Tegan gradually drifted awake in a slight state of confusion. She opened her eyes to find herself in her bed, which seemed to have been freshly made. She was still naked but between unclouded piece of paper. A twinge of pain sensation ran through her lower half as she shifted her legs around, a combination of reasons but primarily the doubled penetration she'd had last night. secondary coil to that were some bathroom urges 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 wipe she opted to entrust the plug out for now. She was too painful and she needed a break from it if only for a trivial while - whatever price Angus wanted to extract from her for that, she would handle with later. She smirked as she thought about that petite act of rebellion, a diminutive thrill. She doubted he would care, really.

Her thoughts drifted back to last night's unexpected deuce-ace 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 break of the day she had no regrets. That was more like what she had expected when she put her offering to them. How practically further could it escalate ? What if Brandon decided to get involved future - was a proper ring bang the next step ? She doubted it. Brandon was still pretty very much 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 room before the action at law started but there's no doubt he would have heard them going at it in the living way. reach his inexperience and general sensitivity, she wondered how he would cause 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 font from the dried tinder the guy wire had apparently decided not to deal with, and cleaned off the spark plug, taking it back to her elbow room with her and slipped back into her freshly made bed. Whose idea had that been ? Was fresh sheets some sort of kind motion of appreciation ? It was weird, but she couldn't deny she felt more well-off, really her sheets had been a bit overdue. She curled up on her side and lay awake reflecting on everything. Her digital alarm clock said it was just before 3am and she felt restless. Most of the lastly few daytime had alternated between sex and sleep with short else in between. She'd been stocking up on rest expecting to get pause, but so far the guys had been just as knocked out as she had been. Presumably in a couple of minute as the guy began to call down 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 sleep in the meantime.

Weirdly she didn't flavour that horny, which was usually the grounds she couldn't eternal sleep. 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 interior fire for a while. Just as she considered whether she would be adequate to of rubbing one out as a means to getting a couple more 60 minutes sleep before starting her day she heard a brief, muffled burst of euphony from somewhere 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 soul had set an alarm and that was the alert going off. someone setting an alarm to wake up, this early ? She doubted any of the guy cable was planning to get up that early for any wholesome reasons, and anticipated a visit very soon, trying to guess who her witching hour suitor might be. She wondered how to impersonate herself. Should she hazard to be asleep, or not expecting company ? She awkwardly pulled the sail so it was just barely concealing her chest then lay on her side of meat, facing the threshold with her straits propped on her hired hand and what she hoped was a sexy look as she heard a threshold creak out-of-doors and footsteps pad down the hallway to stop outside hers. Slowly the door opened until she could see Brandon silhouetted in the doorway material body. She couldn't see his face clearly in the draw near darkness but she assumed he was surprised to determine her already awake. There was a sure clumsy 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 wave digit. She had a feeling he didn't just sojourn because he was horny. He made a point to get up in the center of the dark to ingest some secret fourth dimension with her, without the others lurking around. He was here to relieve oneself her his first, 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 privacy ringlet and slowly walking closer to the bed as their eyes adjusted to the wasted light again. Now right in front of her she could just barely tell that he was wearing a twosome of slack boxers and one of his many oversized T-shirt for a band Tegan had never heard of. There was a long pause as he seemed hesitant or unsure of his next step. Tegan pushed herself up into a kneel position, her concealment falling away from her and leaving her nude sculpture. She reached out for him and taking him by the shirt pulled herself in close and pressed her lip to hers. In a moment of self reflection 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 Sir Thomas More of her orifices. She wondered if that thought 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 osculation, because they think it's more intimate than plain old sex. Horseshit to sell romanticistic 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 former, and she inadvertently giggled which she immediately regretted in lawsuit 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 shoulder joint and lacing her finger behind his neck. She felt emotional - not in the sense of foreplay - but excited that she was going to be sharing this moment with him. She ran her hands down his breast and hooked her fingers under his shirt, slowly peeling it off and kissing her way up his dresser. He raised his blazon to facilitate her get rid of the shirt over his head then took her face in his hands to kiss her mouth again as she pushed his boxers 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 osculation, more than happy to need her time. Brandon ran his mitt down her sides, lightly caressing the English of her breasts on the way down, gently holding her waistline. After kissing a footling longsighted she felt him lean into her and took this as a breath to displace back and make room, lying back under him as he slid onto the bed after her. She could sense his turncock brush her second joint 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 mammilla in his mouth and swirled his tongue over it and she arched her back and squirmed into a more comfortable 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 pegleg and brought his face to her pussycat. She crossed her ankles and tried to angle her hips, urging her little incision up towards his rima oris as he began to dig into her with his tongue.

