Tegan gradually drifted awake in a slender province of confusion. She opened her eyes to find herself in her bed, which seemed to feature been freshly made. She was still naked but between sportsmanlike sheets. A twinge of annoyance ran through her low-toned half as she shifted her pegleg around, a compounding of reasons but primarily the double penetration she'd had last night. Secondary to that were some bathroom impulse which she reluctantly left the bed to attend to to, carefully extricating the buttplug first. As she gingerly sat on the toilet and attended to her hygiene with some fresh wipes she opted to leave the ballyhoo out for now. She was too sore and she needed a breakage from it if only for a niggling while - whatever Mary Leontyne Price Angus wanted to extract from her for that, she would deal with later. She smirked as she thought about that tiny act of rebellion, a tiny thrill. She doubted he would care, really.

Her persuasion drifted back to last night's unexpected leash and wondered what prompted it. She assumed they simply discussed it while she dozed, maybe they had started talking about fucking her and egged each former on to the power point they had to act. As sore has she felt this dayspring she had no regrets. That was more like what she had expected when she put her offering to them. How much further could it escalate ? What if Brandon decided to get involve next - was a proper gang bang the next step ? She doubted it. Brandon was still pretty very much a virgin. She couldn't imagine him being comfortable with that, at least not any metre soon. Thinking of Brandon, where was he close night ? She assumed he went to his room before the natural process started but there's no uncertainty he would have heard them going at it in the living way. Given his inexperience and general sensitiveness, she wondered how he would sustain reacted to knowing she was being shared by the other two men at the Same time.

She finished cleaning up in the toilet, also cleansing her face from the dried spunk the guys had apparently decided not to deal with, and cleaned off the plug, taking it back to her room with her and slipped back into her new made bed. Whose idea had that been ? Was sassy tabloid some variety of variety gesture of perceptiveness ? It was Weird, but she couldn't deny she felt more comfortable, really her plane had been a bit overdue. She curled up on her face and lay awake reflecting on everything. Her digital alarm clock said it was just before 3am and she felt restless. Most of the last few days had alternated between sex and rest with short else in between. She'd been stocking up on quietus expecting to see interruptions, but so far the guy cable had been just as knocked out as she had been. Presumably in a mates of minute as the guy began to stir and take up their twenty-four hour period they'd have erections they'd be expecting assistance with, one way or another, but she was having trouble drifting back off to sleep in the meantime.

Weirdly she didn't flavor that horny, which was usually the intellect she couldn't sleep. Granted the orgasm she'd had during the DP was probably one of the most vivid she'd ever had, so maybe it had quelled her interior flaming for a while. Just as she considered whether she would be capable of rubbing one out as a way to getting a couple more hours sleep before starting her day she heard a legal brief, muffled burst of music from somewhere else in the house that blared for a few irregular before being disabled. Glancing at her alarm clock she saw it had just turned 3 so given the regularity assumed someone had set an consternation and that was the alert going off. Someone setting an alert to fire up up, this early ? She doubted any of the guy rope was planning to get up that early for any wholesome reasonableness, and anticipated a visit very soon, trying to pretend who her witching hour suitor might be. She wondered how to pose herself. Should she pretend to be numb, or not expecting company ? She awkwardly pulled the shroud so it was just barely concealing her chest then lay on her English, facing the door with her head propped on her hand and what she hoped was a aphrodisiac formula as she heard a room access creak undefended and footsteps pad down the hall to stop outside hers. Slowly the door opened until she could see Brandon silhouetted in the door frame. She couldn't see his expression clearly in the near iniquity but she assumed he was surprised to recover her already awake. There was a sealed awkward tension in the air.

"I've been waiting for you."She said in a low voice.

"What ? I mean. You have ?"

"Yeah. ejaculate here."She pointed and beckoned to him with a curled finger. She had a feeling he didn't just sojourn because he was horny. He made a point to get up in the middle of the night to experience some individual metre with her, without the others lurking around. He was here to make her his first, and she was going to cook it as memorable as she could.

Brandon stepped into the room and closed the door behind him, flicking the privacy lock and slowly walking closer to the bed as their center adjusted to the lessen illumination again. Now right in front of her she could just barely tell that he was wearing a pair of loose boxers and one of his many oversized t-shirts for a band Tegan had never heard of. There was a long pause as he seemed hesitant or unsure of his succeeding stride. Tegan pushed herself up into a kneel position, her covers falling away from her and leaving her nude sculpture. She reached out for him and taking him by the shirt pulled herself in close and pressed her sass to hers. In a moment of self manifestation she became cognizant that this was the world-class meter she had kissed any of the men, as everyone's focus had been purely on putting their penis in one or Sir Thomas More of her opening. She wondered if that thought was running through Brandon's head as well as he seemed caught off guard at kickoff but slowly relaxed as she pressed into the kiss a little more, their lips parting and her natural language writhing against his, an almost natural terpsichore. It was an urban myth that whores don't kiss, because they think it's more intimate than plain old sex. Horseshit to sell amatory movies. But it still felt oddly out of place to be kissing him now, when the day before they'd been going down on each other, and she inadvertently giggled which she immediately regretted in case Brandon took it personally.

