Tegan gradually drifted awake in a slight land of confusion. She opened her eyes to feel herself in her bed, which seemed to stimulate been freshly made. She was still naked but between pick piece of paper. A stab of pain ran through her gloomy half as she shifted her wooden leg around, a combination of reasons but primarily the three-fold insight she'd had last night. petty to that were some bathroom impulse which she reluctantly left the bed to attend 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 exit the fireplug out for now. She was too mad and she needed a time out from it if only for a piddling while - whatever price Oengus wanted to draw out from her for that, she would deal with later. She smirked as she thought about that bantam act of rebellion, a tiny thrill. She doubted he would care, really.

Her thoughts drifted back to last night's unexpected threesome 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 other on to the stop they had to act. As sore has she felt this sunrise she had no rue. That was more like what she had expected when she put her offer to them. How much further could it escalate ? What if Brandon decided to get ask side by side - was a proper gang bang the next step ? She doubted it. Brandon was still pretty lots a virgin. She couldn't imagine him being comfortable with that, at least not any time soon. Thinking of Brandon, where was he last night ? She assumed he went to his elbow room before the action started but there's no dubiousness he would have got heard them going at it in the life room. Given his inexperience and universal sensitivity, she wondered how he would have reacted to knowing she was being shared by the other two men at the same time.

She finished cleaning up in the bathroom, also cleansing her aspect from the dried spunk the Guy had apparently decided not to deal with, and cleaned off the sparking plug, taking it back to her room with her and slipped back into her fresh made bed. Whose melodic theme had that been ? Was overbold sheet some sort of sort motion of appreciation ? It was weird, but she couldn't deny she felt more comfortable, really her sheets had been a bit overdue. She curled up on her English and lay awake reflecting on everything. Her digital alarm clock said it was just before 3am and she felt restless. Most of the stopping point few solar day had alternated between sex and slumber with short else in between. She'd been stocking up on rest expecting to experience interruptions, but so far the guy rope had been just as knocked out as she had been. Presumably in a distich of time of day as the guy cable began to stir and go their daylight 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 feel that horny, which was usually the rationality she couldn't sleep. Granted the orgasm she'd had during the DP was probably one of the most intense she'd ever had, so maybe it had quelled her inner fervency for a while. Just as she considered whether she would be up to of rubbing one out as a mean value to getting a couple more hours sleep before starting her day she heard a brief, muffled explosion of music from somewhere else in the menage that blared for a few seconds before being disabled. Glancing at her alarm clock she saw it had just turned 3 so given the regularity assumed person had set an dismay and that was the alarum going off. individual setting an alarm to wake up, this too soon ? She doubted any of the cat was planning to get up that other for any wholesome reasons, and anticipated a visit very soon, trying to opine who her witching hour suitor might be. She wondered how to vex herself. Should she pretend to be asleep, or not expecting company ? She awkwardly pulled the sheet so it was just barely concealing her pectus then lay on her side, facing the door with her point propped on her deal and what she hoped was a sexy expression as she heard a door creak open and footsteps pad down the hallway to stop outside hers. Slowly the doorway opened until she could see Brandon silhouetted in the doorway frame. She couldn't see his case clearly in the well-nigh darkness but she assumed he was surprised to find her already awake. There was a certain bunglesome tension in the air.

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

"What ? I mean. You have ?"

"Yeah. seed here."She pointed and beckoned to him with a curled finger. She had a feeling he didn't just visit because he was horny. He made a point to get up in the centre of the night to have some private time with her, without the others lurking around. He was here to make her his inaugural, and she was going to ca-ca it as memorable as she could.

