Sam and Angus had departed for work by the fourth dimension Tegan exited the shower and Brandon 's room access was closed with no obvious signs of biography beyond. She assumed since he had a day off from division he was going to sleep in now that his sunrise itch had been dealt with, leaving Tegan at something of a expiration of what to do with herself. Being drilled in both holes this morning time had left her with a fire between her legs but she was determined not to relieve herself, hoping that sooner rather than later her release would do 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 task. She put on a freight of washing and started to fill the sump to take care of the dishes from last night 's dinner party. As she dipped her custody in the soapy water to wash the dish antenna she drifted away into a daydream, imagining Sam coming home early, bending her over the swallow hole 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 threshold startled her out of her fantasy and she spun around gasping in jounce to see Brandon standing there, his mouth agape, 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 moment with him even more private than making him unload hot seed on her cheek.

'' Sorry. '' Brandon was the first-class honours degree 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 hands on her dress then leaned back against the bench, trying to adopt a casual air.

"So."She left the particle hanging in the air between them, waiting for Brandon to puddle the succeeding move. It had been about an hour since the handjob so there was no doubt Brandon would be more than cook for another one shot. Unfortunately she had no thought what he wanted from her. Her horniness had her wanting to simply disperse her pegleg invitingly but felt that this form of forwardness from her would only drive him away.

Brandon opened his mouth as if to talk a few fourth dimension then ultimately gave up and instead raised a hand to wave to her. Tegan stepped slowly towards him then let him subscribe her hand in his, guiding her dorsum through the waiting room domain and down the hall, pausing before taking her into her room flicking on the light, even though the morning time sun was streaming in through the vertical blinds. Whatever Brandon had in brain he wanted to see it. Tegan guessed he chose her room because it was respectable, 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 Angus, though thankfully there was nothing particularly revealing apparent there, such as any stains from errant fluids.

Brandon guided her into the room to endure by the bed then took her dress at the hips and started to hoist it. She helpfully raised her arms in a delicate, almost ballet-like bowel movement to help him err it off her to disclose her nude sculpture form once more. She lowered her hands to her English, unembarrassed, though Brandon barely looked at her as he draped the dress over the cheap rocking chair from IKEA that held about a poop of her wardrobe.

Finally he looked at her directly, his soundbox scanning from her face down her nude flesh. He lingered on her minor pert titty and difficult rosy nipples and then again when he reached her smooth hairless mound and slightly bouffant back talk. Then his eyes swept up again and she couldn't assistance but observation that he avoided meeting her eye this time. Shyly, after a long moment of hesitation, he gestured to the bed. She slowly sat on the edge then after he repeated the gesture, lay down, resting her capitulum back on her pillow. Apparently Brandon was too timid to verbalize, but as long as she didn't ask any query and remained compliant he was well-chosen to manoeuvre her. That was delicately, 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 shoulder joint and down her arm, then starting again at her shoulder and down her chest, carefully avoiding her hard nipples and continuing down the sides of her belly and second joint. Tegan tried not to squirm, though it tickled, especially at her face. Brandon then ran his fingers back up her trunk, becoming more deliberate with her ghost, now running his custody over her skin. He groped her knocker gently then firmly, massaging the tissues as if trying to commit to memory the demand tone of them. He gently circled her nipples with his thumbs then gave them a gentle catch between ovolo and index finger that sent a quiver of pleasure down her body, making her clit throb and legs quiver.

If Brandon noticed he didn't respond, subject apparently to explore her body at his leisure. Tegan pondered how many girls out there would be happy to allow matter to progress in this style in a traditional relationship. Presumably after years of exposure to porn and none to real adult female Brandon had a lot query. She felt another chill run through her body as she wondered how deeply his curiousity ran and what she could help him discover.

Presently Brandon slipped his helping hand between her thighs which she parted slightly to allow him access and fought to restrain her back from arching as he slid it up to her bald, puffy slit. She parted her thighs a little more as he gently eased his fingers between her outer and inner lips, plunging them clumsily towards the slippery heat of her core. After some moving around she felt a single figure inside her and she stretched her peg, pointing her toes as her hungry hole gripped at the intruder. She turned her head to glance at him and he seemed to be completely transfixed by her sex. At some point he had let his gasp drop to the floor without her noticing and his erection 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 brass didn't give anything away of his thoughts on the thing but he instead ran his bridge player up her thigh and repeated the physical process, this fourth dimension finding her opening more easily and sliding two fingers inside. Tegan stifled a cushy moan, feeling him push into her then cup her snatch with her hired hand, sliding his digit out then using them to spread her lips and massage her clit. Truth be told it had been day since her last orgasm and she had been fucked several times since then, so Brandon's inexpert ministrations were driving her natural state with motive. He gently held her clit between her fingers and massaged it in diminished circles causing her pelvis to automatically mount up to his paw seeking more pressure, more speed. Brandon took his free bridge player and started to massage her closer breast, gently squeezing and tugging on the mamilla. Taking a cue from the urgency trembling in her body he started applying more vigour to her button, making faster circles.

Tegan let out a strained moan as she crests closer to her dismissal and in her desire she reaches for Brandon's corpse 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 butterflies. She sits up as Brandon backs away from her, excusatory, throw, but most of all frustrated.

"B, what's wrong ? ejaculate back, please ?"She raised her arms, trying to sweet-talk him towards her into a entitle embracing as he glanced at her with a look that she almost mistook for betrayal but quickly realised was plethora, shame. She looked down at his briefs and saw the unmistakable dampness of ejaculation in the social movement of his underwear and a distinctly deflated bulge. The poor guy must have been on the brink himself, and all she needed was a touch on to set him off. She looked back up to his aspect, trying to catch his eye as she knelt on the mattress. She had to give him back ascendence, make him understand that it wasn't over yet.

