Dorsai - Jan

"You are really something, you know it?" she asked.

"I could say the same about you – you really surprised me there, that last time."

"How?"

"I really didn't think that you would want, or be ready for, that kind of, uh, activity; when you were, and enjoyed it" – "Did I!" – "it surprised me. Pleasantly so, you understand, but still surprised."

"Yeah, well, what surprised me was that you were able to, uh, 'do' me again like that. Um, did you shoot this time? I couldn't tell."

"No, I haven't climaxed yet; I'm not surprised you couldn't tell – you DID seem kind of 'distracted'!" I teased.

Her eyes got big, and she looked at me with concern, saying, "What are you, some kind of robot or something? Why didn't you climax? Are you, uh, okay? You know, there?"

"The answers to your questions, in order, are: no, I'm not some kind of robot; I didn't climax because I was trying very hard NOT to, so that you could enjoy what we were doing as much as possible; Yes, I'm okay 'there'; a bit uncomfortable, but okay."

"You wanted to climax, but you didn't? How do you do that?"

"Uh, when my body starts telling me it's time to climax, I have to find ways to distract myself, to kind of, you know, 'ignore' it."

"Doesn't that hurt or something?"

"No, the ignoring part doesn't hurt, but it's kind of uncomfortable afterwards – I mean, my body has been telling me that it really*needs* to climax, and when I don't let it, it kind of complains."

"You mean it hurts?" she asked, troubled.

"Well, not hurts hurts, but more like gets real uncomfortable."

Slightly mollified, she said, "Is there anything I can do? You know, to, uh, relieve you?"

"Not just this moment, but the next time, I might climax before you do.

I hope you won't be disappointed, if I do, because that'll mean that I can't go on afterwards."

She smiled at me, and said "After all you've done for me today? Not likely, Mister! If you wanted me to, I'd be more than happy to take care of you right now, and not do another thing the rest of the day! Hmmmph.

'Disappointed'!"

That said, she put her arms around me again, and still holding me, closed her eyes for a bit.

When she opened them again, I saw a mix of apprehension and desire in them – and when I raised my eyebrow, she hesitated a moment before asking "Dan? Would you do something for me?"

"I don't know, that depends on what it is. I mean, if you want me to drive you down to a tattoo parlor, the answer is 'no'", I kidded.

She ignored the joke, and continued, "Well, it's kind of, uh, unusual, I think. There's something else I want to try, but I don't want to gross you out or make you think I'm weird or anything."

"Kelly, you forget: I'm 43 years old, and spent several years in the Navy. I seriously doubt that you could come up with anything that would actually gross me out. Maybe what you want to do is unusual, maybe it's not; I can promise you that I'm not going to think you're weird or anything. What is it you want to try?"

Slightly comforted, she still hesitated before averting her eyes, and saying, "Well, uh, when you had your finger, you know, in my butt? And I liked it? I want to know how if would feel if you, um, made love to me there, too."

"Kelly today is the first time you've ever experienced anything like that, and the first time you've experienced making love. It's not weird or anything, for a woman that has had more experiences than you; but it's pretty unusual for someone as young as you. Are you really sure that you want to try that, this soon?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. As much better as it felt between having your finger inside me and your penis, I think having your penis in my butt would feel that much nicer than your finger did."

"There's an important difference, though: your vagina gets wet, and lubricates whatever you choose to have inside you – your butt doesn't do that, and unless you're really careful, you can get hurt pretty bad.

Besides that, your vagina is meant to stretch the way it does, so that you can have sex; your anus isn't. What happens if it turns out that you*don't* like it?"

"I thought about that, Dan. If I don't like it, then I don't have to do it again; but I'm never going to know if I like it or not if I don't try it at least once. As for the lubrication part, wouldn't something like baby oil or lotion or something be just as good?"

Obviously, she wasn't willing to be talked out of it. And I had to admit, the idea did have more than a little appeal to me.

I finally gave in to it, and told her "Okay, Kelly, if you really want to try it, we will – but the first time you feel any pain or unpleasantness or anything like that, you tell me – I am NOT going to do anything that would hurt you just so you can try a new experience.

Got it?"

"Yes, Dan, I've got it. I don't want it to hurt, either, so you can be sure I'll say something!"

"Okay, if that's settled, then we're going to need something to make it easier."

"Uh, I've got some baby oil that I use on my skin after I shower; you said that would work, didn't you?"

"Yeah, that'll be fine." I answered. Getting up, I said "Do you want to get it, or should I?"

"I'd better go; it's in my backpack, and you'd never find it."

With that, she got up as well, and as she went past me, I patted her on the butt and said "On your way back, you might want to run it through the microwave for a few seconds – unless you like cold oil on your butt!"

She paused briefly, laughed, and said "No, not particularly!" before giving my still-erect, if somewhat sticky, penis a squeeze before taking off again. Watching as her ass cheeks clenched and unclenched while she walked caused me to twitch several times in anticipation of what was yet to come (pardon the pun).

Shortly, I could hear the door to the microwave open, and perhaps ten seconds later, the ding as it announced it was done. A moment later, I could see Kelly appear in the doorway, and enjoyed the view as she walked toward me: breasts jiggling ever so slightly, dark hair bouncing around her head, the ebb and flow of her leg muscles as she walked, the sway of her hips, the eager anticipation on her face as she got closer.

Handing me the bottle of warm oil, she looked at me, expectantly. I answered by telling her "It's probably best if you get on your hands and knees, like before. I'll do the oil part, and we can go from there, okay?"

She nodded her assent, and was soon on her hands and knees again, her cute ass pointed at me as she looked over her shoulder; ready, if slightly nervous.

I kneeled down too, and after opening the bottle, squirted a small puddle into the palm of my hand, which I then laid at the top of the crack of her ass, and tipping my hand a bit to allow the warm oil to trickle down between her cheeks. Her eyes got wide as the oil seeped down the crack, and then sliding over her anus. Using another, smaller, amount of oil, I repeated the action, but this time, after letting it roll out of my hand, I spread her cheeks slightly, and worked the oil around a bit, making sure it was well distributed. Getting into it, she rested on her elbows, so that her ass tilted up more, and bringing her pucker more into view.

Holding the bottle, I allowed a little bit to dribble out, directly on her anus, causing her to flinch, then moan. Using my forefinger, I started working it into the folds first, then, with a little more pressure, farther and farther into her rosette, until, finally, I had the first digit of my finger inside. She was moaning constantly now, and rocking herself back toward me, so I didn't hesitate to drip more oil onto my finger as I worked it in and out of her sphincter, getting her well lubricated.

When I judged that we had enough oil to last the duration, I pulled my finger back out of her rectum, twisting it back and forth as I did so, and earning a gasp and disappointed murmur as it popped free.