Sam and Angus had departed for employment by the clock time Tegan exited the exhibitor and Brandon 's threshold was closed with no obvious mansion of life beyond. She assumed since he had a day off from division he was going to sleep in now that his morning itch had been dealt with, leaving Tegan at something of a loss of what to do with herself. Being drilled in both hollow this morning time had left her with a fire between her wooden leg but she was determined not to unbosom herself, hoping that sooner rather than later her outlet would do naturally as one of the guy wire used her.



After towelling off she threw on another sundress, again forgoing underwear, and busied herself with a few chores. She put on a consignment of washing and started to fill the cesspool to strike care of the dishes from last night 's dinner. As she dipped her hands in the soapy water system to wash the mantrap she drifted away into a daydream, imagining Sam coming home early, bending her over the sink and driving into her from rear end. She gripped the edge of the cesspool as she bent forward, biting her lip as she clenched her muscles, imagining his length sliding in and out. She pressed her thighs together, moaning as she felt herself edge closer and closer.



Abruptly a sound from the doorway startled her out of her fantasy and she spun around gasping in electric shock to see Brandon standing there, his mouth love feast, a deep in the headlamp look on his face, with him apparently being just as startled as her. She felt strangely vulnerable and not because of her semi-nakedness under the dress but because she felt like she had inadvertently shared a minute with him even more buck private than making him drop off hot semen on her nerve.

'' Sorry. '' Brandon was the first one to speak.

'' Sorry ! '' Tegan echoed, louder. `` I did n't mean to bound. I just did n't try you. '' she wiped her wet manus on her clothes then leaned back against the Bench, trying to adopt a fooling air.

"So."She left the particle suspension in the air between them, waiting for Brandon to make the next move. It had been about an hour since the handjob so there was no doubt Brandon would be more than fix for another round. Unfortunately she had no thought what he wanted from her. Her horniness had her wanting to simply spread her legs invitingly but felt that this kind of readiness from her would only labour him away.

Brandon opened his mouth as if to speak a few times then ultimately gave up and instead raised a paw to beckon to her. Tegan stepped slowly towards him then let him take her hand in his, guiding her backbone through the lounge domain and down the hallway, pausing before taking her into her room flicking on the light, even though the morning sun was streaming in through the vertical blind. Whatever Brandon had in mind he wanted to see it. Tegan guessed he chose her room because it was tidier, though she self-consciously cast her eyes around for anything particularly out of place. She hadn't remade her bed after her rude awakening from Oengus, though thankfully there was nothing particularly revealing apparent there, such as any stains from errant fluids.

Brandon guided her into the room to suffer by the bed then took her dress at the hips and started to snarf it. She helpfully raised her weapon system in a delicate, almost ballet-like movement to help him slip it off her to expose her nude bod once more. She lowered her hands to her sides, unabashed, though Brandon barely looked at her as he draped the dress over the loud rocking chair from IKEA that held about a quarter of her wardrobe.

Finally he looked at her directly, his consistency scanning from her facial expression down her nude sort. He lingered on her small pert boob and hard rose-colored nipples and then again when he reached her smooth hairless knoll and slightly puffy lips. Then his centre swept up again and she couldn't help but notice that he avoided meeting her eyes this clock time. Shyly, after a long here and now of hesitancy, he gestured to the bed. She slowly sat on the bound then after he repeated the gesture, lay down, resting her drumhead back on her pillow. Apparently Brandon was too timid to verbalise, but as long as she didn't ask any questions and remained compliant he was well-chosen to direct her. That was fine, compliant she could manage.

Standing beside her alongside the bed Brandon leaned over her and started to stroke his fingertips along her hide starting at her shoulder and down her arm, then starting again at her shoulder and down her breast, carefully avoiding her intemperate nipples and continuing down the sides of her belly and thigh. Tegan tried not to squirm, though it tickled, especially at her sides. Brandon then ran his fingerbreadth back up her body, becoming more deliberate with her trace, now running his hired hand over her peel. He groped her bosom gently then firmly, massaging the tissues as if trying to pull to memory the exact feel of them. He gently circled her teat with his thumbs then gave them a mollify mite between thumb and index finger fingerbreadth that sent a thrill of pleasure down her physical structure, making her button throb and peg quiver.

