House Slut – The First Morning

Tegan awoke abruptly as she head the door to her room open and a swathe of light cut across her bed for a moment, disturbed as someone entered through the ajar door, then another click and the room was cast into darkness again. She could hear someone’s breathing other than her own, confirming if it were not already obvious that the person remained in the room with her. For a few confused moments she wondered why, then a few lingering aches in her body reminded her of her arrangement with her three housemates. Any time, any place, anyway, she was theirs, and presumably it was sometime in the morning and one of her housemates had come to reap their benefits.
So far she hadn’t moved, or made any sound. It occurred to her she’d gone to sleep in the nude last night, which presumably did nothing to dissuade her visitor. She was sleeping curled up on her side facing away from the door, so her visitor had only seen her back and butt in the moments the room was lit by the light from outside. Presumably he was now letting his eyes adjust to the gloom of her room, lit only by the LEDs of her alarm clock and small personal stereo.
Tegan wondered who the visitor was. Presumably Angus, she had a feeling on he would be so bold while at the same time being so subversive as to enter her room while she was sleeping without at least announcing himself. She considered the possibility that whoever it was was only there for the thrill or to peek at her which put her in mind of Brandon who was more standoffish and shy. Given his present virgin status (well, technically), she felt like he was the least like to approach the subject openly or directly.
Presently she felt a pressure on the bed next to her, and a hand caressing her from her shoulder down her back to her ass. It sent a chill through her, and she shivered, but otherwise did not respond. She assumed whoever it was wanted her to be asleep and for the time being she would stay that way. As much as her mind was abuzz with curiousity, she carefully maintained what she assumed was her regular breathing rhythm.
Then suddenly she felt fingers spreading her cheeks and the unmistakeable cold dab of lubricant being applied to her swollen, tender asshole. She could not held but flinch, another shudder as the chill ran through her and she adjusted to the change as the person carefully smeared it around, then deftly pushed a little inside her with a fingertip.
In Tegan’s mind it was no longer ‘the person’. It was Angus. It was undoubtedly Angus, the man who so far had a track record with fucking her in the ass and not being shy about it. Not only was he here to molest a sleeping girl, but to violate her anally to boot? She wonder how long it would take before he tired of that game and showed an interest in her other body parts.
The pressure next to her on the bed increased and she continued to feign sleep, though she doubted Angus was fooled, or cared. Presumably he was taking a moment to prepare his tab D for her slot A, and at that point the pretense would be over with. Sure enough, she felt his lubricated head slip between her cheeks and press at her tender anus, easing beyond her resistance. She expected pain given that she had not had time to recover, but she assumed he would be sensible, and take her gently.
Tegan gasped as his cockhead popped past her swollen ring, and with that Angus gave up the game too, gripping her hip and rolling her onto her front to lie atop her and hold her in place as he eased in. He was rock hard! He must have had some legendary-level morning wood and come straight to her to deal with it. She could only hope waking up ready to go had him nearly ready to pop, too.
Tegan threw out her arms and pulled her pillow to her face, biting down and moaning out as he fed inch after inch of his fat prick into her backdoor, until finally the entire thick chode was buried between her pale cheeks, stretching out her ring for the second time in (she estimated, unsure of the exact time) eight hours.
Once inside Angus took his time to hold her in place, impaled below him, before he started moving. She could feel him inside her, moving around being caressed by the silky pocket of her rectum, her tight ring gripping at and trying to repel the intruder, her resistance apparently only making his penis harder.