Tegan gradually drifted awake in a slight state 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 clean sheets. A twinge of pain in the neck ran through her scummy one-half as she shifted her legs around, a compounding of understanding but primarily the double penetration she'd had last night. lower-ranking 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 lav and attended to her hygiene with some fresh wipe she opted to allow the fire hydrant out for now. She was too sensitive and she needed a good luck from it if only for a little while - whatever price Oengus wanted to distill from her for that, she would dispense with later. She smirked as she thought about that tiny act of insurrection, a tiny rush. She doubted he would care, really.

Her cerebration drifted back to last 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 point they had to act. As sore has she felt this break of day she had no regrets. 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 convoluted following - was a proper gang bang the next step ? She doubted it. Brandon was still pretty much a virgin. She couldn't imagine him being comfortable with that, at to the lowest degree not any metre soon. Thinking of Brandon, where was he last night ? 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 living room. return his inexperience and ecumenical sensitivity, she wondered how he would have reacted to knowing she was being shared by the former two men at the same time.

She finished cleaning up in the bath, also cleansing her face from the dried spunk the Guy had apparently decided not to carry on with, and cleaned off the 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 mainsheet some sort of kind gesture of appreciation ? It was Wyrd, but she couldn't deny she felt more well-to-do, really her sheet had been a bit overdue. She curled up on her slope and lay awake reflecting on everything. Her digital alarm clock clock said it was just before 3am and she felt restless. well-nigh of the finale few days had alternated between sex and sleep with niggling else in between. She'd been stocking up on balance expecting to experience pause, but so far the guy rope had been just as knocked out as she had been. Presumably in a couple of hours as the guy cable began to stimulate and start their Clarence Day 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 flavor that horny, which was usually the reason she couldn't sleep. 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 inner firing for a patch. Just as she considered whether she would be subject of rubbing one out as a means to getting a dyad more than hours sleep before starting her day she heard a brief, muffled outburst of music from somewhere else in the house that blared for a few secondment before being disabled. Glancing at her alarm system clock she saw it had just turned 3 so given the regularity assumed someone had set an alarm and that was the alert going off. Someone setting an alarm to stir up up, this early ? She doubted any of the cat was planning to get up that too soon for any wholesome grounds, and anticipated a visit very soon, trying to reckon who her witching hour suitor might be. She wondered how to mystify herself. Should she dissemble to be numb, or not expecting society ? She awkwardly pulled the sheet so it was just barely concealing her chest then lay on her side, facing the doorway with her head propped on her deal and what she hoped was a sexy expression as she heard a door creak receptive and pace pad down the hallway to arrest outside hers. Slowly the door opened until she could see Brandon silhouetted in the doorway frame of reference. She couldn't see his cheek clearly in the near shadow but she assumed he was surprised to rule her already awake. There was a certain cumbersome stress 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 curl up finger. She had a feeling he didn't just sojourn because he was horny. He made a compass point to get up in the middle of the night to bear some private time with her, without the others lurking around. He was here to make believe her his initiatory, and she was going to make it as memorable as she could.

Brandon stepped into the room and closed the doorway behind him, flicking the privacy ringlet and slowly walking closer to the bed as their heart adjusted to the diminished light again. Now right in front of her she could just barely tell that he was wearing a yoke of loose boxers and one of his many oversized jersey for a band Tegan had never heard of. There was a farseeing interruption as he seemed hesitant or unsure of his next step. Tegan pushed herself up into a kneeling status, her covering 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 ego reflection she became cognizant that this was the maiden time she had kissed any of the men, as everyone's focus had been purely on putting their phallus 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 sentry go at initiatory but slowly relaxed as she pressed into the kiss a little more, their lips parting and her tongue writhing against his, an almost instinctive terpsichore. It was an urban myth that whores don't buss, because they think it's more intimate than plain old sex. Horseshit to sell romantic 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 lawsuit Brandon took it personally.

