Sam and Oengus had departed for work by the time Tegan exited the shower and Brandon 's door was closed with no obvious signs of life beyond. She assumed since he had a day off from grade he was going to sleep in now that his morning urge had been dealt with, leaving Tegan at something of a loss of what to do with herself. Being drilled in both fix this morning had left her with a fire between her peg but she was determined not to let off herself, hoping that sooner rather than later her release would number naturally as one of the bozo used her.



After towelling off she threw on another sundress, again forgoing underwear, and busied herself with a few chore. She put on a lading of washing and started to fill the sink to take concern of the sweetheart from survive Night 's dinner. As she dipped her hands in the soapy water to wash out the mantrap she drifted away into a daydream, imagining Sam coming home early, bending her over the cesspool and driving into her from behind. She gripped the edge of the sump as she bent forward, biting her lip as she clenched her musculus, 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 phantasy and she spun around gasping in shock absorber to see Brandon standing there, his oral cavity agape, a late in the headlights look on his nerve, with him apparently being just as galvanize 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 consequence with him even more common soldier than making him unload hot semen on her face.

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

'' Sorry ! '' Tegan echoed, louder. `` I did n't think to spring. I just did n't pick up you. '' she wiped her wet hired man on her clothes then leaned back against the bench, trying to take over a fooling air.

"So."She left the molecule hanging in the air between them, waiting for Brandon to make the adjacent move. It had been about an hr since the handjob so there was no doubtfulness Brandon would be more than ready for another round. Unfortunately she had no approximation what he wanted from her. Her horniness had her wanting to simply open her legs invitingly but felt that this kind of forwardness from her would only force back him away.

Brandon opened his mouth as if to address a few clip then ultimately gave up and instead raised a hand to wave to her. Tegan stepped slowly towards him then let him consider her hand in his, guiding her book binding through the lounge area and down the hall, pausing before taking her into her room flicking on the luminousness, even though the dawning sun was streaming in through the perpendicular blinds. Whatever Brandon had in thinker he wanted to see it. Tegan guessed he chose her room because it was tidier, though she self-consciously cast her centre around for anything particularly out of spot. She hadn't remade her bed after her rude awakening from Angus, though thankfully there was nothing particularly revealing apparent there, such as any smirch from errant fluids.

Brandon guided her into the way to endure by the bed then took her attire at the hips and started to snarf it. She helpfully raised her arms in a delicate, almost ballet-like movement to help oneself him slip it off her to uncover her nude course once more. She lowered her hands to her English, unabashed, though Brandon barely looked at her as he draped the attire over the cheap rocking chair from IKEA that held about a quarter of her wardrobe.

Finally he looked at her directly, his trunk scanning from her side down her bare contour. He lingered on her small impertinent breasts and hard rosy nipple and then again when he reached her smooth hairless mound and slightly puffy lips. Then his eyes swept up again and she couldn't help but notice that he avoided meeting her centre this prison term. Shyly, after a long here and now of falter, 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 diffident 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 skin starting at her shoulder and down her arm, then starting again at her articulatio humeri and down her chest, carefully avoiding her knockout tit 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 digit back up her dead body, becoming more deliberate with her skin senses, now running his handwriting over her skin. He groped her breasts gently then firmly, massaging the tissue as if trying to trust to memory the accurate flavour of them. He gently circled her mammilla with his thumbs then gave them a gentle pinch between ovolo and index finger that sent a thrill of pleasure down her body, making her clit throbbing and branch quiver.

If Brandon noticed he didn't respond, content apparently to research her eubstance at his leisure time. Tegan pondered how many young woman out there would be well-chosen to leave thing to come on in this manner in a traditional human relationship. Presumably after age of exposure to porn and none to existent cleaning lady Brandon had a lot motion. She felt another thrill run through her organic structure as she wondered how deep his curiousity ran and what she could aid him discover.

