Sam and Angus had departed for work by the time Tegan exited the shower and Brandon 's door was closed with no obvious mansion of life beyond. She assumed since he had a day off from family 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 holes this dawn had left her with a fire between her pegleg but she was determined not to relieve herself, hoping that sooner rather than later her discharge 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 job. She put on a load of washing and started to fill the sink to take precaution of the dishes from last night 's dinner. As she dipped her hands in the soapy water to wash 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 distance 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 jolt to see Brandon standing there, his mouth agape, a deep in the headlights look on his look, 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 here and now with him even more common soldier than making him unload hot seed on her brass.

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

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

"So."She left the mote hanging in the air between them, waiting for Brandon to draw the next move. It had been about an time of day since the handjob so there was no doubt Brandon would be more than ready for another turn. Unfortunately she had no musical theme what he wanted from her. Her hot pants had her wanting to simply spread her legs invitingly but felt that this variety of forwardness from her would only get him away.

Brandon opened his mouth as if to speak a few times then ultimately gave up and instead raised a manus to beckon to her. Tegan stepped slowly towards him then let him take her manus in his, guiding her vertebral column through the couch orbit 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 vertical subterfuge. 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 place. She hadn't remade her bed after her rude awakening from Oengus, though thankfully there was zero particularly unveil apparent there, such as any grime from errant fluids.

Brandon guided her into the room to stand by the bed then took her clothes at the hips and started to lift it. She helpfully raised her arms in a delicate, almost ballet-like crusade to assist him slip it off her to disclose her nude sculpture flesh once more. She lowered her hands to her side, unabashed, though Brandon barely looked at her as he draped the garb over the gaudy rocking chairwoman 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 mannikin. He lingered on her little irreverent chest and severe rosy mammilla and then again when he reached her smooth hairless hill and slightly gusty brim. Then his eyes swept up again and she couldn't help but notice that he avoided meeting her heart 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 head back on her pillow. Apparently Brandon was too timid to verbalise, but as long as she didn't ask any questions and remained compliant he was happy to maneuver 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 cutis starting at her shoulder joint and down her arm, then starting again at her shoulder and down her breast, carefully avoiding her knockout nipple and continuing down the sides of her belly and thigh. Tegan tried not to squirm, though it tickled, especially at her incline. Brandon then ran his fingers back up her body, becoming more deliberate with her tactile sensation, now running his hands over her peel. He groped her boob gently then firmly, massaging the tissues as if trying to pull to memory the exact smell of them. He gently circled her mammilla with his pollex then gave them a gentle arrest between ovolo and index fingerbreadth that sent a frisson of joy down her eubstance, making her button pounding and branch quiver.

If Brandon noticed he didn't respond, content apparently to research her body at his leisure time. Tegan pondered how many girls out there would be happy to allow thing to come on in this manner in a traditional relationship. Presumably after twelvemonth of exposure to porn and none to real women Brandon had a lot questions. She felt another thrill run through her consistency as she wondered how mystifying 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 keep back her dorsum from arching as he slid it up to her bald, turgid twat. She parted her thighs a little more as he gently eased his fingers between her outer and privileged rim, plunging them clumsily towards the slippery heating of her core. After some moving around she felt a single dactyl inside her and she stretched her ramification, pointing her toes as her hungry hole gripped at the intruder. She turned her chief to glance at him and he seemed to be completely hypnotised by her sex. At some point he had let his pants drib to the story without her noticing and his hard-on was noticeably straining at the forepart 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 facial expression didn't give anything away of his thoughts on the matter but he instead ran his helping hand up her second joint and repeated the procedure, this time finding her opening more easily and sliding two fingers inside. Tegan stifled a soft moan, feeling him push into her then cup her kitty with her hand, sliding his fingers out then using them to disseminate her lips and rub down her button. verity be told it had been twenty-four hours since her net orgasm and she had been fucked respective times since then, so Brandon's inexpert ministrations were driving her wilderness with need. He gently held her clit between her fingerbreadth and massaged it in small Mexican valium causing her hips to automatically rise up to his hand seeking more pressure, more than swiftness. Brandon took his loose hand and started to massage her closer breast, gently squeezing and tugging on the nipple. Taking a cue from the urging trembling in her body he started applying more vigour to her clitoris, making faster circles.

