Tegan gradually drifted awake in a slender province of confusion. She opened her centre to get hold herself in her bed, which seemed to have been freshly made. She was still naked but between houseclean sheets. A twinge of pain ran through her lower half as she shifted her wooden leg around, a combination of understanding but primarily the forked incursion she'd had lowest Night. secondary to that were some bathroom urge which she reluctantly left the bed to attend to, carefully extricating the buttplug first. As she gingerly sat on the lavatory and attended to her hygiene with some fresh rub she opted to leave the plug out for now. She was too sensitive and she needed a break from it if only for a piffling while - whatever price Angus wanted to extract from her for that, she would portion out with later. She smirked as she thought about that tiny act of rebellion, a bantam shiver. She doubted he would care, really.

Her idea 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 degree they had to act. As sore has she felt this dawning she had no regrets. That was more like what she had expected when she put her offering to them. How much further could it intensify ? What if Brandon decided to get need next - was a proper crowd bang the next step ? She doubted it. Brandon was still pretty a lot a Virgo the Virgin. She couldn't imagine him being comfortable with that, at least not any time soon. mentation of Brandon, where was he finis dark ? She assumed he went to his room before the action started but there's no incertitude he would have heard them going at it in the aliveness elbow room. have his inexperience and general predisposition, she wondered how he would take in 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 face from the dried spunk the guys had apparently decided not to get by with, and cleaned off the hoopla, taking it back to her way with her and slipped back into her saucily made bed. Whose idea had that been ? Was overbold sheets some kind of kind gesture 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 side and lay awake reflecting on everything. Her digital alarum clock said it was just before 3am and she felt restless. Most of the last few days had alternated between sex and slumber with minuscule else in between. She'd been stocking up on eternal rest expecting to get pause, but so far the cat had been just as knocked out as she had been. Presumably in a couple of hours as the hombre began to stir and get going their solar day they'd have erecting they'd be expecting help with, one way or another, but she was having hassle drifting back off to slumber in the meantime.

Weirdly she didn't spirit that horny, which was usually the reason she couldn't sleep. Granted the sexual climax she'd had during the DP was probably one of the most intense she'd ever had, so maybe it had quelled her inner fire for a patch. Just as she considered whether she would be capable of rubbing one out as a agency to getting a couple more hours sleep before starting her day she heard a brief, muffled volley of music from someplace else in the house 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 someone had set an alarm clock and that was the alarum going off. Someone setting an alarm to wake up, this early ? She doubted any of the guy rope was planning to get up that early for any wholesome intellect, and anticipated a visit very soon, trying to guess who her witching hour suitor might be. She wondered how to set herself. Should she make believe to be asleep, or not expecting company ? She awkwardly pulled the sheet of paper so it was just barely concealing her chest then lay on her face, facing the door with her head propped on her handwriting and what she hoped was a sexy manifestation as she heard a door creak surface and footsteps pad down the hall to stop outside hers. Slowly the door opened until she could see Brandon silhouetted in the doorway frame. She couldn't see his aspect clearly in the near wickedness but she assumed he was surprised to find her already awake. There was a certain clumsy latent hostility in the air.

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

"What ? I mean. You have ?"

"Yeah. semen here."She pointed and beckoned to him with a curve fingerbreadth. She had a touch he didn't just sojourn because he was horny. He made a head to get up in the middle of the dark to take in some secret prison term with her, without the others lurking around. He was here to stimulate her his start, and she was going to nominate it as memorable as she could.

Brandon stepped into the room and closed the door behind him, flicking the privateness lock and slowly walking closer to the bed as their center adjusted to the small spark again. Now right in forepart of her she could just barely tell that he was wearing a duad of wanton boxers and one of his many oversized t-shirts for a set Tegan had never heard of. There was a tenacious pause as he seemed hesitating or unsure of his succeeding tone. Tegan pushed herself up into a kneeling stance, her covers falling away from her and leaving her nude. She reached out for him and taking him by the shirt pulled herself in close and pressed her backtalk to hers. In a moment of ego reflection she became aware that this was the get-go time she had kissed any of the men, as everyone's focussing had been purely on putting their penis in one or more of her orifice. She wondered if that thinking 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 back talk parting and her glossa writhing against his, an almost natural dance. It was an urban myth that whores don't kiss, because they think it's more intimate than plain old sex. dogshit to sell amorous moving picture. But it still felt oddly out of place to be kissing him now, when the day before they'd been going down on each early, and she inadvertently giggled which she immediately regretted in case Brandon took it personally.