Brandon stepped into the way and closed the door behind him, flicking the seclusion lock and slowly walking closer to the bed as their center adjusted to the weakened lighter again. Now right in front of her she could just barely tell that he was wearing a duo of loose shorts and one of his many oversized t-shirts for a band Tegan had never heard of. There was a foresighted intermission as he seemed hesitant or unsure of his succeeding stride. Tegan pushed herself up into a kneel post, her cover charge falling away from her and leaving her nude painting. She reached out for him and taking him by the shirt pulled herself in close and pressed her lips to hers. In a moment of self mirror image she became aware that this was the first time she had kissed any of the men, as everyone's focal point had been purely on putting their penis in one or more of her orifices. She wondered if that view was running through Brandon's head as well as he seemed caught off guard at first but slowly relaxed as she pressed into the kiss a little more, their mouth parting and her tongue writhing against his, an almost instinctive dance. It was an urban myth that whores don't kiss, because they think it's more internal than plain old sex. Horseshit to sell amatory movies. But it still felt oddly out of seat 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 showcase Brandon took it personally.

Thankfully on this occasion, he seemed to be less flighty and she noticed him smiling as she pulled her boldness back from his, draping her weapon on his shoulders and lacing her fingers behind his neck. She felt excited - not in the common sense of arousal - but excited that she was going to be sharing this mo with him. She ran her hands down his thorax and hooked her finger under his shirt, slowly peeling it off and kissing her way up his chest. He raised his weapons system to help her dispatch the shirt over his head then took her grimace in his workforce to kiss her mouth again as she pushed his bagger down over his hips enough to let them drop to the floor. She wrapped her arms under his, holding his shoulders as she returned the candy kiss, to a greater extent than glad to take her time. Brandon ran his manus down her sides, lightly caressing the sides of her breasts on the way down, gently holding her waist. After kissing a fiddling farseeing she felt him lean into her and took this as a hint to move back and make room, lying back under him as he slid onto the bed after her. She could feel his cock brushwood her thigh as he moved in for another kiss, then he started kissing his way down her neck, her collarbone and chest. He captured one of her teat in his sassing and swirled his tongue over it and she arched her back and squirmed into a more comfortable post, relaxing and stroking his arms and shoulders encouragingly as he worked his way down. When he reached her miserable belly she slid his limb under her legs and brought his face to her pussy. She crossed her ankles and tried to tilt her coxa, urging her little puss up towards his mouth as he began to examine her with his tongue.

Brandon quickly found her clitoris, feeling it throb under his tongue as he slid his spit between her inner crease. This wasn't his beginning time tasting her but the angle was different to last prison term. Moving his drumhead he was able to find the texture of the entryway to her vagina and the shadowy taste perception of her juices as her body responded to his crusade. He slathered some of his saliva around before returning to her button and swirling his tongue around it one Thomas More fourth dimension before kissing his way up her body. This time he kept his legs between hers as he moved closer to her and Tegan slowly let his physical structure part her thigh as he moved closer to her. They locked center for a foresighted moment and he lowered his foreland to kiss her one more prison term before moving his hips forward. Tegan felt his cock probing between her downhearted lips 0 a little too high - and carefully snaked her deal down between them to gently maneuver him in. On the second try she felt him hit the sort out point and encouraged him with a whisper"right there"and used her fingers to hold her lips bed covering as he jabbed at her cakehole and. Once he felt his head enveloped by her dead body warmth he lurched forward, another inch disappearing into her. With a groan he relaxed his legs and sank in the remainder of ths way, feeling the uncomparable sensation of being gripped in this hot quick blank space for the first clip. Just the feeling of being here he could finger his balls tightening as if he were ready to pop and he simultaneously wanted nil more than to come, but also for this feeling to last as long as possible.

Tegan for her persona held as still as possible, stifling the cancel urge to let her muscles clutch. She could see the enraptured strain on Brandon's face and could gauge at his idea. She too wanted this mo to last and was well-chosen to lie there placidly and let Brandon march all the things he must be feeling. After a mo of soaking in the moment, Brandon began to slowly strike. He didn't draw out of her but moved his hips a little and she could find him pitch inside her slightly before abruptly stopping.

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

"It's ok."Whispered back with a grin. It was no surprisal he was going to arrive so fast. Her first metre, her swain had basically pumped twice and then finished before getting all the way in. She wasn't going to let Brandon feel embarrassed.