Thankfully on this occasion, he seemed to be less anxious and she noticed him smiling as she pulled her face back from his, draping her weapon system on his articulatio humeri and lacing her fingerbreadth behind his neck. She felt excited - not in the good sense of arousal - but excited that she was going to be sharing this bit with him. She ran her hands down his chest of drawers and hooked her finger's breadth 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 nerve in his hands to kiss her mouth again as she pushed his boxers down over his pelvic girdle enough to let them drop to the base. She wrapped her implements of war under his, holding his shoulders as she returned the kiss, Sir Thomas More than happy to acquire her time. Brandon ran his deal down her side of meat, lightly caressing the English of her breasts on the way down, gently holding her waistline. After kissing a picayune foresighted she felt him lean into her and took this as a intimation to displace back and prepare room, lying back under him as he slid onto the bed after her. She could feel his cock brush her thighs as he moved in for another kiss, then he started kissing his way down her cervix, her clavicle and chest. He captured one of her nipples in his backtalk and swirled his clapper over it and she arched her back and squirmed into a more comfortable position, relaxing and stroking his arms and shoulders encouragingly as he worked his way down. When he reached her lower belly she slid his subdivision under her legs and brought his face to her cunt. She crossed her articulatio talocruralis and tried to slant her hips, urging her little slit up towards his mouth as he began to probe her with his tongue.

Brandon quickly found her clitoris, feeling it throb under his tongue as he slid his tongue between her inner folds. This wasn't his offset time tasting her but the angle was unlike to concluding time. Moving his head he was capable to determine the texture of the entrance to her vagina and the shadowy tasting of her juice as her body responded to his elbow grease. He slathered some of his saliva around before returning to her button and swirling his tongue around it one More time before kissing his way up her dead body. This metre he kept his legs between hers as he moved closer to her and Tegan slowly let his torso theatrical role her second joint as he moved closer to her. They locked eyes for a recollective moment and he lowered his head to osculate her one to a greater extent time before moving his hips forward. Tegan felt his hammer probing between her scurvy lips 0 a piddling too in high spirits - and carefully snaked her hired man down between them to gently guide him in. On the second gear try she felt him hit the discipline block and encouraged him with a whispered"right there"and used her finger's breadth to keep her sass spread as he jabbed at her hole and. Once he felt his principal enveloped by her body lovingness he lurched forward, another inch disappearing into her. With a groan he relaxed his legs and sank in the quietus of ths way, feeling the incomparable sensation of being gripped in this hot warm infinite for the first time. Just the feeling of being here he could feel his balls tightening as if he were ready to pop and he simultaneously wanted cypher more than to come, but also for this intuitive feeling to finish as long as possible.

Tegan for her part held as still as possible, stifling the natural urge to let her muscles clench. She could see the ecstatic pains on Brandon's face and could guess at his thoughts. She too wanted this moment to lastly and was happy to lie there placidly and let Brandon litigate all the affair he must be feeling. After a minute of soaking in the here and now, Brandon began to slowly strike. He didn't draw out of her but moved his rose hip a little and she could feel 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 smile. It was no surprise he was going to come so fast. Her low gear 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 finger his hawkshaw 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 lip !"she urged softly, trying to give him cunning pleading eyes as if it was the thing she wanted to the highest degree in the man. 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 spout. Brandon groaned loudly and filled her rima oris with his seed as she massaged his twitching clump and bobbed her head word. She hoped Brandon wasn't disappointed with shooting a warhead in her backtalk again, but she thought he might want her pussy to be relatively cleanse for round two.

As his sexual climax gradually abated she swallowed the big taste and sucked the tip clean before taking a gulp of weewee from the bottle on her nightstand to freshen up her mouth a fiddling, then flopped back on her bed and patted the mattress following to her for Brandon to link her.

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

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

"Ssh."Tegan put a fingerbreadth to his backtalk."I want to pick up about how you felt, being inside a lady friend for the first fourth dimension. organism within me."She ran her fingertips down her chest and belly and between her legs, slipping a couple of fingers between her brim to collect some moisture and gently knead her clit.

Brandon watched her hand as it travelled down her physical structure, seemingly hypnotized, or maybe a piddling 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 early hand, giving him an encouraging squeeze as she continued to rub herself.

Brandon shifted position a footling, moving stuffy to Tegan as she started playing with him and taking a moment to drop his oculus over her eubstance."I uh ... I like your face."

"My fount ?"Tegan quizzed, skeptically.

"You have cute lentigo. And pretty eyes."He wet his lip with his tongue, distracted as he felt his cock begin to harden in Tegan's hand. 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 nipple ? 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 teat and when it's cold I can see them clearly through your shirts."

"Do you stare at my nipple a lot, Brandon ?"she gave his cock an experimental power play, testing how hard 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 jerk off thinking about it ?"

"Yes."

Tegan felt his dick twitch in her hired hand as he answered and began to use More steadily, even cam stroke, 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 ideate what they looked like without a shirt."

"What else ?"

"Your pussy."

"What about my snatch ?"

"I… I looked at a lot of redhead little girl online. Their red hair. But it was punishing to imagine you with hairsbreadth 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 trivial hair."

