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hips were moving convulsively. Suddenly she cried out, and her inner muscles clenched around his fingers with almost painful pressure.
    He looked up at her face and found her features tightening as the pleasure increased to almost painful intensity. Her breath began to come in little pants, and her inner flesh pressed down one final time on his questing fingers. Her pleasure was his, and the thought of those muscles around his hardening cock caused him to thrust lightly against the bed. He had to forcibly stop himself or endure a repetition of his earlier humiliation. He could sense her utter contentment and satisfaction as he gently withdrew his hand and patted her cleft, gently rubbing in a soothing motion.
    She pulled him back up her body so his hips rested in the apex of her thighs. Her hair tumbled wildly around her body, and her green gaze was so beautiful and soft it made his heart ache. His own desire was becoming unbearable. He had to enter her, or he would loose control. She seemed to sense his quandary and pushed her hand down in between their bodies. Her graceful fingers rubbed lightly up and down his penis before she rubbed the head around her clit and the opening beneath. She was so wet the huge plum-shaped head easily slipped into the warm cleft between her thighs.
    She looked up at him as he slowly pushed forward. He intently watched his body enter hers. When they were fully joined, he looked up into her eyes.
    I'm not hurting you, am I? As he asked the question, he sent out a quick tendril of mindspeak to reassure himself that her body could accommodate his large cock. All he sensed was her desire. He pulled gently out and then in, in a smooth rolling motion of his hips, moving on her as the ocean moved onto the sand. The rhythm came naturally to him, with no need to ask Megan for further instruction.
    Megan began to pant and moan, moving her head restlessly back and forth on the pillow as he thrust into her for many long minutes, far longer than seemed possible, given his earlier performance. Her inside sheath gripped him with wet warmth, pulling slightly as he withdrew his cock and resisting as he entered, creating an indescribable drag.
    "You're a pretty fast learner," she grinned as she pulled her legs up so they wrapped around his hips. He maneuvered his hips so his upward thrusts hit the sensitive inner wall he had found earlier. Her sudden gasp and the explosion of pleasure in his mind let him know when he had the right angle, and he continued to thrust so each inward stroke hit that sweet spot, and each withdrawal dragged across the sensitive bud at the top of her cleft. The pleasure sent skitters of joy up his spine; it was almost as if his cock had been made specifically for her body.
      "God, harder, please fuck me harder…I can't!" Megan's voice ended on a low agonized groan as she pushed up frantically to meet him. Urlon's thrusts continued endlessly and despite the intense pleasure, climax eluded her. She shifted position to get him to rub against her clit a bit harder, but nothing seemed to help. His eyes were becoming glazed and his cock was impossibly hard within her. She knew he was almost there. She decided she would forgo orgasm this time and show him how to help her achieve it next time—after all, you're only a virgin once.
    His thrusts became sporadic, each one ending with a bump of his hips against her bottom. The wet sound of flesh pounding flesh and the pungent smell of sex filled the air. Urlon threw back his head and began to shout.
      "Iy urgt uthe se MA tu setul urs, inse Amat Megan." He thrust deeply and the arms she had wrapped around him felt the sudden tension in his shoulders. Deep groans burst from his lips as his hot seed filled her, dripping down her thighs in copious amounts; each successive thrust released a new gush of cum. His orgasm triggered her own, and they joined each other in a fiery climax. Their minds opened, expanded and