Dorsai - Jan

For as long as I could, I kept my tongue straight and solid for her, but the effort eventually got to me, and I had to change over to something more active – taking her erect clitoris into my mouth and sucking on it as I softly fluttered my tongue across it. That, together with the sensation of my finger in her ass, seemed to be enough, and after only a couple of minutes, I could feel her clamp down on my finger, and the fluttering of her labia as her orgasm started. After a moment, she froze, deep into her first spasm, and I took the opportunity to begin moving my finger in rapid in-and-out motions while applying suction to her clitoris without actually touching it. She gave a shriek, and the intensity of her spasms nearly doubled – I could barely move my finger in her ass, and I could feel her labia pulsing against my lower lip. She froze there for perhaps fifteen seconds before gasping as another, shorter, spasm hit her. Several more followed, each only slightly less intense, until they finally stopped. As she lowered her pelvis, my finger started to slide out, causing a series of quivers in her until it finally popped free.

She lay there, gasping for breath as I moved back up to lay next to her before taking her in my arms to hold her until she'd recovered for the intensity of the experience. Again, her youth and vitality helped her with the process, and it wasn't long before she was able to move again.

The first thing she did was kiss me – full on the mouth, tongues dancing – and thus getting a taste of her own womanly essence. She pulled back a bit, smacked her lips a little, and smiled, saying "I think I can see why you like doing that!" before moving in to kiss me again, more chastely, and then moving on to lick the remains of her secretions from my face.

When she finally lay back again, she smiled up at me, saying "Every time you do something to me, it makes me feel better than the time before."

"I'm glad you liked it."

"Oh, I liked it all right! You kind of surprised me when you started touching me, you know, back there; but it didn't hurt or anything, so I didn't stop you. Next thing I knew, it was feeling good !"

"Yeah, I kinda figured that."

She giggled, and asked"Uh, does that mean I'm weird or anything? I mean, for liking my own taste, and letting you put your finger inside me like that?"

"Not as far as I'm concerned. Some folks – men, too, mind you! – don't mind, or even enjoy having attention paid to them like that. I don't much care for it, but that's just me; if you like it, then have fun, and more power to you."

"What about liking the way I taste?"

"Kind of the same thing, only different. Some women think tasting themselves is okay, but would rather die than find out the taste of another woman; other women wouldn't even think about tasting themselves.

It's another one of those open-to-the-experience kind of deals: if you're open to it, you can find out if you like it, or you don't; otherwise, you're just pre-judging something based on nothing more than your own prejudices, without knowing."

"Do all women taste like that?"

"Obviously, I can't speak for all women" – earning myself a mild dirty look – "but from the ones I do know about, the answer is 'no'. Even the same woman will vary a little bit, depending on her diet and health and, uh, grooming."

"What do you mean 'grooming'?"

"Well, some women grow up being taught that their vagina is somehow dirty or nasty or bad, and don't bother practicing good sanitation and grooming in that area. And kind of like when milk spoils, it starts to smell and taste bad, a vagina can do the same thing."

"I wondered about that. Some of the girls at school smell really, really bad sometimes, like when they're having their periods. I guess it's because they aren't washing themselves the way they should."

"Perhaps so."

"Well, I've never been like that – I like feeling clean after I take a bath or shower, and that just seemed like part of that feeling."

After a moment, she asked "Uh, Dan?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think I, you know, like girls, too? I mean, because I tasted myself?"

"I don't know – have you ever tasted another girl, or made love with one?"

"No!"

"Then how can you know if you would like one, or not? If she's clean – like you are – and she's affectionate – like you are – then I don't see how it could hurt you any to find out. The only thing I think you should be careful about is making sure that she's someone you can trust, because there are still a lot of people out there that literally HATE the idea of someone finding love, or enjoying sex, with another person of the same sex. Plus, there's the problem of what the church would think about it."

"Oh, I don't worry too much about that kind of stuff, other than to be careful not to aggravate them. I mean, I'm not Catholic or anything; my parent send me to that school cause it's real good, and a whole lot better than public school. I mean, when they tell us to pray or give confession and all that, I do what they expect, but I don't really*believe* in it."

"Ah! That explains a few things to me, then."

"Like what?"

"Like why you didn't give me any argument when I was talking about religion, for starters. And like why you were so able and willing to try being together with me, like this, for another."

"You notice a lot of things, don't you?"

"Sure. You miss too much of life if you're not paying attention to it."

She looked thoughtful at that, and we continued to rest for a bit, before she looked up at me again, and said, "You haven't, uh, climaxed yet, have you?"

"No, but that's not important to me right now."

"But it's important to me. You've made me feel so good, and I want to do the same for you."

"Kelly, you really don't have to do that."

"But I want to – I love you, now, more than before, and I want to give back that love – freely, equally, and value for value – the way you've given it to me."

Hoisted on my own petard. Again. When am I gonna learn to keep my big yap shut?

"Okay, if that's the way you really feel about it" – "I do!" – "Then I guess it's okay."

She reached down and took my flaccid penis in her hand, before looking up at me, and asking,"Uh, what do I do?"

"You've got a couple of choices – you can use just your hand, like I did with you that first time, or you can use your mouth on me, like I did to you just now. Either one would be just fine."

"What would you like?"

"Uh, a little of both, actually."

"So how do I start?"

Dorsai

Jan

"Well, to use your hand, you kind of do on the outside of me what I did to the inside of you."

"Okay. And if I want to use my mouth?"

"Pretty much the same thing, only you can think of the end of my penis as being like your clitoris – that's where most of the nerves are, and that's where I would get the most intense feelings."

Satisfied, she started caressing and stroking me, seeming to enjoy the results as my penis filled with blood, and became semi-erect. Happy that she was having the desired effect, she moved down to begin licking at me, and caressing my testicles; before long, I was fully erect, and enjoying her attentions tremendously.

At one point, she looked up at me in awe, and said "It's so hard inside, but soft on the outside – and so hot! Are all men this big? How do you get that into a girl?"

"No, not all men are that big; some are bigger, some are smaller – I'm pretty close to average, actually. As for getting it inside a woman, that's a matter of practice and patience. A woman stretches inside, so she can accept almost any size; what matters is that she's aroused and excited enough that her inside lubrication – her 'wetness' – is enough to let the mans' penis slide in without hurting her."