If Brandon noticed he didn't respond, content apparently to explore her body at his leisure time. Tegan pondered how many fille out there would be happy to let things to progress in this manner in a traditional relationship. Presumably after year of photograph to porn and none to tangible women Brandon had a lot head. She felt another thrill run through her body as she wondered how deep his curiousity ran and what she could help him discover.

Presently Brandon slipped his bridge player between her thigh which she parted slightly to allow him access and fought to keep on her cover from arching as he slid it up to her bald, puffy slit. She parted her thighs a little more as he gently eased his finger between her outer and inner mouth, plunging them clumsily towards the slippery heat of her core. After some moving around she felt a single fingerbreadth inside her and she stretched her pegleg, pointing her toes as her athirst fix gripped at the interloper. She turned her capitulum to glance at him and he seemed to be completely spike by her sex. At some item he had let his bloomers drop-off to the flooring without her noticing and his hard-on was noticeably straining at the front of his boxer-briefs.

Brandon's fingerbreadth withdrew from her and she watched as he brought his hand up, inspecting his finger and smelling her wetness left behind before tasting it gingerly. His aspect didn't give anything away of his mentation on the matter but he instead ran his hand up her thigh and repeated the process, this meter finding her opening more easily and sliding two finger inside. Tegan stifled a soft groan, feeling him push into her then cup her pussy with her hand, sliding his fingers out then using them to distribute her lips and massage her clit. Truth be told it had been daytime since her last orgasm and she had been fucked respective times since then, so Brandon's unskilled ministrations were driving her wilderness with penury. He gently held her clit between her finger's breadth and massaged it in small roach causing her hips to automatically rise up up to his hand seeking more pressure, Sir Thomas More speed. Brandon took his free hand and started to massage her closer breast, gently squeezing and tugging on the nipple. Taking a cue from the urging trembling in her body he started applying Thomas More zip to her button, making faster circles.

Tegan let out a laboured moan as she crests closer to her dismissal and in her desire she reaches for Brandon's stiff cock through the material of his underwear, bobbing tantalisingly near her shoulder, and then a startled cry as Brandon pulls away, her orgasm fluttering away like a swarm of so many confused butterfly. She sits up as Brandon backs away from her, apologetic, broken, but most of all frustrated.

"B, what's wrong ? Come back, please ?"She raised her sleeve, trying to coax him towards her into a gentle embrace as he glanced at her with a facial expression that she almost mistook for treason but quickly realised was embarrassment, shame. She looked down at his Jockey shorts and saw the plain dampness of ejaculation in the front line of his underwear and a distinctly deflated bulge. The poor guy must have been on the brink himself, and all she needed was a equal to set him off. She looked back up to his brass, trying to catch up with his eye as she knelt on the mattress. She had to give him back dominance, make him pull in that it wasn't over yet.

"B, come here. I'll do whatever you want. Just seed here. Please ?"she did her best to make it sound pleading instead of frustrated, like she needed him - considering the sexually frustrated state he had her in it wasn't hard. He sidled back over to the bed and she took him gently by the arm and lay him down, offering a nipple to his sassing as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his mucilaginous underwear and coaxed him out of them. Seemingly distracted he was glad to abide by for now, as she begrudgingly pulled her nipple from his mouth and kissed her way down her torso to make out face to font with his cock. Following his fortuity she had something of a muss to contend with, with a sheen of ejaculate coating his shaft and balls. Well that was just fine, and she was going to convince him it was ok with her if it killed her.

"What a raft you made."She chastised him, hopefully making it illuminate to his nervousness that she was trying to be playful as she took his dick in her mild men and gently caressed it, feeling it immediately respond… there was no doubt Brandon had the stamina befitting a young single man to go and go and go… he just needed experience to slow down that hair's-breadth initiation."What a sticky…"she licked at his tip"…gooey…"she gently took one of his testicle in her mouth and swirled saliva all over it, sucking it neat of his jizz"…mess."She took his blossoming shaft in her mouth, swallowing it in one swoop as she sucked it houseclean, savouring the flavour. seminal fluid wasn't a particularly dainty smell, she'd be lying if she said it was ( especially if the guy didn't eat a lot of fruit ), but it was something she enjoyed because it meant that she'd provided pleasure and the association was too unassailable to disconnect.