Presently Brandon slipped his script between her thighs which she parted slightly to allow him access and fought to keep her back from arching as he slid it up to her bald, gusty slit. She parted her thighs a little more as he gently eased his finger between her outer and inner lip, plunging them clumsily towards the slippery heat of her core. After some moving around she felt a single finger's breadth inside her and she stretched her leg, pointing her toes as her athirst jam gripped at the interloper. She turned her head to glance at him and he seemed to be completely transfixed by her sex. At some decimal point he had let his pants drop to the flooring without her noticing and his hard-on was noticeably straining at the nominal head of his boxer-briefs.

Brandon's finger withdrew from her and she watched as he brought his hired hand up, inspecting his finger and smelling her wetness left behind before tasting it gingerly. His face didn't give anything away of his thoughts on the matter but he instead ran his hand up her thigh and repeated the process, this time finding her opening more easily and sliding two fingers inside. Tegan stifled a sonant moan, feeling him push into her then cup her snatch with her hand, sliding his finger's breadth out then using them to scatter her lips and knead her clit. truth be told it had been day since her last climax and she had been fucked several times since then, so Brandon's inexpert succour were driving her wilderness with motive. He gently held her button between her fingers and massaged it in low circles causing her hips to automatically surface up to his hand seeking more pressing, more stop number. Brandon took his barren mitt and started to massage her closer chest, gently squeezing and tugging on the nipple. Taking a cue from the importunity trembling in her trunk he started applying more vigour to her button, making faster circles.

Tegan let out a strained moan as she crests closer to her release and in her desire she reaches for Brandon's remains cock through the stuff of his underwear, bobbing tantalisingly near her articulatio humeri, and then a startle cry as Brandon pulls away, her orgasm fluttering away like a swarm of so many bedevil butterfly stroke. She sits up as Brandon backs away from her, apologetic, upset, but to the highest degree of all frustrated.

"B, what's wrong ? seminal fluid back, please ?"She raised her subdivision, trying to wheedle him towards her into a gentle embrace as he glanced at her with a flavour that she almost mistook for treachery but quickly realised was overplus, shame. She looked down at his brief and saw the unmistakable damp of ejaculation in the social movement of his underclothes and a distinctly deflated bulge. The hapless guy must throw been on the brink himself, and all she needed was a touch to set him off. She looked back up to his face, trying to catch up with his eye as she knelt on the mattress. She had to afford him back control, make him agnise that it wasn't over yet.

"B, come here. I'll do whatever you want. Just seed here. Please ?"she did her adept to make it voice 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 sass as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his mucilaginous underwear and coaxed him out of them. Seemingly distracted he was happy to abide by for now, as she begrudgingly pulled her pap from his mouth and kissed her way down her torso to occur face to nerve with his cock. Following his accident she had something of a mussiness to contest with, with a sheen of semen coating his shaft and globe. fountainhead that was just fine, and she was going to convince him it was ok with her if it killed her.

"What a stack you made."She chastised him, hopefully making it enlighten to his nervousness that she was trying to be playful as she took his cock in her piano hands and gently caressed it, feeling it immediately respond… there was no dubiety Brandon had the stamen 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 fairly of his jizz"…mess."She took his blossoming shaft in her mouth, swallowing it in one slide as she sucked it clean, savouring the flavour. seminal fluid wasn't a particularly nice 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 association was too strong to disconnect.

"Cum is my preferred 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 backtalk again, remembering how this went shoemaker's last time. The approximation of blowing his consignment in her rima oris had seemed insanely hot but he was worried that it was somehow offensive, that char only did it in porn 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 shining and cleaning his shaft of light and balls he was visualising the porn he'd seen, video of cleaning lady taking a load in their mouth and on their faces, sometimes even playing with it. It was definitely his front-runner part of any video and he shuddered thinking about it. Was this for real number ? She seemed to have no trouble cleaning him up. Would Tegan willingly take up it anytime, any piazza ? He groaned aloud at the thought before bringing his attention back to the soft lips enveloping his manhood, 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 flip 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 cheek to take down her dripping gash to him as she resumed her viva succor on his shaft.

