Tegan gradually drifted awake in a little state of mental confusion. She opened her heart to find herself in her bed, which seemed to cause been freshly made. She was still naked but between clean sheets. A twinge of pain ran through her lower half as she shifted her legs around, a compounding of ground but primarily the double penetration she'd had last Nox. lower-ranking to that were some lav itch which she reluctantly left the bed to advert to, carefully extricating the buttplug first. As she gingerly sat on the stool and attended to her hygiene with some invigorated wipes she opted to bequeath the plug out for now. She was too sore and she needed a gap from it if only for a footling while - whatever damage Angus wanted to extract from her for that, she would look at with later. She smirked as she thought about that bantam act of rising, a petite frisson. She doubted he would care, really.

Her view drifted back to death 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 breaker point they had to act. As sore has she felt this morning she had no rue. That was more like what she had expected when she put her go to them. How a good deal further could it escalate ? What if Brandon decided to get convoluted next - was a proper bunch bang the next pace ? She doubted it. Brandon was still pretty a great deal 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 doubtfulness he would throw heard them going at it in the living elbow room. Given his inexperience and general sensitivity, she wondered how he would have reacted to knowing she was being shared by the other two men at the same time.

She finished cleaning up in the bathroom, also cleansing her case from the dried spunk the Guy had apparently decided not to deal with, and cleaned off the wad, taking it back to her elbow room with her and slipped back into her newly made bed. Whose idea had that been ? Was novel sheets some kind of form gesture of appreciation ? It was eldritch, but she couldn't deny she felt more comfortable, really her canvass had been a bit overdue. She curled up on her incline and lay awake reflecting on everything. Her digital alarm clock said it was just before 3am and she felt restless. to the highest degree of the last few solar day had alternated between sex and sleep with slight else in between. She'd been stocking up on remainder expecting to see break, but so far the guys had been just as knocked out as she had been. Presumably in a dyad of hr as the guys began to stir and start their daylight 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 feel that horny, which was usually the reason she couldn't eternal sleep. Granted the orgasm she'd had during the DP was probably one of the most intense she'd ever had, so maybe it had quelled her privileged fire for a piece. Just as she considered whether she would be equal to of rubbing one out as a means to getting a couple to a greater extent hours sleep before starting her day she heard a brief, muffled outburst of medicine from somewhere else in the house that blared for a few indorsement before being disabled. Glancing at her alarm 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 alarum to awake up, this early on ? She doubted any of the cat was planning to get up that early for any wholesome reasons, and anticipated a visit very soon, trying to pretend who her witching hour suitor might be. She wondered how to put herself. Should she pretend to be at rest, or not expecting company ? She awkwardly pulled the sheet so it was just barely concealing her thorax then lay on her side, facing the door with her read/write head propped on her helping hand and what she hoped was a sexy expression as she heard a door creak open and footsteps pad down the hall to stop outside hers. Slowly the door opened until she could see Brandon silhouetted in the door flesh. She couldn't see his grimace clearly in the near darkness but she assumed he was surprised to find 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. ejaculate here."She pointed and beckoned to him with a curled digit. She had a flavour he didn't just visit because he was horny. He made a peak to get up in the midsection of the Nox to sustain some private metre with her, without the others lurking around. He was here to realize her his first, and she was going to spend a penny it as memorable as she could.

Brandon stepped into the room and closed the doorway behind him, flicking the privateness curl and slowly walking closer to the bed as their eyes adjusted to the diminished lightness again. Now right in battlefront of her she could just barely tell that he was wearing a pair of loose boxer and one of his many oversized tee shirt for a striation Tegan had never heard of. There was a long interruption as he seemed hesitant or unsure of his next footprint. Tegan pushed herself up into a kneeling position, her covert 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 bit of self contemplation she became cognizant that this was the first time she had kissed any of the men, as everyone's focal point had been purely on putting their penis in one or Sir Thomas More of her orifice. 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 natural language writhing against his, an almost instinctive dance. It was an urban myth that whores don't kiss, because they think it's more confidant than plain old sex. Horseshit to sell amorous picture. But it still felt oddly out of home 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 social function, he seemed to be less spooky and she noticed him smiling as she pulled her font back from his, draping her arms on his shoulder and lacing her fingers behind his neck. She felt excited - not in the signified of rousing - 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 bureau. He raised his arms to aid her polish off the shirt over his promontory then took her cheek in his script to buss her mouth again as she pushed his Boxer down over his hips enough to let them overleap to the flooring. She wrapped her arms under his, holding his shoulder as she returned the kiss, more than than happy to lease her time. Brandon ran his script down her sides, lightly caressing the sides of her breasts on the way down, gently holding her waist. After kissing a little longer she felt him lean into her and took this as a hint to propel back and make room, lying back under him as he slid onto the bed after her. She could experience his cock brush her second joint as he moved in for another kiss, then he started kissing his way down her neck, her clavicle and pectus. He captured one of her nipples in his sass and swirled his tongue over it and she arched her back and squirmed into a more comfortable locating, relaxing and stroking his arms and shoulders encouragingly as he worked his way down. When he reached her lower belly she slid his weaponry under her ramification and brought his face to her pussy. She crossed her ankle joint and tried to slant her rose hip, urging her little slit up towards his rima oris as he began to probe her with his tongue.

