House Slut 10Arxeolog9669971
He lay on top of her and used his hand to guide himself between her pink lips. Tegan felt his tip probing around for a second until it found her opening and moaned as it slid inside. She was still on edge from her earlier impromptu session with Trevor and her muscles gripped eagerly at the new visitor as he sank inside her warmth. She arched her back and lifted her hips to meet him as their groins met, biting her lip with an impish grin as Brandon loomed over her, supporting himself on his arms and taking a moment to adjust to the feeling. When he was ready he returned the smile then began to hump her. His movements were steady and rhythmic, inexpert but determined. Tegan tilted her head back, taking deep breaths and holding them as Brandon worked her tight but slippery hole. This was the better fit for her. As exciting as Trevor’s cervix-bashing monster had been, Brandon’s length fit her snugly and without discomfort, especially since her backdoor was still plugged.
"Fuck me, B. Fuck me hard." Tegan moaned as she pinched her nipples, sending ripples of pleasure down to her throbbing clit as Brandon pistoned in and out of her. She didn’t expect him to last long his third time, or even his fourth, fifth or tenth time… but he’d get there, and she looked forward to guiding him every step of the way. She locked eyes with him again, her green irises glazed with lust as she studied his intense look of concentration. Brandon picked up the pace, his response to "harder" being to slam his pelvis against hers, his pubes grinding against her clit. His breathing was growing more ragged and so was hers as she felt herself teetering on the brink. She moved one hand down to her crotch and started using her middle finger to vigorously circle her clit, her jaw slack as she concentrated on pushing herself over the edge.
"I wanna cum on your tits." Brandon whispered, a note of urgency in his voice.
"Yes B, do it." Tegan moaned, her voice vising with tension as her breath caught in her throat, her pussy muscles clenching as Brandon withdrew before she hit her peak, her letting out a groan as she stopped frigging her slit and arched her back to present her small breasts for Brandon’s big finish. Brandon knelt on the bed next to her and she reached out with her hand to gently caress his balls, feeling them contract as he pushed out a load to grace her chest. He seemed to be aiming directly for her right nipple but he aimed a little high and instead decorated the upper part of her chest above her tits with a shower of watery semen. After about twenty seconds his shoulders sagged with relief and he seemed to be done.. She rolled onto her side and gently sucked a small droplet from the eye slit of his slowly softening rod, then gave it a light kiss of gratitude before flopping back onto her back with a frustrated but relaxed sigh.
Brandon lay down on his side next to her, her eyes scanning over her naked body, just casually appreciating the view and the evidence of his orgasm on her skin. For once he seemed to be quietly contemplating and didn’t seem to be full of questions about what they’d just done or things he wanted to do with her in the future and Tegan was content to just lie there and be stared at while she tried to ignore the fading fire between her legs.
After a few minutes Brandon sat up and slid off the bed to collect his clothes and get dressed.
"I should probably get some study done."
"Let me know if you need any help. I’ll probably be useless with the material but, you know, stress relief."
"For sure." Brandon answered with a laugh then left, closing the door behind him. Tegan let out another sigh and stretched her arms and legs, then reached for a tissue to clean up. Glancing down at her chest she was able to remove the coagulated strand of goo then used one of her makeup wipes to polish and remove any trace from her skin. She struggled to remember if Brandon had finished on her chest before today, or if this was the fulfilment of one of his porn fantasies. Well, it didn’t matter. She wondered if she should try and sneak a peek at his browser history and work out of he had any particular habits and decided that even if that wasn’t a breach of his privacy, it was more fun to be surprised.
Just then there was a knock at the door and she heard Sam’s voice on the other side of it.
Tegan hesitated a moment. Sam had left on bad terms this morning after she got emotional following what she perceived to be some liberties taken with her standing consent with regards to sex, but after speaking with Angus and having had time to reflect on it she had decided she wasn’t really angry with Sam and now she wasn’t sure how to address to awkwardness of the situation. Presumably he’d just gotten home from work and wanted to launch into their follow up talk, and probably expected that to take place in a neutral, non-sexual setting.
Fuck it she decided as she sat up and curled her legs to one side, leaning on her right arm.
"Come in, Sam."
Sam entered, and she definitely saw his eyebrows go up, surprised to find her in the nude.
"I hope this is a good time."
"No time like the present."
"Alright then. Look, I just wanted to apolog-"
"Don’t worry about it." Tegan cut him off.
Sam paused, searching her face for any signs of dormant anger.
