Sam and Angus had departed for body of work by the time Tegan exited the shower and Brandon 's door was closed with no obvious sign of life beyond. She assumed since he had a day off from form he was going to sleep in now that his forenoon urges had been dealt with, leaving Tegan at something of a loss of what to do with herself. Being drilled in both hollow this first light had left her with a fire between her legs but she was determined not to relieve herself, hoping that Oklahoman rather than later her release would come naturally as one of the guys used her.



After towelling off she threw on another sundress, again forgoing underwear, and busied herself with a few task. She put on a load of washing and started to replete the sink to take upkeep of the mantrap from last night 's dinner. As she dipped her hired man in the soapy H2O to wash off the dishes she drifted away into a daydream, imagining Sam coming home early, bending her over the sink and driving into her from behind. She gripped the boundary of the sink as she bent forward, biting her lip as she clenched her muscles, imagining his duration 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 illusion and she spun around gasping in cushion to see Brandon standing there, his mouthpiece love feast, a deep in the headlight look on his grimace, with him apparently being just as jump as her. She felt strangely vulnerable and not because of her semi-nakedness under the wearing apparel but because she felt like she had inadvertently shared a moment with him even more private than making him unload hot seed on her face.

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

'' Sorry ! '' Tegan echoed, louder. `` I did n't mean to jump. I just did n't hear you. '' she wiped her wet handwriting on her dress then leaned back against the workbench, trying to dramatize a chance air.

"So."She left the subatomic particle suspension in the air between them, waiting for Brandon to make the next movement. It had been about an hour since the handjob so there was no doubt Brandon would be more than than make for another round. Unfortunately she had no idea what he wanted from her. Her horniness had her wanting to simply unfold her wooden leg invitingly but felt that this sort of cockiness from her would only repel him away.

Brandon opened his back talk as if to address a few times then ultimately gave up and instead raised a hand to beckon to her. Tegan stepped slowly towards him then let him have her hand in his, guiding her backrest through the lounge area and down the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, pausing before taking her into her elbow room flicking on the light, even though the morning time sun was streaming in through the upright blinds. Whatever Brandon had in judgement he wanted to see it. Tegan guessed he chose her room because it was tidier, though she self-consciously cast her eye around for anything particularly out of home. She hadn't remade her bed after her rude awakening from Angus, though thankfully there was nothing particularly let out apparent there, such as any stains from errant fluids.

Brandon guided her into the room to stomach by the bed then took her dress at the articulatio coxae and started to lift it. She helpfully raised her arms in a delicate, almost ballet-like move to help him slip it off her to reveal her nude variety once more. She lowered her hands to her side of meat, unabashed, though Brandon barely looked at her as he draped the clothes over the tacky rocking chair from IKEA that held about a quarter of her wardrobe.

Finally he looked at her directly, his body scanning from her face down her nude form. He lingered on her small pert breasts and hard rosy teat and then again when he reached her unruffled hairless hillock and slightly tumid lips. Then his optic swept up again and she couldn't help but notice that he avoided meeting her eye this time. Shyly, after a farsighted second of vacillation, he gestured to the bed. She slowly sat on the edge then after he repeated the gesture, lay down, resting her head back on her pillow. Apparently Brandon was too timid to express, but as long as she didn't ask any questions and remained compliant he was well-chosen to train 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 skin start at her shoulder and down her arm, then starting again at her berm and down her pectus, carefully avoiding her severely mammilla 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 finger's breadth back up her trunk, becoming more measured with her touch, now running his hands over her skin. He groped her white meat gently then firmly, massaging the tissue paper as if trying to commit to memory the precise feel of them. He gently circled her nipples with his thumbs then gave them a lenify mite between quarter round and index finger's breadth that sent a thrill of pleasure down her body, making her clit throb and wooden leg quiver.

If Brandon noticed he didn't respond, content apparently to explore her body at his leisure. Tegan pondered how many girl out there would be happy to allow things to come on in this fashion in a traditional family relationship. Presumably after eld of exposure to porn and none to real women Brandon had a lot inquiry. She felt another thrill run through her body as she wondered how oceanic abyss his curiousity ran and what she could help him discover.

Presently Brandon slipped his hand between her thighs which she parted slightly to countenance him access and fought to keep her dorsum from arching as he slid it up to her bald, tumescent slit. She parted her thighs a little more as he gently eased his fingers between her outer and inner sass, plunging them clumsily towards the slippery heat energy of her core. After some moving around she felt a single digit inside her and she stretched her wooden leg, pointing her toes as her hungry hole gripped at the intruder. She turned her brain to glance at him and he seemed to be completely hypnotised by her sex. At some point he had let his gasp drop to the story without her noticing and his hard-on was noticeably straining at the front of his boxer-briefs.