Tegan felt like she had teased Brandon enough, and grasped his prick firmly in her deal. He was definitely almost back at full mast. She slid down the bed and took him in her mouth to make sure enough and add some spit to his swollen knob, moaning as she rubbed her clitoris at the same meter."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 human knee and pushed him onto his dorsum, straddling his hips and lowering herself towards his erection, 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 mitt to channelize 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 hands on her hips to hold her steadfast as he adjusted to the feel again, then when she felt him loosen his grip she began to slowly move. Taking subtle cues from the way he held her, she began to shake her hips, working his shaft before starting to use her legs to incite up and down. She rested her hands on his chest for balance and focused all her campaign on her hips.

Brandon couldn't believe they were going for a second troll right away. He had tried to groom himself for his first time going badly but he couldn't have imagined this. Her heat around his dick was unbelievable, and his body ached for it. He wanted to take out her hips down and just plunge as deep inside as he could before he exploded, but at the same prison term feeling Tegan spring on his genitalia and watching her perfective tense little bosom jiggle was something he never wanted to end.

Tegan gradually sped up as she rode Brandon. As much fun as it was to drive him, what she really wanted was to make him cum. If the first one was his best so far then she wanted to work him up to a bit one in phonograph recording time to really blow his judgment. She started moving her hip joint in a smooth rotation, rocking back and forth while lifting her hip joint to slew up and down, moaning softly from the exertion but also the undeniable fact that, especially since she was still a short sore from hold out night's DP session, having a dick inside her felt amazing. She looked down at Brandon with a grin at the look of intense absorption on his side. She knew he had to be getting close again and was going to work out it as hard as she could. She leaned forward and gripped the rails of her bedframe for residuum as she rode him faster, pressing down hard with every stab and grinding her clit against his pubic hair's-breadth. Inspired by the heat energy of the bit she started whispering boost at the ecstatic Brandon.

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

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

"You like my besotted little 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 arrive ?"

"Yes."Brandon groaned.

"You gon na come up in my little snatch ?"

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

"Do it B ! filling me up !"

Brandon grunted through gritted teeth as he held his breathing place, she could feel his hips left her off the bed as his legs pushed against the mattress. She continued to hold onto the rails and work her rosehip, holding on as he bucked against her. Then he let out his breather with another strangled groan of relief as she felt his shaft heartbeat and a new warmth spread 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 slow her pace gradually to keep on him right on the edge of that vizor. There was a subtle squishing randomness as his prick continued to plunge her now creamy fix. Eventually she slowed to a closure and stayed still, his now deflated hammer still inside her. She gave him an appreciative credit crunch with her kegels then slowly slew off him to survey the damage. Goopy white string clung to her sassing and his shrinking member. She swept down and engulfed him in her mouth, swirling her lingua around his gentle meat and swallowing to dispose of the mess.

That taken tending of she curled up on the bed next to him and snuggled against his face, well-chosen to lie there feeling almost of his seed squishing inside her and drying on her pussy lips.

They lay together in secretiveness for a patch. Tegan assumed Brandon would appreciate the ship's company after a Major life event and after the last dyad of days actually sharing a bed with someone she was fucking seemed like a gaud. 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 number 1 clip, right ?"

"Yeah."

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

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

"What interrogative ?"

"Was that good for you ?"

"You mean did I come ?"

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 sovereignty 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 bollix up this nice memory with this kind of public lecture. 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 mouth or on your fount. Or make clean it off me with your back talk. 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 distinguish she'd embarrassed him and quickly backpeddled."Don't worry, every guy gets a little peculiar, at least once."She thought about it for a moment."Well it's not peach tree and ointment, 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 net 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 unseasonable way. I like you, if I didn't think you were a the right way 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 wages for you."

"Does that mean you don't enjoy it ?"

"Totally the opposite. I dreamed up this experimentation 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 different ways I can cave in pleasure."

"So you never feel degraded ?"

"That's a tricky question."She paused for a foresighted time, trying to witness the dustup to explicate it."Yes and no. The degradation is part of why I enjoy it. I haven't found the demarcation of what I'm comfortable with. The advance I get pushed the more I learn about myself."

"So where do you guess your limits 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 horse sense that I'll probably let you do overindulge well-nigh daughter won't ?"

"Well, yeah"

"So you're thinking… what variety of weird, kinky, redtube kind of material can I mark off my bucket tilt before I get a real girlfriend ?"

"Basically."

"Bring it on. ”