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I realized when he commanded me to relax that every muscle in my body was clenched up. I was holding my breath too. I exhaled and tried to relax my muscles. It was better, but I still felt tense.

Thuliak moved his finger gently across me. His strong, calloused hand was capable of a touch more tender than I’d ever have imagined, and that touch is all I was able to handle. If he touched me with any more pressure, I wouldn’t able to bear it.

“It feels so good,” I whispered.

He growled low in his throat, and my eyes fell to his rock-hard cock. I reached out and wrapped my hand around the base. It was so thick that my fingers couldn’t quite touch my thumb. He growled louder and longer as I squeezed his thick, girthy dick. The veins throbbed against my palm, and I started to slide my hand upward. It was another instinctual thing that my body did before I even thought about it.

“Sorry!” I muttered, “I don’t know why I slid my—”

“Keep doing it,” he ordered.

I nodded, realizing my instincts had probably been on the mark. I slid my palm slowly, all the way up his shaft.

“Are you sure it feels good?” I asked. “You’re still dry.”

Thuliak laughed, which made me blush.

“Don’t mess with me,” I pleaded, “you know I don’t know anything about any of this. It’s mean to laugh at me for what I can’t help. How do I get you wet, Thuliak, do I have to touch here?” I’d slid my hand all the way up his length, and I emulated the movements of his fingers on me, sliding just my index finger ever so gently across the tip of his cock, right where the hole was. I really hoped he didn’t need me to put a finger into the hole, because as big as his cock was, the hole was incredibly small, and I doubted I could fit my finger inside it.

“It’s good,” he said, in a deep, booming voice. “But men do not get wet. That is a woman’s job.”

“That hardly seems fair.”

His fingers slid down further, until they were just outside the place where I was the wettest. He moved his fingers gently along my wetness, and then back up to that little nub that the orgasm therapist always focused on. With my wetness on his finger, it felt even better. “You see,” he said, “you’re wet enough for both of us.”

I bit my lip and nodded, then closed my eyes—and mouth. I wanted to shut the hell up and enjoy myself. I could interrogate him on male biology later, or maybe he’d teach me everything I needed to know first-hand?

His wet finger slid faster across me, and he pressed a little harder than before, which felta lotbetter. I was relaxing finally, even as adrenaline surged through me from Thuliak’s slightest touch.

I really was wet, though I still doubted it would be enough for his massive dick to fit inside me. It wasn’t just how wet I was though which felt so amazing. It was like I’d been cold all my life and was feeling real and true warmth for the first time. Or maybe it was like I’d never had a drink of water for over twenty years, and now I was taking my first sip of it.

How could you ever go back to being cold or thirsty after either of those? I’d been denied a basic human drive for my entire life, and now I was getting it, and it felt divine.

My hips moved. My body wanted more pressure, and Thuliak seemed very skilled at reading my body, as he pressed harder and moved his fingers faster.

One minute he was touching me, and the next I felt a sudden shock as his finger slid down and lingered right at my opening. I held my breath. I wasn’t even afraid or scared anymore. I wasn’t tense or nervous either. I just wanted that alien man’s finger inside of me.

With a grin Thuliak slid the tip of his finger into me. It slid inside, spreading my opening and sliding wet and warm up inside me. I squeezed my hand tight around his cock, too focused on what was happening to me to keep stroking him.

My lips parted, and I exhaled hot and heavy. He slid his finger further inside me. It’s not like his finger was small—it was huge compared to my finger—but even his big meaty fingers were small when compared to his throbbing, impossibly large cock.

And still his finger was a tight fit. I’d been scared of feeling tight. I’d imagined it couldn’t feel comfortable for anything inside me to feel tight, but as his finger went deeper and deeper in—centimeter by centimeter—it split me wider, and the tightness meant that I felt every single point of his finger all at once. It was like holding his hand, but tighter, wetter, and so much more intimate.

I picked my head up and opened my eyes, because I wanted to see what he was doing to me, and I wanted to see his face when he did it to me.

My eyes fell to my hand wrapped around his cock. I reeled at the size of it, and when I tried to imagine how it would feel inside of me, I didn’t know if I should scream for joy or cry out in pain. I looked away, toward his finger inside of me. I thought he’d be all the way in by now, but I was shocked to see that he’d only just passed the first joint of his finger. His knuckle was just about to go in.

“Will it fit all the way in?” I whispered.

“It will,” he said, “but first a detour.”

He pushed his finger further in, but his wrist moved, and instead of his finger just plunging deeper inside me, it curled upward. Rather than going straight in, Thuliak’s fingertip was now pressing up against my inner wall, as if he were trying to tickle my belly from inside.

“What?” I said, panicking, “What are you—Oh.Oh.” I gasped as warmth rushed across my entire body, like sunshine flowing hot through my blood. I fell back down on the pillow, and my heavy eyelids fell shut. A big smile came over my face, and I sighed in pleasure.

Thuliak’s finger had touched me somewhere deep inside. It was a place I’d never known I had, but Thuliak—somehow—had known more about my body than I’d known myself. His fingertip pressed against this special spot, and even though he wasn’t touching me from the outside anymore, Ifeltsomething happening in that spot he’d been rubbing me. This place inside me was connected to where he’d been touching me before.

“In your language,” he said, “it’s called the G-spot.”


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