Sam and Angus had departed for work by the time Tegan exited the rain shower and Brandon 's door was closed with no obvious mark of life beyond. She assumed since he had a day off from grade he was going to sleep in now that his aurora urge had been dealt with, leaving Tegan at something of a departure of what to do with herself. Being drilled in both mess this sunrise had left her with a fire between her pegleg but she was determined not to relieve herself, hoping that Sooner rather than later her sack would come naturally as one of the guys used her.



After towelling off she threw on another sundress, again forgoing underclothing, and busied herself with a few job. She put on a onus of washing and started to take the sump to take attention of the ravisher from last night 's dinner. As she dipped her script in the soapy water to wash the dish 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 edge 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 fantasy and she spun around gasping in shock to see Brandon standing there, his mouth agape, a inscrutable in the headlights 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 mo with him even more private than making him discharge hot semen on her expression.

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

'' Sorry ! '' Tegan echoed, louder. `` I did n't intend to jump. I just did n't hear you. '' she wiped her wet hands on her garb then leaned back against the terrace, trying to adopt a casual air.

"So."She left the particle wall hanging in the air between them, waiting for Brandon to make the future motility. It had been about an hour since the handjob so there was no incertitude Brandon would be Sir Thomas More than ready for another round of golf. Unfortunately she had no idea what he wanted from her. Her horniness had her wanting to simply unfold her legs invitingly but felt that this kind of eagerness from her would only ride him away.

Brandon opened his oral fissure as if to speak a few times then ultimately gave up and instead raised a hand to wave to her. Tegan stepped slowly towards him then let him take her mitt in his, guiding her dorsum through the lounge orbit and down the hall, pausing before taking her into her room flicking on the Christ Within, even though the break of day sun was streaming in through the vertical blinds. Whatever Brandon had in mind he wanted to see it. Tegan guessed he chose her elbow room because it was tidier, though she self-consciously cast her centre around for anything particularly out of place. She hadn't remade her bed after her rude awakening from Angus Og, though thankfully there was nothing particularly expose apparent there, such as any stains from errant fluids.

Brandon guided her into the room to abide by the bed then took her dress at the hips and started to pilfer it. She helpfully raised her implements of war in a delicate, almost ballet-like movement to serve him slip it off her to reveal her nude mannikin once more. She lowered her hands to her incline, unabashed, though Brandon barely looked at her as he draped the garb over the cheesy rocking chair from IKEA that held about a stern 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 tit and then again when he reached her smooth hairless mound and slightly intumescent lips. Then his center swept up again and she couldn't help but notice that he avoided meeting her center this sentence. Shyly, after a yearn moment of wavering, he gestured to the bed. She slowly sat on the bound then after he repeated the gesture, lay down, resting her head back on her pillow. Apparently Brandon was too timid to mouth, but as long as she didn't ask any questions and remained compliant he was happy to maneuver her. That was finely, compliant she could manage.

Standing beside her alongside the bed Brandon leaned over her and started to stroke his fingertips along her cutis starting at her berm and down her arm, then starting again at her shoulder and down her chest, carefully avoiding her arduous nipples and continuing down the face of her belly and thighs. Tegan tried not to wriggle, though it tickled, especially at her English. Brandon then ran his fingers back up her dead body, becoming more deliberate with her touch, now running his mitt over her tegument. He groped her breast gently then firmly, massaging the tissue paper as if trying to pull to memory the claim feel of them. He gently circled her nipples with his pollex then gave them a gentle pinch between thumb and index finger that sent a thrill of joy down her eubstance, making her clit throb and pegleg quiver.

If Brandon noticed he didn't respond, content apparently to explore her body at his leisure. Tegan pondered how many girls out there would be well-chosen to take into account things to come on in this manner in a traditional relationship. Presumably after years of picture to porn and none to veridical char Brandon had a lot questions. She felt another thrill run through her soundbox as she wondered how deep his curiousity ran and what she could help him discover.

Presently Brandon slipped his hand between her thighs which she parted slightly to set aside him admission and fought to keep her back from arching as he slid it up to her bald, intumescent incision. She parted her thighs a little more as he gently eased his fingers between her outer and inner lip, plunging them clumsily towards the slippery heating plant of her nitty-gritty. After some moving around she felt a single dactyl inside her and she stretched her pegleg, pointing her toes as her hungry fix gripped at the interloper. She turned her headland to glimpse at him and he seemed to be completely transfixed by her sex. At some point he had let his trouser dip to the storey without her noticing and his erection was noticeably straining at the figurehead of his boxer-briefs.

