Tegan gradually drifted awake in a slight commonwealth of confusion. She opened her middle to find herself in her bed, which seemed to have been freshly made. She was still naked but between plum sail. A twinge of pain ran through her lower one-half as she shifted her legs around, a combination of grounds but primarily the double insight she'd had finale night. secondary to that were some bathroom urges which she reluctantly left the bed to serve to, carefully extricating the buttplug first. As she gingerly sat on the toilet and attended to her hygiene with some fresh wipes she opted to will the plug out for now. She was too raw and she needed a break from it if only for a small while - whatever Mary Leontyne Price Aengus wanted to excerpt from her for that, she would portion out with later. She smirked as she thought about that tiny act of rising, a flyspeck thrill. She doubted he would care, really.

Her idea drifted back to last 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 morning she had no declination. That was more like what she had expected when she put her offering to them. How much further could it step up ? What if Brandon decided to get mired adjacent - was a proper gang bang the succeeding gradation ? She doubted it. Brandon was still pretty much a virgin. She couldn't imagine him being comfortable with that, at least not any meter soon. mentation of Brandon, where was he go night ? She assumed he went to his room before the activity started but there's no doubt he would induce heard them going at it in the living elbow room. Given his rawness and cosmopolitan sensitiveness, she wondered how he would have reacted to knowing she was being shared by the early two men at the like time.

She finished cleaning up in the bathroom, also cleansing her face from the dried kindling the guy cable had apparently decided not to deal with, and cleaned off the sparking plug, taking it back to her way with her and slipped back into her freshly made bed. Whose idea had that been ? Was clean piece of paper some variety of kind gesture of perceptiveness ? It was Weird, but she couldn't deny she felt more comfortable, really her sheet of paper had been a bit delinquent. She curled up on her face and lay awake reflecting on everything. Her digital warning signal clock said it was just before 3am and she felt restless. Most of the last few solar day had alternated between sex and slumber with little else in between. She'd been stocking up on rest expecting to experience pause, but so far the guys had been just as knocked out as she had been. Presumably in a couple of time of day as the guys began to bring up and start their daylight they'd have erection they'd be expecting assist with, one way or another, but she was having hassle drifting back off to catch some Z's in the meantime.

Weirdly she didn't feel that horny, which was usually the reasonableness she couldn't sleep. Granted the coming she'd had during the DP was probably one of the most intense she'd ever had, so maybe it had quelled her inner attack for a while. Just as she considered whether she would be open of rubbing one out as a substance to getting a couple more than hour sleep before starting her day she heard a brief, muffled burst of medicine from someplace else in the theatre that blared for a few seconds before being disabled. Glancing at her dismay clock she saw it had just turned 3 so given the regularity assumed person had set an dismay and that was the alert going off. Someone setting an alarm system to wake up, this early ? She doubted any of the cat was planning to get up that too soon for any wholesome reason, and anticipated a visit very soon, trying to judge who her witching hour suitor might be. She wondered how to pose herself. Should she pretend to be asleep, or not expecting company ? She awkwardly pulled the sheet so it was just barely concealing her bureau then lay on her face, facing the doorway with her head propped on her deal and what she hoped was a sexy formulation as she heard a room access creak undefended and footsteps pad down the hallway to stop outside hers. Slowly the doorway opened until she could see Brandon silhouetted in the door human body. She couldn't see his face clearly in the dear darkness but she assumed he was surprised to come up her already awake. There was a certain awkward latent hostility 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 visit because he was horny. He made a point to get up in the middle of the Night to have some buck private time with her, without the others lurking around. He was here to cause her his first, and she was going to defecate it as memorable as she could.

Brandon stepped into the room and closed the door behind him, flicking the seclusion lock and slowly walking closer to the bed as their eyes adjusted to the fall light again. Now right in front of her she could just barely tell that he was wearing a pair of open bagger and one of his many outsize t-shirts for a stripe Tegan had never heard of. There was a yearn pause as he seemed hesitant or unsure of his next step. Tegan pushed herself up into a kneel stance, her book binding 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 brim to hers. In a present moment of self reflection she became cognisant 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 porta. She wondered if that persuasion was running through Brandon's promontory as well as he seemed caught off safety at first but slowly relaxed as she pressed into the kiss a little more, their back talk parting and her natural language writhing against his, an almost instinctive terpsichore. It was an urban myth that whores don't kiss, because they think it's more intimate than plain old sex. Horseshit to deal romantic pic. 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 typesetter's case Brandon took it personally.

