Jan

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?'

'I guess it shouldn't, but I've heard some of the other girls, you know, the, uh, experienced ones. They say that when they do that, their boyfriends don't want to kiss them for a while.'

'I guess their boyfriends are just losing out on a good kiss, then. I suppose it would be different if you tried to keep all my sperm in your mouth and give it back to me that way, or there were drops of it on your lips or something, but as long as you were reasonably polite about it, no, I don't mind.'

That seemed to satisfy her, and she let her head rest on my shoulder again for a while – at least, until I absolutely HAD to get up and go to the bathroom.

When I opened the door afterwards, I found her standing there with a towel in her hand and a smile on her face and nothing obstructing the view between. Here and there on her anatomy I could see little reflective spots, the dried remains of our activities.

Dorsai

Jan

She giggled at the expression on my face, and told me 'I think we both need a shower, don't you?'

'Under the circumstances, I agree – wholeheartedly. Just promise to be gentle with me, this time, okay?'

She giggled again, and said 'As gentle as I can.'

Seeing the smoky look in her eye, I wasn't particularly reassured, but headed toward the shower anyway – now that she'd mentioned it, I had to admit I was glad I wasn't downwind of myself.

Once she was next to me, I suggested 'How about a bit of a bath, first?

We can soak up some heat first, and relax a little more before cleaning up.'

She readily agreed, and had me stand back while she got the tub started – although I think her motives were just to take care of me, the effect was something else. When she bent over to close the drain and start the water, she left me with view of her backside that would have made Jell-O hard. As I looked at her nicely curved, tight, smooth ass, I was surprised to feel my penis start to fill, and twitch. Looking a little closer, I could see the softly furred cleft of her sex peeking at me from between her thighs, and the dewy lips of her labia.

When she figured there was enough water, she turned around, and saw the state I was in. She laughed and said, 'I guess you're not dead, after all. I guess I'll have to take care of that, won't I?'

'Trouble, it's not a request, just an involuntary reaction to the view you gave me when you bent over. I don't want you to think that you've got to 'take care of' me that way.'

She gave me the Goober look, and answered 'Uncle Dan, I already *know* that I don't 'have' to do anything with you. I like having fun with you like this. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't know what an orgasm was like, or how to make myself feel good; and I'd still be worried about whether or not I was weird somehow, you know, physically, or that my boobs were too small or that I didn't have enough hair down there and that kind of stuff. You've helped me feel good about myself, and even about who I am and like that.'

'Jan, I just want to make sure you understand that as much fun as it is for me to be 'teaching' you and having fun like this, I don't expect – and particularly don't demand – that you do or don't do anything with me. If you