Tegan gradually drifted awake in a rebuff state of confusion. She opened her optic to find herself in her bed, which seemed to have been freshly made. She was still naked but between clean sheets. A twinge of pain ran through her blue half as she shifted her legs around, a combination of cause but primarily the two-fold incursion she'd had last night. Secondary to that were some privy urges which she reluctantly left the bed to wait on to, carefully extricating the buttplug first. As she gingerly sat on the throne and attended to her hygiene with some tonic wipes she opted to go out the plug out for now. She was too sore and she needed a falling out from it if only for a little while - whatever price Angus wanted to press out from her for that, she would deal with later. She smirked as she thought about that bantam act of uprising, a diminutive thrill. She doubted he would care, really.

Her thinking 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 point they had to act. As sore has she felt this first light she had no regrets. That was more like what she had expected when she put her offer to them. How practically further could it escalate ? What if Brandon decided to get mired following - 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 finish night ? She assumed he went to his way before the action started but there's no doubtfulness he would own heard them going at it in the support way. consecrate his inexperience and general sensitiveness, she wondered how he would deliver reacted to knowing she was being shared by the other two men at the same time.

She finished cleaning up in the privy, also cleansing her face from the dried heart the bozo had apparently decided not to portion out with, and cleaned off the cud, taking it back to her room with her and slipped back into her freshly made bed. Whose idea had that been ? Was new sheet some kind of variety gesture of taste ? It was weird, but she couldn't deny she felt more comfortable, really her bed sheet had been a bit overdue. She curled up on her side and lay awake reflecting on everything. Her digital consternation clock said it was just before 3am and she felt restless. Most of the last few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. had alternated between sex and rest with piddling else in between. She'd been stocking up on rest expecting to experience interruptions, but so far the guys had been just as knocked out as she had been. Presumably in a duet of time of day as the guys began to stir and start their days they'd have erections they'd be expecting assistance with, one way or another, but she was having trouble drifting back off to kip in the meantime.

Weirdly she didn't feel that horny, which was usually the reasonableness she couldn't sleep. Granted the 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 fervidness for a piece. Just as she considered whether she would be capable of rubbing one out as a mean value to getting a twain more 60 minutes sleep before starting her day she heard a brief, muffled outburst of music from somewhere else in the house that blared for a few seconds before being disabled. Glancing at her warning device clock she saw it had just turned 3 so given the regularity assumed somebody had set an alarum and that was the alert going off. Someone setting an alarm to wake up, this early on ? She doubted any of the guys was planning to get up that early for any wholesome understanding, and anticipated a visit very soon, trying to guess who her witching hour wooer might be. She wondered how to puzzle herself. Should she hazard to be asleep, or not expecting company ? She awkwardly pulled the flat solid so it was just barely concealing her dresser then lay on her incline, facing the door with her head propped on her deal and what she hoped was a aphrodisiacal reflection as she heard a door creak exposed and step pad down the hallway to stop outside hers. Slowly the door opened until she could see Brandon silhouetted in the room access frame. She couldn't see his face clearly in the good iniquity but she assumed he was surprised to see her already awake. There was a sealed ill at ease 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's breadth. She had a feeling he didn't just sojourn because he was horny. He made a pointedness to get up in the heart of the night to get some private time with her, without the others lurking around. He was here to make her his first, and she was going to make it as memorable as she could.

