Tegan gradually drifted awake in a slender DoS of confusion. She opened her optic to see 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 lower half as she shifted her ramification around, a combination of reason but primarily the double penetration she'd had last night. Secondary to that were some bathroom impulse 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 provide the stopper out for now. She was too sore and she needed a break from it if only for a little while - whatever damage Angus Og wanted to extract from her for that, she would deal with later. She smirked as she thought about that tiny act of insurrection, a flyspeck thrill. She doubted he would like, really.

Her thoughts drifted back to last Night's unexpected ternary 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 early on to the point they had to act. As sore has she felt this morning she had no regrets. That was more like what she had expected when she put her offer to them. How a lot further could it step up ? What if Brandon decided to get Byzantine next - was a right gang bang the adjacent step ? She doubted it. Brandon was still pretty practically a virgin. She couldn't imagine him being well-heeled with that, at to the lowest degree not any time soon. thinking of Brandon, where was he net night ? She assumed he went to his way before the action mechanism started but there's no dubiety he would suffer heard them going at it in the support way. Given his inexperience and world-wide sensitiveness, she wondered how he would throw reacted to knowing she was being shared by the other two men at the like time.

She finished cleaning up in the bathroom, also cleansing her case 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 idea had that been ? Was fresh sheets some kind of kind gesture of appreciation ? It was weird, but she couldn't deny she felt more comfortable, really her canvass had been a bit delinquent. She curled up on her English and lay awake reflecting on everything. Her digital alert clock said it was just before 3am and she felt restless. Most of the finish few days had alternated between sex and sleep with little else in between. She'd been stocking up on rest expecting to experience intermission, but so far the guys had been just as knocked out as she had been. Presumably in a twosome of hours as the cat began to stir and get down their days they'd have hard-on they'd be expecting assistance with, one way or another, but she was having hassle drifting back off to sleep in the meantime.

Weirdly she didn't spirit that horny, which was usually the rationality she couldn't quietus. 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 interior fire for a spell. Just as she considered whether she would be adequate to of rubbing one out as a means to getting a couple to a greater extent minute sleep before starting her day she heard a brief, muffled burst of music from somewhere else in the house that blared for a few secondment before being disabled. Glancing at her alarm clock she saw it had just turned 3 so given the geometrical regularity assumed mortal had set an alarm clock and that was the alert going off. Someone setting an alarm system to come alive up, this betimes ? She doubted any of the bozo was planning to get up that too soon for any wholesome reasons, and anticipated a visit very soon, trying to guess who her witching hour wooer might be. She wondered how to pose herself. Should she sham to be gone, or not expecting fellowship ? She awkwardly pulled the sheet so it was just barely concealing her chest then lay on her slope, facing the door with her head propped on her bridge player and what she hoped was a aphrodisiacal verbal expression as she heard a door creak unfold and footsteps pad down the hallway to finish outside hers. Slowly the door opened until she could see Brandon silhouetted in the door skeletal frame. She couldn't see his case clearly in the penny-pinching darkness but she assumed he was surprised to rule her already awake. There was a sure unenviable tension in the air.

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

"What ? I mean. You have ?"

"Yeah. seed here."She pointed and beckoned to him with a curled finger. She had a tactile sensation he didn't just sojourn because he was horny. He made a point to get up in the middle of the night to have some private time with her, without the others lurking around. He was here to make her his commencement, and she was going to make it as memorable as she could.

Brandon stepped into the room and closed the room access behind him, flicking the concealment ringlet and slowly walking closer to the bed as their eyes adjusted to the decrease light again. Now right in front of her she could just barely tell that he was wearing a pair of loose boxershorts and one of his many oversize jersey for a dance band Tegan had never heard of. There was a recollective pause as he seemed hesitant or unsure of his next stair. Tegan pushed herself up into a kneeling stance, 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 minute of self musing she became mindful that this was the kickoff 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 chief as well as he seemed caught off sentry duty at first but slowly relaxed as she pressed into the kiss a little more, their brim parting and her tongue 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. crap to sell romantic moving-picture show. 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 case Brandon took it personally.

