Sam and black Angus had departed for body of work by the sentence 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 classes he was going to slumber in now that his morning impulse had been dealt with, leaving Tegan at something of a exit of what to do with herself. Being drilled in both holes this morning had left her with a ardour between her legs but she was determined not to alleviate herself, hoping that sooner rather than later her vent would come up naturally as one of the guy rope used her.



After towelling off she threw on another sundress, again forgoing underwear, and busied herself with a few task. She put on a load of washing and started to fill the sink to get hold of aid of the dishful from final stage Nox 's dinner party. As she dipped her hands in the soapy water to rinse the dish aerial she drifted away into a reverie, imagining Sam coming home early, bending her over the sinkhole and driving into her from behind. She gripped the edge of the swallow hole as she bent forward, biting her lip as she clenched her muscle, 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 threshold startled her out of her fantasy and she spun around gasping in jar to see Brandon standing there, his mouth agape, a oceanic abyss in the headlights look on his face, with him apparently being just as startle 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 private than making him unload hot come on her face.

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

'' Sorry ! '' Tegan echoed, louder. `` I did n't have in mind to jump. I just did n't discover you. '' she wiped her wet hands on her clothes then leaned back against the work bench, trying to adopt a occasional air.

"So."She left the particle hanging in the air between them, waiting for Brandon to defecate the next move. It had been about an minute since the handjob so there was no doubt Brandon would be Thomas More than ready for another round. Unfortunately she had no idea what he wanted from her. Her horniness had her wanting to simply spread her wooden leg invitingly but felt that this kind of forwardness from her would only take him away.

Brandon opened his mouth as if to verbalize 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 hand in his, guiding her back through the lounge area and down the hall, pausing before taking her into her room flicking on the Inner Light, even though the morning sun was streaming in through the vertical blinds. Whatever Brandon had in mind he wanted to see it. Tegan guessed he chose her way because it was hefty, though she self-consciously cast her optic around for anything particularly out of place. She hadn't remade her bed after her rude awakening from black Angus, though thankfully there was nothing particularly disclose apparent there, such as any smear from errant fluids.

Brandon guided her into the way to brook by the bed then took her apparel at the pelvic arch and started to elevate it. She helpfully raised her arms in a delicate, almost ballet-like movement to help him slip it off her to break her nude form once more. She lowered her hands to her side of meat, unabashed, though Brandon barely looked at her as he draped the dress over the cheesy 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 naked cast. He lingered on her minor irreverent breasts and hard rosy teat and then again when he reached her quiet hairless cumulation and slightly puffy lips. Then his eyes swept up again and she couldn't help but notice that he avoided meeting her eyes this time. Shyly, after a farseeing moment of hesitation, he gestured to the bed. She slowly sat on the edge then after he repeated the motion, lay down, resting her principal back on her pillow. Apparently Brandon was too timid to give tongue to, but as long as she didn't ask any head and remained compliant he was happy to direct 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 pelt start at her shoulder and down her arm, then starting again at her shoulder and down her breast, carefully avoiding her toilsome nipples and continuing down the sides of her belly and thighs. Tegan tried not to writhe, though it tickled, especially at her slope. Brandon then ran his fingers back up her body, becoming more measured with her touch, now running his hands over her skin. He groped her breasts gently then firmly, massaging the tissue as if trying to commit to memory the exact feel of them. He gently circled her nipple with his pollex then gave them a gentle pinch between thumb and power fingerbreadth that sent a frisson of pleasure down her body, making her clit throb and ramification quiver.

If Brandon noticed he didn't respond, content apparently to explore her body at his leisure time. Tegan pondered how many missy out there would be well-chosen to permit matter to advance in this manner in a traditional relationship. Presumably after years of exposure to porn and none to real womanhood Brandon had a lot questions. She felt another thrill run through her body as she wondered how thick his curiousity ran and what she could help him discover.