"I thought about it all day, and you were right. I didn’t say no, and I could have. I forgot that I had that right, and you didn’t do anything wrong."
"I’ve thought about it too and we can’t ignore the fact there’s a certain power dynamic here. Three guys, one girl. Implied consent at all times. I don’t want to abuse that."
"Duly noted. But that… ‘power dynamic’ you’re talking about?"
"I don’t want it to change. I’m not going to expressly go into detail about what is and isn’t on the table with the exception of some very hard limits, but beyond that… I’ve decided I’m open to anything."
"Like I said, with some limits. I’ll write you a note later. But beyond that, use your imagination."
"You’re serious about that."
"The way I’m seeing it, I’m getting three relationships in one. I’m learning about myself too, as well as you guys. You’re all pretty different. Different from each other and different from what I expected. So maybe having you all share me is like some kind of high intensity training and I’ll come out the other side of it with a whole new understanding of sex and sexuality. Or maybe I’ll discover there’s a bunch of stuff I really don’t like. Either way, call me Alice, because I want to see how deep the rabbit hole goes."
Sam remained silent in thought for a long time, and she thought she saw a smile tug at the corners of his pursed lips.
"Alright. You’ve given me something to think about. I’m going to go wash up after work before I start dinner, maybe we’ll catch up after?"
"It’s a date."
Once Sam was gone and she heard the shower running Tegan lay back down and took out a journal from her nightstand drawer. It seems prudent to start taking notes about what she was learning in this experience and started retroactively chronicling the last few days. She assumed that Angus would be home shortly and want to pick up where they left off this morning so she didn’t see the point in re-dressing and was content to lie there in the nude with her door ajar as she put pen to paper and unleashed a stream of consciousness. It was strangely freeing to be able to do that and not even feel like she should keep herself hidden or covered out of some notional sense of propriety. She wondered if she had ever really felt embarrassed if someone saw her naked unexpectedly, or she only reacted because it was the social convention to do so. In any case, she very quickly became comfortable with the fact she didn’t have to be self-conscious about nudity anymore. Not that she necessarily wanted to wander around in the nude, but gone were those daily fears that someone might get a peek at her in the shower, or an errant nipple might escape from her blouse, or one of the boys might see her underwear up her skirt if she sat the wrong way.
Somehow she doubted she’d feel that way outside. This afternoon was a perfect example. She’d been mad to walk around outside in a dress and no underwear and not expect something like that to occur, though it was more the fact she had the buttplug in when it happened that had made her so embarrassed. Not that she thought the youths that accosted her had seen anything other than her butt cheeks anyway, and being approached like that was obviously a worst case scenario. Or it could have been, if Trevor didn’t step in. She shook her head and put the thought out of her mind. Setting aside the implied threat of sexual assault if she runs into the wrong people in public, what was the big hangup about nudity anyway?
In some of the more risqué party games at university she felt like guys tried to goad girls into flashing them because they felt like it gave them something over the girls, like by seeing their tits or asses it gave them some kind of power. Realistically, Tegan reasoned in her completely silent mental argument with herself, the girls were the ones with the power. The guys were the ones begging and pleading and manipulating and cajoling just to get a glimpse of areola. For some reason this worked even on the girls – they’d play act that they were shy and go red in the face when they lifted their shirts or finally lost their bras during a game of strip poker or truth or dare, and this only encouraged the guys who got off on their vulnerability. She wondered, if girls just walked around topless all the time, would guys eventually get bored with it? Maybe the act was all part of the game, the girls pretending they’re losing out so the guys keep trying to win. Well shit, she’d just convinced herself she should actually put some clothes on after all.
She wondered if the same logic applied to sex. The last few days had resulted in a fair amount of fucking, not to mention the kinky stuff. She wondered how much of that was driven purely by sexual frustration, three single guys living with a single girl, probably thinking about her with their hard dicks in their hands every night for months, never even trying to make a move until suddenly she makes the mother of all moves and says "hey boys, here I am, come and get it". If she kept being available would they get bored? Surely not. With her last boyfriend they’d been going at it like rabbits for months. Granted in a relationship sex wasn’t exactly free – there was a certain emotional component you have to maintain to keep the other person interested. Here there was no such requirement… what would they replace that with? Increasingly kinky sexual experimentation, probably. She secretly hoped. On that topic she had the opposite of a shopping list to write. She flipped to a fresh page and wrote "NO-NO LIST", dotting the I with a little heart, then underlining it twice.