Dorsai - Jan

Squirting a little more of the cooling oil on my hand, I liberally applied it to my erect penis, particularly the head. Satisfied that we were both as ready as we could be, I sealed the bottle and set it aside, pausing to wipe off the excess from my hand.

Easing forward, I used my hand to direct my erection down slightly, until it was pointed at her nether entrance, then placing the head against it. Seeming to realize that the angle was wrong, Kelly got back on her hands, leveling things out and lining them up better. Pressing forward, I was unable to wedge enough of her open to make my entry.

Releasing the pressure, I caressed her hip, and told her "Kelly, I know you're nervous, and maybe even scared. I'm NOT going to force my way in, because that would hurt you. If you want me to do this, you'll have to relax, and let me in."

She nodded, and I could see her making a conscious effort to relax which, after a few moments, she did. Pressed against her, but not pressING against her, I waited a bit longer, as she got more control, and eventually calmed enough that I thought it worth making another try.

With her reduced tension, I again pressed myself against her, gently, so that she would know I wasn't going to hurt her. She relaxed even more, then, and I gradually increased my efforts, until, finally, I popped through – and immediately stopped as she cried out. Holding very, very still, I waited to see what she wanted to do: get used to the sensation, or end it. After a bit, she told me "Yeah, that's it – just hold still for minute. I want to get used to this, first."

I asked her "Kelly, are you okay? Am I hurting you? Are you sure you don't want me to stop?"

"No! Don't stop! Just hold still, okay? That's a lot bigger than your finger was, and I just need a minute to get used to it. It doesn't hurt, exactly, it just feels BIG back there, like that. Just give me a minute, okay?"

"Okay, whatever you want – a minute, two, five, whatever you need."

Satisfied that I wasn't going to move, she hung her head, and started breathing deeply, in an effort to let herself loosen up. It worked, and after a couple of minutes, I could feel her pressing back against me, when she said, "It's okay, now. I think I'm okay with it, but go slow at first, would you?"

"Anything you want, Kelly."

With that, I firmly, but carefully, increased the pressure, until I started to slide into her again, slowly. She accepted it, and as I got further into her, and as the sensation remained pretty much constant for her, relaxed even more, until I was finally fully embedded in her ass.

Once there, I again stopped, both to give her time to adjust, and to savor the sensation of having my entire length inside her incredibly tight back entry, and the feel of her crinkled anus clamped so tightly around the base of my member.

Leaning forward a bit, I reached around her, to take her breasts in my hands, squeezing them and playing with the nipples – not just for the sheer pleasure of it, but also to try and distract her, and help her accept my presence in so intimate an area. It seemed to help, because it wasn't but a few minutes before I felt her again starting to move under – and around – me, if only experimentally. Giving her some time to work out how it felt to her, I continued to fondle and caress her breasts and nipples, until she finally spoke to me again.

"Wow!"

"Wow good, I take it?"

"No,*I* took it – but yes, 'wow' good." she giggled at her own joke.

"You've got a twisted sense of humor, Kelly – but I like it!" I laughed, with her.

That said, we were quiet again for a while as she continued trying different things: arching her back, moving from side to side, tightening and then relaxing her anus, and so on. I waited, patiently, though getting more and more aroused with each of her efforts. After a bit, she spoke to me again, saying "Uh, Dan?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Uh, I think I'm ready to, uh, start now."

There wasn't any response that seemed appropriate, other than to grasp her hips again, and start moving inside her; short, slow strokes at first, and as she got used to the, gradually increasing the length and speed of my actions, until I hit a rhythm that seemed to make both of us happy. Feeling as good as it did, I didn't mind in the slightest when she reached back between her legs and started playing with her clitoris, and sliding a finger inside herself to keep it lubricated. Occasionally, she would reach further back to play with my testicles as they swung forward, but mostly she kept her attention on herself. That was fine with me, since the feeling of having her tight, if now stretched, anus sliding up and down my length, and the heat of her bowels wrapped around me was more than enough to please me. In fact, it didn't take but a few minutes before I felt that 'old, familiar feeling' settle in, and knew that this time, I was free to take it to completion.

With the beginning of the end, so to speak, my pace started to increase, as did my 'enthusiasm'; that told Kelly that it wouldn't be long, and she redoubled her efforts on her clitoris, and in her vagina – while still eagerly accepting my faster, harder thrusts into her. A very few minutes later, I could feel the tightening in my balls, and pumping into her hard enough to make her grunt with each entry, it wasn't long before I finally went over the edge, spraying the inside of her bowels with the first of many shots. It was apparently enough of a sensation for her that she reacted by starting her own orgasm, causing her anus to clamp down on the base of my still-spewing erection. The tightness of it was almost enough to stop my flow – ALMOST enough to stop it. I'd delayed too many times, and the sensations she was giving me were simply too much, and after only a momentary delay, I continued to fire shot after shot of hot juice into her, holding myself inside her until her spasms had passed, as well.

Exhausted, and thoroughly drained, I pulled my wilting member from her, and nearly collapsed on the blankets, my head fortunately landing on one of the pillows as I closed my eyes. After a bit, I felt her get up, then heard her leave. The sound of water running, and then she was back, wiping my face with a damp cloth before moving down to clean my now-shriveled and slightly sore penis. Opening my eyes, I could see the affection and care and concern on her face as she attended to me; and when she saw that I was watching, she smiled at me with a depth of love I'd rarely seen on anyone's face.

Once finished with her tasks, she quietly lay next to me, half on, half off my body. Snuggling into me, she simply lay there, letting me slowly drift off to sleep. When I woke up again, she'd moved to the other side of me, but assumed much the same position; glancing up at the clock, I could see that we still had just short of an hour and a half before the earliest we could expect Jan and the boys to return. Plenty of time to get the coroner here for me.

When I tried to move a little, she realized I was awake again, and quickly sat up, looking tenderly down at my face. Looking into her eyes, I could see the concern she had for me.

I smiled up at her, and teased her, saying "First you try to kill me, and NOW you're getting worried?"

Those beautiful eyes of hers crinkled as she grinned, and answered "Well, you DID say I was in control; if you're not up to the work, then don't take the job!" giving as good as she got.

I laughed, and said, "If I'd known I was going to work for an insatiable slave-driver, I wouldn't have!"

She blushed a bit, and laughed in return, asking me "Was I *really* insatiable?"

"If not, you didn't miss it by much. No, it's just that you're young and feisty, and I'm old and worn out, is all."

"After giving me, what – five? – orgasms, and climaxing yourself only twice – and one of those early on – denying yourself orgasms so that you could give me more of them, you're going to try and tell me you're old and worn out? I don't think so! If anything, you're mature, and reasoned in your actions. You've given me more pleasure in the last" – she glanced at the clock – "four and a half hours than I've experienced in the previous fifteen years."