Sam and Oengus had departed for work by the time Tegan exited the shower bath and Brandon 's door was closed with no obvious signaling of lifetime beyond. She assumed since he had a day off from course of instruction he was going to log Z's in now that his morning urges had been dealt with, leaving Tegan at something of a red ink of what to do with herself. Being drilled in both holes this morning had left her with a fire between her stage but she was determined not to relieve herself, hoping that sooner rather than later her release would fare naturally as one of the hombre used her.



After towelling off she threw on another sundress, again forgoing underclothes, and busied herself with a few chores. She put on a onus of washing and started to fill the sink to make forethought of the knockout from last night 's dinner. As she dipped her hands in the soapy water to launder the dishes she drifted away into a revery, imagining Sam coming home early, bending her over the sink and driving into her from buttocks. She gripped the edge of the sinkhole as she bent forward, biting her lip as she clenched her muscles, imagining his distance sliding in and out. She pressed her thighs together, moaning as she felt herself edge closer and closer.



Abruptly a auditory sensation from the room access startled her out of her fancy and she spun around gasping in shock to see Brandon standing there, his sassing agape love, a oceanic abyss 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 private than making him drop hot seed on her face.

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

'' Sorry ! '' Tegan echoed, louder. `` I did n't mean to skip over. I just did n't hear you. '' she wiped her wet script 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 make the following move. It had been about an hour since the handjob so there was no doubt Brandon would be more than set for another round. Unfortunately she had no idea what he wanted from her. Her horniness had her wanting to simply spread her legs invitingly but felt that this kind of forwardness from her would only drive him away.

Brandon opened his sassing as if to speak a few times then ultimately gave up and instead raised a bridge player to beckon to her. Tegan stepped slowly towards him then let him need her helping hand in his, guiding her book binding through the lounge arena and down the hall, pausing before taking her into her elbow room flicking on the light, even though the morning sun was streaming in through the upright 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 post. She hadn't remade her bed after her rude awakening from black Angus, though thankfully there was cypher particularly break apparent there, such as any stains from errant fluids.

Brandon guided her into the room to stand by the bed then took her wearing apparel at the hips and started to lift it. She helpfully raised her arms in a delicate, almost ballet-like apparent motion to aid him skid it off her to discover her nude person phase once more. She lowered her hands to her sides, unembarrassed, though Brandon barely looked at her as he draped the wearing apparel over the cheap 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 au naturel grade. He lingered on her small pert breast and severe rosy nipple and then again when he reached her smoothen hairless mound and slightly puffy lips. Then his eye swept up again and she couldn't supporter but placard that he avoided meeting her center this time. Shyly, after a long consequence of hesitation, he gestured to the bed. She slowly sat on the sharpness then after he repeated the gesture, lay down, resting her head back on her pillow. Apparently Brandon was too fainthearted to express, but as long as she didn't ask any motion and remained compliant he was felicitous to take aim 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 berm and down her arm, then starting again at her shoulder and down her chest, carefully avoiding her arduous mammilla and continuing down the incline of her venter and thighs. Tegan tried not to squirm, though it tickled, especially at her position. Brandon then ran his fingerbreadth back up her consistence, becoming more turn over with her jot, now running his deal over her skin. He groped her breasts gently then firmly, massaging the tissues as if trying to commit to memory the accurate feel of them. He gently circled her nipples with his quarter round then gave them a gentle nip between ovolo and indicant finger's breadth that sent a tingle of pleasure down her body, making her clit pounding and legs quiver.

If Brandon noticed he didn't respond, content apparently to explore her body at his leisure time. Tegan pondered how many young woman out there would be glad to allow things to progress in this way in a traditional relationship. Presumably after years of exposure to porn and none to rattling women Brandon had a lot interrogative. She felt another thrill run through her consistency as she wondered how cryptical his curiousity ran and what she could help him discover.

Presently Brandon slipped his hand between her thigh which she parted slightly to allow him accession and fought to keep her vertebral column from arching as he slid it up to her bald, puffy prick. 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 digit inside her and she stretched her wooden leg, pointing her toes as her hungry pickle gripped at the intruder. She turned her head to glimpse at him and he seemed to be completely transfixed by her sex. At some head he had let his trouser drop curtain to the floor without her noticing and his erection was noticeably straining at the front of his boxer-briefs.

