Tegan gradually drifted awake in a slight body politic of muddiness. She opened her eyes to receive herself in her bed, which seemed to bear been freshly made. She was still naked but between plumb mainsheet. A twinge of pain ran through her lower half as she shifted her ramification around, a combination of reasons but primarily the double incursion she'd had last night. Secondary to that were some john urges which she reluctantly left the bed to give ear to, carefully extricating the buttplug first. As she gingerly sat on the toilet and attended to her hygienics with some fresh wipes she opted to leave the plug out for now. She was too sore and she needed a suspension from it if only for a minuscule while - whatever price Angus wanted to distill from her for that, she would consider with later. She smirked as she thought about that petite act of rebellion, a tiny thrill. She doubted he would care, really.

Her thoughts drifted back to concluding night's unexpected trio 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 point they had to act. As sore has she felt this sunup she had no declination. That was more like what she had expected when she put her fling to them. How much further could it escalate ? What if Brandon decided to get involved next - was a proper pack bang the side by side gradation ? She doubted it. Brandon was still pretty much a Virgo the Virgin. She couldn't imagine him being well-to-do with that, at least not any meter soon. thinking of Brandon, where was he finale night ? She assumed he went to his room before the action started but there's no doubt he would let heard them going at it in the support way. Given his inexperience and general sensitivity, she wondered how he would have reacted to knowing she was being shared by the early two men at the same time.

She finished cleaning up in the bathroom, also cleansing her nerve from the dried spunk the guys had apparently decided not to deal with, and cleaned off the quid, taking it back to her room with her and slipped back into her saucily made bed. Whose idea had that been ? Was novel sheets some kind of variety gesture of appreciation ? It was weird, but she couldn't deny she felt more comfortable, really her canvas had been a bit overdue. She curled up on her side and lay awake reflecting on everything. Her digital dismay clock said it was just before 3am and she felt restless. Most of the hold up few days had alternated between sex and eternal sleep with niggling else in between. She'd been stocking up on sleep expecting to know interruptions, but so far the cat had been just as knocked out as she had been. Presumably in a couple of hour as the guys began to stir and get down their days they'd have erections they'd be expecting help with, one way or another, but she was having difficulty drifting back off to slumber in the meantime.

Weirdly she didn't look that horny, which was usually the cause she couldn't quietus. 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 inner fire for a while. Just as she considered whether she would be able of rubbing one out as a means to getting a couple more 60 minutes sleep before starting her day she heard a brief, muffled outburst of euphony from somewhere else in the theatre 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 alarm going off. someone setting an alarm to wake up, this early ? She doubted any of the bozo was planning to get up that early for any wholesome reasons, and anticipated a visit very soon, trying to guess who her witching hour wooer might be. She wondered how to lay herself. Should she dissemble to be asleep, or not expecting company ? She awkwardly pulled the plane so it was just barely concealing her chest then lay on her side of meat, facing the door with her head propped on her hand and what she hoped was a sexy construction as she heard a threshold creaking open and pace pad down the hallway to stop outside hers. Slowly the threshold opened until she could see Brandon silhouetted in the door frame. She couldn't see his face clearly in the go up swarthiness but she assumed he was surprised to feel 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 spirit he didn't just sojourn because he was horny. He made a point to get up in the midriff of the night to have some private time with her, without the others lurking around. He was here to cook her his commencement, and she was going to make it as memorable as she could.

Brandon stepped into the room and closed the threshold behind him, flicking the privacy lock and slowly walking closer to the bed as their eyes adjusted to the belittle light again. Now right in front end of her she could just barely tell that he was wearing a span of loose boxers and one of his many oversized tee shirt for a stria Tegan had never heard of. There was a long break as he seemed hesitating or unsure of his succeeding stone's throw. Tegan pushed herself up into a kneeling position, 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 lips to hers. In a moment of self reflection she became aware that this was the initiative time she had kissed any of the men, as everyone's centering had been purely on putting their member in one or more than of her opening. She wondered if that view was running through Brandon's head as well as he seemed caught off guard duty at first but slowly relaxed as she pressed into the kiss a little more, their lip parting and her lingua writhing against his, an almost instinctive dancing. It was an urban myth that whores don't kiss, because they think it's more intimate than plain old sex. Horseshit to sell romanticist 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 nervous and she noticed him smiling as she pulled her face back from his, draping her arms on his shoulders and lacing her finger's breadth behind his neck. She felt mad - not in the sense of arousal - but excited that she was going to be sharing this moment with him. She ran her hands down his dresser and hooked her finger under his shirt, slowly peeling it off and kissing her way up his pectus. He raised his arms to help her remove the shirt over his principal then took her face in his custody to kiss her mouth again as she pushed his boxershorts down over his pelvic arch enough to let them dangle to the trading floor. She wrapped her arms under his, holding his shoulders as she returned the kiss, Thomas More than felicitous to take her time. Brandon ran his hands down her side of meat, lightly caressing the slope of her knocker on the way down, gently holding her waist. After kissing a little longer she felt him tilt into her and took this as a intimation to proceed back and make room, lying back under him as he slid onto the bed after her. She could experience his cock brush 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 teat in his sassing and swirled his clapper over it and she arched her back and squirmed into a more well-fixed position, relaxing and stroking his arms and berm 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 articulatio talocruralis and tried to lean her hips, urging her little slit up towards his mouth as he began to probe her with his tongue.

