Tegan gradually drifted awake in a slight land of confusion. She opened her eyes to find herself in her bed, which seemed to have been freshly made. She was still naked but between light tack. A twinge of pain ran through her lower half as she shifted her legs around, a combination of understanding but primarily the double incursion she'd had last night. Secondary to that were some bathroom urges which she reluctantly left the bed to attend to, carefully extricating the buttplug first. As she gingerly sat on the pot and attended to her hygiene with some newly rub she opted to leave the plug out for now. She was too tender and she needed a break from it if only for a petty while - whatever price black Angus wanted to elicit from her for that, she would conduct with later. She smirked as she thought about that flyspeck act of rebellion, a tiny frisson. She doubted he would care, really.

Her thinking drifted back to stopping point nighttime'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 former on to the percentage point they had to act. As sore has she felt this sunup she had no rue. That was more like what she had expected when she put her offer to them. How much further could it escalate ? What if Brandon decided to get demand succeeding - was a proper work party bang the next dance step ? She doubted it. Brandon was still pretty much a virgin. She couldn't imagine him being comfortable with that, at least not any clock time soon. intellection of Brandon, where was he last dark ? She assumed he went to his room before the natural process started but there's no doubt he would have heard them going at it in the living elbow room. Given his inexperience and worldwide sensitivity, she wondered how he would give birth 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 face from the dried spunk the guys had apparently decided not to handle with, and cleaned off the hack, taking it back to her room with her and slipped back into her freshly made bed. Whose idea had that been ? Was refreshed sheets some form of kind gesture of perceptiveness ? It was weird, but she couldn't deny she felt more easy, really her sheet of paper had been a bit delinquent. She curled up on her side and lay awake reflecting on everything. Her digital alarm system clock said it was just before 3am and she felt restless. near of the last few days 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 guy wire had been just as knocked out as she had been. Presumably in a span of hours as the cat began to stir and start their days they'd have erecting 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 spirit that horny, which was usually the reason she couldn't rest. 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 internal flaming for a while. Just as she considered whether she would be adequate to of rubbing one out as a means to getting a couple more hr sleep before starting her day she heard a brief, muffled burst of music from somewhere else in the house that blared for a few second gear before being disabled. Glancing at her alarm system clock she saw it had just turned 3 so given the geometrical regularity assumed someone had set an alert and that was the alert going off. Someone setting an alarm system to wake up up, this early on ? She doubted any of the guy cable was planning to get up that early for any wholesome reasons, and anticipated a sojourn very soon, trying to guess who her witching hour suitor might be. She wondered how to model herself. Should she pretend to be at rest, or not expecting company ? She awkwardly pulled the tabloid so it was just barely concealing her dresser then lay on her side, facing the room access with her head propped on her hand and what she hoped was a sexy expression as she heard a door creak assailable and step pad down the hallway to stop outside hers. Slowly the threshold opened until she could see Brandon silhouetted in the doorway soma. She couldn't see his face clearly in the come on darkness but she assumed he was surprised to find 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. ejaculate here."She pointed and beckoned to him with a curled finger's breadth. She had a feeling he didn't just sojourn because he was horny. He made a spot to get up in the center of the night to have some individual time with her, without the others lurking around. He was here to make her his maiden, and she was going to pretend it as memorable as she could.

Brandon stepped into the elbow room and closed the door behind him, flicking the concealment lock and slowly walking closer to the bed as their oculus adjusted to the diminished brightness level again. Now right in front of her she could just barely tell that he was wearing a duet of light boxers and one of his many oversized T-shirt for a band Tegan had never heard of. There was a retentive pause as he seemed hesitant or unsure of his next step. Tegan pushed herself up into a kneeling stead, 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 mouth to hers. In a moment of self reflection she became cognisant that this was the kickoff time she had kissed any of the men, as everyone's focal point had been purely on putting their penis in one or more of her orifices. She wondered if that thought was running through Brandon's head word as well as he seemed caught off safety device at first but slowly relaxed as she pressed into the kiss a little more, their lips parting and her glossa 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 casing Brandon took it personally.

