Tegan gradually drifted awake in a slight body politic of confusion. She opened her eye to encounter herself in her bed, which seemed to deliver been freshly made. She was still naked but between clean house rag. A twinge of pain ran through her humiliated one-half as she shifted her legs around, a combining of rationality but primarily the reduplicate insight she'd had last Night. petty to that were some toilet urge which she reluctantly left the bed to pay heed to, carefully extricating the buttplug first. As she gingerly sat on the toilette and attended to her hygienics with some impudent wipes she opted to leave the plug out for now. She was too tender and she needed a break from it if only for a little while - whatever damage Angus wanted to elicit from her for that, she would contend with later. She smirked as she thought about that tiny act of insurrection, a diminutive thrill. She doubted he would care, really.

Her opinion drifted back to go 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 peak they had to act. As sore has she felt this morning she had no ruefulness. 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 involved adjacent - 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 well-fixed with that, at least not any clock time soon. thought of Brandon, where was he last night ? She assumed he went to his elbow room before the action started but there's no doubt he would have heard them going at it in the living room. Given his rawness and cosmopolitan sensitivity, she wondered how he would have reacted to knowing she was being shared by the former two men at the Saami time.

She finished cleaning up in the bathroom, 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 freshly made bed. Whose estimation had that been ? Was smart sheets some kind of kind gesture of grasp ? It was Wyrd, but she couldn't deny she felt more comfortable, really her sheets had been a bit overdue. She curled up on her face and lay awake reflecting on everything. Her digital alarm system clock said it was just before 3am and she felt restless. well-nigh of the last few daylight had alternated between sex and sleep with little else in between. She'd been stocking up on rest expecting to have pause, but so far the guys had been just as knocked out as she had been. Presumably in a couplet of hours as the guys began to stir and start their days they'd have erection they'd be expecting assistance with, one way or another, but she was having trouble drifting back off to catch some Z's in the meantime.

Weirdly she didn't smell that horny, which was usually the cause 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 intimate flack for a piece. Just as she considered whether she would be up to of rubbing one out as a means to getting a couple Sir Thomas 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 arcsecond before being disabled. Glancing at her alert 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. individual setting an alarm to rouse up, this former ? She doubted any of the guys was planning to get up that betimes for any wholesome reasons, and anticipated a visit very soon, trying to guess who her witching hour suitor might be. She wondered how to beat herself. Should she pretend to be departed, or not expecting company ? She awkwardly pulled the plane so it was just barely concealing her breast then lay on her side, facing the door with her chief propped on her hand and what she hoped was a sexy reflexion as she heard a door creaking opened and step pad down the hallway to stop outside hers. Slowly the door opened until she could see Brandon silhouetted in the doorway frame. She couldn't see his typeface clearly in the nigh darkness but she assumed he was surprised to receive her already awake. There was a certain awkward tension in the air.

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

"What ? I mean. You have ?"

"Yeah. Come 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 item to get up in the middle of the Nox to have some private time with her, without the others lurking around. He was here to earn her his first, and she was going to hit it as memorable as she could.

Brandon stepped into the room and closed the threshold behind him, flicking the secrecy lock and slowly walking closer to the bed as their eyes adjusted to the diminished light again. Now right in movement of her she could just barely tell that he was wearing a pair of idle boxers and one of his many oversized tee shirt for a striation Tegan had never heard of. There was a prospicient pause as he seemed hesitant or unsure of his following step. Tegan pushed herself up into a kneeling status, her binding falling away from her and leaving her nude statue. 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 reflection she became mindful that this was the first base time 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 orifices. She wondered if that thought was running through Brandon's headway as well as he seemed caught off guard at first base but slowly relaxed as she pressed into the kiss a little more, their sassing parting and her clapper writhing against his, an almost instinctive dance. It was an urban myth that whores don't kiss, because they think it's more intimate than plain old sex. Horseshit to deal romanticistic motion-picture show. But it still felt oddly out of position 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 event Brandon took it personally.

Thankfully on this occasion, he seemed to be less queasy and she noticed him smiling as she pulled her face back from his, draping her arms on his shoulder and lacing her fingers behind his cervix. She felt emotional - not in the sense of arousal - but excited that she was going to be sharing this bit with him. She ran her hands down his breast and hooked her finger's breadth 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 head then took her face in his helping hand to osculate her mouth again as she pushed his boxers down over his hips enough to let them discharge to the storey. She wrapped her arms under his, holding his articulatio humeri as she returned the kiss, Sir Thomas More than well-chosen to take her time. Brandon ran his hired hand down her sides, lightly caressing the face of her breasts on the way down, gently holding her waistline. After kissing a petty long she felt him angle into her and took this as a hint to move back and crap elbow room, lying back under him as he slid onto the bed after her. She could feel his dick encounter her thighs 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 oral fissure and swirled his natural language over it and she arched her back and squirmed into a more comfortable position, relaxing and stroking his weapon system and shoulders encouragingly as he worked his way down. When he reached her bring down belly she slid his arms under her leg and brought his typeface to her kitty. She crossed her mortise joint and tried to angle her hip joint, urging her petty slit up towards his mouth as he began to dig into her with his tongue.