Tegan let out a strained groan as she crests closer to her dismissal and in her desire she reaches for Brandon's stiff cock through the stuff of his underclothes, bobbing tantalisingly near her shoulder, and then a galvanize cry as Brandon pulls away, her orgasm fluttering away like a swarm of so many put off butterfly stroke. She sits up as Brandon backs away from her, apologetic, confused, but most of all frustrated.

"B, what's wrong ? seed back, please ?"She raised her arms, trying to sweet-talk him towards her into a docile embracement as he glanced at her with a look that she almost mistook for betrayal but quickly realised was overplus, pity. She looked down at his brief and saw the unmistakable dampness of ejaculation in the front of his underclothes and a distinctly deflated swelling. The piteous guy must have been on the brink himself, and all she needed was a affect to set him off. She looked back up to his face, trying to catch his eye as she knelt on the mattress. She had to grant him back control condition, make him actualise that it wasn't over yet.

"B, get along here. I'll do whatever you want. Just come here. Please ?"she did her best to make it vocalize pleading instead of bilk, like she needed him - considering the sexually frustrated DoS 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 rima oris as she hooked her finger into the cincture of his gluey 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 trunk to fall facial expression to face with his prick. Following his fortuity she had something of a great deal to postulate with, with a sheen of ejaculate coating his irradiation and balls. fountainhead that was just finely, and she was going to convince him it was ok with her if it killed her.

"What a pile you made."She chastised him, hopefully making it clear to his jumpiness that she was trying to be playful as she took his rooster in her soft hands and gently caressed it, feeling it immediately respond… there was no dubiety Brandon had the stamina befitting a immature single man to go and go and go… he just needed experience to slow 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 cleanse of his jizz"…mess."She took his blossoming shaft in her mouth, swallowing it in one slide as she sucked it clean, savouring the smack. ejaculate wasn't a particularly decent 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"Tegan lied"so from now on if you need to cum I will think it a personal vilification if it doesn't go in my mouth."

Brandon groaned as Tegan took his swelling member in her backtalk again, remembering how this went hold up time. The idea of blowing his load in her mouth had seemed insanely hot but he was worried that it was somehow offensive, that adult female only did it in porn or because men wanted them to. But here was this insane young woman who was offering herself up to him and begging for it. Even as he gazed down at her polishing and cleaning his barb and ball he was visualising the porn he'd seen, videos of char taking a load in their mouth and on their faces, sometimes even playing with it. It was definitely his favourite parting of any picture and he shuddered thinking about it. Was this for real ? She seemed to have no trouble cleaning him up. Would Tegan willingly take it anytime, any situation ? He groaned aloud at the thought before bringing his attention back to the flabby lips enveloping his humanness, the emerald eyes shining up at him. Finally he found the bravery to speak.

"I want to savour 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 facial expression to lower her dripping gash to him as she resumed her viva voce ministration on his shaft.

Brandon had a stature advantage over Tegan so with her forefront bobbing smoothly over his privates he found himself gazing down at hers, face to grimace with the genuine thing for the maiden time. He curled his coat of arms around the outside of her thighs and grasps her firm face, pulling them apart to expose her fully. The start matter he noticed was the tiny puckered wiz of her butthole, at the minute looking a little swollen and pissed off. He had a guess as to why - and he groaned as his shaft involuntarily flexed in Tegan's sass at the idea. He'd seen his ploughshare of anal retentive porn but again, this was something he had long suspected would never happen to him in real life.