"Cum is my favored food"Tegan lied"so from now on if you need to cum I will consider it a personal insult if it doesn't go in my mouth."

Brandon groaned as Tegan took his swelling member in her oral cavity again, remembering how this went last time. The idea of blowing his load in her mouth had seemed insanely hot but he was worried that it was somehow nauseous, that adult female only did it in smut or because men wanted them to. But here was this insane daughter who was offering herself up to him and begging for it. Even as he gazed down at her polishing and cleaning his shaft and glob he was visualising the pornography he'd seen, videos of women taking a load in their backtalk and on their faces, sometimes even playing with it. It was definitely his best-loved part of any picture and he shuddered thinking about it. Was this for real ? She seemed to have no trouble cleaning him up. Would Tegan willingly contract it anytime, any lieu ? He groaned aloud at the mentation before bringing his attention back to the gentle rim enveloping his humanness, the emerald eyes shining up at him. Finally he found the courage to speak.

"I want to taste you as well."

"Mmm ?"Tegan responded, feeling him tweet in her mouth.

"I want to eat you… can we sixty-nine ?"

"Mmm !"Tegan moaned in concord. She eagerly hopped up on the bed then lowered herself over him, swinging one knee over his side to lower her dripping slice to him as she resumed her viva ministrations on his shaft.

Brandon had a pinnacle reward over Tegan so with her head bobbing smoothly over his private parts he found himself gazing down at hers, cheek to expression with the real thing for the first time. He curled his arms around the outside of her thigh and comprehend her firm cheeks, pulling them apart to break her fully. The first base thing he noticed was the tiny crumple star of her butthole, at the moment looking a picayune swollen and chafe. He had a dead reckoning as to why - and he groaned as his peter involuntarily flexed in Tegan's backtalk at the idea. He'd seen his ploughshare of anal retentive smut but again, this was something he had long suspected would never bechance to him in real life.

Just a midget distance away though was the rattling germ of his desires. Her hairless outer labia were parted slightly to display her pink interior, her internal lips just slightly peeking out. He crawled his fingerbreadth a little, altering his grip and pulled her back talk apart to reveal Sir Thomas More of her indulgent plication, wanting to gaze directly at her warm ingress. Another involuntary flex in Tegan's mouth and his entire organic structure shuddered this clip. He took her by the pelvis and pulled her bodily closer to his facial expression, closing his mouth over her pussycat and delving in with his tongue, probing for that wet mess and lapping her juices.

Tegan gave an appreciative moan as she used her hands to direct him in force to her mouth. With the height divergence she could not take him as easily but she compensated by using her hand to stroke the rear one-half of the shaft and fondle his balls while continuing to center her ministration around the head. Brandon oral examination skills were enthusiastic at least, and she couldn't avail but grind her hip, trying to find some way to get pressure level on her throbbing clit as he seemed singularly determined to campaign his lingua inside her.

At the other end Brandon's inexperienced tongue was quickly beginning to tire so he decided to change scheme. He swirled his tongue downwards and found her clit at the fissure of her inner lip then closed his mouth over it applying suck. The mute moan around his shaft was a sure enough sign he was on to something so, taking encouragement, he started massaging that area with his sassing, varying the amount of suction and occasionally flicking it with his spit. This elicited more moans and he noticed that Tegan's efforts were becoming slower, less focused. The musical theme that he was giving her so much delight she couldn't properly reciprocate suddenly overwhelmed him and he let out a loud groan, digging his fingers into her ass face and sucking her clit with as much force as he could muster as he felt his orb tighten. Tegan held him in her mouth and started stroking him rapidly with her hand as his hips bucked more of his length into her backtalk and she applied suction, tightening her mouth around the swelling header as he exploded against the back of her throat. Brandon's sucking mouth against her aching clit finally pushed her over the bound as well and she moaned through a mouthful of his midst seed, greedily swallowing it down, her body quaking as she finally released her pent up need.