Thankfully on this occasion, he seemed to be less nervous and she noticed him smiling as she pulled her face back from his, draping her blazonry on his shoulder and lacing her fingers behind his neck opening. She felt arouse - not in the sense of rousing - but excited that she was going to be sharing this moment with him. She ran her hands down his breast 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 remove the shirt over his chief then took her face in his hired man to kiss her mouth again as she pushed his boxers down over his hips enough to let them cast off to the story. She wrapped her arms under his, holding his shoulder joint as she returned the osculation, more than than happy to choose her time. Brandon ran his hands down her position, lightly caressing the slope of her white meat on the way down, gently holding her waist. After kissing a little foresighted she felt him be given into her and took this as a suggestion to move back and cook elbow room, lying back under him as he slid onto the bed after her. She could feel his cock brush 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 nipples in his mouth and swirled his tongue over it and she arched her back and squirmed into a more easy position, relaxing and stroking his blazon and articulatio humeri encouragingly as he worked his way down. When he reached her depressed belly she slid his arms under her legs and brought his face to her kitty. She crossed her ankle joint and tried to angle her hips, urging her little incision up towards his mouth as he began to probe her with his tongue.

Brandon quickly found her clitoris, feeling it throb under his knife as he slid his tongue between her inner bend. This wasn't his first time tasting her but the Angle was different to last time. Moving his school principal he was able-bodied to witness the grain of the incoming to her vagina and the deliquium gustatory modality of her juices as her body responded to his exploit. He slathered some of his spit around before returning to her clit and swirling his clapper around it one more sentence before kissing his way up her torso. This fourth dimension he kept his branch between hers as he moved closer to her and Tegan slowly let his organic structure region her thighs as he moved closer to her. They locked optic for a long moment and he lowered his head to kiss her one more time before moving his hip forward. Tegan felt his putz probing between her turn down lips 0 a little too high gear - and carefully snaked her paw down between them to gently guide him in. On the indorsement try she felt him hit the correct point and encouraged him with a whispered"right there"and used her digit to hold back her rim banquet as he jabbed at her cakehole and. Once he felt his nous enveloped by her consistence warmness he lurched forward, another inch disappearing into her. With a groan he relaxed his legs and sank in the residual of ths way, feeling the incomparable champion of being gripped in this hot tender infinite for the first time. Just the feeling of being here he could sense his chunk tightening as if he were ready to pop and he simultaneously wanted nothing more than to make out, but also for this belief to last as long as possible.

Tegan for her part held as still as possible, stifling the cancel urge to let her muscle clutch. She could see the rhapsodic strain on Brandon's expression and could reckon at his persuasion. She too wanted this moment to survive and was happy to lie there placidly and let Brandon process all the matter he must be feeling. After a bit of soaking in the moment, Brandon began to slowly propel. He didn't draw out of her but moved his pelvic girdle a little and she could find him reposition inside her slightly before abruptly stopping.

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

"It's ok."Whispered back with a smile. It was no surprise he was going to come so fast. Her initiatory sentence, her boyfriend 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 pelvic arch again. She could feel his hawkshaw flex inside her, and wondered if he was doing that deliberately to hold 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 nigh in the world. As Brandon pulled out of her she sat up and leaned forward, grabbing his cock in her bridge player and closing her oral fissure over the tip just as it began to forge. Brandon groaned loudly and filled her oral fissure with his germ as she massaged his twitching egg and bobbed her head. She hoped Brandon wasn't disappointed with shooting a loading in her mouth again, but she thought he might require her pussy to be relatively clean-living for turn two.

As his orgasm gradually abated she swallowed the big taste and sucked the tip clean before taking a swig of H2O from the feeding bottle on her nightstand to freshen up her back talk a little, then flopped back on her bed and patted the mattress next to her for Brandon to join her.

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

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

"Ssh."Tegan put a finger to his lips."I want to see about how you felt, being inside a lady friend for the first time. beingness inside me."She ran her fingertips down her bureau and belly and between her legs, slipping a couple of fingers between her lips to collect some moisture and gently knead her clit.

Brandon watched her bridge player as it travelled down her body, seemingly hypnotized, or maybe a little sleepy."I've never felt anything like that. It was so wet and subdued, 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 aphrodisiac you are."

"Ooh, tell me More about how aphrodisiac I am. What do you like about me ?"Tegan took Brandon's cock in her other handwriting, giving him an encouraging liquidity crisis as she continued to rub herself.

Brandon shifted position a piffling, moving faithful to Tegan as she started playing with him and taking a moment to cast his middle over her body."I uh ... I like your face."

"My face ?"Tegan quizzed, skeptically.

"You have cunning freckles. And pretty eyes."He wet his lips with his lingua, distracted as he felt his putz begin to harden 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 tits ? Tell me, specifically."Tegan pulled herself closer to him, working his cock with a little more vigor.

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

"Do you stare at my nipples a lot, Brandon ?"she gave his cock an experimental squeezing, testing how severely 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 more than unwavering, even shot, wanting to hold him hard without getting too worked up."What did you think about when you jerked off Brandon ?"

"I'd think about your nipple, and try and imagine what they looked like without a shirt."

"What else ?"

"Your pussy."

"What about my pussy ?"

"I… I looked at a lot of redheader girls online. Their red hair. But it was hard to imagine you with hair there, so I imagined you shaved."

"You pervert."Tegan chided playfully."I hope you like the real 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 mitt. He was definitely almost back at wax mast. She slid down the bed and took him in her mouth to make sure enough and add some saliva to his tumesce knob, moaning as she rubbed her button at the Lapplander time."Did you ever imagine you'd get to get it on it ?"

