"God, Tara," Gar groaned. "You drive me crazy."
She chuckled. "If you want it Gar, you can have it. Just
take it."
With an angry growl he yanked her skirt off, and the hem
tore. "Oooh!" she giggled. She wore no underwear. He wasn't surprised.
"I'm taking it," he almost snarled. He slipped out of
his own underwear and spread her legs wide, and loomed over her.
"Do it," she breathed.
The head slowly slipped in and then he sank the rest of
the way inside her. "Oh God," he groaned in satisfaction.
Tara, for her part, giggled and wrapped her legs around
him. "Thaaaat's it," she crooned. She braced herself against the beanbag chair awkwardly with one hand, and dug the nails of her other hand into his back, hard enough to draw blood. "Come on, harder, hunhhh, fuck me!"
He did, and happily. He never imagined it could be like
this. There were some that said sex didn't live up to the hype; clearly they had no idea what they were talking about.
Or maybe it had something to do with your lover. Tara
certainly qualified in the skill department, that much was clear. Her wanton shameless body embraced him and lit every nerve ending on fire.
"Give me all that lust, all that rage, Gar!" she panted.
"Let the animal out!"
It was already happening. His hair was longer, his chest
hair thickening, turning almost into fur, his fingernails turning into claws. His muscles bulked up a bit.
Dimly, in his rapidly more instinctive mind, he wondered
about their lack of foreplay, but then remembered what a bad girl Tara was and that she had already waited for him for some time.
"Come on," she panted, "Come
on!"
He did, slamming into her as hard as he could. Their sweaty
bodies began to stick together. Tara let out an animal growl of her own and wrapped both arms around him, as well as her legs, fingernails of both her hands raking across his back. "Yeahhh, that's it!" she panted.
For a time Gar lost his sense of self, had a hard time
telling where he ended and she began, lost in a wave of mindless ecstasy. Tara was more experienced, and so her mind remained more her own, but she was certainly deliriously happy to finally have him; and she judged that what he lacked in skill he more than
made up for in enthusiasm.
She came, writhing with a breathless little shout of triumph,
and mere seconds later he exploded inside her.
Only then did his mind clear enough for him to realize
what just happened. "Oh no! Tara, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to."
"Shhhhh," she said, then kissed him. "I'm on the pill,
boy-toy, don't worry about it. I've been waiting for you. Relax. Stay inside me."
He happily did, his fear draining away into exhausted relief
as he slumped atop her. "So good," he panted, "More than I ever imagined..."
"Well thank you," she chuckled. "You're not so bad yourself,
green-genes."
"It'll take me a little while to do it again," he said
apologetically.
She chuckled. "I figured, honey. Most guys get worn out
quick."
That brought him up short. "How many guys?"
She smirked. "This is only my sixth time," she said, "But
the first five were with three different guys. And two of those times, were with two of those guys
at once."
He boggled. "You mean they..."
"Squeezed me between 'em? Yep." She gave him a big, toothy
grin. "I loved it. And when you are back up to speed..."
She shifted slightly under him, digging under the bean
bag chair with one hand, and pulled out a small plastic bottle of lubricant.
"...we'll explore
that, too."
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