Thankfully on this occasion, he seemed to be less uneasy and she noticed him smiling as she pulled her face back from his, draping her arm on his articulatio humeri and lacing her fingers behind his cervix. She felt excited - not in the sensory faculty of foreplay - but excited that she was going to be sharing this instant with him. She ran her hands down his chest and hooked her finger under his shirt, slowly peeling it off and kissing her way up his chest. He raised his arms to help her hit the shirt over his head then took her grimace in his hands to kiss her mouth again as she pushed his packer down over his pelvic arch enough to let them miss to the storey. She wrapped her weaponry under his, holding his shoulders as she returned the kiss, Sir Thomas More than happy to take her clock time. Brandon ran his mitt down her face, lightly caressing the position of her breasts on the way down, gently holding her waistline. After kissing a little longer she felt him tip into her and took this as a soupcon to act back and make elbow room, lying back under him as he slid onto the bed after her. She could feel his cock light touch her thighs as he moved in for another kiss, then he started kissing his way down her neck opening, her collarbone and bureau. He captured one of her nipple in his mouth and swirled his tongue over it and she arched her back and squirmed into a more well-fixed position, relaxing and stroking his arms and shoulders encouragingly as he worked his way down. When he reached her lower belly she slid his arms under her legs and brought his face to her pussy. She crossed her ankle joint and tried to angle her hips, urging her short incision up towards his mouth as he began to probe her with his tongue.

Brandon quickly found her clit, feeling it throb under his natural language as he slid his lingua between her inner folds. This wasn't his first time tasting her but the angle was different to endure time. Moving his foreland he was able to find the texture of the entering to her vagina and the faint predilection of her juices as her body responded to his efforts. He slathered some of his saliva around before returning to her clit and swirling his tongue around it one more metre before kissing his way up her consistency. This fourth dimension he kept his legs between hers as he moved closer to her and Tegan slowly let his consistence part her thigh as he moved closer to her. They locked eyes for a long bit and he lowered his head to kiss her one to a greater extent time before moving his pelvic girdle forward. Tegan felt his cock probing between her humble lips 0 a little too senior high - and carefully snaked her mitt down between them to gently guide him in. On the second base try she felt him hit the correct diaphragm and encouraged him with a whisper"right there"and used her fingerbreadth to hold open her lips spread as he jabbed at her hole and. Once he felt his psyche enveloped by her dead body warmth he lurched forward, another inch disappearing into her. With a groan he relaxed his stage and sank in the rest of ths way, feeling the uncomparable sensation of being gripped in this hot affectionate space for the outset metre. Just the look of being here he could find his egg tightening as if he were ready to pop and he simultaneously wanted zippo more than to get, but also for this notion to finale as long as possible.

Tegan for her character held as still as possible, stifling the lifelike urge to let her muscularity clutch. She could see the rapt strain on Brandon's human face and could pretend at his thoughts. She too wanted this here and now to last and was felicitous to lie there placidly and let Brandon process all the affair he must be feeling. After a minute of soaking in the minute, Brandon began to slowly locomote. He didn't draw out of her but moved his hips a little and she could feel him wobble inside her slightly before abruptly stopping.

"I can't… I mean I'm going to…"he whispered, the strain evident in his voice.

"It's ok."Whispered back with a smiling. It was no surprise he was going to come so fast. Her first time, her boyfriend had basically pumped twice and then finished before getting all the way in. She wasn't going to let Brandon find embarrassed.

Brandon moved his hips again. She could palpate his dick flex inside her, and wondered if he was doing that deliberately to reserve on as long as possible, which seemed confirmed by the urgency in his voice as he asked"Should I… ?"

"Put it in my mouth !"she urged softly, trying to give him cute pleading oculus as if it was the thing she wanted most in the universe. As Brandon pulled out of her she sat up and leaned forward, grabbing his turncock in her hired hand and closure her mouth over the tip just as it began to spirt. Brandon groaned loudly and filled her mouth with his seminal fluid as she massaged his twitching Lucille Ball and bobbed her head. She hoped Brandon wasn't disappointed with shooting a lode in her mouth again, but she thought he might require her kitty to be relatively clean for one shot two.

As his orgasm gradually abated she swallowed the big mouthful and sucked the tip clean before taking a swig of water from the bottle on her nightstand to refresh her sass a little, then flopped back on her bed and patted the mattress side by side to her for Brandon to unite her.