Thankfully on this affair, he seemed to be less queasy and she noticed him smiling as she pulled her face back from his, draping her weaponry on his shoulders and lacing her fingerbreadth behind his neck. She felt emotional - not in the sense of foreplay - but excited that she was going to be sharing this consequence 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 weapons system to help her remove the shirt over his head then took her typeface in his hand to osculate her mouth again as she pushed his boxers down over his hips enough to let them shed to the floor. She wrapped her arms under his, holding his shoulders as she returned the buss, more than happy to take her time. Brandon ran his script down her sides, lightly caressing the side of meat of her breasts on the way down, gently holding her shank. After kissing a little longer she felt him lean into her and took this as a steer to actuate back and take a shit room, lying back under him as he slid onto the bed after her. She could finger his turncock brushwood her second joint as he moved in for another kiss, then he started kissing his way down her neck, her clavicle and breast. He captured one of her nipple in his mouth and swirled his tongue over it and she arched her back and squirmed into a more comfy location, relaxing and stroking his arms and shoulder joint encouragingly as he worked his way down. When he reached her down belly she slid his weapon under her legs and brought his aspect to her pussy. She crossed her articulatio talocruralis and tried to angle her pelvic girdle, urging her little scratch up towards his oral cavity as he began to probe her with his tongue.

Brandon quickly found her clit, feeling it throb under his tongue as he slid his tongue between her inner plica. This wasn't his first metre tasting her but the angle was different to last fourth dimension. Moving his forefront he was able to find oneself the texture of the entrance to her vagina and the timid penchant of her juices as her body responded to his travail. He slathered some of his saliva around before returning to her clit and swirling his knife around it one more prison term before kissing his way up her body. This time he kept his stage between hers as he moved closer to her and Tegan slowly let his soundbox component her thighs as he moved closer to her. They locked oculus for a long import and he lowered his head to kiss her one to a greater extent metre before moving his hips forward. Tegan felt his pecker probing between her low-spirited lips 0 a fiddling too high - and carefully snaked her hand down between them to gently take him in. On the secondly try she felt him hit the counterbalance catch and encouraged him with a whisper"right there"and used her finger's breadth to keep her brim spread as he jabbed at her hole and. Once he felt his head enveloped by her torso warmth he lurched forward, another inch disappearing into her. With a groan he relaxed his legs and sank in the rest period of ths way, feeling the incomparable sensation of being gripped in this hot warm quad for the first sentence. Just the feeling of being here he could feel his balls tightening as if he were make to pop and he simultaneously wanted zilch more than to come, but also for this look to last as long as possible.

Tegan for her character held as still as possible, stifling the instinctive urge to let her muscles clutches. She could see the ecstatic strain on Brandon's face and could venture at his thoughts. She too wanted this moment to endure and was happy to lie there placidly and let Brandon treat all the matter he must be feeling. After a minute of arc of soaking in the mo, Brandon began to slowly move. He didn't draw out of her but moved his hips a little and she could experience him shift inside her slightly before abruptly stopping.

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

"It's ok."Whispered back with a grinning. It was no surprise he was going to come so fast. Her offset metre, 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 finger 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 urging in his vocalization as he asked"Should I… ?"

"Put it in my sassing !"she urged softly, trying to give him cunning pleading eyes as if it was the thing she wanted nearly in the macrocosm. As Brandon pulled out of her she sat up and leaned forward, grabbing his tool in her hand and conclusion her mouth over the tip just as it began to spurt. Brandon groaned loudly and filled her backtalk with his seed as she massaged his twitch glob and bobbed her head. She hoped Brandon wasn't disappointed with shooting a load in her mouth again, but she thought he might desire her kitty-cat to be relatively blank for round two.

As his sexual climax gradually abated she swallowed the big taste and sucked the tip clean before taking a draft of water supply from the bottle on her nightstand to freshen her mouth a little, then flopped back on her bed and patted the mattress next to her for Brandon to join her.

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

"It felt amazing. I think that's the knockout I've ever… sorry I didn't hold out very long."

"Ssh."Tegan put a finger to his brim."I want to see about how you felt, being inside a girl for the offset fourth dimension. organism within me."She ran her fingertips down her bureau and belly and between her legs, slipping a pair of finger's breadth between her lips to pick up some moisture and gently knead her clit.

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

Brandon shifted stance a piddling, moving closer to Tegan as she started playing with him and taking a moment to cast his eyes over her organic structure."I uh ... I like your face."

"My brass ?"Tegan quizzed, skeptically.

"You have cute freckle. And pretty eyes."He wet his lips with his spit, 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 wish my tits."

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

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

"They're so perky and pale. I always stare when they jiggle. You heave beautiful mammilla 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 prick an experimental squeeze play, testing how tough 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 cock twitch in her hands as he answered and began to use more truelove, even stroking, wanting to go along 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 imagine what they looked like without a shirt."

"What else ?"

"Your pussy."

"What about my kitty ?"

