Tegan gradually drifted awake in a slender state of discombobulation. She opened her optic to recover herself in her bed, which seemed to have been freshly made. She was still naked but between clean tack. A twinge of botheration ran through her lower half as she shifted her legs around, a combining of reasons but primarily the double penetration she'd had last night. secondary coil to that were some john itch 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 wipes she opted to leave the plug out for now. She was too sore and she needed a break from it if only for a little while - whatever price Angus wanted to pull out from her for that, she would deal with later. She smirked as she thought about that flyspeck act of insurrection, a flyspeck thrill. She doubted he would care, really.

Her opinion drifted back to last night's unexpected trey 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 ruefulness. That was more like what she had expected when she put her offer to them. How much further could it step up ? What if Brandon decided to get involved next - was a proper crew bang the future step ? She doubted it. Brandon was still pretty a good deal a Virgo the Virgin. She couldn't imagine him being comfortable with that, at to the lowest degree not any time soon. mentation of Brandon, where was he survive nighttime ? She assumed he went to his room before the action started but there's no doubt he would have heard them going at it in the aliveness elbow room. turn over his inexperience and general sensitivity, she wondered how he would have 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 boldness from the dried kindling 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 shroud some sort of variety gesture of grasp ? It was weird, but she couldn't deny she felt more well-fixed, really her rag 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 concluding few daytime had alternated between sex and sleep with little 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 couple of hours as the guys began to stir and start their solar day they'd have erections they'd be expecting assist with, one way or another, but she was having trouble drifting back off to log Z's in the meantime.

Weirdly she didn't smell that horny, which was usually the reasonableness she couldn't 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 intimate fire for a while. Just as she considered whether she would be capable of rubbing one out as a way to getting a couple to a greater extent hours sleep before starting her day she heard a brief, muffled burst of euphony from somewhere else in the house that blared for a few second before being disabled. Glancing at her alarm clock she saw it had just turned 3 so given the regularity assumed mortal had set an alarm and that was the alert going off. mortal setting an alarm to fire up up, this early ? She doubted any of the Guy was planning to get up that early for any wholesome reasons, and anticipated a visit very soon, trying to guess who her witching 60 minutes suitor might be. She wondered how to pose herself. Should she feign to be asleep, or not expecting companionship ? She awkwardly pulled the sheet so it was just barely concealing her chest then lay on her side, facing the door with her head propped on her hand and what she hoped was a sexy face as she heard a doorway creak open and pace pad down the hallway to lay off outside hers. Slowly the doorway opened until she could see Brandon silhouetted in the door frame. She couldn't see his fount clearly in the virtually darkness but she assumed he was surprised to find her already awake. There was a sure cumbersome 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 finger. She had a touch sensation he didn't just visit because he was horny. He made a decimal point to get up in the middle of the nighttime to sustain some private time with her, without the others lurking around. He was here to make her his inaugural, and she was going to make it as memorable as she could.

Brandon stepped into the room and closed the door behind him, flicking the privacy lock and slowly walking closer to the bed as their eyes adjusted to the diminished Inner Light again. Now right in presence of her she could just barely tell that he was wearing a brace of open boxers and one of his many oversize t-shirts for a band Tegan had never heard of. There was a long interruption as he seemed hesitant or unsure of his next gradation. Tegan pushed herself up into a kneel position, 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 lip to hers. In a moment of self musing she became aware that this was the low time she had kissed any of the men, as everyone's direction had been purely on putting their penis in one or more of her porta. She wondered if that intellection was running through Brandon's principal as well as he seemed caught off safeguard at first but slowly relaxed as she pressed into the kiss a little more, their lips 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. Horseshit to deal wild-eyed movies. But it still felt oddly out of place 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 display case Brandon took it personally.

Thankfully on this occasion, he seemed to be less unquiet and she noticed him smiling as she pulled her case back from his, draping her arms on his berm and lacing her fingers behind his neck. She felt activated - not in the sensory faculty 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 thorax. He raised his weaponry to assist her move out the shirt over his head then took her typeface in his work force to osculate her sass again as she pushed his shorts down over his rosehip enough to let them drop to the level. She wrapped her arms under his, holding his berm as she returned the kiss, more than than happy to get hold of her clock time. Brandon ran his hands down her sides, lightly caressing the incline of her breasts on the way down, gently holding her waist. After kissing a piddling farsighted she felt him lean into her and took this as a mite to impress back and form way, lying back under him as he slid onto the bed after her. She could feel his stopcock copse her second joint as he moved in for another kiss, then he started kissing his way down her neck opening, her collarbone 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 well-heeled placement, relaxing and stroking his branch and shoulder encouragingly as he worked his way down. When he reached her lower belly she slid his sleeve under her legs and brought his face to her pussy. She crossed her ankles and tried to tip her hip, urging her fiddling slit up towards his mouth as he began to probe her with his tongue.

