Tara was relaxing under Gar's hairy, warm weight,
smooshed into her bean-bag chair/bed, and thinking the day an overall success. Her position was not uncomfortable, and she had won Gar over, as expected. He was still inside her backside, though his member was relaxed and flaccid. She found it comfortable
to have him there. He was not the best lover she had been with, but he was certainly not bad, especially once she had seduced him into sodomy. What he did not yet know, he would learn through repeated experience and her teachings.
She was just drifting off to sleep herself, happy and content,
when Gar moaned and stirred atop her. She chuckled; was he going to want another round? Excellent!
Gar woke, and blinked blearily. "How long was I out?"
he murmured in embarrassment.
"A little over twenty minutes, honey." There was genuine
warmth and affection in her voice; he was hers, now. She slipped off his cock with a sensual wiggle (and a small flicker of regret) and turned and gave him a wicked, toothy grin. "Want to go another round?"
He looked at her, then down at his manhood, and then back
at her as she reclined on the beanbag chair. Then he looked at her again. An idea was forming in his mind, an idea he almost dare not voice.
She saw it in his eyes; a mixture of hope, fear, and cruel
lust. That last made her heart rejoice; he was learning! But she would have to refuse this particular desire, much as it pained her to do so.
"Oh honey," she sighed, putting a hand on his chest and
gently scratching his chest hair with her long fingernails, "I'd love to let you do that; I really would. But I can't let you stick your dick back in my cunt unless you wash it off first. It would be nasty, kinky wild fun; but it wouldn't be healthy for
me. I'm sorry."
And she was, too; if she could have let him do that to
her without risking all kind of infections for herself, she would have. He saw the truth of her regret in her eyes. "I'm sorry," he mumbled.
"Nah, I like how you're thinkin, boy-toy. But you either
gotta go wash it, or put it back in my butt."
He slumped a moment, depressed and trying to decide.
So she decided for him. "Sit on the bean bag chair," she
prompted, standing up herself.
Puzzled, he obediently switched places with her.
Once he was seated comfortably, she stepped over him--a
flash of a smile in his eyes as her cunt was inches from his face--and slowly sat down in his lap, guiding his cock to her anus once more.
She let out a low, predatory growl as she sank down his
shaft, impaling herself on his manhood. He let out a shaky sigh, eyes burning with lust. She rejoiced to see that heartless greed for her body in his eyes. Oh yes, he was hers, hook line and sinker.
She sat firmly down in his lap, his stiffening manhood
all the way inside her, her weight flattening his balls.
"Oh God, Tara...." he groaned.
"Just let go, Gar," she urged. "Like you did before.
Just let it all go."
He was halfway there already. As she leaned in and kissed
him passionately, he growled into her mouth and his hips began bucking. She broke the kiss and chuckled evilly as he became more muscular and hairy again, hands clawing at her.
"Ohhh, you fucking bitch," he snarled.
"Un-huhhhhh," she agreed, bouncing on his cock.
They kissed again, grinding together as she rode his cock
with her ass, burning. The cruel passion consumed them both now, and they came together.
This time, they did fall asleep, with Tara cradled in Gar's
arms.
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