The swallowing sensation set off another exit of Brandon's and he flooded her sass a s time before pulling his back talk from her slit and laying back, breathing hard. Tegan swallowed again and started gently easing off, a few last slow movements of her head, a swirl of the tongue to clean up any finale remainder, then she let his slowly wilting heart and soul slip from her lip. She lay across him catching her breathing time and feeling somewhat spent, gently holding his dick in her left script content to wait until he decided to break the silence.

After a few minutes, just as Tegan was wondering if Brandon had dozed off, he asked"was that good ?"

"Yes, it was wonderful."

"I mean, did you come ?"

"Oh, yes. I did."She stifled a giggle. Coming always made her a little bit giddy and having a conversation about it was weird.

"Really, you're not just saying that ?"

"Really. I'm not going to lie Brandon, some miss you meet will talk through one's hat it. I've done it before, when I feel like it's significant. But not now, with you."She gently slid off him and rolled onto her side, propping herself up on her elbow to take care at him.

"Is it of import that I come ?"

"I… you know… I want to know you're enjoying it."

"That's more considerate than a lot of guys."Tegan said with a small smiling."And if you have a girl you care about I am sure she will take account it."

"I care about you !"Brandon protested.

"Brandon I've basically agreed to be a live-in sex toy. Not just for you, but for Angus and Sam too. I… I don't want to ruin the mood here but I don't want there to be any misinterpretation that lead to jealousy."

"I know, I didn't mean it like that. I just think of I care that you enjoy it too."

"Well the deal is that you get to use me for your pleasure. I might not always come, girlfriend are tricksy like that. Don't headache about it too much."Tegan sighed and rolled onto her back, stretching with a yawn."The reality is I'm going to be having a lot of sex in the near future. Sometimes I'll ejaculate, sometimes I won't."

Brandon pensively stared at her for a long moment, mainly at her teat, before asking"What made you agree to this ?"

"Made me ? It was my idea, remember."

"Ok why did you suggest this then."

"I'm single, you guys are exclusive, and this is way easier than finding another job. It helps that I like sex a lot too, but who doesn't ?"

"have you been with a lot of guy rope ?"

"Are you asking out of jealousy ?"

"No, just curious."

Tegan propped herself up on her elbow again."The solvent is no. I've been with two guys before this week. I lost my virginity in 9th grade. That guy lost interest in me as soon as he got what he wanted. I didn't hook up with anyone again until I was in university. We were together for a year, then broke up. I've been 1 ever since."

"Oh."

"You seem kinda surprised."

"I guess I thought you were…"

"…a slut ?"

Brandon shrugged awkwardly, avoiding her gaze.

"I'm not offended. What else would you think ? Anyway, if I wasn't before, I am now. And I'm not ashamed of that. It's actually…"

"Liberating ?"

"Exactly. If there's one thing I've noticed about honest-to-god citizenry it's that they more often regret the affair they didn't do more than the things they did. So, I'm doing things. While I'm still young."

"So… what former stuff have you done ?"

"What do you think of ?"Tegan asked, coyly.

"well I mean apart from what we've done together… you know. With your boyfriend."

"Jeez, you want me to go into the sordid contingent of my one significant relationship ?"

"I guess not, not really."

"Brandon if what you're trying to enter out is what variety of stuff you can do with me… let's just say for now that there's very little not on the table. Use your imagination."After a moment's pause she added"Just nothing involving like… poop or vomit."

"Gross."Brandon grimaced.

"gladiolus we're in agreement on that ! Any other question ?"

"Have you ever been with a girl ?"

"Aargh !"Tegan threw up her workforce and flopped back on the bed."Yes, ok private detective, you got me."

"Well ?"

"Oh so now you want item ?"

"Well… yeah !"

"No die, B. Maybe another time. When I'm drunk."Tegan laughed."Really drunk."

"I guess for now I'll just use my imagination."

"You're imagining it right now, aren't you ?"Tegan lifted her headway to front at him, watching his hammer swell from half mast to wide again before her center."Really ? !"

"Sorry ?"

"A woman's work is never done."Tegan said with a mock sigh as she crawled over to him and swept her mouth over his swell phallus once more…