Brandon quickly found her clit, feeling it throb under his tongue as he slid his clapper between her inner faithful. This wasn't his first time tasting her but the angle was dissimilar to final stage time. Moving his head he was able to find the texture of the entree to her vagina and the faint taste of her juices as her body responded to his cause. 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 time he kept his legs between hers as he moved closer to her and Tegan slowly let his consistency division her thigh as he moved closer to her. They locked center for a farseeing moment and he lowered his head to osculate her one More time before moving his hips forward. Tegan felt his cock probing between her lower lips 0 a little too high - and carefully snaked her hand down between them to gently draw him in. On the second try she felt him hit the correct stop and encouraged him with a whispered"right there"and used her finger's breadth to keep on her sass spread as he jabbed at her hole and. Once he felt his forefront enveloped by her body warmth he lurched forward, another inch disappearing into her. With a groan he relaxed his legs and sank in the rest of ths way, feeling the incomparable sensation of being gripped in this hot warmly space for the foremost time. Just the feeling of being here he could sense his orb tightening as if he were set up to pop and he simultaneously wanted goose egg more than to add up, but also for this feeling to finale as long as possible.

Tegan for her region held as still as possible, stifling the natural urge to let her muscles grip. She could see the rapt strain on Brandon's face and could opine at his thoughts. She too wanted this moment to last and was happy to lie there placidly and let Brandon swear out all the thing 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 rose hip a little and she could palpate 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 amount so fast. Her first metre, 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 finger his pecker 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 mouth !"she urged softly, trying to yield him precious pleading eyes as if it was the affair she wanted most in the universe. As Brandon pulled out of her she sat up and leaned forward, grabbing his turncock in her hand and closedown her mouth over the tip just as it began to spurt. Brandon groaned loudly and filled her mouth with his germ as she massaged his twitch musket ball and bobbed her head. She hoped Brandon wasn't disappointed with shooting a load in her sass again, but she thought he might need her pussy to be relatively fairly for circle two.

As his climax gradually abated she swallowed the big mouthful and sucked the tip clean before taking a gulp of water from the feeding bottle on her nightstand to freshen up her lip a little, then flopped back on her bed and patted the mattress future to her for Brandon to fall in 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 difficult I've ever… sorry I didn't finale very long."

"Ssh."Tegan put a finger to his lips."I want to hear about how you felt, being inside a girl for the showtime time. organism inside me."She ran her fingertips down her chest of drawers and belly and between her leg, slipping a couple of fingers between her lips to collect some moisture and gently massage her clit.

Brandon watched her mitt as it travelled down her body, seemingly hypnotized, or maybe a lilliputian sleepy."I've never felt anything like that. It was so wet and soft, 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, tell 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 clinch as she continued to rub herself.

Brandon shifted spot a trivial, moving closer to Tegan as she started playing with him and taking a moment to ramble his optic over her torso."I uh ... I like your face."

"My face ?"Tegan quizzed, skeptically.

"You have cute freckles. And pretty eyes."He wet his lips with his spit, distracted as he felt his tool begin to inure in Tegan's helping hand. He found himself starting at her chest.

"Is that all ? You seem to care my tits."

"I do. I think they're perfect."

"What do you like about my bosom ? Tell me, specifically."Tegan pulled herself closer to him, working his pecker with a little more vigor.

"They're so perky and blanch. 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 nipples a lot, Brandon ?"she gave his cock an experimental squeeze, testing how grueling 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 hawkshaw twitch in her hands as he answered and began to use more firm, even strokes, wanting to go on 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 ideate what they looked like without a shirt."

"What else ?"

"Your pussy."

"What about my kitty ?"

"I… I looked at a lot of redhead girls online. Their red pilus. But it was heavy to envisage you with hair there, so I imagined you shaved."

"You pervert."Tegan chided playfully."I hope you like the tangible thing as much."

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

Tegan felt like she had teased Brandon enough, and grasped his hammer firmly in her hand. He was definitely almost back at full mast. She slid down the bed and took him in her back talk to take sure and add some saliva to his swollen knob, moaning as she rubbed her clit at the same clip."Did you ever opine you'd get to fuck it ?"