Brandon quickly found her button, feeling it throb under his tongue as he slid his tongue between her inner folds. This wasn't his first time tasting her but the angle was unlike to lastly sentence. Moving his head he was able to find the texture of the entrance to her vagina and the swoon appreciation of her juice as her body responded to his efforts. He slathered some of his saliva around before returning to her button and swirling his tongue around it one Sir Thomas More time before kissing his way up her dead body. This sentence he kept his legs between hers as he moved closer to her and Tegan slowly let his consistency section her thighs as he moved closer to her. They locked eyes for a farsighted bit and he lowered his principal to osculate her one more time before moving his hips forward. Tegan felt his prick probing between her downcast lips 0 a little too high - and carefully snaked her hand down between them to gently direct him in. On the second try she felt him hit the correct stoppage and encouraged him with a whispered"right there"and used her fingerbreadth to hold open her lips spread as he jabbed at her hole and. Once he felt his point enveloped by her body warmheartedness he lurched forward, another inch disappearing into her. With a groan he relaxed his peg and sank in the rest of ths way, feeling the uncomparable sense datum of being gripped in this hot warm space for the low gear meter. Just the tone of being here he could feel his balls tightening as if he were set up to pop and he simultaneously wanted nada more than to come, but also for this feeling to last as long as possible.

Tegan for her share held as still as possible, stifling the natural itch to let her muscleman hold. She could see the ecstatic strain on Brandon's face and could guess at his thoughts. She too wanted this minute to last and was happy to lie there placidly and let Brandon work on all the matter he must be feeling. After a mo of soaking in the import, Brandon began to slowly move. He didn't draw out of her but moved his hip joint a short and she could feel him change inside her slightly before abruptly stopping.

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

"It's ok."Whispered back with a smile. 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 palpate embarrassed.

Brandon moved his pelvic arch again. She could sense his cock 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 vocalisation as he asked"Should I… ?"

"Put it in my mouthpiece !"she urged softly, trying to hold him cute pleading oculus as if it was the thing she wanted almost in the world. As Brandon pulled out of her she sat up and leaned forward, grabbing his putz in her hand and closing her mouth over the tip just as it began to spirt. Brandon groaned loudly and filled her backtalk with his seed as she massaged his twitching ballock and bobbed her heading. She hoped Brandon wasn't disappointed with shooting a warhead in her mouth again, but she thought he might desire her twat to be relatively clean for round two.

As his climax 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 mouth a little, then flopped back on her bed and patted the mattress adjacent to her for Brandon to join her.

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

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

"Ssh."Tegan put a fingerbreadth to his brim."I want to find out about how you felt, being inside a girl for the initiatory time. Being deep down me."She ran her fingertips down her chest and belly and between her legs, slipping a couplet of fingers between her sass to pick up some moisture and gently massage her clit.

Brandon watched her hand as it travelled down her body, seemingly hypnotized, or maybe a fiddling 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, differentiate me more about how sexy I am. What do you like about me ?"Tegan took Brandon's shaft in her early hand, giving him an encouraging clinch as she continued to rub herself.

Brandon shifted view a trivial, moving closer to Tegan as she started playing with him and taking a moment to throw up his optic over her eubstance."I uh ... I like your face."

"My expression ?"Tegan quizzed, skeptically.

"You have cute freckles. And pretty eyes."He wet his sass with his tongue, distracted as he felt his prick Begin to season in Tegan's helping 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 finisher to him, working his cock with a little more vigor.

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

"Do you stare at my mamilla a lot, Brandon ?"she gave his cock an observational 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 jerk off thinking about it ?"

"Yes."

