different people happy sexually varies a lot .

Believe it or not, there are women that don't like having a man use his mouth on them, or men that don't like having a woman use HER mouth in HIM."

"Okay, I kinda get it. Kind of like I like guys to have a tight butt, but my friend Kelly likes cute faces."

"That's pretty much it – except that with sex, it's a lot more varied, and sometimes, a lot more – um – different."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Well, what kinds of thinks make you feel excited?"

She blushed a bit, and said "Um, sometimes I feel that way when I see the boys in gym class. The, uh, ones with bulges in their, um, gym shorts."

"Don't worry, that's absolutely normal. But imagine if you felt that way when you saw something that wasn't human."

"Like what?", she asked, with a frown.

"Well, believe it or not, there are people – mostly men – that only feel completely aroused by the sight of something like high-heel shoes, for example."

She looked at me as though I'd sprouted antlers.

"No, really, there are. That kind of thing is called a 'fetish', and can involve almost anything you can think of. There are folks that only feel excited at the idea of wearing leather, or rubber. There are people that can only climax when someone is peeing on them, or they are peeing on someone else, which is called 'watersports'. Others find satisfaction in causing pain in others – Sadism – or feeling pain themselves -Masochism.

Then there is Bondage, where people get involved in ropes and knots and such; and Discipline, where there is a kind of master-and-slave relationship."

By now, she seemed pretty well convinced that I was lying to her, and that I was making the whole thing up.

"Honestly, Trouble, such things are out there. You look like you don't believe me, but it's easy enough to check: the next time you're online, look them up yourself. You'll find that I'm only telling you about the more common ones; there are a whole lot more of them out there."

That seemed to convince her enough to let that particular subject drop.

But she continued with "So, does that mean that I have one of these fetishes because I liked it when you put your finger, you know, there?

That I'm some kind of pervert, or sick or something?" she asked, worried.

"Not at all. I'm just guesstimating, but I'd say that probably a third of all women in the industrial world find some kind of attention like that to be pleasurable. Perhaps half of those actually find it sexy, and perhaps half of those wouldn't mind – if not actually enjoy – having something 'more', if you understand."

I could see her thinking about that for a few moments before her eyes got real big, and she asked me "You mean for a man to put his, um, penis*THERE*?"

"Yup."

"Sounds kinda gross – and scary."

"How gross it is depends on the woman's, shall we say, hygiene? Scary is something else. Remember, the same way that a woman's vagina can stretch to fit almost any man, that part of the body stretches like that every time your bowels move."

"Okay, I guess. I see what you mean about the second part, and I guess I can trust you about the first part."

"Someday, you'll find out for yourself about the way you stretch inside – but there's no hurry, right?"

"No, no hurry. On any of it." she answered, with a smile.

We both lay back after that, and it was a couple minutes later, when she reached over to hold my penis that she said "Uncle Dan?"

"Yes?"

"You didn't, um, climax that time, did you?"

"No, Jan, I didn't. Don't worry about it, though. Making you feel good was enough for me."

"Well, it's not enough for me!" she responded, and proceeded to move over me, lowering her head to take my flaccid penis into her mouth.

Applying a soft suction, and tickling the underside of the head with her tongue, she soon had me fully erect.

That accomplished, she really went to work on me.

Going at me from the side, she started by trying to wrap her tongue around me, and sliding it up and down the length of me, getting me thoroughly coated with her saliva. From there, she used her tongue to tickle down my erection to my balls, where she carefully licked my scrotum before sucking in each testicle, and rolling it around in her mouth before softly kissing her way back up to the head of my quivering member. She again took me into her mouth, and went about sliding her lips up and down my erection, always keeping it moist with her saliva, while using her tongue to press and stimulate different parts as she moved. Holding my balls in her hand, she could feel when I particularly enjoyed something she did, and would repeat it for a while, gradually bringing me closer and closer to my own climax. When I was at the very peak of arousal, and on the very edge of losing it, she seemed to sense it, and backed off a bit, letting me calm down before starting up again.

Each time, the peak was a little higher, and it took a little longer before I slid back enough for her to continue. Perhaps a half dozen times she did this before finally having pity on me, and allowing me to climax: when I finally felt that first clench start down in my balls, she took a deep breath, and took as much of me as she could in her mouth – her nose was just short of my pubic hair, and I could feel the muscles of her throat about halfway down the head of my penis as she applied all the suction she could muster. When my first spurt erupted against the back of her throat, she almost gagged – almost. Instead, she gulped and swallowed it, making her throat muscles do a kind of pinching against the head of my penis, making the next shot nearly as strong as the first. It seemed as though every shot I delivered was as powerful as the first – even though I 'know' it couldn't have been. It felt as though my balls were going to come out the end of my dick, so powerfully was I climaxing. By the time she finally released me to catch her breath, I felt like something the cat dragged in, chewed up, and spit out – I could barely breathe, never mind move anything. For her part, Jan licked her lips to make sure she hadn't missed anything, licked my penis clean, and laid down on top of me. When I'd caught my breath, she looked up at me, and after a moment's hesitation, kissed me full on the lips. When I didn't react, she seemed satisfied, and let her head rest on my chest for a while.

I apparently fell asleep, because I woke up a bit later with Jan next to me, one leg over mine, her breasts pressing into my side, her head on my shoulder, and her arm across my chest – and both of us covered by another light blanket.

When I started to move a little, she looked up at me and asked, "You remember when I kissed you?"

"Which one? I remember pretty much all of them, Trouble!"

She dimpled at me, and amplified "I mean, a little bit ago. After I, you know, used my mouth on you."

"I'm dead, not senile. Of course I remember it."

She laughed, and said, "Well, I was kind of surprised."

"Why?"

"Well, I mean, I had just, you know, finished you, and I though you might be grossed out or something about kissing me after I'd, um, done that."

"No, I wasn't grossed out, or anything. Why would I be?"

"I don't know. I just thought you might be."

"Well, you've kissed me after I've used my mouth on you, right? Why should it be any different when it's you doing me?"