Brandon's finger 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 face didn't give anything away of his idea on the affair but he instead ran his hand up her thigh and repeated the cognitive operation, this time finding her opening to a greater extent easily and sliding two fingers inside. Tegan stifled a soft groan, feeling him push into her then cup her pussy with her hired man, sliding his fingerbreadth out then using them to spread her lips and massage her clitoris. the true be told it had been days since her last orgasm and she had been fucked several multiplication since then, so Brandon's inexpert relief were driving her wild with need. He gently held her clit between her digit and massaged it in small circles causing her hips to automatically rise up to his hand seeking more pressure, more speed. Brandon took his spare helping hand and started to massage her closer breast, gently squeezing and tugging on the nipple. Taking a cue from the urgency trembling in her eubstance he started applying more vigour to her clit, making faster circles.

Tegan let out a strained groan as she crests tight to her expiration 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 drove of so many disconcert butterfly stroke. She sits up as Brandon backs away from her, excusatory, confused, but nearly of all frustrated.

"B, what's wrongly ? Come back, please ?"She raised her weapons system, trying to palaver him towards her into a gentle embracing as he glanced at her with a look that she almost mistook for treachery but quickly realised was embarrassment, shame. She looked down at his Jockey shorts and saw the evident dampness of ejaculation in the battlefront of his underwear and a distinctly deflated extrusion. The pathetic guy must own been on the brink himself, and all she needed was a touch to set him off. She looked back up to his look, trying to catch his eye as she knelt on the mattress. She had to move over him back control, make him realise that it wasn't over yet.

"B, come here. I'll do whatever you want. Just come here. please ?"she did her skilful to make it voice pleading instead of frustrated, like she needed him - considering the sexually thwart res publica 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 mamilla to his mouth as she hooked her digit into the waistband of his sticky underwear and coaxed him out of them. Seemingly distracted he was glad to comply for now, as she begrudgingly pulled her nipple from his rima oris and kissed her way down her torso to come face to face with his cock. Following his chance event she had something of a mess to make out with, with a shininess of semen coating his ray of light 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 mess you made."She chastised him, hopefully making it exculpate to his nervousness that she was trying to be playful as she took his putz in her lenient hands and gently caressed it, feeling it immediately respond… there was no dubiety Brandon had the stamina befitting a young single man to go and go and go… he just needed experience to slow down down that hair trigger."What a sticky…"she licked at his tip"…gooey…"she gently took one of his balls in her mouth and swirled saliva all over it, sucking it fair of his jizz"…mess."She took his anthesis shaft in her mouthpiece, swallowing it in one swoop as she sucked it sportsmanlike, savouring the feeling. ejaculate wasn't a particularly skillful smack, 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 strong to disconnect.

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

Brandon groaned as Tegan took his swelling member in her oral fissure again, remembering how this went cobbler's last time. The theme of blowing his incumbrance in her mouth had seemed insanely hot but he was worried that it was somehow violative, that women only did it in porn or because men wanted them to. But here was this insane little girl who was offering herself up to him and begging for it. Even as he gazed down at her polishing and cleaning his jibe and balls he was visualising the porn he'd seen, television of cleaning woman taking a loading in their mouth and on their faces, sometimes even playing with it. It was definitely his favorite constituent of any video and he shuddered thinking about it. Was this for real ? She seemed to accept no problem cleaning him up. Would Tegan willingly take it anytime, any blank space ? He groaned aloud at the thought before bringing his care back to the diffuse lips enveloping his manhood, the emerald eye shining up at him. Finally he found the courage to speak.

"I want to taste you as well."

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

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

"Mmm !"Tegan moaned in agreement. She eagerly hopped up on the bed then lowered herself over him, swinging one knee over his face to depress her dripping gash to him as she resumed her oral ministrations on his shaft.

Brandon had a height reward over Tegan so with her head bobbing smoothly over his crotch he found himself gazing down at hers, fount to side with the existent thing for the for the first time time. He curled his arms around the exterior of her thigh and grasps her firm impudence, pulling them apart to let out her fully. The first thing he noticed was the tiny puckered star topology of her butthole, at the moment looking a little swollen and irritated. He had a guess as to why - and he groaned as his gumshoe involuntarily flexed in Tegan's mouth at the estimate. He'd seen his plowshare of anal pornography but again, this was something he had long suspected would never occur to him in real life.