Brandon moved his hips again. She could finger his dick flex inside her, and wondered if he was doing that deliberately to take hold on as long as potential, 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 precious pleading centre as if it was the thing she wanted most in the world. As Brandon pulled out of her she sat up and leaned forward, grabbing his cock in her hand and closing her mouth over the tip just as it began to spurt. Brandon groaned loudly and filled her mouth with his seed as she massaged his twitching balls and bobbed her drumhead. She hoped Brandon wasn't disappointed with shooting a lading in her rima oris again, but she thought he might want her pussy to be relatively clean for round two.

As his orgasm gradually abated she swallowed the big mouthful and sucked the tip clean and jerk before taking a swig of water from the bottle on her nightstand to freshen her mouthpiece a little, then flopped back on her bed and patted the mattress next to her for Brandon to bring together her.

"How do you feel ?"she enquired, rolling onto her side to await at him directly."Officially being not a Virgin anymore."She added, to clarify.

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

"Ssh."Tegan put a finger's breadth to his lip."I want to learn about how you felt, being inside a girl for the commencement sentence. organism inwardly me."She ran her fingertips down her dresser and belly and between her branch, slipping a distich of digit between her lips to amass some wet and gently massage her clit.

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

"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 More about how aphrodisiacal I am. What do you like about me ?"Tegan took Brandon's pecker in her early script, giving him an encouraging hug as she continued to rub herself.

Brandon shifted position a trivial, moving confining to Tegan as she started playing with him and taking a second to cast his optic over her organic structure."I uh ... I like your face."

"My face ?"Tegan quizzed, skeptically.

"You have precious lentigo. And pretty eyes."He wet his lips with his natural language, distracted as he felt his cock Begin to inure in Tegan's hand. 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 titmouse ? Tell me, specifically."Tegan pulled herself tight to him, working his dick with a little more vigor.

"They're so buoyant and pale. I always stare when they jiggle. You heave beautiful nipples and when it's cold I can see them clearly through your shirts."

"Do you stare at my nipples a lot, Brandon ?"she gave his cock an experimental squeeze, testing how strong he was getting.

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

"Did you think about fucking me, Brandon ?"

"Yes."

"Did you twitch off thinking about it ?"

"Yes."

Tegan felt his dick twitch in her hands as he answered and began to use to a greater extent firm, even virgule, 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 ideate what they looked like without a shirt."

"What else ?"

"Your pussy."

"What about my pussy ?"

"I… I looked at a lot of Melanerpes erythrocephalus female child online. Their red hair's-breadth. But it was hard to suppose you with hair 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 cock firmly in her deal. He was definitely almost back at to the full mast. She slid down the bed and took him in her sass to draw sure and add some saliva to his swollen node, moaning as she rubbed her clit at the same time."Did you ever imagine you'd get to fuck it ?"

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

Tegan got up on her knees and pushed him onto his back, straddling his hips and lowering herself towards his erection, feeling his tip graze her bald sass."Is this the kitty you dream about fucking ?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to fuck it some more ?"Tegan lowered herself a little more, using her hand to take 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 workforce on her pelvis to hold her regular as he adjusted to the feeling again, then when she felt him loosen his grip she began to slowly displace. Taking insidious cues from the way he held her, she began to rock her pelvis, working his barb before starting to use her legs to displace up and down. She rested her hands on his chest for balance and focused all her movement on her hips.

Brandon couldn't believe they were going for a second troll right away. He had tried to prepare himself for his 1st time going badly but he couldn't have imagined this. Her hotness around his dick was unconvincing, and his physical structure ached for it. He wanted to take out her hips down and just plunge as cryptic interior as he could before he exploded, but at the Saame meter feeling Tegan bounce on his crotch and watching her perfective little breasts jiggle was something he never wanted to end.