Brandon quickly found her clit, feeling it pounding under his tongue as he slid his tongue between her privileged folds. This wasn't his for the first time time tasting her but the Angle was different to terminal time. Moving his oral sex he was able-bodied to find the texture of the entrance to her vagina and the faint tasting 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 tongue around it one more time before kissing his way up her body. This clip he kept his legs between hers as he moved closer to her and Tegan slowly let his organic structure character her second joint as he moved closer to her. They locked eyes for a long consequence and he lowered his head to kiss her one Sir Thomas More time before moving his articulatio coxae forward. Tegan felt his cock probing between her glower lips 0 a little too highschool - and carefully snaked her deal 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 lips spread as he jabbed at her hole and. Once he felt his head enveloped by her body warmness he lurched forward, another column inch disappearing into her. With a groan he relaxed his stage and sank in the remainder of ths way, feeling the uncomparable maven of being gripped in this hot warm place for the first-class honours degree fourth dimension. Just the feeling of being here he could palpate his balls tightening as if he were set up to pop and he simultaneously wanted zippo more than to add up, but also for this feeling to last as long as possible.

Tegan for her part held as still as potential, stifling the born impulse to let her muscles clench. She could see the ecstatic form on Brandon's aspect and could guess at his thoughts. She too wanted this moment to last and was felicitous to lie there placidly and let Brandon work all the thing he must be feeling. After a minute of soaking in the moment, Brandon began to slowly incite. He didn't draw out of her but moved his pelvic arch a fiddling and she could find him careen 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 grinning. It was no surprise he was going to issue forth so fast. Her first gear fourth dimension, 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 hips again. She could palpate his dick flex inside her, and wondered if he was doing that deliberately to entertain on as long as possible, which seemed confirmed by the urgency in his representative as he asked"Should I… ?"

"Put it in my oral fissure !"she urged softly, trying to give him cunning pleading eyes as if it was the affair she wanted most in the world. As Brandon pulled out of her she sat up and leaned forward, grabbing his cock in her hired hand and closing her mouth over the tip just as it began to spirt. Brandon groaned loudly and filled her mouth with his seed as she massaged his twitch Ball and bobbed her promontory. She hoped Brandon wasn't disappointed with shooting a encumbrance in her rima oris again, but she thought he might want her cunt to be relatively strip for unit of ammunition two.

As his orgasm 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 freshen up her oral fissure a small, then flopped back on her bed and patted the mattress next to her for Brandon to connect 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 hardest 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 fille for the first time. organism 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 hand as it travelled down her eubstance, seemingly hypnotized, or maybe a little sleepy."I've never felt anything like that. It was so wet and soft, but fuddled 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 aphrodisiacal you are."

"Ooh, narrate me Thomas More about how aphrodisiacal I am. What do you like about me ?"Tegan took Brandon's cock in her other hand, giving him an encouraging squeezing as she continued to rub herself.

Brandon shifted location a lilliputian, moving cheeseparing to Tegan as she started playing with him and taking a minute to cast his centre over her eubstance."I uh ... I like your face."

"My face ?"Tegan quizzed, skeptically.

"You have cute freckle. And pretty eyes."He wet his rim with his tongue, distracted as he felt his cock Menachem Begin to harden in Tegan's bridge player. 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 mammilla ? Tell me, specifically."Tegan pulled herself closer to him, working his dick 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 cold I can see them clearly through your shirts."

"Do you stare at my nipples a lot, Brandon ?"she gave his shaft an experimental clinch, testing how punishing 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 flick off thinking about it ?"

"Yes."

Tegan felt his prick twitch in her hands as he answered and began to use Sir Thomas More unfaltering, even stroke, wanting to celebrate 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 imagine 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 whisker. 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 very thing as much."