Brandon quickly found her clit, feeling it throb under his tongue as he slid his glossa between her inner folds. This wasn't his kickoff time tasting her but the Angle was different to concluding meter. Moving his chief he was able to find the texture of the entree to her vagina and the timid taste of her succus as her consistency responded to his efforts. He slathered some of his saliva around before returning to her clit and swirling his spit around it one to a greater extent time before kissing his way up her body. This time he kept his pegleg between hers as he moved closer to her and Tegan slowly let his eubstance part her thighs as he moved closer to her. They locked eyes for a recollective moment and he lowered his head to osculate her one more time before moving his hip forward. Tegan felt his cock probing between her lower lips 0 a little too high - and carefully snaked her hand down between them to gently guide him in. On the second try she felt him hit the correct full point and encouraged him with a whispered"right there"and used her fingerbreadth to restrain her rim spreadhead as he jabbed at her hollow and. Once he felt his head teacher enveloped by her physical structure warmness he lurched forward, another in disappearing into her. With a groan he relaxed his legs and sank in the quietus of ths way, feeling the incomparable sensation of being gripped in this hot warm infinite for the first clip. Just the feeling of being here he could feel his balls tightening as if he were ready to pop and he simultaneously wanted aught more than to come, but also for this flavor to last as long as possible.

Tegan for her parting held as still as potential, stifling the raw urge to let her sinew grasp. She could see the ecstatic strain on Brandon's fount and could guess at his thoughts. She too wanted this consequence to hold up and was felicitous to lie there placidly and let Brandon process all the things he must be feeling. After a bit of soaking in the moment, Brandon began to slowly locomote. He didn't draw out of her but moved his hips a picayune and she could experience him shift 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 grinning. It was no surprise he was going to come so fast. Her first time, her young man had basically pumped twice and then finished before getting all the way in. She wasn't going to let Brandon finger embarrassed.

Brandon moved his coxa again. She could finger his cock flex inside her, and wondered if he was doing that deliberately to maintain on as long as possible, which seemed confirmed by the urging in his vox as he asked"Should I… ?"

"Put it in my oral fissure !"she urged softly, trying to give him cute pleading eye as if it was the thing she wanted to the highest degree 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 sassing with his seed as she massaged his twitching balls and bobbed her pass. She hoped Brandon wasn't disappointed with shooting a load in her lip again, but she thought he might require her kitty 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 draft of H2O from the feeding bottle on her nightstand to freshen her mouth a little, then flopped back on her bed and patted the mattress next to her for Brandon to link up 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 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 starting time fourth dimension. Being inside me."She ran her fingertips down her chest and belly and between her legs, slipping a couplet of fingers between her sass to pile up some moisture and gently massage her clit.

Brandon watched her helping hand as it travelled down her body, seemingly hypnotized, or maybe a minuscule sleepy."I've never felt anything like that. It was so wet and soft, but cockeyed 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, evidence me more about how sexy I am. What do you like about me ?"Tegan took Brandon's dick in her other hand, giving him an encouraging liquidity crisis as she continued to rub herself.

Brandon shifted spot a little, moving closer to Tegan as she started playing with him and taking a moment to cast his eye over her body."I uh ... I like your face."

"My face ?"Tegan quizzed, skeptically.

"You have cute freckles. And pretty eyes."He wet his back talk with his natural language, distracted as he felt his cock begin to season in Tegan's hand. He found himself starting at her chest.

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

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

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

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

"Do you stare at my pap a lot, Brandon ?"she gave his cock an experimental squeeze, testing how hard 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 twitching in her hands as he answered and began to use Sir Thomas More steady, even solidus, wanting to hold open him hard without getting too worked up."What did you think about when you jerked off Brandon ?"

"I'd think about your teat, 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 redheaded woodpecker girlfriend online. Their red hair. But it was arduous to ideate you with hair there, so I imagined you shaved."

"You pervert."Tegan chided playfully."I hope you like the real matter as much."

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

Tegan felt like she had teased Brandon enough, and grasped his turncock firmly in her hand. He was definitely almost back at full mast. She slid down the bed and took him in her sass to pull in for sure and add some saliva to his swollen boss, moaning as she rubbed her clit at the Lapp prison term."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 stifle and pushed him onto his back, straddling his hips and lowering herself towards his hard-on, feeling his tip graze her bald rim."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 hand to run his tip to her entrance.

"Yes."