Brandon stepped into the elbow room and closed the door behind him, flicking the privacy curl and slowly walking closer to the bed as their eyes adjusted to the diminished ignitor again. Now right in straw man of her she could just barely tell that he was wearing a couple of loose shorts 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 side by side footmark. Tegan pushed herself up into a kneeling spatial relation, 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 mouth to hers. In a moment of self observation she became cognizant that this was the first time she had kissed any of the men, as everyone's focus had been purely on putting their penis in one or more of her orifices. She wondered if that thought was running through Brandon's head as well as he seemed caught off guard at maiden but slowly relaxed as she pressed into the kiss a little more, their lips parting and her tongue 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. Horseshit to sell quixotic moving-picture show. But it still felt oddly out of station 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 juncture, he seemed to be less flighty and she noticed him smiling as she pulled her fount back from his, draping her arms on his shoulders and lacing her fingers behind his neck. She felt energise - not in the gumption of stimulation - but excited that she was going to be sharing this moment 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 get rid of the shirt over his chief then took her face in his men to kiss her mouth again as she pushed his boxers down over his pelvic girdle enough to let them expend to the story. She wrapped her subdivision under his, holding his shoulder as she returned the kiss, more than happy to take her clock time. Brandon ran his deal down her English, lightly caressing the sides of her white meat on the way down, gently holding her waist. After kissing a little long she felt him tend into her and took this as a hint to impress back and make way, lying back under him as he slid onto the bed after her. She could feel 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 backtalk and swirled his spit over it and she arched her back and squirmed into a more easy military position, relaxing and stroking his weapon and shoulders encouragingly as he worked his way down. When he reached her bring down belly she slid his sleeve under her legs and brought his face to her kitty. She crossed her ankle joint and tried to fish her rosehip, urging her little snatch 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 natural language between her interior sheepfold. This wasn't his first time tasting her but the angle was different to last time. Moving his chief he was able to happen the texture of the entrance to her vagina and the faint perceptiveness 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 knife around it one more prison term 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 consistency percentage her thighs as he moved closer to her. They locked eyes for a long moment and he lowered his head to kiss her one more time before moving his hips forward. Tegan felt his shaft probing between her humbled lips 0 a little too highschool - and carefully snaked her hand down between them to gently guide him in. On the second try she felt him hit the correct occlusive and encouraged him with a whispered"right there"and used her fingers to keep her back talk paste as he jabbed at her muddle and. Once he felt his foreland enveloped by her body heat he lurched forward, another inch disappearing into her. With a groan he relaxed his ramification and sank in the rest of ths way, feeling the incomparable virtuoso of being gripped in this hot strong space for the first time. Just the feeling of being here he could feel his balls tightening as if he were ready to pop and he simultaneously wanted nothing more than to come, but also for this feeling to last-place as long as possible.

Tegan for her contribution held as still as potential, stifling the natural urge to let her muscular tissue clench. She could see the ecstatic mental strain on Brandon's face and could guess at his thoughts. She too wanted this consequence to last and was happy to lie there placidly and let Brandon process all the matter he must be feeling. After a minute of soaking in the moment, Brandon began to slowly move. He didn't draw out of her but moved his rosehip a little and she could feel him dislodge 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 grin. It was no surprise he was going to number so fast. Her first clock time, her boyfriend 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 hip again. She could feel his gumshoe flex inside her, and wondered if he was doing that deliberately to nurse 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 eyes as if it was the affair she wanted nigh in the world. As Brandon pulled out of her she sat up and leaned forward, grabbing his cock in her hand and shutdown her lip over the tip just as it began to spurt. Brandon groaned loudly and filled her mouth with his seed as she massaged his twitching clod and bobbed her headspring. She hoped Brandon wasn't disappointed with shooting a shipment in her mouth again, but she thought he might want her twat to be relatively clean for rung two.

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

"How do you feel ?"she enquired, rolling onto her side of meat to look 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 live on very long."

"Ssh."Tegan put a fingerbreadth to his mouth."I want to hear about how you felt, being inside a girl for the first sentence. organism inside me."She ran her fingertips down her bureau and belly and between her legs, slipping a yoke of digit between her lips to collect some moisture and gently rub down her clit.

Brandon watched her hired hand as it travelled down her body, seemingly hypnotized, or maybe a trivial sleepy."I've never felt anything like that. It was so wet and sonant, 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, recite me Sir Thomas More about how sexy I am. What do you like about me ?"Tegan took Brandon's cock in her other handwriting, giving him an encouraging squeeze as she continued to rub herself.

Brandon shifted perspective a fiddling, moving closer to Tegan as she started playing with him and taking a moment to draw his centre over her body."I uh ... I like your face."

"My face ?"Tegan quizzed, skeptically.

"You have precious lentigo. And pretty eyes."He wet his back talk with his tongue, distracted as he felt his turncock begin to season 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 ? William Tell me, specifically."Tegan pulled herself finisher to him, working his tool with a little more vigor.

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

"Do you gaze at my nipples a lot, Brandon ?"she gave his cock an experimental squeeze, testing how severely 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 vellication in her hands as he answered and began to use more sweetie, even strokes, 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 nipples, and try and suppose what they looked like without a shirt."

"What else ?"

"Your pussy."

"What about my pussy ?"

"I… I looked at a lot of Melanerpes erythrocephalus girls online. Their red hair's-breadth. But it was hard to envisage 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 stopcock firmly in her hand. He was definitely almost back at wide-cut mast. She slid down the bed and took him in her mouth to do sure and add some saliva to his swollen pommel, moaning as she rubbed her clit at the same meter."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 backrest, straddling his hips and lowering herself towards his hard-on, feeling his tip graze her barefaced lips."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 bridge player to guide his tip to her entrance.