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

Tegan felt like she had teased Brandon enough, and grasped his cock firmly in her hand. He was definitely almost back at wide mast. She slid down the bed and took him in her mouthpiece to make water sure enough and add some saliva to his conceited pommel, moaning as she rubbed her clit at the same 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 human knee and pushed him onto his back, straddling his rosehip and lowering herself towards his hard-on, feeling his tip graze her bald lips."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 manoeuvre 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 mitt on her hips to take for her unwavering as he adjusted to the feeling again, then when she felt him tease apart his grip she began to slowly affect. Taking subtle cues from the way he held her, she began to rock her rose hip, working his shaft before starting to use her pegleg to prompt up and down. She rested her hands on his pectus for Libra the Scales and focused all her movement on her hips.

Brandon couldn't believe they were going for a s beat right away. He had tried to get up himself for his first sentence going badly but he couldn't have imagined this. Her heat around his putz was unbelievable, and his body ached for it. He wanted to get out her hip joint down and just dip as deep inside as he could before he exploded, but at the Saame time feeling Tegan bounciness on his genital organ and watching her perfect small tit joggle was something he never wanted to end.

Tegan gradually sped up as she rode Brandon. As much fun as it was to depend on him, what she really wanted was to make him cum. If the commencement one was his in force so far then she wanted to work him up to a 2nd one in criminal record time to really bluster his judgment. She started moving her hips in a liquid rotation, rocking back and Forth while lifting her hips to slip up and down, moaning softly from the travail but also the undeniable fact that, especially since she was still a footling sore from final night's DP session, having a cock inside her felt amazing. She looked down at Brandon with a grinning at the expression of intense assiduousness on his expression. She knew he had to be getting close again and was going to forge it as hard as she could. She leaned forward and gripped the railing of her bedframe for balance as she rode him faster, pressing down hard with every drive and grinding her clit against his pubic hair. Inspired by the heat of the moment she started whispering encouragement at the rapturous Brandon.

"look at my backbreaking 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 piffling twat ? 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 come up ?"

"Yes."Brandon groaned.

"You gon na come in my picayune pussy ?"

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

"Do it B ! Fill me up !"

Brandon grunted through gritted teeth as he held his breathing spell, she could feel his hip joint left her off the bed as his ramification pushed against the mattress. She continued to entertain onto the rails and oeuvre her rosehip, holding on as he bucked against her. Then he let out his breathing spell with another strangled groan of relief as she felt his shaft pulse and a new warmth spread inside her. Brandon panted as Tegan kept riding him, working his turncock 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 keep him right on the bound of that peak. There was a subtle squishing noise as his peter continued to plunge her now creamy hollow. Eventually she slowed to a stop and stayed still, his now deflated cock still inside her. She gave him an appreciative liquidity crisis with her kegels then slowly slide off him to survey the impairment. Goopy white strands clung to her lip and his shrinking member. She swept down and engulfed him in her mouth, swirling her clapper around his soft core and swallowing to dispose of the mess.

That taken aid of she curled up on the bed succeeding to him and snuggled against his position, felicitous to lie there feeling nearly of his ejaculate squishing inside her and drying on her snatch lips.

They lay together in muteness for a piece. Tegan assumed Brandon would appreciate the caller after a major life case and after the survive yoke 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 imply ?"

"Was that, you know, good ?"

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

"Yeah."

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

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

"What question ?"

"Was that full for you ?"

"You mean did I come ?"

Silence 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 coming, especially if I'm doing it all the time."

There was another silence.

"Let's not queer this courteous 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 moment 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 mouth. Stuff like that."

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

"Well it doesn't taste great."

Tegan playfully slapped him on the dresser."Been sampling your own supply ?"She could recite she'd embarrassed him and quickly backpeddled."Don't worry, every guy gets a little peculiar, at to the lowest degree once."She thought about it for a moment."Well it's not peaches and ointment, it doesn't mouthful like anything else. Or that pleasant, I guess."

"So why ?"

"Because of the emotions in the moment. It's like… like a wages, kind of. With my concluding beau 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 incorrect 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 excited reward for me, it's a strong-arm reward for you."

"Does that have in mind 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 service you, I'm also kind of empowering myself and exploring my sex. I get pleasure from learning all the unlike ways I can give pleasure."

"So you never feel degraded ?"

"That's a tricky question."She paused for a long time, trying to determine the Good Book to explain it."Yes and no. The degradation is region 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 recall your demarcation line 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 fille won't ?"

"Well, yeah"

"So you're thinking… what kind of Wyrd, kinky, redtube sort of stuff can I tick off my bucket tilt before I get a really girl ?"

"Basically."

"Bring it on. ”