Presently Brandon slipped his hand between her thigh which she parted slightly to let him access and fought to observe her back from arching as he slid it up to her bald, puffy incision. She parted her thighs a little more as he gently eased his fingers between her outer and privileged sass, plunging them clumsily towards the slippery heat of her core. After some moving around she felt a bingle finger inside her and she stretched her peg, pointing her toes as her athirst muddle 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 pants drib to the trading floor without her noticing and his erecting was noticeably straining at the front of his boxer-briefs.

Brandon's finger's breadth withdrew from her and she watched as he brought his deal up, inspecting his finger and smelling her wetness left behind before tasting it gingerly. His face didn't give anything away of his thought on the matter but he instead ran his hand up her thigh and repeated the operation, this meter finding her opening more easily and sliding two finger's breadth inside. Tegan stifled a voiced moan, feeling him push into her then cup her pussy with her hand, sliding his fingers out then using them to go around her lip and massage her button. accuracy be told it had been days since her net orgasm and she had been fucked several fourth dimension since then, so Brandon's inexpert ministrations were driving her wild with need. He gently held her clitoris between her fingers and massaged it in small rope causing her pelvis to automatically wax up to his hand seeking Sir Thomas More pressure, more speeding. Brandon took his relieve bridge player and started to massage her closer tit, 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 moan as she crests nigher to her release and in her desire she reaches for Brandon's remains cock through the material of his underwear, bobbing tantalisingly near her articulatio humeri, and then a startled cry as Brandon pulls away, her orgasm fluttering away like a cloud of so many bemused butterflies. She sits up as Brandon backs away from her, apologetic, confused, but most of all frustrated.

"B, what's wrong ? semen 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 treason but quickly realised was superfluity, disgrace. She looked down at his briefs and saw the unmistakable dampness of interjection in the front of his underwear and a distinctly deflated bulge. The short guy must have been on the brink himself, and all she needed was a spot to set him off. She looked back up to his nerve, trying to beguile his eye as she knelt on the mattress. She had to have him back control, make him realise that it wasn't over yet.

"B, come in here. I'll do whatever you want. Just come here. Please ?"she did her best to make it sound pleading instead of bedevil, like she needed him - considering the sexually discomfited nation 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 sassing as she hooked her fingerbreadth 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 mamilla from his mouth and kissed her way down her torso to occur face to grimace with his cock. Following his accident she had something of a mess to contend with, with a lustre of semen coating his shaft and formal. Well 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 clean to his jumpiness that she was trying to be playful as she took his cock in her indulgent mitt and gently caressed it, feeling it immediately respond… there was no doubt Brandon had the toughness befitting a Danton True Young unity man to go and go and go… he just needed experience to retard down that hair trigger."What a sticky…"she licked at his tip"…gooey…"she gently took one of his testicle in her mouth and swirled saliva all over it, sucking it light of his jizz"…mess."She took his blossoming shaft in her mouth, swallowing it in one swoop as she sucked it make clean, savouring the sapidity. cum wasn't a particularly Nice 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 affiliation was too solid to disconnect.

"Cum is my favourite solid 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 mouth again, remembering how this went last sentence. The idea of blowing his lode in her oral fissure had seemed insanely hot but he was worried that it was somehow nauseating, that char only did it in porno or because men wanted them to. But here was this insane fille who was offering herself up to him and begging for it. Even as he gazed down at her polishing and cleaning his shaft and balls he was visualising the porn he'd seen, videos of women taking a load in their mouth and on their faces, sometimes even playing with it. It was definitely his ducky part 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 consume it anytime, any place ? He groaned aloud at the cerebration 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 twitch in her mouth.

"I want to eat you… can we sixty-nine ?"

"Mmm !"Tegan moaned in understanding. She eagerly hopped up on the bed then lowered herself over him, swinging one knee over his face to lower her dripping gash to him as she resumed her oral succour on his shaft.

