House Slut 8

Authors note: I tried something a little different this chapter and while overall these stories seem to be well received, I’d welcome any feedback for Tegan’s adventures going forward.

Anything you like, don’t like, etc., especially if anyone feels like there’s too much talking. Still plenty of ideas to work with but if you have anything you’d like to see let me know in the comments and I will see if I can incorporate it.

After their chat Brandon left Tegan’s bed to go back to his own room and Tegan just lay there for a while contemplating her position. Some of the things she said to Brandon surprised even herself. When she first proposed her offer to the guys she wasn’t even sure if they’d accept the offer or how it would play out from there. Her sexual experience was vanilla up to this point so maybe she was out of her depth, but something had definitely awakened in her. There was so much more to sex than she’d thought though admittedly she wasn’t the experienced connoisseur of internet porn that Brandon was. Her appetite for sex was voracious. Even now, with Brandon’s semen coagulating inside her warm cunt, she wanted more. Was this nymphomania? She didn’t want to self-label herself, since maybe she was just really horny, but what if it ran deeper than that? Still, it was early days. Maybe she should see if she could last the week before jumping to conclusions.

At that moment another silhouette obscured the doorway – Sam. He entered the room boldly, and somewhat disconcertingly, already nude. His semi-erect cock swayed back and forth and Tegan sat up in bed, swinging her legs off the edge.

“Let me just go freshen up-“ she started but Sam pushed her back with a firm hand then grabbed her thighs, pulling her forcefully to the edge of the bed.

“That won’t be necessary.”

“Uh? Are you-“

“I saw Brandon leave.” Sam started caressing her little tits, idly rubbing his cock across her red public curls above her bare slit. “I want seconds.”

Tegan lay back, letting Sam have control as he gently pinched and pulled on her nipples. Timidly, she spread her thighs for him, exposing her freshly fucked pussy. Seconds… the phrase sloppy seconds ran through her mind. To her the phrase always seemed to be used in a derogatory fashion – either to denigrate a promiscuous girl, or to mock a guy for mistakenly thinking he was the only one in a sexual relationship with her. It didn’t seem like he was being derogatory, despite the fact she had just finished having sex a few minutes ago. No, he seemed to specifically want to fuck her while she was still ‘sloppy’, so to speak.

She bit her lip with a moan as he entered her, his cock pushing into her sticky hole, arching her back as he began steadily pumping away at her. This wasn’t the first time Sam had reacted like this – a couple of mornings ago he’d accosted her in the hallway and fucked her against the wall when she was about to clean a fresh coating off her face. She wondered, was he bi? Was it a cuckold thing? Or some other fetish she hadn’t even heard of?

As her mind wandered, swimming with curiosity Sam hooked his arms under her knees, lifting her ass off the bed to more easily enter her in his standing position. She let out a startled cry of pleasure as the angle of entry changed and his pace quickened, pinching her own nipples. Brandon had not brought her to orgasm – not that she’d expected her to – but he’d certainly lit a fire. Sam was steadily feeding it and she could feel her legs shaking in his grip as he steadily pounded her and she began involuntarily flexing the muscles in her vagina, reaching down between her legs to furiously stroke her clit.

Sam lowered Tegan back to the bed and hunched over her, bracing his weight on his arms and slamming downwards into her pelvis, her thighs pressed up against her ribs as he crushed her under his muscular body. She found herself holding her breath for extended periods as her orgasm surged closer and closer, each inhale accompanied by a high pitched cry, until suddenly her release crashed through her like a wave and her body shook under Sam as he growled in her ear “You were made for taking dick weren’t you?”

Tegan could only moan in response.

“You love being used.”

“Yes!” Tegan managed to respond in a desperate cry as he continued to plough her trembling body.

“You want my cum.”

“Please.” She pleaded as his steady rhythm kept up the aftershocks of her orgasm, almost too much to bear.

“Squeeze those useless little tits together.” Sam commanded. Tegan knew he was trying to humiliate her but a small part of her pride couldn’t help but he stung by his comment about her breast size. She cupped her breasts at the size and squeezed them together to create as much of a crease of cleavage as she could, her pink nipples pointed towards each other.

“Yeah, just like that.” Sam grunted, a little strain in his voice as he seemed to be getting close to the edge now. Finally he pulled out of her sloppy hole and released her legs, clambering on the bed to straddle her waist. She could feel his balls tickling her flat belly as he took his cock in his right hand, pressed the tip of his cock against the underside of her improvised cleavage and let loose with a satisfied groan, squirting his hot load in the shallow crevice between her tits.

When he seemed to be finished he moved her hands away so her tits settled back into their relatively flat state to enjoy the sight of the mess he’d made.

“Well you might not have enough tit to fuck, but they still look great.”

For all the vulgarity she’d been exposed to the last few days, she was not used to having her appearance mocked and self consciously covered her breasts with her hands, turning her head to the side.

“Hey, don’t pout.