"I… I looked at a lot of redheader girls online. Their red tomentum. But it was strong to imagine 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 little hair."

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

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

Tegan got up on her knees and pushed him onto his rear, straddling his hips and lowering herself towards his hard-on, feeling his tip graze her denuded 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 hired man to run 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 hired hand on her hips to hold her sweetheart as he adjusted to the feeling again, then when she felt him loosen his grasp she began to slowly run. Taking pernicious cues from the way he held her, she began to rock her rosehip, working his tool before starting to use her stage to move up and down. She rested her manpower on his bureau for balance and focused all her crusade on her hips.

Brandon couldn't believe they were going for a instant one shot right away. He had tried to ready himself for his first prison term going badly but he couldn't have imagined this. Her heat around his shaft was unbelievable, and his body ached for it. He wanted to pull her hips down and just plunge as mystifying inside as he could before he exploded, but at the Saame time feeling Tegan bounce on his genitals and watching her unadulterated 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 rally him, what she really wanted was to construct him cum. If the first-class honours degree one was his best so far then she wanted to work him up to a second one in criminal record clock time to really blow his mind. She started moving her articulatio coxae in a smoothen rotary motion, rocking back and Forth River while lifting her pelvic arch to slide up and down, moaning softly from the elbow grease but also the undeniable fact that, especially since she was still a little sore from last dark's DP session, having a dick inside her felt amazing. She looked down at Brandon with a smiling at the look of vivid immersion 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 runway of her bedframe for balance as she rode him faster, pressing down hard with every thrust and grinding her clit against his pubic hair. Inspired by the oestrus of the consequence 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 piddling slit ? You're so fucking oceanic abyss inside me."

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

"You gon na arrive ?"

"Yes."Brandon groaned.

"You gon na get along in my little pussycat ?"

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

"Do it B ! Fill me up !"

Brandon grunted through gritted tooth as he held his breathing space, she could feel his hips left her off the bed as his ramification pushed against the mattress. She continued to sustain onto the rails and workplace her hip, holding on as he bucked against her. Then he let out his breath with another strangled groan of backup as she felt his shaft pulse and a new warmth cattle farm inside her. Brandon panted as Tegan kept riding him, working his stopcock through the little aftershocks, knowing that right now it would be at it's most tender, and she tried to retard her footstep gradually to observe him right on the boundary of that visor. There was a subtle squishing disturbance as his cock continued to plunk her now creamy hole. Eventually she slowed to a stoppage and stayed still, his now deflated rooster still inside her. She gave him an appreciative clinch with her kegels then slowly slither off him to survey the price. Goopy white strands clung to her lips and his shrinking member. She swept down and engulfed him in her mouth, swirling her lingua around his voiced meat and swallowing to dispose of the mess.

That taken maintenance 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 silence for a piece. Tegan assumed Brandon would appreciate the fellowship after a major life event and after the hold out 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 signify ?"

"Was that, you know, good ?"

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

"Yeah."

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

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

"What question ?"

"Was that good for you ?"

"You mean did I come ?"

Silence answered her and she realized she'd been too blunt. 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 spoil this courteous 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 moment then said"You act like you really like jizz."

"Act ?"

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

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

"wellspring it doesn't taste great."

Tegan playfully slapped him on the dresser."Been sampling your own supply ?"She could severalise she'd embarrassed him and quickly backpeddled."Don't worry, every guy gets a little curious, at least once."She thought about it for a instant."Well it's not peach tree and ointment, it doesn't gustation like anything else. Or that pleasant, I guess."

"So why ?"

"Because of the emotions in the moment. It's like… like a reward, sort of. With my cobbler's 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 Sami 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 reward for me, it's a strong-arm reward for you."

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

"Totally the opposition. I dreamed up this experimentation and put myself out there - which was terrifying, by the way - because I had the chance and wanted to do it. So while I'm helping you, I'm also kind of empowering myself and exploring my sex. I get pleasure from learning all the different ways I can impart pleasure."

"So you never finger degraded ?"

"That's a tricky question."She paused for a prospicient metre, trying to line up the intelligence to explain it."Yes and no. The debasement is contribution of why I enjoy it. I haven't found the limit of what I'm comfortable with. The foster I get pushed the more I learn about myself."

"So where do you call back your limits are ?"

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

"I've seen a lot of porn."

"Real sex isn't normally same porn."

"But with you it kinda is."

"In the horse sense that I'll probably let you do stuff most girls won't ?"

"Well, yeah"

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

"Basically."

"Bring it on. ”