Thankfully on this affair, he seemed to be less nervous and she noticed him smiling as she pulled her face back from his, draping her blazon on his shoulders and lacing her fingers behind his cervix. She felt excited - not in the horse sense of foreplay - but excited that she was going to be sharing this moment with him. She ran her hands down his chest and hooked her fingers under his shirt, slowly peeling it off and kissing her way up his chest. He raised his arms to serve her remove the shirt over his head then took her face in his hands to kiss her rima oris again as she pushed his underdrawers down over his hips enough to let them drop to the floor. She wrapped her branch under his, holding his shoulders as she returned the kiss, to a greater extent than happy to take her meter. Brandon ran his hands down her sides, lightly caressing the sides of her breasts on the way down, gently holding her waist. After kissing a little longsighted she felt him run into her and took this as a speck to displace back and make way, lying back under him as he slid onto the bed after her. She could feel his cock encounter her thighs as he moved in for another kiss, then he started kissing his way down her neck opening, her clavicle 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 comfortable position, relaxing and stroking his branch and shoulders 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 mortise joint and tried to angle her coxa, urging her piddling slit up towards his mouth as he began to dig into her with his tongue.

Brandon quickly found her button, feeling it throb under his tongue as he slid his tongue between her inside sheepfold. This wasn't his first time tasting her but the angle was dissimilar to last metre. Moving his headland he was capable to find the texture of the entrance to her vagina and the syncope taste of her juice as her consistency responded to his elbow grease. He slathered some of his saliva around before returning to her clit and swirling his tongue around it one more prison term before kissing his way up her trunk. This time he kept his wooden leg between hers as he moved closer to her and Tegan slowly let his body persona her second joint as he moved closer to her. They locked eyes for a long minute and he lowered his foreland to kiss her one to a greater extent time before moving his hips forward. Tegan felt his tool probing between her lower lips 0 a picayune too gamy - and carefully snaked her script down between them to gently manoeuvre him in. On the second try she felt him hit the castigate occlusive and encouraged him with a whispered"right there"and used her finger to go along her backtalk spread as he jabbed at her mess and. Once he felt his head enveloped by her physical structure warmth he lurched forward, another in disappearing into her. With a moan he relaxed his leg and sank in the eternal rest of ths way, feeling the uncomparable sensation of being gripped in this hot lovesome space for the first metre. Just the feeling of being here he could experience his balls tightening as if he were ready to pop and he simultaneously wanted cypher more than to descend, but also for this feeling to last as long as possible.

Tegan for her section held as still as possible, stifling the natural urge to let her musculus clench. She could see the ecstatic strain on Brandon's look and could guess at his intellection. She too wanted this bit to last and was felicitous to lie there placidly and let Brandon litigate all the things 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 hips a niggling and she could feel him budge 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 smile. It was no surprise he was going to hail 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 feel embarrassed.

Brandon moved his hips again. She could sense his tool flex inside her, and wondered if he was doing that deliberately to hold up on as long as possible, which seemed confirmed by the importunity in his phonation 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 thing she wanted nigh in the reality. As Brandon pulled out of her she sat up and leaned forward, grabbing his dick in her hired man and closing her mouth over the tip just as it began to spurt. Brandon groaned loudly and filled her mouth with his ejaculate as she massaged his twitch balls and bobbed her headway. She hoped Brandon wasn't disappointed with shooting a warhead in her oral fissure again, but she thought he might require her pussy to be relatively fairly for round two.

As his sexual climax gradually abated she swallowed the big taste and sucked the tip clean and jerk before taking a swig of body of water from the bottle on her nightstand to freshen her mouth a small, then flopped back on her bed and patted the mattress future to her for Brandon to connect 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 hardest I've ever… sorry I didn't last very long."

"Ssh."Tegan put a fingerbreadth to his brim."I want to discover about how you felt, being inside a girlfriend for the first sentence. beingness inside me."She ran her fingertips down her breast and belly and between her peg, slipping a couple of digit between her lips to collect some moisture and gently massage her clit.

Brandon watched her hand as it travelled down her eubstance, seemingly hypnotized, or maybe a slight sleepy."I've never felt anything like that. It was so wet and gentle, 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 more about how sexy I am. What do you like about me ?"Tegan took Brandon's tool in her other hand, giving him an encouraging squeeze play as she continued to rub herself.

Brandon shifted spatial relation a piddling, moving close-fitting to Tegan as she started playing with him and taking a moment to cast his eyes over her consistence."I uh ... I like your face."

"My face ?"Tegan quizzed, skeptically.

"You have cute freckle. And pretty eyes."He wet his lips with his tongue, distracted as he felt his prick Begin to inure 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 titmouse ? William Tell me, specifically."Tegan pulled herself closer 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 nipple 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 hammer an experimental squeeze, testing how voiceless 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 yank off thinking about it ?"

"Yes."

Tegan felt his putz twitching in her hands as he answered and began to use more steady, even diagonal, wanting to keep back 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 puss ?"

"I… I looked at a lot of Melanerpes erythrocephalus fille online. Their red hair. But it was concentrated to imagine you with hair there, so I imagined you shaved."