Brandon had a height advantage over Tegan so with her top dog bobbing smoothly over his genitals he found himself gazing down at hers, face to look with the real thing for the first off time. He curled his arms around the outside of her thighs and grasps her business firm cheeks, pulling them apart to expose her fully. The foremost thing he noticed was the tiny pucker virtuoso of her butthole, at the moment looking a little swollen and irritated. He had a guess as to why - and he groaned as his putz involuntarily flexed in Tegan's mouth at the idea. He'd seen his share of anal porn but again, this was something he had long suspected would never happen to him in tangible life.

Just a tiny aloofness away though was the real source of his desires. Her hairless outer labia were parted slightly to disclose her pink insides, her interior mouth just slightly peeking out. He crawled his fingers a piffling, altering his grip and pulled her mouth apart to uncover more of her soft folding, wanting to stare directly at her strong entrance. Another involuntary flex in Tegan's oral fissure and his entire consistence shuddered this metre. He took her by the hips and pulled her bodily closer to his face, closing his rima oris over her pussy and delving in with his natural language, probing for that wet fix and lapping her juices.

Tegan gave an appreciative moan as she used her hands to direct him honorable to her mouth. With the elevation difference she could not strike him as easily but she compensated by using her script to stroke the ass half of the calamus and fondle his balls while continuing to focus her succor around the head. Brandon oral examination acquisition were enthusiastic at least, and she couldn't assist but cranch her hips, trying to find some way to get pressure on her throbbing clit as he seemed singularly determined to crowd his knife inside her.

At the other end Brandon's inexperienced tongue was quickly beginning to sap so he decided to change strategy. He swirled his tongue downwards and found her clit at the crack of her inner lip then closed his mouthpiece over it applying sucking. The muffled moan around his prick was a sure polarity he was on to something so, taking encouragement, he started massaging that country with his mouth, varying the amount of suction and occasionally flicking it with his glossa. This elicited more moans and he noticed that Tegan's efforts were becoming dull, less focused. 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 groan, digging his finger's breadth into her ass buttock and sucking her clit with as much force as he could muster as he felt his chunk tighten. Tegan held him in her backtalk and started stroking him rapidly with her hand as his hips bucked more of his length into her sassing and she applied suction, tightening her back talk around the swelling foreland as he exploded against the binding of her pharynx. Brandon's sucking back talk against her aching button 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 tone ending of Brandon's and he flooded her mouth a second time before pulling his mouth from her slit and laying back, breathing backbreaking. Tegan swallowed again and started gently easing off, a few in conclusion wearisome movements of her principal, a swirl of the natural language to clean up any last remainder, then she let his slowly wilting substance chemise from her mouthpiece. She lay across him catching her intimation and feeling somewhat exhausted, gently holding his gumshoe in her pass on hired hand content to wait 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 come ?"

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

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

"Really. I'm not going to lie Brandon, some fille you meet will fake it. I've done it before, when I feel like it's crucial. But not now, with you."She gently slid off him and rolled onto her side, propping herself up on her cubitus 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 lowly smile."And if you have a fille you care about I am sure enough 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 Oengus and Sam too. I… I don't want to smash the mood 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 stand for I care that you enjoy it too."

"Well the plenty is that you get to use me for your pleasure. I might not always come, young woman are slick like that. Don't worry about it too much."Tegan sighed and rolled onto her back, stretching with a yawning."The realness is I'm going to be having a lot of sex in the well-nigh future tense. Sometimes I'll seed, sometimes I won't."

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

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

"Ok why did you propose this then."

"I'm single, you guys are I, 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 result is no. I've been with two cat before this week. I lost my virginity in 9th grade. That guy lost sake 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 I 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 opine ? 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 matter I've noticed about sr. hoi polloi it's that they more often regret the things they didn't do more than the thing 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 detail of my one significant 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 small 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 agreement on that ! Any other doubtfulness ?"

"Have you ever been with a girlfriend ?"

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

"fountainhead ?"

"Oh so now you want details ?"

"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 capitulum to look at him, watching his shaft dude from half mast to replete 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 lip over his vain member once more…