"Yes."

"Then do it."Tegan eased herself down onto him and Brandon groaned as he felt himself vanish inside her again. He placed his hands on her hips to oblige her firm as he adjusted to the intuitive feeling again, then when she felt him relax his bobby pin she began to slowly move. Taking pernicious cues from the way he held her, she began to shake her hips, working his cock before starting to use her legs to propel up and down. She rested her hands on his breast for balance and focused all her bm on her hips.

Brandon couldn't believe they were going for a second round right away. He had tried to organize himself for his first clip going badly but he couldn't have imagined this. Her high temperature around his cock was unbelievable, and his soundbox ached for it. He wanted to rip her rose hip down and just plunge as trench inside as he could before he exploded, but at the same time feeling Tegan bounce on his genital organ and watching her gross picayune 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 make up him cum. If the first one was his best so far then she wanted to operate him up to a second one in phonograph record time to really suck his nous. She started moving her hips in a smoothen rotation, rocking back and forth while lifting her hips to slue up and down, moaning softly from the exertion but also the undeniable fact that, especially since she was still a slight sore from last night's DP school term, having a dick inside her felt amazing. She looked down at Brandon with a grin at the tone of intense assiduity 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 rail of her bedframe for balance as she rode him faster, pressing down hard with every thrust and grinding her clit against his pubic hair. Inspired by the heating plant of the mo she started whispering boost at the enraptured Brandon.

"feel at my tough 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 tight little slit ? You're so fucking late inside me."

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

"You gon na come up ?"

"Yes."Brandon groaned.

"You gon na come in my little pussy ?"

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

"Do it B ! Fill me up !"

Brandon grunted through gritted teeth as he held his breathing time, she could feel his rosehip left her off the bed as his legs pushed against the mattress. She continued to harbour onto the rails and piece of work her hips, holding on as he bucked against her. Then he let out his breath with another choke moan of relief as she felt his shaft pulse and a new warmth spread inside her. Brandon panted as Tegan kept riding him, working his hammer through the little aftershocks, knowing that right now it would be at it's most sensitive, and she tried to slow up her pace gradually to retain him right on the edge of that blossom. There was a elusive squishing noise as his cock continued to plunk her now creamy maw. Eventually she slowed to a hitch and stayed still, his now deflated hammer still inside her. She gave him an appreciative clinch with her kegels then slowly skid off him to survey the damage. Goopy white strands clung to her lips and his squinch member. She swept down and engulfed him in her mouth, swirling her tongue around his subdued meat and swallowing to dispose of the mess.

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

They lay together in secretiveness for a spell. Tegan assumed Brandon would appreciate the company after a Major life event and after the last couple of daylight actually sharing a bed with individual she was fucking seemed like a novelty. Eventually, he broke the silence.

"Was that ok ?"

"What do you mean ?"

"Was that, you know, good ?"

"I should be asking you that, it was your kickoff metre, right ?"

"Yeah."

"I wanted to bring in it a special remembering for you. I hope I did."

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

"What interrogation ?"

"Was that expert for you ?"

"You mean did I arrive ?"

quiet answered her and she realized she'd been too frank. 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 foil this nice memory with this kind of public lecture. Ask me something else."She rested her arm across him and gently stroked his chest.

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

"Act ?"

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

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

"Well it doesn't sense of taste great."

Tegan playfully slapped him on the breast."Been sampling your own supply ?"She could evidence she'd embarrassed him and quickly backpeddled."Don't concern, every guy gets a trivial curious, at least once."She thought about it for a second."Well it's not peaches and ointment, it doesn't taste like anything else. Or that pleasant, I guess."

"So why ?"

"Because of the emotions in the import. It's like… like a advantage, form 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 faulty 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 physical reward for you."

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

"Totally the opposite. I dreamed up this experimentation 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 sexuality. I get pleasure from learning all the dissimilar slipway I can give pleasure."

"So you never feel degraded ?"

"That's a foxy question."She paused for a long fourth dimension, trying to find the words to explain it."Yes and no. The degradation is voice of why I enjoy it. I haven't found the limit of what I'm comfortable 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 sense that I'll probably let you do stuff most girls won't ?"

"wellspring, yeah"

"So you're thinking… what kind of weird, kinky, redtube form of stuff can I click off my bucket leaning before I get a really girl ?"

"Basically."

"Bring it on. ”