"B, come here. I'll do whatever you want. Just come here. please ?"she did her best to make it vocalize pleading instead of scotch, 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 oral fissure as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his sticky underwear and coaxed him out of them. Seemingly distracted he was happy to comply for now, as she begrudgingly pulled her teat from his lip and kissed her way down her torso to come face to face with his cock. Following his accident she had something of a mess to deal with, with a sheen of semen coating his ray of light and balls. 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 clear to his nervousness that she was trying to be playful as she took his cock in her soft hand and gently caressed it, feeling it immediately respond… there was no doubt 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 testis in her mouth and swirled saliva all over it, sucking it pick of his jizz"…mess."She took his blossoming shaft in her backtalk, swallowing it in one slide as she sucked it fair, savouring the feeling. Semen 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 pleasance and the affiliation was too stiff to disconnect.

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

Brandon groaned as Tegan took his swelling fellow member in her lip again, remembering how this went go prison term. The thought of blowing his onus in her mouth had seemed insanely hot but he was worried that it was somehow offensive, that womanhood only did it in pornography 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 smut he'd seen, telecasting of charwoman taking a loading in their oral cavity and on their faces, sometimes even playing with it. It was definitely his favourite office of any picture 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 mentation before bringing his attention back to the soft back talk enveloping his manhood, the emerald oculus shining up at him. Finally he found the courage to speak.

"I want to taste you as well."

"Mmm ?"Tegan responded, feeling him jerk 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 human knee over his face to lower her dripping gash to him as she resumed her oral ministrations on his shaft.

Brandon had a acme advantage over Tegan so with her head bobbing smoothly over his crotch he found himself gazing down at hers, nerve to grimace with the substantial thing for the first time. He curled his weapons system around the outside of her thigh and grok her firm cheeks, pulling them apart to expose her fully. The 1st thing he noticed was the lilliputian tuck star of her butthole, at the present 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 approximation. He'd seen his share of anal porn but again, this was something he had long suspected would never happen to him in real number life.

Just a tiny length away though was the real source of his desires. Her hairless outer labia were parted slightly to bring out her pinko insides, her intimate backtalk just slightly peeking out. He crawled his fingerbreadth a short, altering his grip and pulled her mouth apart to reveal more of her soft folding, wanting to gaze directly at her warmly entranceway. Another nonvoluntary flex in Tegan's mouth and his total body shuddered this time. He took her by the hips and pulled her bodily closer to his face, closing his sassing over her pussy and delving in with his spit, probing for that wet hole and lapping her juices.

Tegan gave an appreciative moan as she used her hands to direct him proficient to her oral cavity. With the height difference she could not take up him as easily but she compensated by using her paw to stroke the behind half of the beam of light and caress his egg while continuing to focus her ministration around the head. Brandon oral skills were enthusiastic at least, and she couldn't help but toil her hips, trying to obtain some way to get pressure on her throbbing clitoris as he seemed singularly determined to push his tongue inside her.

At the former end Brandon's inexperienced tongue was quickly beginning to tire so he decided to change strategy. He swirled his tongue downwards and found her clitoris at the cleft of her inner lip then closed his mouth over it applying suction. The damp moan around his cock was a for certain star sign he was on to something so, taking encouragement, he started massaging that sphere with his mouth, varying the measure of suction and occasionally flicking it with his tongue. This elicited more moans and he noticed that Tegan's elbow grease were becoming boring, less focused. The idea that he was giving her so much joy she couldn't properly reciprocate suddenly overwhelmed him and he let out a aloud groan, digging his fingers into her ass impertinence 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 hired man as his hips bucked more of his length into her sassing and she applied suction, tightening her mouth around the swelling head as he exploded against the rear of her pharynx. Brandon's sucking mouth against her aching clit finally pushed her over the border as well and she moaned through a mouthful of his thick seed, greedily swallowing it down, her physical structure quaking as she finally released her pent up need.

The swallowing sense datum set off another release of Brandon's and he flooded her mouth a second time before pulling his mouthpiece from her slit and laying back, breathing hard. Tegan swallowed again and started gently easing off, a few hold out tiresome apparent motion of her caput, a swirl of the clapper to clean up any last residual, then she let his slowly wilting meat teddy from her mouth. She lay across him catching her breath and feeling somewhat exhausted, gently holding his hawkshaw in her leave alone hand content to look 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 descend ?"

"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 girls you meet will fake it. I've done it before, when I feel like it's authoritative. But not now, with you."She gently slid off him and rolled onto her English, propping herself up on her articulatio cubiti to seem at him.

"Is it important that I come ?"

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

"That's more considerate than a lot of guys."Tegan said with a small smile."And if you have a girl you care about I am certainly 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 humor 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 mean I care that you enjoy it too."

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

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

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

"Ok why did you suggest this then."

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

"Have you been with a lot of hombre ?"

"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 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 bingle 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 elderly people it's that they more often regret the things they didn't do Sir Thomas More than the things 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 inside information of my one significant family relationship ?"

"I guess not, not really."

"Brandon if what you're trying to figure out is what sort of stuff and nonsense 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 minute's pause she added"Just nil involving like… after part or vomit."

"Gross."Brandon grimaced.

"glad we're in concord on that ! Any other questions ?"

"Have you ever been with a daughter ?"

"Aargh !"Tegan threw up her handwriting and flopped back on the bed."Yes, ok sherlock, 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 head to attend at him, watching his cock swell from half mast to full moon again before her center."Really ? !"

"Sorry ?"

"A char's study is never done."Tegan said with a mock sigh as she crawled over to him and swept her rima oris over his swollen member once more…