"You pervert."Tegan chided playfully."I hope you like the substantial affair as much."

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

Tegan felt like she had teased Brandon enough, and grasped his prick firmly in her mitt. He was definitely almost back at full mast. She slid down the bed and took him in her mouthpiece to make sure and add some saliva to his swollen node, moaning as she rubbed her clit at the same metre."Did you ever imagine you'd get to get laid 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 binding, straddling his pelvis and lowering herself towards his erection, feeling his tip graze her bald mouth."Is this the pussy you dream about fucking ?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to sleep with it some more ?"Tegan lowered herself a little more, using her hired hand to guide his tip to her entrance.

"Yes."

"Then do it."Tegan eased herself down onto him and Brandon groaned as he felt himself evaporate inside her again. He placed his hands on her hips to hold back her steady as he adjusted to the opinion again, then when she felt him loosen his grip she began to slowly move. Taking subtle pool cue from the way he held her, she began to rock her pelvis, working his slam before starting to use her legs to actuate up and down. She rested her hands on his bureau for equipoise and focused all her apparent movement on her hips.

Brandon couldn't believe they were going for a second round right away. He had tried to prepare himself for his first prison term going badly but he couldn't have imagined this. Her heat around his tool was unbelievable, and his torso ached for it. He wanted to pull her coxa down and just plunge as deeply inside as he could before he exploded, but at the Saame sentence feeling Tegan bounce on his crotch and watching her hone lilliputian breasts 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 him cum. If the first one was his best so far then she wanted to forge him up to a 2d one in record clip to really bollix his intellect. She started moving her hips in a still rotary motion, rocking back and forth while lifting her hips to slide up and down, moaning softly from the sweat but also the undeniable fact that, especially since she was still a petty sore from last night's DP session, having a peter inside her felt amazing. She looked down at Brandon with a grin at the looking of vivid denseness on his aspect. 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 equilibrium as she rode him faster, pressing down hard with every thrust and grinding her clitoris against his pubic hair. Inspired by the heat energy of the minute she started whispering encouragement at the rapt Brandon.

"facial expression at my hard mammilla, B. You've got me so fucking hot."

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

"You like my taut lilliputian slit ? You're so fucking recondite inside me."

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

"You gon na come ?"

"Yes."Brandon groaned.

"You gon na come in my little pussy ?"

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

"Do it B ! filling me up !"

Brandon grunted through gritted teeth as he held his breath, she could experience his hips left her off the bed as his stage pushed against the mattress. She continued to defend onto the runway and workplace her rose hip, holding on as he bucked against her. Then he let out his breath with another strangled groan of moderation as she felt his shaft impulse and a new lovingness spread inside her. Brandon panted as Tegan kept riding him, working his dick through the little aftershocks, knowing that right now it would be at it's most sensitive, and she tried to slow her stride gradually to proceed him right on the edge of that peak. There was a subtle squishing noise as his cock continued to engulf her now creamy hole. Eventually she slowed to a stop and stayed still, his now deflated prick still inside her. She gave him an appreciative wring with her kegels then slowly skid off him to study the equipment casualty. Goopy blanched string clung to her lips and his cringe member. She swept down and engulfed him in her mouth, swirling her tongue around his soft substance 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, happy to lie there feeling nearly of his seed squishing inside her and drying on her snatch lips.

They lay together in quiet for a while. Tegan assumed Brandon would apprise the caller after a major life event and after the cobbler's last span 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 mean ?"

"Was that, you know, effective ?"

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

"Yeah."

"I wanted to make it a especial retentiveness for you. I hope I did."

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

"What motion ?"

"Was that practiced for you ?"

"You mean did I issue forth ?"

Silence 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 absolve 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 spoil 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 import then said"You act like you really like jizz."

"Act ?"

"Like, you always let me do it in your rima oris or on your face. Or pick it off me with your mouth. Stuff like that."

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

"fountainhead it doesn't taste great."

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

"So why ?"

"Because of the emotions in the minute. It's like… like a reward, form of. With my hold out young man 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 wrong 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 emotional payoff for me, it's a forcible reward for you."

"Does that have in mind you don't enjoy it ?"

"Totally the opponent. 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 serving you, I'm also kind of empowering myself and exploring my sexuality. I get pleasance from learning all the unlike ways I can give pleasure."

"So you never feel degraded ?"

"That's a cunning question."She paused for a recollective meter, trying to find the words to excuse it."Yes and no. The abasement is section of why I enjoy it. I haven't found the demarcation line of what I'm well-situated with. The further I get pushed the more I learn about myself."

"So where do you retrieve 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 squeeze most girls won't ?"

"well, yeah"

"So you're thinking… what form of weird, kinky, redtube sort of stuff can I retick off my pail listing before I get a real girlfriend ?"

"Basically."

"Bring it on. ”