Just a midget aloofness away though was the real number germ of his desires. Her hairless outer labia were parted slightly to expose her pink interior, her intimate backtalk just slightly peeking out. He crawled his fingers a little, altering his grip and pulled her lips apart to break more than of her soft folding, wanting to gaze directly at her ardent entree. Another involuntary flex in Tegan's mouthpiece and his stallion consistence shuddered this sentence. He took her by the pelvic girdle and pulled her bodily closer to his face, closing his mouth over her kitty and delving in with his clapper, probing for that wet hole and lapping her juices.

Tegan gave an appreciative moan as she used her hands to direct him unspoiled to her mouth. With the altitude difference she could not get hold of him as easily but she compensated by using her hand to stroke the bottom half of the dig and fondle his lump while continuing to focus her ministrations around the head. Brandon oral science were enthusiastic at least, and she couldn't help but grind her hip joint, trying to find some way to get force per unit area on her throbbing button as he seemed singularly determined to crowd his clapper inside her.

At the other end Brandon's inexperienced tongue was quickly beginning to bore so he decided to convert strategy. He swirled his glossa downwards and found her clit at the crack of her inner lip then closed his mouthpiece over it applying suction. The mute moan around his cock was a sure sign he was on to something so, taking encouragement, he started massaging that area with his back talk, 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 sharpen. The idea that he was giving her so a great deal pleasure she couldn't properly reciprocate suddenly overwhelmed him and he let out a loud moan, digging his finger into her ass cheeks and sucking her button with as much force as he could muster as he felt his formal tighten. Tegan held him in her mouth and started stroking him rapidly with her hand as his hips bucked to a greater extent of his length into her mouth and she applied sucking, tightening her mouthpiece around the swelling point as he exploded against the book binding of her throat. Brandon's sucking mouth against her aching clit finally pushed her over the border as well and she moaned through a taste of his midst source, greedily swallowing it down, her physical structure 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 intemperate. Tegan swallowed again and started gently easing off, a few last slow cause of her principal, a convolution of the tongue to make clean up any finish remainder, then she let his slowly wilting meat pillow slip from her back talk. She lay across him catching her breathing spell and feeling somewhat drop, gently holding his prick in her left hired hand cognitive 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 good ?"

"Yes, it was wonderful."

"I mean, did you come ?"

"Oh, yes. I did."She stifled a giggle. Coming always made her a lilliputian 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 female child you meet will fake 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 slope, 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 grinning."And if you have a lady friend 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 deflower the humor here but I don't want there to be any mistaking that lead to jealousy."

"I know, I didn't mean it like that. I just think I care that you enjoy it too."

"well the bargain is that you get to use me for your joy. I might not always come, daughter are guileful like that. Don't headache about it too much."Tegan sighed and rolled onto her back, stretching with a yawn."The realism is I'm going to be having a lot of sex in the nearly hereafter. Sometimes I'll semen, sometimes I won't."

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

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

"Ok why did you evoke this then."

"I'm exclusive, you guys are unity, 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 Guy ?"

"Are you asking out of jealousy ?"

"No, just curious."

Tegan propped herself up on her elbow again."The result is no. I've been with two guys before this 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 twelvemonth, then broke up. I've been single 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 reckon ? 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 the great unwashed it's that they more often regret the things they didn't do 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 entail ?"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 meaning 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 little not on the mesa. Use your imagination."After a moment's pause she added"Just nothing involving like… tail or vomit."

"Gross."Brandon grimaced.

"Glad we're in agreement 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 investigator, you got me."

"well ?"

"Oh so now you want inside information ?"

"Well… yeah !"

"No dice, B. Maybe another clip. 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 oral sex to look at him, watching his cock dandy from one-half mast to full again before her eyes."Really ? !"

"Sorry ?"

"A adult female's employment is never done."Tegan said with a mock sigh as she crawled over to him and swept her mouth over his swollen phallus once more…