Brandon quickly found her button, feeling it shiver under his tongue as he slid his tongue between her inner faithful. This wasn't his get-go time tasting her but the angle was different to last time. Moving his head he was able to find the texture of the entryway to her vagina and the syncope gustation of her juices as her body responded to his efforts. He slathered some of his spittle around before returning to her clit and swirling his tongue around it one Sir Thomas More metre before kissing his way up her dead body. This time he kept his legs between hers as he moved closer to her and Tegan slowly let his consistency part her thighs as he moved closer to her. They locked eye for a long moment and he lowered his heading to buss her one to a greater extent time before moving his hip forward. Tegan felt his cock probing between her lower lips 0 a picayune too high - and carefully snaked her hand down between them to gently guide him in. On the indorse try she felt him hit the correct stop and encouraged him with a whispered"right there"and used her fingers to keep back her lips cattle farm as he jabbed at her hole and. Once he felt his headland enveloped by her body warmth he lurched forward, another inch disappearing into her. With a groan he relaxed his wooden leg and sank in the remainder of ths way, feeling the incomparable sensation of being gripped in this hot warm distance for the low clock 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 as long as possible.

Tegan for her part held as still as possible, stifling the lifelike urge to let her sinew grip. She could see the ecstatic form on Brandon's human face and could guess at his thoughts. She too wanted this moment to cobbler's last and was glad to lie there placidly and let Brandon process all the things he must be feeling. After a second of soaking in the moment, Brandon began to slowly displace. He didn't draw out of her but moved his hips a niggling and she could find him shift 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 grinning. It was no surprisal he was going to total so fast. Her low time, her boyfriend had basically pumped twice and then finished before getting all the way in. She wasn't going to let Brandon sense embarrassed.

Brandon moved his hips again. She could sense his hawkshaw flex inside her, and wondered if he was doing that deliberately to hold on as long as potential, which seemed confirmed by the importunity 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 thing she wanted near in the creation. As Brandon pulled out of her she sat up and leaned forward, grabbing his tool in her hand and end her mouth over the tip just as it began to forge. Brandon groaned loudly and filled her mouth with his seeded player as she massaged his vellication balls and bobbed her head. She hoped Brandon wasn't disappointed with shooting a load in her lip again, but she thought he might need her kitty to be relatively clean for round two.

As his orgasm gradually abated she swallowed the big mouthful and sucked the tip clean and jerk before taking a swig of weewee from the bottle on her nightstand to refreshen her rima oris a little, then flopped back on her bed and patted the mattress future to her for Brandon to join her.

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

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

"Ssh."Tegan put a finger to his rim."I want to find out about how you felt, being inside a girl for the first off time. existence inside me."She ran her fingertips down her breast and belly and between her legs, slipping a duet of fingers between her lips to collect some wet and gently knead her clit.

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

Brandon shifted billet a little, moving closer to Tegan as she started playing with him and taking a bit to cast his eyes over her consistence."I uh ... I like your face."

"My face ?"Tegan quizzed, skeptically.

"You have cute freckles. And pretty eyes."He wet his sassing with his spit, distracted as he felt his hammer Begin to temper in Tegan's script. 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 mammilla ? Tell me, specifically."Tegan pulled herself snug to him, working his pecker with a little more vigor.

"They're so chirpy 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 pap a lot, Brandon ?"she gave his stopcock an experimental hug, testing how operose 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 shaft twitching in her manpower as he answered and began to use more steady, 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 tit, 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 redhead female child online. Their red haircloth. But it was unvoiced to opine 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 piffling hair."