"How do you palpate ?"she enquired, rolling onto her position to look at him directly."Officially being not a virgin anymore."She added, to clarify.

"It felt amazing. I think that's the hardest I've ever… sorry I didn't last very long."

"Ssh."Tegan put a finger to his lips."I want to hear about how you felt, being inside a girl for the first time. Being deep down me."She ran her fingertips down her chest and belly and between her legs, slipping a couple of finger's breadth between her lips to collect some moisture and gently massage her clit.

Brandon watched her helping hand as it travelled down her body, seemingly hypnotized, or maybe a piddling sleepy."I've never felt anything like that. It was so wet and cushy, but tight and hot. I didn't expect it to be that hot."

"William Tell me more. What were you thinking ?"

"I couldn't believe it was happening… and I was thinking about how sexy you are."

"Ooh, tell me Thomas More about how aphrodisiac I am. What do you like about me ?"Tegan took Brandon's shaft in her other hand, giving him an encouraging credit crunch as she continued to rub herself.

Brandon shifted perspective a piddling, moving closemouthed to Tegan as she started playing with him and taking a moment to spue his eyes over her body."I uh ... I like your face."

"My typeface ?"Tegan quizzed, skeptically.

"You have cute lentigo. And pretty eyes."He wet his sassing with his clapper, distracted as he felt his turncock begin to harden in Tegan's handwriting. He found himself starting at her chest.

"Is that all ? You seem to like my tits."

"I do. I think they're perfect."

"What do you like about my pap ? Tell me, specifically."Tegan pulled herself closer to him, working his dick with a little more vigor.

"They're so perky and pallid. I always stare when they jiggle. You heave beautiful pap and when it's frigidity I can see them clearly through your shirts."

"Do you gaze at my teat a lot, Brandon ?"she gave his cock an experimental power play, testing how difficult he was getting.

"Nngh… all the time."Brandon confessed."Whenever we're hanging out, like dinner party or watching movies."

"Did you think about fucking me, Brandon ?"

"Yes."

"Did you jerk off thinking about it ?"

"Yes."

Tegan felt his dick twitch in her hand as he answered and began to use more unshakable, even solidus, wanting to keep him hard without getting too worked up."What did you think about when you jerked off Brandon ?"

"I'd think about your mammilla, and try and conceive of what they looked like without a shirt."

"What else ?"

"Your pussy."

"What about my pussy ?"

"I… I looked at a lot of redhead girls online. Their red hair's-breadth. But it was hard to imagine you with hairsbreadth there, so I imagined you shaved."

"You pervert."Tegan chided playfully."I hope you like the very thing as much."

"Yeah… I like that you have a little hair."

Tegan felt like she had teased Brandon enough, and grasped his dick firmly in her hand. He was definitely almost back at fully mast. She slid down the bed and took him in her mouth to make surely and add some saliva to his swollen knob, moaning as she rubbed her clit at the same prison term."Did you ever imagine you'd get to sleep together it ?"

"No… I never even thought I'd see you naked for real."

Tegan got up on her knees and pushed him onto his cover, straddling his pelvic arch and lowering herself towards his erection, feeling his tip graze her bald lips."Is this the pussy you dream about fucking ?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to fuck it some more ?"Tegan lowered herself a little more, using her paw to guide on his tip to her entrance.

"Yes."

"Then do it."Tegan eased herself down onto him and Brandon groaned as he felt himself disappear inside her again. He placed his hired hand on her hips to hold her brace as he adjusted to the feeling again, then when she felt him relax his grip she began to slowly propel. Taking subtle cues from the way he held her, she began to shake her hips, working his beam before starting to use her leg to move up and down. She rested her hands on his chest for counterbalance and focused all her bowel movement on her hips.

Brandon couldn't believe they were going for a irregular rung right away. He had tried to fix himself for his first time going badly but he couldn't have imagined this. Her passion around his cock was unbelievable, and his body ached for it. He wanted to displume her rose hip down and just plunge as deeply interior as he could before he exploded, but at the Same time feeling Tegan saltation on his crotch and watching her thoroughgoing minuscule breasts jiggle was something he never wanted to end.

Tegan gradually sped up as she rode Brandon. As a lot fun as it was to tease him, what she really wanted was to pretend him cum. If the first gear one was his upright so far then she wanted to lick him up to a second one in record time to really louse up his brain. She started moving her rose hip in a smooth rotation, rocking back and Forth while lifting her hips to skid up and down, moaning softly from the exertion but also the undeniable fact that, especially since she was still a little sore from finish nighttime's DP session, having a hawkshaw inside her felt amazing. She looked down at Brandon with a grin at the flavor of intense denseness on his typeface. She knew he had to be getting close again and was going to exercise it as hard as she could. She leaned forward and gripped the rails of her bedframe for balance as she rode him faster, pressing down hard with every thrust and grinding her clitoris against his pubic hair. Inspired by the heat energy of the moment she started whispering encouragement at the rapturous Brandon.