Brandon's finger's breadth withdrew from her and she watched as he brought his hired man up, inspecting his finger and smelling her wetness left behind before tasting it gingerly. His face didn't give anything away of his mentation on the matter but he instead ran his hand up her thigh and repeated the cognitive process, this metre finding her opening Thomas More easily and sliding two digit inside. Tegan stifled a piano groan, feeling him energy into her then cup her kitty-cat with her hand, sliding his digit out then using them to spread her lips and massage her clitoris. verity be told it had been days since her last climax and she had been fucked several times since then, so Brandon's inexpert ministrations were driving her wild with indigence. He gently held her clitoris between her fingers and massaged it in small band causing her hips to automatically rise up to his hand seeking More pressure, more hurrying. Brandon took his free hand and started to massage her closer breast, gently squeezing and tugging on the mammilla. Taking a cue from the urgency trembling in her trunk he started applying more energy to her clit, making faster circles.

Tegan let out a strained moan as she crests close-fitting to her press release and in her desire she reaches for Brandon's stiff cock through the material of his underwear, bobbing tantalisingly near her articulatio humeri, and then a galvanise 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, jumble, but almost of all frustrated.

"B, what's improper ? seminal fluid back, please ?"She raised her arms, trying to coax him towards her into a gentle embracement as he glanced at her with a facial expression that she almost mistook for betrayal but quickly realised was superfluity, ignominy. She looked down at his briefs and saw the plain damp of interjection in the front line of his underwear and a distinctly deflated gibbousness. The poor guy must have been on the brink himself, and all she needed was a touch modality to set him off. She looked back up to his face, trying to charm his eye as she knelt on the mattress. She had to give 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 dependable to make it fathom pleading instead of disappointed, 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 tit to his mouthpiece as she hooked her fingers into the cincture of his sticky underwear and coaxed him out of them. Seemingly distracted he was happy to comply for now, as she begrudgingly pulled her nipple from his mouth and kissed her way down her torso to come face to boldness with his rooster. Following his accident she had something of a wad to struggle with, with a sheen of cum coating his shaft and lump. fountainhead 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 sort out to his nerves that she was trying to be playful as she took his putz in her diffused manpower and gently caressed it, feeling it immediately respond… there was no doubt Brandon had the staying power befitting a Lester Willis Young single man to go and go and go… he just needed experience to slow down that fuzz induction."What a sticky…"she licked at his tip"…gooey…"she gently took one of his balls in her backtalk and swirled saliva all over it, sucking it clean of his jizz"…mess."She took his blossoming shaft in her mouth, swallowing it in one swoop as she sucked it fair, savouring the flavour. Semen wasn't a particularly prissy savor, 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 connection was too strong to disconnect.

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

Brandon groaned as Tegan took his swelling extremity in her lip again, remembering how this went last time. The idea of blowing his incumbrance in her mouth had seemed insanely hot but he was worried that it was somehow vile, that women only did it in smut or because men wanted them to. But here was this insane girl who was offering herself up to him and begging for it. Even as he gazed down at her polishing and cleaning his tool and balls he was visualising the porn he'd seen, TV of women taking a shipment in their oral cavity and on their faces, sometimes even playing with it. It was definitely his ducky theatrical role of any video and he shuddered thinking about it. Was this for real ? She seemed to have no problem cleaning him up. Would Tegan willingly take it anytime, any place ? He groaned aloud at the thought before bringing his aid back to the soft lips enveloping his humanness, the emerald eyes shining up at him. Finally he found the braveness 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 articulatio genus over his brass to lour her dripping gash to him as she resumed her unwritten ministration on his shaft.

Brandon had a height advantage over Tegan so with her head bobbing smoothly over his genital organ he found himself gazing down at hers, face to face with the real number matter for the first time. He curled his arms around the outside of her thigh and grasp her firm boldness, pulling them apart to endanger her fully. The first affair he noticed was the petite tuck star of her butthole, at the mo looking a petty swollen and irritated. He had a guess as to why - and he groaned as his shaft involuntarily flexed in Tegan's mouth at the mind. He'd seen his share of anal porn but again, this was something he had long suspected would never happen to him in real life.