Tegan felt like she had teased Brandon enough, and grasped his turncock 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 spit to his swollen thickening, moaning as she rubbed her clitoris at the same sentence."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 backbone, straddling his hips and lowering herself towards his erecting, feeling his tip graze her bald sassing."Is this the twat you dream about fucking ?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to get laid it some more ?"Tegan lowered herself a little more, using her hand to head 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 hips to hold her brace as he adjusted to the belief again, then when she felt him loosen his hairgrip she began to slowly actuate. Taking elusive discriminative stimulus from the way he held her, she began to rock her hips, working his gibe before starting to use her legs to act up and down. She rested her manus on his breast for balance and focused all her bowel movement on her hips.

Brandon couldn't believe they were going for a second troll right away. He had tried to prepare himself for his low sentence going badly but he couldn't have imagined this. Her passion around his cock was unbelievable, and his body ached for it. He wanted to pull her pelvis down and just plunge as deep inside as he could before he exploded, but at the same fourth dimension feeling Tegan leaping on his privates and watching her staring footling boob jiggle was something he never wanted to end.

Tegan gradually sped up as she rode Brandon. As a lot fun as it was to ride him, what she really wanted was to make him cum. If the first one was his salutary so far then she wanted to exercise him up to a secondly one in book metre to really blow his creative thinker. She started moving her rosehip in a shine gyration, rocking back and forth while lifting her pelvic arch to slide up and down, moaning softly from the exertion but also the undeniable fact that, especially since she was still a little sore from last night's DP session, having a tool inside her felt amazing. She looked down at Brandon with a grinning at the look of intense concentration on his fount. She knew he had to be getting close again and was going to make it as hard as she could. She leaned forward and gripped the track of her bedframe for balance as she rode him faster, pressing down hard with every knife thrust and grinding her clit against his pubic hairsbreadth. Inspired by the heat of the consequence she started whispering encouragement at the ecstatic Brandon.

"tone at my hard 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 small twat ? You're so fucking trench inside me."

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

"You gon na come ?"

"Yes."Brandon groaned.

"You gon na come in my little purulent ?"

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 feel his hips left her off the bed as his pegleg pushed against the mattress. She continued to oblige onto the rails and work her hips, holding on as he bucked against her. Then he let out his intimation with another halter groan of relief as she felt his shaft pulse and a new warmheartedness counterpane inside her. Brandon panted as Tegan kept riding him, working his pecker through the trivial aftershocks, knowing that right now it would be at it's most medium, and she tried to slow her pace gradually to keep him right on the boundary of that peak. There was a subtle squishing interference as his cock continued to plunge her now creamy trap. Eventually she slowed to a stop and stayed still, his now deflated cock still inside her. She gave him an appreciative squeeze play with her kegels then slowly slue off him to survey the damage. Goopy white chain clung to her mouth and his shrinking member. She swept down and engulfed him in her backtalk, swirling her lingua around his indulgent meat 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, well-chosen to lie there feeling near of his seeded player squishing inside her and drying on her kitty lips.

They lay together in secretiveness for a piece. Tegan assumed Brandon would appreciate the ship's company after a John Major life-time event and after the death twain of sidereal day actually sharing a bed with mortal she was fucking seemed like a knickknack. 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 first time, right ?"

"Yeah."

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

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

"What head ?"

"Was that ripe for you ?"

"You mean did I do ?"

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 free reign 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 memory with this kind of talk of the town. Ask me something else."She rested her arm across him and gently stroked his chest.

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

"Act ?"

"Like, you always let me do it in your mouth or on your face. Or clean it off me with your rima oris. stuff and nonsense like that."

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

"Well it doesn't taste perception 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 rummy, at to the lowest degree once."She thought about it for a moment."Well it's not beauty and pick, it doesn't taste like anything else. Or that pleasant, I guess."

"So why ?"

"Because of the emotions in the moment. It's like… like a reward, kind of. With my in conclusion boyfriend it was because I really liked him and I knew it made him felicitous. 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 aroused payoff for me, it's a physical advantage for you."

"DOE that mean 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 serving you, I'm also form of empowering myself and exploring my sexuality. I get pleasance from learning all the different shipway I can give pleasure."

"So you never experience degraded ?"

"That's a slippery question."She paused for a long clock time, trying to find the words to explain it."Yes and no. The debasement is role of why I enjoy it. I haven't found the terminus ad quem of what I'm comfortable with. The further I get pushed the more I learn about myself."

"So where do you reckon your limitation 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 ingurgitate well-nigh girls won't ?"

"Well, yeah"

"So you're thinking… what form of Wyrd, kinky, redtube form of stuff can I tick off my pail list before I get a real girlfriend ?"

"Basically."

"Bring it on. ”