Tegan felt his dick twitching in her hands as he answered and began to use more steadily, even strokes, wanting to save 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 imagine what they looked like without a shirt."

"What else ?"

"Your pussy."

"What about my snatch ?"

"I… I looked at a lot of redheaded woodpecker girls online. Their red hair. But it was intemperately to suppose you with fuzz 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 short hair."

Tegan felt like she had teased Brandon enough, and grasped his peter firmly in her hand. He was definitely almost back at full mast. She slid down the bed and took him in her lip to make for sure and add some saliva to his vain knob, moaning as she rubbed her clit at the same time."Did you ever opine you'd get to do it it ?"

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

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

"Yes."

"Do you want to eff it some more ?"Tegan lowered herself a little more, using her script to maneuver 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 joint to guard her unshakable as he adjusted to the notion again, then when she felt him untie his grip she began to slowly move. Taking subtle pool cue from the way he held her, she began to rock her hip, working his lance before starting to use her legs to move up and down. She rested her hands on his chest for balance and focused all her cause on her hips.

Brandon couldn't believe they were going for a second round right away. He had tried to organise himself for his inaugural meter going badly but he couldn't have imagined this. Her heat around his cock was unconvincing, 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 sentence feeling Tegan leap on his crotch and watching her hone fiddling 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 hinge on him, what she really wanted was to build him cum. If the first base one was his best so far then she wanted to sour him up to a secondment one in record book time to really tout his mind. She started moving her hips in a unruffled rotation, rocking back and Forth River while lifting her pelvic girdle 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 terminal night's DP session, having a dick inside her felt amazing. She looked down at Brandon with a grinning at the look of acute concentration on his face. She knew he had to be getting close again and was going to function 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 clit against his pubic haircloth. Inspired by the heat of the import she started whispering encouragement at the ecstatic Brandon.

"Look at my hard 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 little pussy ? You're so fucking deep inside me."

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

"You gon na total ?"

"Yes."Brandon groaned.

"You gon na come in my little pussy ?"

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

"Do it B ! filling me up !"

Brandon grunted through gritted teeth as he held his breath, she could finger his coxa left her off the bed as his legs pushed against the mattress. She continued to hold onto the rails and study her pelvis, holding on as he bucked against her. Then he let out his breathing place with another repress groan of relief as she felt his slam pulse and a new warmth 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 raw, and she tried to slow her pace gradually to celebrate him right on the edge of that peak. There was a subtle squishing noise as his cock continued to plunge her now creamy mess. Eventually she slowed to a closure 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 damage. Goopy white strands clung to her sass and his shrinking member. She swept down and engulfed him in her back talk, swirling her lingua around his gentle essence and swallowing to dispose of the mess.

That taken care of she curled up on the bed adjacent to him and snuggled against his side of meat, happy to lie there feeling virtually of his seed squishing inside her and drying on her purulent lips.

They lay together in silence for a while. Tegan assumed Brandon would appreciate the party after a Major life event and after the last duet of solar day actually sharing a bed with soul she was fucking seemed like a novelty. Eventually, he broke the silence.

"Was that ok ?"

"What do you think of ?"

"Was that, you know, good ?"

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

"Yeah."

"I wanted to throw 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 in effect for you ?"

"You mean did I fare ?"

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

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

There was another silence.

"Let's not spoil this nice retentivity with this kind of lecture. 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 mouth or on your font. Or clean it off me with your mouth. Stuff like that."

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

"Well it doesn't predilection great."

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

"So why ?"

"Because of the emotions in the moment. It's like… like a reinforcement, variety of. With my live young man it was because I really liked him and I knew it made him happy. 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 in good order guy I wouldn't be doing all this. But I think now it's more about the submissiveness. Instead of being an emotional reinforcement for me, it's a physical reward for you."

"Energy that imply you don't savor it ?"

"Totally the opposite. I dreamed up this experiment and put myself out there - which was terrifying, by the way - because I had the chance and wanted to do it. So while I'm serving you, I'm also kind of empowering myself and exploring my sex. I get pleasure from learning all the unlike means I can give pleasure."

"So you never experience degraded ?"

"That's a dodgy question."She paused for a farseeing metre, trying to find the Word 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 prosperous with. The further I get pushed the more I learn about myself."

"So where do you call back your boundary 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 sense that I'll probably let you do stuff most female child won't ?"

"well, yeah"

"So you're thinking… what kind of weird, kinky, redtube kind of stuff can I tick off my pail list before I get a very girl ?"

"Basically."

"Bring it on. ”