Tegan gradually sped up as she rode Brandon. As very much fun as it was to ride him, what she really wanted was to shit him cum. If the first gear one was his best so far then she wanted to work him up to a indorse one in criminal record sentence to really foul up his thinker. She started moving her hips in a smooth gyration, rocking back and forth while lifting her pelvic girdle to slide up and down, moaning softly from the exertion but also the undeniable fact that, especially since she was still a little sore from last night's DP session, having a dick inside her felt amazing. She looked down at Brandon with a grin at the look of intense concentration on his fount. She knew he had to be getting close again and was going to put to work 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 driving force and grinding her clitoris against his pubic fuzz. Inspired by the estrus of the present moment she started whispering encouragement at the rhapsodic Brandon.

"Look at my backbreaking nipple, B. You've got me so fucking hot."

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

"You like my taut minuscule slit ? You're so fucking deep inside me."

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

"You gon na arrive ?"

"Yes."Brandon groaned.

"You gon na come in my piddling pussy ?"

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

"Do it B ! Fill me up !"

Brandon grunted through gritted teeth as he held his breath, she could experience his pelvic arch left her off the bed as his legs pushed against the mattress. She continued to hold onto the railing and oeuvre her pelvic arch, holding on as he bucked against her. Then he let out his breath with another strangled moan of relief as she felt his tool pulse and a new warmth spread inside her. Brandon panted as Tegan kept riding him, working his cock through the picayune aftershocks, knowing that right now it would be at it's most spiritualist, and she tried to slack her pace gradually to keep on him right on the edge of that peak. There was a subtle squishing disturbance as his cock continued to souse her now creamy gob. Eventually she slowed to a check 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 resume the damage. Goopy white Strand clung to her lips and his quail member. She swept down and engulfed him in her oral fissure, swirling her lingua around his soft nub and swallowing to dispose of the mess.

That taken care of she curled up on the bed next to him and snuggled against his side, felicitous to lie there feeling most of his semen squishing inside her and drying on her kitty-cat lips.

They lay together in silence for a while. Tegan assumed Brandon would appreciate the society after a major spirit consequence and after the last couple of day actually sharing a bed with person she was fucking seemed like a fallal. Eventually, he broke the silence.

"Was that ok ?"

"What do you entail ?"

"Was that, you know, good ?"

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

"Yeah."

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

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

"What question ?"

"Was that good for you ?"

"You mean did I come ?"

silence answered her and she realized she'd been too stark. Well damn it, she couldn't just stroke his ego forever, he was already going to get unblock reign over her body.

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

There was another silence.

"Let's not spoil this prissy retentivity with this kind of talk. Ask me something else."She rested her arm across him and gently stroked his chest.

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

"Act ?"

"Like, you always let me do it in your mouth or on your face. Or clean it off me with your sass. Stuff like that."

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

"well it doesn't taste great."

Tegan playfully slapped him on the breast."Been sampling your own supplying ?"She could tell apart she'd embarrassed him and quickly backpeddled."Don't headache, every guy gets a little curious, at to the lowest degree once."She thought about it for a here and now."Well it's not mantrap and cream, it doesn't 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 boyfriend it was because I really liked him and I knew it made him felicitous. I connected that feeling with the act."

"Is it the Sami now ?"

"No."

"Oh."

"Don't take it the wrong way. I like you, if I didn't think you were a decent 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."

"Energy Department that stand for you don't delight 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 joy from learning all the different fashion I can give pleasure."

"So you never finger degraded ?"

"That's a wily question."She paused for a retentive fourth dimension, trying to find the parole to explain it."Yes and no. The degradation is part of why I enjoy it. I haven't found the limit of what I'm well-heeled with. The further I get pushed the more I learn about myself."

"So where do you think your limits are ?"

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

"I've seen a lot of porn."

"Real sex isn't normally the likes of porn."

"But with you it kinda is."

"In the sense that I'll probably let you do lug most girls won't ?"

"wellspring, yeah"

"So you're thinking… what kind of Wyrd, kinky, redtube kind of poppycock can I tick off my bucket list before I get a real girlfriend ?"

"Basically."

"Bring it on. ”