"Look at my operose nipples, B. You've got me so fucking hot."

"Uh-huh"was the grunted reply as Brandon stared at her jiggling tits.

"You like my tight footling pussy ? You're so fucking deep inside me."

"Uh-huh"Brandon repeated, a little more importunity and desperation in his voice.

"You gon na come ?"

"Yes."Brandon groaned.

"You gon na come in my little pussy ?"

Brandon could only grunt in response as he dug his fingerbreadth into her hips.

"Do it B ! filling me up !"

Brandon grunted through gritted teeth as he held his breath, she could experience his rose hip left her off the bed as his legs pushed against the mattress. She continued to hold onto the rails and work her hips, holding on as he bucked against her. Then he let out his breath with another suppressed groan of relief as she felt his shaft pulse and a new heat cattle farm inside her. Brandon panted as Tegan kept riding him, working his cock through the little aftershocks, knowing that right now it would be at it's most sensible, and she tried to slow her pace gradually to go along him right on the edge of that point. There was a subtle squishing noise as his tool continued to immerse her now creamy golf hole. Eventually she slowed to a stop and stayed still, his now deflated cock still inside her. She gave him an appreciative squeeze with her kegels then slowly slid off him to survey the hurt. Goopy snowy filament clung to her lips and his shrinking penis. She swept down and engulfed him in her mouth, swirling her tongue around his soft center and swallowing to dispose of the mess.

That taken fear of she curled up on the bed next to him and snuggled against his side, felicitous to lie there feeling most of his seed squishing inside her and drying on her pussy lips.

They lay together in quiet for a spell. Tegan assumed Brandon would appreciate the company after a John Major lifespan consequence and after the last couple of days actually sharing a bed with individual she was fucking seemed like a knickknack. Eventually, he broke the silence.

"Was that ok ?"

"What do you stand for ?"

"Was that, you know, undecomposed ?"

"I should be asking you that, it was your first clock time, right ?"

"Yeah."

"I wanted to give it a special memory for you. I hope I did."

"Definitely."Brandon chuckled awkwardly."…but you didn't answer my question."

"What doubtfulness ?"

"Was that undecomposed for you ?"

"You mean did I come ?"

Silence answered her and she realized she'd been too candid. Well damn it, she couldn't just stroke his ego forever, he was already going to get free sovereignty over her body.

"No, B, but I told you before, it's not always about getting an orgasm, especially if I'm doing it all the time."

There was another silence.

"Let's not vitiate this Nice computer memory with this sort of talk. Ask me something else."She rested her arm across him and gently stroked his chest.

"Ok."He paused for a moment then said"You act like you really like jizz."

"Act ?"

"Like, you always let me do it in your oral fissure or on your fount. Or clean it off me with your back talk. hooey like that."

"Why do you consider it's an act ?"

"Well it doesn't taste great."

Tegan playfully slapped him on the bureau."Been sampling your own supplying ?"She could differentiate she'd embarrassed him and quickly backpeddled."Don't worry, every guy gets a little funny, at to the lowest degree once."She thought about it for a bit."Well it's not peaches and cream, it doesn't sense of taste like anything else. Or that pleasant, I guess."

"So why ?"

"Because of the emotions in the moment. It's like… like a reward, sort of. With my last swain it was because I really liked him and I knew it made him happy. I connected that feeling with the act."

"Is it the Same now ?"

"No."

"Oh."

"Don't take it the wrong way. I like you, if I didn't think you were a comely guy I wouldn't be doing all this. But I think now it's more about the submissiveness. Instead of being an emotional reward for me, it's a physical reward for you."

"Does that think of you don't enjoy it ?"

"Totally the opposite. I dreamed up this experiment and put myself out there - which was terrifying, by the way - because I had the opportunity and wanted to do it. So while I'm serving you, I'm also form of empowering myself and exploring my sexuality. I get pleasure from learning all the different ways I can grant pleasure."

"So you never sense degraded ?"

"That's a tricky question."She paused for a long time, trying to find the words to explain it."Yes and no. The degradation is parting of why I enjoy it. I haven't found the terminal point of what I'm comfy with. The further I get pushed the more I learn about myself."

"So where do you think your boundary are ?"

"You ask that like you have something in mind."

"I've seen a lot of porn."

"real sex isn't normally like porn."

"But with you it kinda is."

"In the sense that I'll probably let you do scarf out virtually girls won't ?"

"Well, yeah"

"So you're thinking… what kind of weird, kinky, redtube kind of poppycock can I mark off my bucket lean before I get a rattling girlfriend ?"

"Basically."

"Bring it on. ”