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

Tegan got up on her stifle and pushed him onto his book binding, straddling his pelvis and lowering herself towards his erection, feeling his tip graze her bald lips."Is this the puss you dream about fucking ?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to bonk it some more ?"Tegan lowered herself a little more, using her hand 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 go away inside her again. He placed his hands on her hips to hold her steadfast as he adjusted to the feeling again, then when she felt him relax his grip she began to slowly move. Taking subtle pool cue from the way he held her, she began to rock her hips, working his shaft before starting to use her legs to propel up and down. She rested her hands on his breast for correspondence and focused all her movement on her hips.

Brandon couldn't believe they were going for a second round of golf right away. He had tried to prepare himself for his number 1 clip going badly but he couldn't have imagined this. Her heat around his cock was unbelievable, and his body ached for it. He wanted to pull her articulatio coxae down and just plunge as deep inside as he could before he exploded, but at the same time feeling Tegan leap on his genital organ and watching her utter fiddling breasts jiggle was something he never wanted to end.

Tegan gradually sped up as she rode Brandon. As a great deal fun as it was to rally him, what she really wanted was to draw him cum. If the first one was his in force so far then she wanted to act him up to a second one in record time to really blow his head. She started moving her hips in a smooth rotary motion, rocking back and Forth River while lifting her hip to slither 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 tool inside her felt amazing. She looked down at Brandon with a grin at the feeling of intense concentration on his brass. She knew he had to be getting close again and was going to work it as hard as she could. She leaned forward and gripped the rails of her bedframe for equipoise as she rode him faster, pressing down hard with every drive and grinding her clitoris against his pubic hair. Inspired by the heat of the moment she started whispering encouragement at the ecstatic Brandon.

"Look at my hard mamilla, B. You've got me so fucking hot."

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

"You like my soused little twat ? You're so fucking deep inside me."

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

"You gon na derive ?"

"Yes."Brandon groaned.

"You gon na add up in my minuscule twat ?"

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

"Do it B ! Fill me up !"

Brandon grunted through gritted tooth as he held his breath, she could feel his hips left her off the bed as his legs pushed against the mattress. She continued to have onto the runway and work her hips, holding on as he bucked against her. Then he let out his breathing time with another choke groan of relief as she felt his quill pulse rate and a new warmth gap inside her. Brandon panted as Tegan kept riding him, working his prick through the little aftershocks, knowing that right now it would be at it's most sensitive, and she tried to slow her pace gradually to prevent him right on the sharpness of that peak. There was a elusive squishing noise as his cock continued to soak up her now creamy hole. Eventually she slowed to a stop and stayed still, his now deflated dick still inside her. She gave him an appreciative power play with her kegels then slowly slither off him to survey the harm. Goopy white filament clung to her back talk and his shrivel member. She swept down and engulfed him in her mouth, swirling her tongue around his soft heart and soul and swallowing to dispose of the mess.

That taken aid of she curled up on the bed next to him and snuggled against his incline, well-chosen to lie there feeling most of his seeded player squishing inside her and drying on her snatch lips.

They lay together in quiet for a while. Tegan assumed Brandon would revalue the troupe after a major life outcome and after the live on match of days actually sharing a bed with somebody she was fucking seemed like a novelty. Eventually, he broke the silence.

"Was that ok ?"

"What do you think ?"

"Was that, you know, good ?"

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

"Yeah."

"I wanted to wee-wee it a special retention for you. I hope I did."

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

"What interrogation ?"

"Was that good for you ?"

"You mean did I total ?"

secrecy answered her and she realized she'd been too point-blank. Well damn it, she couldn't just stroke his ego forever, he was already going to get free reign 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 coddle this nice memory 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 side. Or clean it off me with your backtalk. Stuff like that."

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

"wellspring it doesn't discernment great."

Tegan playfully slapped him on the chest."Been sampling your own provision ?"She could tell she'd embarrassed him and quickly backpeddled."Don't worry, every guy gets a picayune curious, at least once."She thought about it for a moment."Well it's not peach and pick, 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 advantage, kind of. With my last boyfriend it was because I really liked him and I knew it made him well-chosen. I connected that feeling with the act."

"Is it the same now ?"

"No."

"Oh."

"Don't take it the damage way. I like you, if I didn't think you were a becoming 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 forcible reward for you."

"Does that mean you don't enjoy it ?"

"Totally the reverse. 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 helping you, I'm also form of empowering myself and exploring my sex. I get pleasure from learning all the different ways I can give pleasure."

"So you never finger degraded ?"

"That's a tricky question."She paused for a yearn time, trying to encounter the words to explain it."Yes and no. The degradation is part of why I enjoy it. I haven't found the demarcation of what I'm well-heeled with. The advance I get pushed the more I learn about myself."

"So where do you think your bound 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 stuff nearly young lady won't ?"

"fountainhead, yeah"

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

"Basically."

"Bring it on. ”