Thankfully on this affair, he seemed to be less flighty and she noticed him smiling as she pulled her font back from his, draping her arms on his shoulders and lacing her fingers behind his neck. She felt mad - not in the sense 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 fingers under his shirt, slowly peeling it off and kissing her way up his chest. He raised his arms to facilitate her remove the shirt over his head then took her fount in his handwriting to kiss her mouth again as she pushed his boxers down over his hips enough to let them leave out to the base. She wrapped her arms under his, holding his shoulders as she returned the buss, to a greater extent than happy to guide her time. Brandon ran his hands down her sides, lightly caressing the position of her bosom on the way down, gently holding her shank. After kissing a little longer she felt him lean into her and took this as a pinch to move back and make way, lying back under him as he slid onto the bed after her. She could feel his turncock brush her second joint as he moved in for another kiss, then he started kissing his way down her cervix, her clavicle and pectus. He captured one of her mamilla 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 shoulder encouragingly as he worked his way down. When he reached her lower belly she slid his weaponry under her legs and brought his face to her pussy. She crossed her ankles and tried to angle her pelvic girdle, urging her slight slit up towards his oral cavity as he began to poke into her with his tongue.

Brandon quickly found her clit, feeling it pounding under his clapper as he slid his tongue between her inner congregation. This wasn't his showtime prison term tasting her but the angle was dissimilar to last prison term. Moving his caput he was able to get hold the texture of the entree to her vagina and the shadowy taste of her juice as her body responded to his efforts. He slathered some of his spit around before returning to her clit and swirling his tongue around it one More fourth dimension 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 consistence part her thigh as he moved closer to her. They locked heart for a long moment and he lowered his head to buss her one more time before moving his hips forward. Tegan felt his shaft probing between her lower lips 0 a little too mellow - and carefully snaked her hand down between them to gently guide him in. On the second try she felt him hit the compensate stop and encouraged him with a whispered"right there"and used her fingers to keep her sassing spreadhead as he jabbed at her hole and. Once he felt his head enveloped by her organic structure warmth he lurched forward, another in disappearing into her. With a groan he relaxed his legs and sank in the rest of ths way, feeling the incomparable adept of being gripped in this hot warm space for the first fourth dimension. Just the spirit of being here he could find his glob tightening as if he were gear up to pop and he simultaneously wanted nothing more than to fall, but also for this spirit to final stage as long as possible.

Tegan for her part held as still as possible, stifling the innate impulse to let her muscleman clinch. She could see the enraptured strain on Brandon's expression and could estimate at his thoughts. She too wanted this consequence to last and was happy to lie there placidly and let Brandon march all the things he must be feeling. After a bit of soaking in the second, Brandon began to slowly move. He didn't draw out of her but moved his hips a niggling and she could feel him shift inside her slightly before abruptly stopping.

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

"It's ok."Whispered back with a smiling. It was no surprise he was going to make out so fast. Her first sentence, her boyfriend had basically pumped twice and then finished before getting all the way in. She wasn't going to let Brandon find embarrassed.

Brandon moved his hips again. She could palpate his dick flex inside her, and wondered if he was doing that deliberately to hold on as long as possible, which seemed confirmed by the importunity in his voice as he asked"Should I… ?"

"Put it in my oral fissure !"she urged softly, trying to give him cute pleading center as if it was the thing she wanted virtually 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 mouth with his seed as she massaged his twitching balls and bobbed her head. She hoped Brandon wasn't disappointed with shooting a incumbrance in her mouth again, but she thought he might desire her pussy to be relatively clean for round two.

As his orgasm gradually abated she swallowed the big taste and sucked the tip clean before taking a draft of urine from the bottleful on her nightstand to freshen up her mouth a lilliputian, then flopped back on her bed and patted the mattress next to her for Brandon to connect her.

"How do you sense ?"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 terminal very long."

"Ssh."Tegan put a finger to his lips."I want to hear about how you felt, being inside a young woman for the first base time. organism inside me."She ran her fingertips down her chest and belly and between her legs, slipping a span of digit between her lips to collect some moisture and gently massage her clit.

Brandon watched her hand as it travelled down her body, seemingly hypnotized, or maybe a little sleepy."I've never felt anything like that. It was so wet and soft, but close 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 cock in her other hand, giving him an encouraging squeeze as she continued to rub herself.

Brandon shifted posture a short, moving near to Tegan as she started playing with him and taking a moment to cast his middle over her consistence."I uh ... I like your face."

"My font ?"Tegan quizzed, skeptically.

"You have cute freckles. And pretty eyes."He wet his back talk with his knife, distracted as he felt his dick Menachem Begin to season 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 breast ? Tell me, specifically."Tegan pulled herself closer to him, working his dick with a little more vigor.

"They're so buoyant and wan. 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 pap a lot, Brandon ?"she gave his cock an experimental squeeze, testing how heavy 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 hitch off thinking about it ?"

"Yes."

Tegan felt his dick vellication in her hands as he answered and began to use more steady, even accident, 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 kitty-cat ?"

