Awaking from a forty winks Tegan slid out of bed and stretched with a yawn as she strolled out of her room and to the bathroom. It had taken a good total of work to land Brandon off for the fourth time ( which seemed to finally drain him, for the prison term being ) and after her own release she had decided to lay about for awhile when he went back to his own elbow room for a nap. She quickly rinsed her oral fissure and splashed some water on her side before wandering into the kitchen glancing at the microwave clock to tally the time before refilling the cesspool to advert to the dishes she was distracted from earlier.



It was just around 3:30pm and she expected that Sam would be home shortly as his construction job tended to set out early and end early. On her twenty-four hour period off from work in the past he could arrive anywhere from 4 to 5, while Angus was typically 6:15pm practically like clockwork. She was under no illusion that Sam's mind would be on her as soon as he walked in the threshold. Thinking back to her earlier fantasy she threw on an apron and cinched it at her waist leaving herself naked from behind, wondering how matter would flirt out. Due to the layout of the apartment anyone coming in the presence door would see her first before going any farther, which was a somewhat thrilling feeling - potentially anyone opening the room access would see her, though the betting odds of that being anyone other than Sam or Angus was highly unlikely.



Just as she was finishing up she heard the jingle of keys and the door opening and she immediately froze, listening to the door open and shut. Assuming it was Sam but not 100 % for certain she pretended to busy herself with the few lingering items of eating utensil in the sinkhole. She started slightly when she heard the thud of something hitting the floor which in her judgment was Sam's duffel bag that held his work gearing, then a serial publication of slow deliberate footsteps into the kitchen until she could sense him standing behind her. For a piece neither of them said anything or moved, and Tegan wondered what Sam was expecting from her. Did he want her to take action or was he enjoying the notion of acting like some kind of predator with his quarry cornered.



Then she felt a hand roughly grip her ass cheek and the early arm serpent around under her apron from the side, groping her short knocker. He pulled her roughly against him and started kissing her neck opening from buttocks, pinning her against the counter with his body. Tegan braced herself against the sump as he pressed into her, feeling him grinding against her back as he now took both her boob in his hands, twiddling her nipples until they grew hard then began tugging and squeezing them, causing her to whimper slightly. Now he ran his script down her body under the apron pulling her away from the counter only to meet the electrical resistance of the cord cinched at her waist. He quickly, almost frantically took a moment to pull the international nautical mile undone before resuming, running his finger's breadth through the red ringlet of hair just above her otherwise hairless slit.



Tegan threw a handwriting behind his neck opening as he kissed hers, holding on with her back arched as his probing fingers parted her lips and sought out her clit which responsively began to swell. Finding that she was a trivial dry and his peel somewhat rough he brought his fingers up to her lip and she clutched his hand, sucking at his finger and using her tongue to thoroughly muffle it with her spittle before he slid his fingers back beneath her lower lips to toy with her clit, occasionally bringing his finger modest to try to draw moisture from her vagina as she began to mature wet from his forceful speck. Suddenly he pushed her forward so she was hang over the sink with one deal holding her down by her neck, her small chest pushed into the affectionate weewee in the cesspit soaking the apron. The other handwriting started to examine her from behind, a finger pushing inside her for a few moment before being joined by another. She moaned, flushed in the impertinence as she submitted to the fingerfucking. After a minute of urgent fingering he apparently deemed that she was prepared enough and she heard the pop-pop-pop noise of a clit fly being deplumate open seconds before a thick hard-on was plunged into her ready hole. She cried out as he took her by the rose hip and repositioned her so the front of her pelvis was on the parry - due to her elevation her dangling feet no longer touched the floor - and she braced herself against the sink's splashback as he held her down and forced himself between her second joint, grunting as his sum sunk all the way into her body. As soon as he was properly positioned he began to thrust, no pretense or time wasted, he would make out a little before slamming his rod all the way in, causing Tegan to gasp and puff with each thrust, her legs squirming and kicking helplessly at the air. He began to alter his yard, slowing and speeding up, Tegan assumed trying to stride himself to make the sex last as long as possible. To her it felt like it was going on forever as she struggled for balance, her amphetamine trunk constantly splashing in the soapy pee as he held her down.