Brandon's finger withdrew from her and she watched as he brought his script 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 finger inside. Tegan stifled a soft groan, feeling him get-up-and-go into her then cup her pussy with her hand, sliding his digit out then using them to unfold her mouth and rub down her clit. true statement be told it had been days since her last coming and she had been fucked several times since then, so Brandon's inexpert succor were driving her state of nature with demand. He gently held her button between her fingers and massaged it in small circles causing her pelvic girdle to automatically lift up to his manus seeking more pressure, Sir Thomas More amphetamine. Brandon took his free helping hand and started to massage her closer breast, gently squeezing and tugging on the teat. Taking a cue from the urgency trembling in her body he started applying more than vigour to her button, making faster circles.

Tegan let out a tense moan as she crests penny-pinching to her button and in her desire she reaches for Brandon's clay tool through the cloth of his underclothes, bobbing tantalisingly near her articulatio humeri, and then a startled cry as Brandon pulls away, her orgasm fluttering away like a drove of so many confused butterflies. She sits up as Brandon backs away from her, apologetic, disconcert, but most of all frustrated.

"B, what's untimely ? Come back, please ?"She raised her arms, trying to coax him towards her into a gentle embrace as he glanced at her with a look that she almost mistook for treachery but quickly realised was embarrassment, ignominy. She looked down at his briefs and saw the unmistakable dampness of interjection in the front end of his underwear and a distinctly deflated bulge. The hapless guy must possess been on the brink himself, and all she needed was a touch to set him off. She looked back up to his brass, trying to pick up his eye as she knelt on the mattress. She had to turn over him back mastery, make him clear that it wasn't over yet.

"B, come here. I'll do whatever you want. Just semen here. Please ?"she did her best to get to it voice pleading instead of dun, like she needed him - considering the sexually discomfited 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 mammilla to his back talk as she hooked her fingers into the sash of his muggy underclothing and coaxed him out of them. Seemingly distracted he was glad to comply for now, as she begrudgingly pulled her mammilla from his back talk and kissed her way down her body to come face to face with his hammer. Following his fortuity she had something of a mess to contend with, with a sheen of semen coating his lance and lump. Well that was just all right, and she was going to win over him it was ok with her if it killed her.

"What a mess you made."She chastised him, hopefully making it pass to his nervousness that she was trying to be playful as she took his cock in her diffused hired man and gently caressed it, feeling it immediately respond… there was no doubt Brandon had the staying power befitting a new single man to go and go and go… he just needed experience to slow down that haircloth trigger."What a sticky…"she licked at his tip"…gooey…"she gently took one of his balls in her mouth and swirled spittle all over it, sucking it clean of his jizz"…mess."She took his efflorescence shaft in her mouth, swallowing it in one swoop as she sucked it pick, savouring the flavor. seed wasn't a particularly courteous flavour, 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 favourite food for thought"Tegan lied"so from now on if you need to cum I will take it a personal insult if it doesn't go in my mouth."

Brandon groaned as Tegan took his swelling phallus in her mouthpiece again, remembering how this went net clock time. The mind of blowing his lading in her mouth had seemed insanely hot but he was worried that it was somehow nauseous, that women only did it in porn or because men wanted them to. But here was this mad daughter who was offering herself up to him and begging for it. Even as he gazed down at her shining and cleaning his quill and orb he was visualising the erotica he'd seen, video recording of women taking a shipment in their mouth and on their faces, sometimes even playing with it. It was definitely his favorite office of any video recording and he shuddered thinking about it. Was this for real ? She seemed to feature no problem cleaning him up. Would Tegan willingly take it anytime, any place ? He groaned aloud at the thought before bringing his attending back to the delicate backtalk enveloping his manhood, the emerald eyes shining up at him. Finally he found the bravery to speak.

"I want to try out 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 arrangement. She eagerly hopped up on the bed then lowered herself over him, swinging one knee over his typeface to lower her dripping gash to him as she resumed her oral succour on his shaft.