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

Tegan felt like she had teased Brandon enough, and grasped his cock firmly in her hand. He was definitely almost back at full mast. She slid down the bed and took him in her mouth to make indisputable and add some saliva to his swollen knob, moaning as she rubbed her clitoris at the same time."Did you ever think you'd get to screw it ?"

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

Tegan got up on her knees and pushed him onto his spine, straddling his pelvis and lowering herself towards his erection, feeling his tip graze her denudate rim."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 disappear inside her again. He placed his handwriting on her hips to adjudge her steady as he adjusted to the feeling again, then when she felt him untie his clutch she began to slowly travel. Taking elusive cue from the way he held her, she began to rock her hip joint, working his shaft before starting to use her legs to move up and down. She rested her hands on his chest of drawers for balance wheel and focused all her movement on her hips.

Brandon couldn't believe they were going for a second rung right away. He had tried to cook himself for his first time 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 overstretch her hips down and just plunge as rich interior as he could before he exploded, but at the same time feeling Tegan bounce on his crotch and watching her perfect fiddling breasts jiggle was something he never wanted to end.

Tegan gradually sped up as she rode Brandon. As very much fun as it was to ride him, what she really wanted was to make him cum. If the first one was his trump so far then she wanted to act him up to a second one in platter time to really blow his intellect. She started moving her hips in a politic rotation, rocking back and forth while lifting her articulatio coxae to slide up and down, moaning softly from the travail but also the undeniable fact that, especially since she was still a little sore from last Nox's DP sitting, having a pecker inside her felt amazing. She looked down at Brandon with a grin at the look of vivid concentration on his boldness. 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 residue as she rode him faster, pressing down hard with every thrust and grinding her clit against his pubic hair. Inspired by the warmth of the import she started whispering encouragement at the rapt Brandon.

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

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

"You like my tight little pussy ? You're so fucking late inside me."

"Uh-huh"Brandon repeated, a little More urging and desperation in his voice.

"You gon na issue forth ?"

"Yes."Brandon groaned.

"You gon na come in my little cunt ?"

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

"Do it B ! fill me up !"

Brandon grunted through gritted teeth as he held his breath, she could finger his pelvic girdle left her off the bed as his legs pushed against the mattress. She continued to hold up onto the rail and work her rosehip, holding on as he bucked against her. Then he let out his breathing time with another strangled moan of easing as she felt his peter pulse rate and a new warmth gap inside her. Brandon panted as Tegan kept riding him, working his dick through the lilliputian aftershocks, knowing that right now it would be at it's most sensitive, and she tried to slow down her pace gradually to keep him right on the border of that peak. There was a pernicious squishing noise as his peter continued to plunge her now creamy gob. Eventually she slowed to a stop and stayed still, his now deflated putz still inside her. She gave him an appreciative squeeze with her kegels then slowly slid off him to study the damage. Goopy ashen Strand clung to her lips and his shrinking member. She swept down and engulfed him in her mouth, swirling her tongue around his lenient marrow and swallowing to toss 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 pussy lips.

They lay together in muteness for a spell. Tegan assumed Brandon would apprize the society after a John Major life event and after the hold up couple 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, undecomposed ?"

"I should be asking you that, it was your world-class time, right ?"

"Yeah."

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

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

"What question ?"

"Was that honorable for you ?"

"You mean did I come ?"

quiet answered her and she realized she'd been too candid. 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 mar this nice memory with this variety 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 oral fissure or on your font. Or make clean it off me with your mouth. Stuff 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 tell she'd embarrassed him and quickly backpeddled."Don't worry, every guy gets a little queer, at least once."She thought about it for a mo."Well it's not peaches and cream, it doesn't taste like anything else. Or that pleasant, I guess."

"So why ?"

"Because of the emotions in the bit. 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 ill-timed way. I like you, if I didn't think you were a comme il faut guy I wouldn't be doing all this. But I think now it's more about the submissiveness. Instead of being an emotional reward for me, it's a forcible reward for you."

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

"Totally the opposition. 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 pleasure from learning all the different ways I can commit pleasure."

"So you never feel degraded ?"

"That's a cunning question."She paused for a farsighted clock time, trying to find the Good Book to explain it."Yes and no. The degradation is part of why I enjoy it. I haven't found the limitation of what I'm well-to-do with. The promote I get pushed the more I learn about myself."

"So where do you recollect 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 overgorge most daughter won't ?"

"Well, yeah"

"So you're thinking… what form of weird, kinky, redtube kind of stuff can I tick off my pail tilt before I get a veridical girlfriend ?"

"Basically."

"Bring it on. ”