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It doesn't hurt, and it's not uncomfortable or anything; I just feel so*full* inside. Move it some more, so I can really get a feel of it.'

Thus encouraged, I slowly pulled out, her pucker following me slightly, as her labia had before, but not as much. When I felt her just behind the head, I stopped for a moment, and then slid myself back into her, gently and carefully, listening to her moan in pleasure as I did.

A pause, then back out, and in, again. A shorter pause, and again.

Shorter pause, again.

Over the next several minutes, I gradually increased the tempo of my thrusting – with Robyn's wholehearted encouragement. When I slowed down a bit, to catch my breath and get myself ready again, I heard her ask me 'Is there any way we can do this in another position? I want to see it, too, and look at you when you shoot.'

I thought about it for a moment and offered 'I suppose we could do it face to face, with me on top of you, but you'd have to pull your legs up pretty far to see anything.'

'I got good grades in gym class – I'm willing to try it.'

With that, I slowly withdrew from her, easing my glans past the ring of her muscle so as to not make any untoward noises. When she felt that I was free of her, she rapidly let herself down on the bed, and rolled over so that she was facing me. With a devilish smile, she spread her legs, and then pulled them up toward her chest; when they were in reach, she used her hands to pull her knees even farther, almost bracketing her head with them.

'Will this do it?', she sweetly inquired.

Awed by her flexibility – and the sight she presented – all I could do was answer 'Yeah, that'll do it!' before moving between her legs and leaning over to put my hands on either side of her. Easing myself forward, I was able to position the head of my penis against her most private opening. Taking a breath, I pressed forward, and found that I could enter her easily – in a single long push, I was able to again bury myself in her nether region. I looked into her face, and saw that her eyes were closed, but the expression on her face was one of unadulterated pleasure and satisfaction.

After a couple of strokes, she opened her eyes again, and after sharing a look, the two of us moved our eyes down to watch as we joined in a rhythm – if not manner – old as mankind.

The feeling as I thrust into her was pleasant (!!), but not enough to draw me toward a climax. When I realized that I was starting to get tired, I knew that I had to change my position, and get more stimulation.

Moving myself off my knees and onto my feet, I kept my body nearly straight as I raised and lowered myself over her. The change of angle, and focus of our union, were enough to further stimulate me, as I needed. In only a couple of minutes, I could feel the stirring in my balls that signaled my imminent release.

As I increased the tempo that I entered her, I noticed that Robyn, too, seemed to be close to orgasm (her chants of 'Oh, God' were a pretty good clue). I was too far along in my own passion to be able to stop; all I could do was hope that what I was doing would be enough for her, too.

Another minute or so of movement, and I felt my balls tighten up as they readied to fire the first salvo of my release – making one last, solid thrust into her, I was as deep as I could go into Robyn's back entry when my climax hit in full.

Robyn was apparently at the very edge of her own release, because when the first blast of my semen erupted to ricochets off her intestines, her orgasm started. When it did, I could see it as her eyes rolled back into her head; her entire body froze – except for those parts the were industriously engaged in trying to milk every drop of bodily fluid I had, through my penis.

Looking down, I could easily make out her labia, and watched as they fluttered, and the mouth of her vagina clenched and unclenched, forcing miniature waves of her lubrication out. I knew it wasn't the so-called female ejaculation, but it was every bit as fascinating and erotic to see – particularly when gravity pulled them down to where I was embedded in her. The spasming of her rectum around me drew some of them in, and I swore I could feel the change in how the lubrication felt.

Even as I was releasing the last couple squirts of my climax, I saw as Robyn (mostly) came down from her own release: her eyes opened (though she had a slightly vacant stare), and her body finally relaxed as she let her legs go, allowing them to slide along my sides before hitting the bed. Her breathing was still in short gasps and pants, and minor shudders ran through her. I couldn't help but think that any guy that brought her to orgasm was damn well going to know it, and be damned pleased with himself as a result.

With my penis now shrinking, the pressure of her anus finally forced it out, and I was free to move over and lay down next to her. Laying on my side, I took her in my arms, and then rolled onto my back – pulling her onto her side, and closer to me, so that I could hold her better. As I softly caressed her back and sides, giving her a physical reference to grab onto in her obviously dazed state, I gradually managed to get my own breathing and heart rate within norms.

After a bit, she gave a little start, as though just realizing where she was. Looking up at me accusingly, she said 'You did that on purpose, didn't you?'

'I swear, it wasn't me, it was my evil twin, Cedric. What the hell are you talking about?'

'Making me orgasm like that, is what I'm talking about.', she answered, a little doubtfully.

'All I did was make love to you the way you asked me to. I think you knew it was going to be something special to you from the way you kept wanting me to do it. If you got more than you bargained for, I don't see how that's MY fault!', I said, a little exasperated.

At the tone in my voice, she realized that she was being unfair, and quickly apologized, saying 'I'm sorry, Dan. It's just that you said you wouldn't do that again, and then I went and had one of those pass-out orgasms. I know that it wasn't you that did it, exactly, and that I DID ask you to make love to me like that. It's just that it surprised me so bad!'

'Hmph.'

'Really, I AM sorry I accused you of it. But this is all still so new to me, and I didn't know it could even BE like that. Please? forgive me?'

I suppose that she did have a point, about it being new and all, and finally told her 'Okay, I accept your apology. Just give it a second thought, next time, would you?', I asked, plaintively 'I will, I promise.' she answered, meekly.

That over, she settled down, and cuddled up even closer to me, putting her arm on my chest and playing with a few of the hairs.

After a bit, she rolled away from me, and a moment later, I heard the sound of a bottle of water being opened – than another. When she turned back, she had the necks of both bottles in her hand, and offered me one.

By this time, they'd gone from cold, to merely cool; it was something of a relief when both of us used my chest as a kind of beverage coaster.

We quietly lay there like that for several minutes, only raising our heads now and then to take a sip of our drinks. Finally – and predictably, I suppose – Robyn finished hers first, and set the bottle on the bed, but off to the side where it was out of the way. From there, she went on to 'help' me with mine. When it was gone, too, she set it aside, next to the other.

A couple of minutes later, she started squirming around a bit, and finally raised herself up enough to look down at me, saying 'I'm starting to feel kind of, uh, squishy or something, you know, back there. And my butt still feels like somebody could drive a car into it, if you know what I mean. Uh, would you mind if I took a shower?'

'No, I wouldn't mind. In fact, if you want me, I'll be happy to join you, and we can help clean each other up.'

'Oh – you wash my back, and I wash yours, huh? I've heard about guys like you, mister!', she teased.

'I promise – at no point will my fingers leave my hands.', I replied – and causing her to go into a small fit of giggles.

When she'd gotten over them, she told me 'I guess I can trust you in the shower. I'm not sure why, after you absolutely ravished my young body, and violated me so terribly! Oh, poor innocent little me!'

I laughed, and said 'Poor, maybe. Innocent? Now? I don't think so! As for any ravishing and violating, you brought in on yourself, Sister -and seemed to enjoy it pretty good while it was happening!'

She laughed, too, before saying 'Yeah, I enjoyed it pretty good – and I'm damn glad I did bring it on myself. I wouldn't have missed it for the world – well, except for that sitting down too fast part; that one I think I'd do a little different. But it's done, so the hell with it.

Shower time?'