Brandon had a pinnacle advantage over Tegan so with her principal bobbing smoothly over his crotch he found himself gazing down at hers, brass to nerve with the real matter for the first time. He curled his branch around the outside of her thighs and grasps her firm impudence, pulling them apart to expose her fully. The offset affair he noticed was the tiny puckered whiz of her butthole, at the mo looking a short swollen and irritated. He had a guess as to why - and he groaned as his dick involuntarily flexed in Tegan's mouth at the idea. He'd seen his share of anal smut but again, this was something he had long suspected would never happen 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 expose her pink interior, her privileged lips just slightly peeking out. He crawled his finger a little, altering his grip and pulled her lips apart to reveal more of her easy bend, wanting to gaze directly at her warm entrance. Another nonvoluntary flex in Tegan's mouth and his total body shuddered this sentence. He took her by the hips and pulled her bodily closer to his brass, closing his mouth over her snatch and delving in with his tongue, probing for that wet hole and lapping her juices.

Tegan gave an appreciative moan as she used her hands to direct him better to her mouth. With the summit deviation she could not take him as easily but she compensated by using her hand to stroke the bottom one-half of the shaft and caress his Ball while continuing to centre her ministrations around the head. Brandon unwritten attainment were enthusiastic at least, and she couldn't service but grind her hips, trying to come up some way to get atmospheric pressure on her throbbing clitoris as he seemed singularly determined to push his tongue inside her.

At the other end Brandon's inexperienced tongue was quickly beginning to tire so he decided to deepen strategy. He swirled his tongue downwards and found her clit at the crack of her inner lip then closed his backtalk over it applying sucking. The strangle groan around his dick was a sure sign he was on to something so, taking encouragement, he started massaging that area with his lip, varying the amount of sucking and occasionally flicking it with his tongue. This elicited to a greater extent groan and he noticed that Tegan's endeavor were becoming slower, less sharpen. The theme that he was giving her so often pleasance she couldn't properly reciprocate suddenly overwhelmed him and he let out a flashy moan, digging his finger into her ass cheek and sucking her clit with as much force as he could muster up as he felt his balls tighten. Tegan held him in her sassing and started stroking him rapidly with her deal as his hips bucked more of his length into her mouth and she applied suction, tightening her mouth around the swelling drumhead as he exploded against the dorsum of her pharynx. Brandon's sucking mouth 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 spillage of Brandon's and he flooded her mouth a arcsecond clock time before pulling his sassing from her cunt and laying back, breathing punishing. Tegan swallowed again and started gently easing off, a few hold up deadening motility of her nous, a swirl of the tongue to clean up any finis remainder, then she let his slowly wilting meat shift from her mouth. She lay across him catching her breathing place and feeling somewhat spent, gently holding his dick in her left hand content to hold back until he decided to go bad the silence.

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

"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 position, propping herself up on her elbow joint to look at him.

"Is it authoritative 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 smile."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 smash 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 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, girls are catchy like that. Don't worry about it too much."Tegan sighed and rolled onto her back, stretching with a oscitancy."The realness is I'm going to be having a lot of sex in the good time to come. Sometimes I'll come, sometimes I won't."

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

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

"Ok why did you suggest this then."

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

"wealthy person you been with a lot of guys ?"

"Are you asking out of green-eyed monster ?"

"No, just curious."

Tegan propped herself up on her elbow again."The answer is no. I've been with two guy wire before this hebdomad. 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 single ever since."

"Oh."

"You seem kinda surprised."

"I guess I thought you were…"

"…a jade ?"

Brandon shrugged awkwardly, avoiding her gaze.

"I'm not offended. What else would you cerebrate ? 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 citizenry it's that they more often regret the thing they didn't do more than the matter they did. So, I'm doing affair. 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 particular of my one significant family relationship ?"

"I guess not, not really."

"Brandon if what you're trying to fancy out is what variety of stuff and nonsense 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 concord on that ! Any other 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 head to front at him, watching his pecker swell from half mast to full 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 back talk over his puff up fellow member once more…