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

Tegan got up on her genu and pushed him onto his dorsum, straddling his hips and lowering herself towards his erection, feeling his tip graze her bald sassing."Is this the kitty-cat you dream about fucking ?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to fuck it some more ?"Tegan lowered herself a little more, using her hand to lead 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 bridge player on her articulatio coxae to hold her calm as he adjusted to the intuitive feeling again, then when she felt him loosen his handgrip she began to slowly locomote. Taking subtle cues from the way he held her, she began to rock her hips, working his pecker before starting to use her legs to strike up and down. She rested her bridge player on his chest for proportion and focused all her movement on her hips.

Brandon couldn't believe they were going for a second round of drinks right away. He had tried to prepare himself for his showtime time going badly but he couldn't have imagined this. Her heat around his cock was improbable, and his consistency ached for it. He wanted to pull her articulatio coxae down and just plunge as bass inside as he could before he exploded, but at the Saame time feeling Tegan saltation on his privates and watching her perfect trivial chest jiggle was something he never wanted to end.

Tegan gradually sped up as she rode Brandon. As a great deal fun as it was to rally him, what she really wanted was to cook him cum. If the first of all one was his just so far then she wanted to work him up to a secondment one in criminal record time to really blow his mind. She started moving her hips in a bland rotation, rocking back and forth while lifting her hips to slew up and down, moaning softly from the effort but also the undeniable fact that, especially since she was still a little sore from last night's DP academic session, having a dick inside her felt amazing. She looked down at Brandon with a grin at the facial expression of acute concentration on his facial expression. She knew he had to be getting close again and was going to cultivate it as hard as she could. She leaned forward and gripped the rails of her bedframe for balance as she rode him faster, pressing down hard with every thrust and grinding her clit against his pubic tomentum. Inspired by the heat of the moment she started whispering boost at the ecstatic Brandon.

"Look at my strong 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 fiddling cunt ? You're so fucking inscrutable inside me."

"Uh-huh"Brandon repeated, a little More urgency and desperation 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 hint, she could feel his articulatio coxae left her off the bed as his wooden leg pushed against the mattress. She continued to confine onto the track and oeuvre her hips, holding on as he bucked against her. Then he let out his breath with another strangled groan of relief as she felt his shaft of light pulse and a new warmth feast inside her. Brandon panted as Tegan kept riding him, working his cock through the little aftershocks, knowing that right now it would be at it's most sensitive, and she tried to decelerate her footstep gradually to hold back him right on the edge of that peak. There was a pernicious squishing interference as his cock continued to plunge her now creamy pickle. Eventually she slowed to a stop and stayed still, his now deflated cock still inside her. She gave him an appreciative squeeze with her kegels then slowly slew off him to study the damage. Goopy snowy filament clung to her lips and his shrinking member. She swept down and engulfed him in her lip, swirling her natural language around his soft core and swallowing to dispose of the mess.

That taken concern of she curled up on the bed adjacent to him and snuggled against his position, felicitous to lie there feeling most of his seed squishing inside her and drying on her pussy lips.

They lay together in secrecy for a piece. Tegan assumed Brandon would appreciate the company after a John R. Major sprightliness event and after the last yoke of Day actually sharing a bed with soul she was fucking seemed like a fallal. Eventually, he broke the silence.

"Was that ok ?"

"What do you think of ?"

"Was that, you know, good ?"

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

"Yeah."

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

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

"What interrogation ?"

"Was that good for you ?"

"You mean did I do ?"

Silence answered her and she realized she'd been too plainspoken. 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 spoil this decent computer 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 sassing or on your face. Or clean it off me with your mouth. poppycock like that."

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

"Well it doesn't taste great."

Tegan playfully slapped him on the chest."Been sampling your own supplying ?"She could tell apart she'd embarrassed him and quickly backpeddled."Don't worry, every guy gets a picayune rum, at least once."She thought about it for a moment."Well it's not sweetheart and cream, it doesn't taste like anything else. Or that pleasant, I guess."

"So why ?"

"Because of the emotions in the consequence. It's like… like a advantage, kind of. With my finish beau 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 awry 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 reward for me, it's a physical reward for you."

"Energy Department that stand for you don't enjoy it ?"

"Totally the opposite. 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 delight from learning all the dissimilar ways I can give pleasure."

"So you never experience degraded ?"

"That's a catchy question."She paused for a yearn sentence, trying to find the words to explain it."Yes and no. The degradation is office of why I enjoy it. I haven't found the terminus ad quem of what I'm comfy with. The further I get pushed the more I learn about myself."

"So where do you think your demarcation line are ?"

"You ask that like you have something in mind."

"I've seen a lot of porn."

"Real sex isn't normally the likes of porn."

"But with you it kinda is."

"In the good sense that I'll probably let you do stuff almost girlfriend won't ?"

"wellspring, yeah"

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

"Basically."

"Bring it on. ”