Just a tiny distance away though was the rattling source of his desires. Her hairless outer labia were parted slightly to break her garden pink insides, her inner backtalk just slightly peeking out. He crawled his fingers a piddling, altering his bobby pin and pulled her lips apart to reveal to a greater extent of her cushy folds, wanting to stare directly at her warm entering. Another nonvoluntary flex in Tegan's mouth and his stallion soundbox shuddered this time. He took her by the rosehip and pulled her bodily closer to his human face, closing his backtalk over her pussy and delving in with his natural language, probing for that wet hole and lapping her juices.

Tegan gave an appreciative moan as she used her hands to organise him better to her mouth. With the stature difference she could not take him as easily but she compensated by using her hand to stroke the behind half of the shaft and caress his balls while continuing to focus her ministration around the oral sex. Brandon oral accomplishment were enthusiastic at least, and she couldn't help but drudge her coxa, trying to find some way to get pressure on her throbbing clitoris as he seemed singularly determined to drive his tongue inside her.

At the former end Brandon's inexperienced clapper was quickly beginning to jade so he decided to exchange strategy. He swirled his tongue downwards and found her clit at the cleft of her inner lip then closed his mouth over it applying suction. The muffled groan around his prick was a sure as shooting signaling he was on to something so, taking encouragement, he started massaging that field with his rima oris, varying the amount of suction and occasionally flicking it with his tongue. This elicited more moans and he noticed that Tegan's efforts were becoming slower, less focalise. The idea that he was giving her so a good deal pleasure she couldn't properly reciprocate suddenly overwhelmed him and he let out a loud groan, digging his digit into her ass cheeks and sucking her clit with as very much forcefulness as he could come up as he felt his balls tighten. Tegan held him in her mouth and started stroking him rapidly with her hand as his pelvic girdle bucked Sir Thomas More of his length into her rima oris and she applied suction, tightening her mouth around the swelling headway as he exploded against the back of her throat. Brandon's sucking sassing against her aching clit finally pushed her over the edge as well and she moaned through a mouthful of his thick seed, greedily swallowing it down, her body quaking as she finally released her pent up need.

The swallowing sensation set off another release of Brandon's and he flooded her sassing a s fourth dimension before pulling his mouth from her twat and laying back, breathing heavily. Tegan swallowed again and started gently easing off, a few stopping point slow move of her head teacher, a swirl of the tongue to pick up any finis residual, then she let his slowly wilting centre slip from her lip. She lay across him catching her breath and feeling somewhat spent, gently holding his dick in her go out paw cognitive content to hold off 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 sound ?"

"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 girl you meet will fudge it. I've done it before, when I feel like it's important. But not now, with you."She gently slid off him and rolled onto her side, propping herself up on her elbow to expect at him.

"Is it important 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 humble smile."And if you have a young woman you care about I am sure enough she will appreciate 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 Oengus and Sam too. I… I don't want to ruin the modality 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 have in mind I care that you enjoy it too."

"fountainhead the deal is that you get to use me for your joy. I might not always come, female child are foxy like that. Don't vexation 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 seminal fluid, sometimes I won't."

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

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

"Ok why did you hint this then."

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

"Have you been with a lot of guys ?"

"Are you asking out of jealousy ?"

"No, just curious."

Tegan propped herself up on her elbow joint again."The answer is no. I've been with two guys before this week. I lost my virginity in 9th degree. 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 unity ever since."

"Oh."

"You seem kinda surprised."

"I guess I thought you were…"

"…a loose woman ?"

Brandon shrugged awkwardly, avoiding her gaze.

"I'm not offended. What else would you believe ? 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 older people it's that they more often regret the matter they didn't do more than the things they did. So, I'm doing things. While I'm still young."

"So… what early hooey have you done ?"

"What do you stand for ?"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 details of my one important relationship ?"

"I guess not, not really."

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

"Gross."Brandon grimaced.

"gladiolus we're in agreement on that ! Any early questions ?"

"Have you ever been with a girl ?"

"Aargh !"Tegan threw up her work force and flopped back on the bed."Yes, ok Sherlock, you got me."

"well ?"

"Oh so now you want detail ?"

"Well… yeah !"

"No dice, 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 head to wait at him, watching his stopcock sheik from half mast to wide again before her optic."Really ? !"

"Sorry ?"

"A woman's oeuvre is never done."Tegan said with a mock suspiration as she crawled over to him and swept her mouth over his egotistical member once more…