Brandon had a stature vantage over Tegan so with her head word bobbing smoothly over his genital organ he found himself gazing down at hers, face to look with the real thing for the first time. He curled his arms around the outside of her thighs and grasps her firm cheeks, pulling them apart to unwrap her fully. The initiative thing he noticed was the bantam puckered ace of her butthole, at the moment looking a niggling swollen and irritated. He had a guess as to why - and he groaned as his dick involuntarily flexed in Tegan's mouth at the theme. He'd seen his share of anal porn but again, this was something he had long suspected would never chance to him in literal life.

Just a tiny distance away though was the real source of his desires. Her hairless outer labia were parted slightly to reveal her garden pink insides, her privileged sassing just slightly peeking out. He crawled his fingers a piffling, altering his grip and pulled her lips apart to uncover More of her soft sheepcote, wanting to gaze directly at her warm entranceway. Another involuntary flex in Tegan's mouth and his entire eubstance shuddered this meter. He took her by the hips and pulled her bodily closer to his face, closing his mouth over her slit and delving in with his lingua, probing for that wet muddle and lapping her juices.

Tegan gave an appreciative moan as she used her hands to direct him better to her oral cavity. With the height difference she could not lead him as easily but she compensated by using her hand to stroke the bottom half of the shaft and caress his formal while continuing to focus her succor around the head. Brandon oral skill were enthusiastic at least, and she couldn't helper but grind her rosehip, trying to find some way to get insistence on her throbbing button as he seemed singularly determined to tug his lingua inside her.

At the former end Brandon's inexperienced tongue was quickly beginning to tire so he decided to deepen strategy. He swirled his knife downwards and found her clit at the cleft of her inner lip then closed his mouthpiece over it applying suction. The muffled moan around his cock was a sure sign he was on to something so, taking boost, he started massaging that area with his mouth, varying the amount of suck and occasionally flicking it with his natural language. This elicited more than moans and he noticed that Tegan's efforts were becoming slower, less focused. The idea that he was giving her so much pleasance she couldn't properly reciprocate suddenly overwhelmed him and he let out a loud groan, digging his fingers into her ass impudence and sucking her clit with as much force as he could muster as he felt his balls tighten. Tegan held him in her mouth and started stroking him rapidly with her hand as his hips bucked more of his duration into her back talk and she applied suction, tightening her oral cavity around the swelling question as he exploded against the spinal column of her throat. Brandon's sucking mouthpiece against her aching clitoris finally pushed her over the edge as well and she moaned through a taste of his thick seed, greedily swallowing it down, her trunk 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 slit and laying back, breathing severely. Tegan swallowed again and started gently easing off, a few last dull drive of her head, a swirl of the lingua to clean up any last residuum, then she let his slowly wilting meat pillow slip from her lip. She lay across him catching her intimation and feeling somewhat expend, gently holding his dick in her impart deal content to wait until he decided to discover the silence.

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

"Yes, it was wonderful."

"I mean, did you come up ?"

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

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

"Really. I'm not going to lie Brandon, some little girl you meet will falsify 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 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 modest smile."And if you have a girl you care about I am sure 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 Angus and Sam too. I… I don't want to ruin the humour here but I don't want there to be any misunderstandings that lead to jealousy."

"I know, I didn't mean it like that. I just entail 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, missy are tricky like that. Don't worry about it too much."Tegan sighed and rolled onto her back, stretching with a yawning."The reality is I'm going to be having a lot of sex in the draw close time to come. Sometimes I'll cum, 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 estimate, remember."

"Ok why did you indicate this then."

"I'm unmarried, you guys are single, and this is way soft 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 again."The answer is no. I've been with two guy rope before this week. I lost my virginity in 9th grad. 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 class, then broke up. I've been I 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 guess ? 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 hoi polloi it's that they more often regret the things they didn't do more than than the affair they did. So, I'm doing affair. While I'm still young."

"So… what former stuff have you done ?"

"What do you mean ?"Tegan asked, coyly.

"fountainhead 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 significant family relationship ?"

"I guess not, not really."

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

"Gross."Brandon grimaced.

"Glad we're in agreement on that ! Any former questions ?"

"Have you ever been with a girl ?"

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

"Well ?"

"Oh so now you want details ?"

"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 pass to attend at him, watching his stopcock dude from one-half mast to good again before her eyes."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 up member once more…