Just a tiny distance away though was the real root of his desires. Her hairless outer labia were parted slightly to expose her pink interior, her inner brim just slightly peeking out. He crawled his fingers a little, altering his hairgrip and pulled her mouth apart to give away Thomas More of her diffused flexure, wanting to gaze directly at her warm entrance. Another involuntary flex in Tegan's sass and his full consistency shuddered this time. He took her by the hips and pulled her bodily closer to his expression, closing his backtalk over her kitty and delving in with his tongue, probing for that wet hole and lapping her juices.

Tegan gave an appreciative groan as she used her hands to channelise him beneficial to her mouth. With the peak difference of opinion she could not take him as easily but she compensated by using her hand to stroke the stern one-half of the shaft and fondle his orchis while continuing to concentrate her ministrations around the head. Brandon oral skills were enthusiastic at least, and she couldn't help but crunch her hip joint, trying to find some way to get pressure on her throbbing clit as he seemed singularly determined to push his tongue inside her.

At the early end Brandon's inexperienced tongue was quickly beginning to weary so he decided to transfer strategy. He swirled his tongue downwards and found her clit at the cleft of her inner lip then closed his mouth over it applying sucking. The repress moan around his cock was a sure signboard he was on to something so, taking encouragement, he started massaging that area with his mouth, varying the total of suction and occasionally flicking it with his clapper. This elicited more moans and he noticed that Tegan's efforts were becoming dim, less focused. The idea that he was giving her so much pleasure she couldn't properly reciprocate suddenly overwhelmed him and he let out a loud moan, digging his digit into her ass cheeks and sucking her clit with as much force as he could muster as he felt his balls tighten. Tegan held him in her mouthpiece and started stroking him rapidly with her helping hand as his hip bucked more of his duration into her mouth and she applied suction, tightening her oral cavity around the swelling head as he exploded against the back of her pharynx. Brandon's sucking mouthpiece 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 consistence quaking as she finally released her pent up need.

The swallowing sensation set off another release of Brandon's and he flooded her mouth a second time before pulling his mouth from her twat and laying back, breathing hard. Tegan swallowed again and started gently easing off, a few last slow movements of her head, a vortex of the knife to scavenge up any last oddment, then she let his slowly wilting meat eluding from her mouth. She lay across him catching her breathing place and feeling somewhat spent, gently holding his cock in her left manus subject matter to wait until he decided to separate the silence.

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

"Yes, it was wonderful."

"I mean, did you come ?"

"Oh, yes. I did."She stifled a giggle. Coming always made her a minuscule 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 girls you meet will fake 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 look 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 small grin."And if you have a lady friend you care about I am sure she will treasure 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 Aengus 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 mean 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, young lady are tricky like that. Don't worry about it too much."Tegan sighed and rolled onto her back, stretching with a yawn."The world is I'm going to be having a lot of sex in the near future tense. Sometimes I'll come, sometimes I won't."

Brandon pensively stared at her for a long present 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 single, you guys are single, 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 guys ?"

"Are you asking out of jealousy ?"

"No, just curious."

Tegan propped herself up on her cubital joint again."The answer is no. I've been with two cat before this calendar week. I lost my virginity in 9th grade. That guy lost interestingness 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 single ever since."

"Oh."

"You seem kinda surprised."

"I guess I thought you were…"

"…a fornicatress ?"

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 people it's that they more often regret the affair they didn't do more than the matter they did. So, I'm doing things. While I'm still young."

"So… what other stuff have you done ?"

"What do you mean ?"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 substantial family relationship ?"

"I guess not, not really."

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

"Gross."Brandon grimaced.

"Glad we're in arrangement on that ! Any early questions ?"

"Have you ever been with a lady friend ?"

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

"Well ?"

"Oh so now you want details ?"

"Well… yeah !"

"No dice, B. Maybe another sentence. 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 look at him, watching his turncock crestless wave from half mast to full again before her oculus."Really ? !"

"Sorry ?"

"A woman's body of work is never done."Tegan said with a mock sigh as she crawled over to him and swept her back talk over his swollen member once more…