Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 11

After An Intense Session With Two Of The Guy's, Tegan Welcomes An Early Morning Visits From The House Virgins.

Tegan gradually drifted awake in a slight state 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 clean sheets. A twinge of pain ran through her lower half as she shifted her legs around, a combination of reasons but primarily the double penetration 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 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 extract from her for that, she would deal with later. She smirked as she thought about that tiny act of rebellion, a tiny thrill. She doubted he would care, really.

Her thoughts 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 morning she had no regrets. 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 involved next – 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 least not any time 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. 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 face 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 sheets 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 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 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 days 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 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 inner fire for a while. Just as she considered whether she would be capable of rubbing one out as a means to getting a couple more hours sleep before starting her day she heard a brief, muffled burst of music from somewhere else in the house that blared for a few seconds before being disabled. Glancing at her alarm 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 wake up, this early? She doubted any of the guys was planning to get up that early for any wholesome reasons, and anticipated a visit very soon, trying to guess who her witching hour suitor might be. She wondered how to pose herself. Should she pretend to be asleep, or not expecting company? 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 expression as she heard a door creak open and footsteps pad down the hallway to stop outside hers. Slowly the door opened until she could see Brandon silhouetted in the door frame. She couldn’t see his face 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. Come here.” She pointed and beckoned to him with a curled finger. She had a feeling he didn’t just visit 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 first, 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 light again. Now right in front of her she could just barely tell that he was wearing a pair of loose boxers and one of his many oversized t-shirts for a band Tegan had never heard of. There was a long pause as he seemed hesitant or unsure of his next step. Tegan pushed herself up into a kneeling 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 lips to hers. In a moment of self reflection she became aware that this was the first time she had kissed any of the men, as everyone’s focus 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 as well as he seemed caught off guard 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 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 case Brandon took it personally.

Thankfully on this occasion, he seemed to be less nervous and she noticed him smiling as she pulled her face back from his, draping her arms on his shoulders and lacing her fingers behind his neck. She felt excited – not in the sense of arousal – 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 help her remove the shirt over his head then took her face in his hands to kiss her mouth again as she pushed his boxers down over his hips enough to let them drop to the floor. She wrapped her arms under his, holding his shoulders as she returned the kiss, more than happy to take her time. Brandon ran his hands 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 move back and make 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 neck, 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 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 arms under her legs and brought his face to her pussy. She crossed her ankles and tried to angle her hips, urging her little 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 tongue between her inner folds. This wasn’t his first time tasting her but the angle was different to last time. Moving his head he was able to find the texture of the entrance to her vagina and the faint taste of her juices as her body responded to his efforts. 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 body part her thighs as he moved closer to her. They locked eyes for a long moment and he lowered his head to kiss 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 guide him in. On the second try she felt him hit the correct stop and encouraged him with a whispered “right there” and used her fingers to keep her lips spread as he jabbed at her hole and. Once he felt his head 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 warm space 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 nothing more than to come, but also for this feeling to last as long as possible.