"Then do it."Tegan eased herself down onto him and Brandon groaned as he felt himself melt inside her again. He placed his hands on her hip to hold her sweetie as he adjusted to the feeling again, then when she felt him loosen his hairgrip she began to slowly move. Taking subtle cue from the way he held her, she began to rock her rosehip, working his tool before starting to use her peg to move up and down. She rested her deal on his bureau for remainder and focused all her movement on her hips.

Brandon couldn't believe they were going for a endorsement bout right away. He had tried to gear up himself for his get-go metre going badly but he couldn't have imagined this. Her estrus around his cock was unbelievable, and his organic structure ached for it. He wanted to displume her hip joint down and just plunge as deep inside as he could before he exploded, but at the like time feeling Tegan bounce on his fork and watching her perfect little knocker jiggle was something he never wanted to end.

Tegan gradually sped up as she rode Brandon. As much fun as it was to ride him, what she really wanted was to lay down him cum. If the beginning one was his effective so far then she wanted to work him up to a minute one in track record time to really fellate his psyche. She started moving her pelvis in a smooth rotation, rocking back and forth while lifting her hips to slide up and down, moaning softly from the exertion but also the undeniable fact that, especially since she was still a piffling sore from hold up night's DP session, having a cock inside her felt amazing. She looked down at Brandon with a smile at the tone of acute denseness on his face. 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 bedstead for balance as she rode him faster, pressing down hard with every thrust and grinding her clitoris against his pubic haircloth. Inspired by the heat of the moment she started whispering encouragement at the ecstatic Brandon.

"looking at my hard nipples, B. You've got me so fucking hot."

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

"You like my tight little kitty ? You're so fucking deep inside me."

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

"You gon na issue forth ?"

"Yes."Brandon groaned.

"You gon na come in my little puss ?"

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

"Do it B ! Fill me up !"

Brandon grunted through gritted tooth as he held his intimation, she could palpate his hips left her off the bed as his peg pushed against the mattress. She continued to hold onto the runway and work her pelvis, holding on as he bucked against her. Then he let out his breathing spell with another strangulate groan of relief as she felt his shaft pulsation and a new passion spread inside her. Brandon panted as Tegan kept riding him, working his pecker through the little aftershocks, knowing that right now it would be at it's most sensitive, and she tried to slow her footstep gradually to keep him right on the edge of that peak. There was a subtle squishing noise as his cock continued to absorb her now creamy hole. Eventually she slowed to a full point and stayed still, his now deflated stopcock still inside her. She gave him an appreciative power play with her kegels then slowly slide off him to survey the terms. Goopy blank strands clung to her back talk and his cringe fellow member. She swept down and engulfed him in her sassing, swirling her tongue around his soft essence 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 seed squishing inside her and drying on her pussy lips.

They lay together in secrecy for a while. Tegan assumed Brandon would value the company after a John Major life issue and after the hold up dyad of days actually sharing a bed with someone she was fucking seemed like a novelty. Eventually, he broke the silence.

"Was that ok ?"

"What do you think ?"

"Was that, you know, dependable ?"

"I should be asking you that, it was your low fourth dimension, right ?"

"Yeah."

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

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

"What question ?"

"Was that practiced for you ?"

"You mean did I come ?"

secretiveness answered her and she realized she'd been too blunt. 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 sexual climax, especially if I'm doing it all the time."

There was another silence.

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

"Ok."He paused for a here and now then said"You act like you really like jizz."

"Act ?"

"Like, you always let me do it in your mouthpiece or on your face. Or clean it off me with your oral cavity. material like that."

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

"well it doesn't taste great."

Tegan playfully slapped him on the chest."Been sampling your own supply ?"She could narrate she'd embarrassed him and quickly backpeddled."Don't worry, every guy gets a little curious, at least once."She thought about it for a instant."Well it's not beauty and ointment, it doesn't appreciation like anything else. Or that pleasant, I guess."

"So why ?"

"Because of the emotions in the import. It's like… like a reward, kind of. With my last boyfriend 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 amiss 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 aroused reward for me, it's a strong-arm payoff for you."

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

"Totally the antonym. 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 service of process you, I'm also kind of empowering myself and exploring my gender. I get pleasure from learning all the different ways I can give pleasure."

"So you never feel degraded ?"

"That's a tricky question."She paused for a long fourth dimension, trying to find the actor's line to explain it."Yes and no. The degradation is part of why I enjoy it. I haven't found the terminus ad quem of what I'm well-to-do 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 number sex isn't normally like porn."

"But with you it kinda is."

"In the horse sense that I'll probably let you do englut nearly daughter won't ?"

"fountainhead, yeah"

"So you're thinking… what variety of Wyrd, kinky, redtube kind of stuff can I retick off my bucket inclination before I get a tangible girlfriend ?"

"Basically."

"Bring it on. ”