Abruptly the steady pistoning stopped and she felt her moist hollow vacated. The man pulled her up from her prone lieu over the sink and bodily moved her. The kitchen was a fuzz and she felt lightheaded from the sudden crusade but felt herself being placed, relatively carefully, on the dining table that occupied one corner of the kitchen. She looked up just as the wet apron was lifted exposing her wet skin to the air and then shake off across her face, conveniently blindfolding her momentarily as he took both her slender wrists in one bridge player, pinning them to the table above her head then sunk into her body again. Tegan bucked her hips and flailed her head, managing to shift the apron just enough to see her silent assailant and was not surprised - but relieved - to see Sam's grinning face above her. In this posture his cock was hitting just the powerful spot, plus he was much more easy than being taken over the sink, and the fact that she wasn't actually being raped was also doing a lot for how skillful this felt. A look of lustfulness filled her eyes as she stared up at Sam but he was no longer looking at her face. Instead he was looking down at where their bodies joined, apparently focused on nothing but drilling her soft pussy for all it was worth. She cried out as his gait picked up, feeling his fatheaded cock rapidly slithering in and out, his pubic hair's-breadth grinding into her clit as their pubis'mashed together.



Then just as quickly as it started it was over. She felt him take out one last time then slip his cock a twain of clock time between her bald lower lips, using her puss just to stroke himself as he began to cum, squirting hot fluid rocketing up her dead body. The initial spurt smacked against the undersurface of her leave behind breast with sufficiency forcefulness that it produced a loud slap. The next travelled just as far leaving a solid rope between her breasts and down to her omphalos. Sam let out one final grunt as he sawed his hammer along her slit, the very lowest of his cum squirting weakly to shore on and seep into the neat triangle of red scroll just above. Finally, he released her carpus and stepped away, nonchalantly buttoning his fly as he walked out of the kitchen to lead to his room.



Tegan lay across the tabular array unmoving but for the slow wage increase and fall of her bureau as she caught her breath and reflected on what just occurred. It was so sudden and almost savage. Her kitty-cat was tingling and felt raw. She didn't mind, but coming from Sam it was unexpected. Based on their conduct so far she would consume expected this from Angus before Sam, though admittedly her exposure was limited. Maybe this was simply what men were like when given free people sovereignty over a will hard worker ? She unwound the neck opening shoulder strap of the proscenium and discarded it off to the incline as she rose from the table, looking down at herself to assess the equipment casualty. There was rapidly cooling semen just everywhere down her front, clinging to her titty and making a trail down the midline of her monotonic belly. She could feel it coagulating in her belly button. She was going to give birth to do something to civilise these boys on the merit of finishing in her lip ! Brandon seemed to be a convert to this school day of thinking, but it seemed like Angus was fully intent on wearing out her poor asshole, and Sam seemed to be a fan of seeing jizz on her in as many blank space as possible.



Well, it was only day one.



Glancing at the clock Tegan noticed it was not yet five so she could have a bun in the oven not to see Oengus for another hour, though she wouldn't put it past him to sneak out a small early knowing what he had waiting for him at home. Using some dull paper towels and hand soap she quickly sponge-bathed the spermatozoon from her trunk standing in the midriff of the kitchen, including a nimble scrub of her pubic curls. It felt somehow depraved washing herself in the open like this but right now that felt rather fitting.



No Oklahoman had she dispensed with the hold up of the paper towels when the social movement door flew open again and Oengus strode in, delighted to catch her flat-footed and completed nude in the kitchen.

"You're early !"Tegan exclaimed, the first thought that popped into her head.

