Dorsai - Jan

Guiding her back a bit, I tilted my head, and after admiring the view of her arousal, drew in a deep breath – savoring the heady aroma of fresh, young, excited girl. Like steel to a magnet, my tongue was drawn to the source; in only a few moments, my tongue was parting her labia, tasting the spicy sweetness of her nectar, and delighting in the feel of her vaginal lips caressing my tongue as I slid it between them on the way to her clitoral hood, which was peeking out at me from her cleft.

She contented herself with touching and caressing my now erect penis, softly stroking and caressing it, kissing it, and when a drop of fluid appeared at the end, licking it.

We continued like that for perhaps ten minutes: me using my mouth and tongue and lips to tease and caress and arouse her; she doing much the same to me, only slightly less so. Clearly, she wanted to keep me stimulated, but not too much, while allowing me to arouse her as much as possible. With enthusiasm, I did that very thing: licking her from clitoris to perineum, my tongue sometimes sliding between her labia, other times around or over one or the other. Taking her clitoris between my lips and 'nibbling' at it. Fluttering my tongue across her clitoral hood. Pushing my tongue as deeply inside her as I could, and then curling it, scooping up as much of her wetness as I could before withdrawing it. Placing my mouth over her vaginal opening, and applying a rhythmic, varying suction, pulling her lips into my mouth. Sliding my finger inside her vagina, then pumping it in and out of her, drawing her vaginal lips even further out. Using her juices, mixed with my saliva, to lubricate her anus as I rubbed and pressed against it, even getting the first digit of it inside her.

Soon enough, she was gasping and moaning, encouraging my efforts; and not long after that, she took me into her mouth again. When she released her hold on me, I was slick and glistening from her saliva; she turned to look at me, saying "Uncle Dan! Please, I'm ready!"

I was, too.

Guiding her leg back over me so I could sit up, I looked at her: face and shoulders almost crimson from the blush of arousal, nipples hard and erect, and a look of raw lust on her face. I got on my knees, turned to her, and paused, waiting to see how she wanted me to make love to her.

Looking over her shoulder, she told me "I want to try it like this.

Please!".

As I moved up behind her, she reached a hand between her legs, and using her fingers, spread her vaginal lips, revealing the pink wetness inside her. I paused a few moments, and tried to memorize the sight before moving closer, and directing the head of my erection to the target she'd presented me. When she felt me make contact, she released her grip, allowing her labia to close around me; I slid the end of my penis up and down between them a couple times, wetting it with her secretions, in addition to the saliva she'd left on it. When she moaned in frustration, I quickly repositioned myself, and put my hands on her hips. Before I could push into her, though, she pressed herself back, taking nearly half of me inside her. I pulled back a bit, then pressed forward, enjoying the sensation as the ring of her vaginal mouth slid down my length, until I was fully embedded in her – and earning a pleased moan as I did so.

We waited a few moments, then she started rocking herself a bit, moving herself around me. Taking a firm grip on her hips, I pulled out of her until just the head was inside, paused a second, and slid myself back into her in a single smooth motion, and getting another pleased moan in response. It didn't take me long to get into a nice, steady rhythm – withdrawing until the glans of my erection was only a little way inside her, then pistoning back into her – firmly enough to cause a slight sway in her breasts, but not hard. She was so hot inside, and tight enough to generate that that exquisite friction, but her ample lubrication keeping things moving nicely – indeed, there was enough of it that the liquid, squishing noise of our activity were easily heard.

To my surprise, it took only a couple of minutes before Jan had an orgasm. A small one, granted, but an orgasm none the less: her gasping and moaning increased as I felt her tighten around me as I continued to piston in and out of her, neither speeding up or slowing down. After it was over, she was even hotter and wetter inside, and I leaned forward so I could play with her breasts and nipples. I sped up my thrusts into her, and she responded by rocking in time with my motions, as well as reaching between her legs to rub her clitoris. When she did that, I could feel her fingertips brush against my scrotum when it swung forward as I thrust into her – the brushing contact stimulated me, and after only a few minutes, was thrusting into her more firmly, causing minor waves in the flesh and muscles of her ass cheeks from the impact.

After a few minutes of this, I could feel my balls tighten up, and knew that I wasn't far from release. When I told Jan "I'm close!", her efforts at her crotch increased, and it didn't take long before her back was arching and relaxing as she, too, got closer to her orgasm. As I got close to my climax, Jan had hers: she nearly screamed as her back arched one last time, and I could feel her vaginal muscles tightening around me; had it not been for the copious lubrication she'd made, I doubt that I would have been able to continue moving in her. It was the incredible feeling when her vagina started an intense, rapid milking sensation that finally pushed me over the edge – pushing myself as far into her as I could, I released shot after shot into her rhythmically clasping insides, while I felt her fingers dancing on her clitoris and tickling my balls at the same time. The combination of her heat, the flexing of her internal muscles, and the involuntary motions we made as we met at the peak of release was incredible – I thought that my balls were going to be the next things to launch out the end of my penis.

Even after I felt the last spurt of my semen leave me, I stayed hard from the sensations she was creating around me; she continued to rock back and forth, churning our combined fluids into a froth that was forced out of her vagina, drenching her mons and my balls. When her spasms ended that I felt her draw a long, ragged breath before collapsing onto her elbows, her ass still in the air; she let her head fall to the bed, and I leaned forward and rested, my hands on the bed on each side of her, kissing her softly on her shoulders and the back of her neck – and still buried in her.

We stayed like that for only a couple of minutes before we both felt the need to lay down before we fell down. Holding her, I pressed my hips forward, guiding her to lay down, with me over her, before rolling us onto our sides, my semi-erect penis still held in her womanly grasp.

Still holding her, I let my hand slide up until I was holding her breast in my hand, and started slowly running my thumb over the nipple, causing her to shudder every so often with orgasmic aftershocks. Eventually, though, she stopped responding, and I contented myself with simply holding her as she recovered. After a bit, I noticed that she'd worn herself out, and fallen asleep; not long after that, I felt my softened penis pull free of her, and the trickling of our fluids as they were released. Shortly after that, I fell asleep myself, still holding her.

It was a couple of hours later that I awoke to the sound of Mabel telling me that I had a phone call. Instructing 'her' to let it through, I found that my secretary had called to see if I was okay; telling her that something had come up (!!), I said that I was fine, but that I didn't think that I'd be in that day. It being a Friday, I told her that if things were slow, she could go ahead and go home early. Reassured that I wasn't dead or injured, she readily agreed, and that ended the conversation. During it, I noted that I'd rolled over onto my other side, as had Jan – we were now in the spoon position with her behind me, and her hand firmly grasping my limp -and admittedly a bit tender – member. My talk with my secretary apparently woke her up, because a few moments after the connection broke, I could feel her moving around a bit behind me as she tried to get as close to me as she could, pressing her breasts into my back. I could also feel the tickle of her pubic hair on my ass (a truly unique sensation), and her warm breath on my shoulder blade.