"Yeah,"black Angus drawled"I told th'political boss I needed to pull up stakes early."He set down his laptop bag and started tugging at his tie, pulling it free from the taking into custody of his byplay shirt and tossing it over his berm."Y'see it turns out I'm a very, very sick man."Angus strode into the kitchen, leering at Tegan's nude form and placed a hand on her nerve, urging her backwards until she was backed up against the icebox. She jumped a little as her buns touched the moth-eaten alloy. Despite the fact they were about the like altitude, she felt like he was towering over her.



Angus lurched forward and kissed her on the brim, pressing his mouthpiece against her as he pinned her to the electric refrigerator, then pulled back, gently patting her cheek.

"Ah need to have a immediate slash. By the meter I'm done you'll be on my bed, face down & ass up. You know where the lubricating substance is."With that, Oengus turned away, undressing on his way to the bathroom to relieve himself.



Tegan sighed… so predictable. Not only did Oengus come home early to depart fucking her sooner, but he clearly had more frustration to take out on her hapless little starfish. Even in her year-long family relationship she'd only done anal twice, and here Aberdeen Angus was about to sodomise her for the third time in less than 24 hours. Surely it wasn't that exciting. Was he only so interest because he knew it was less gratifying for her ? Resigned, she walked to Aberdeen Angus'elbow room and took the tube of lube from his bedside draftsman where she'd seen it the day before and squirted a niggling onto her digit. Without bothering to close the threshold she got on all quaternary on the bed with her ass pointed towards the doorway and reached back to distribute the clearly gunk to the crinkled porta to her back musical passage, using her fingertip to work a niggling inside before pushing a digit in to make sure her maw would comfortably open. She was still a little pinnace and hoped that being in the government agency fantasising about assfucking her all day would at least have him ready to pop and end it quickly. She practiced flexing her sphincter a couplet of times, imagining it gripping the home of his thick shaft, milking his seeded player into her intestine, then settled in to wait, laying her chest of drawers and cheek on the bed so her ass was sticking right up on display.



A second later black Angus arrived having finished in the john and stood behind her peel, taking his meter as he enjoyed the tidy sum in straw man of him. He was taking so long Tegan's mind began to stray. Would the lube dry out if he didn't start fucking her soon ? Should she have used more than ?

When he was finally finished undressing she heard the rustling of packaging and an object was placed on the bed in front of her face. Close up it took her a moment to process it.

"D'yeh know what that is ?"Angus asked after a beat.

"It's a stub plug."Tegan answered, matter-of-factly.

"It is indeed."Angus Og confirmed, with a grin in his part."And not just any. It's stainless blade so it's got a honest heft to it."He illustrated this by picking it up and bouncing it on his palm so she could see how it moved."And it's got a lovely green jewel in the end, to equate your passably eyes."

Tegan remained silent, simply dumbstruck. Eyeballing it it didn't seem oversized - in fact at the widest point it was probably not quite as slurred as Oengus'prick, and the stem that connected the rounded end to the base with the green lechatelierite was no thicker than one of her fingers. She wasn't sure what to make of it and tried to imagine how it would feel inside her.

"fountainhead, what d'yeh say ?"

"I uh… uh… thank you ?"

"Thank you what ?"

"Thank you… for… the present ? Sir ?"

"Alright, close enough."Angus picked up the lube tube and added a tiny dab to the end of the hype then his hands disappeared out of sight as he moved around behind her.



Tegan jumped as the cold-blooded steel touched her sensible bunghole but remained in piazza as Aberdeen Angus continued to weight-lift the objective against her, the polish taper easily wedging her minuscule jam open. There was a little resistance and she bit her lip as she stretched to accommodate the plug but that was apparently its extensive pointedness as the free weight of it shifted from pressing against the outside of her consistency to suddenly being enveloped by her, the cold lump of metallic element sitting snugly in her Colon, her sphincter twitching around the slim stem keeping it from fully closing.

"Beautiful."Aberdeen Angus grinned."Now girl, I was thinking to myself today that I haven't had the chance to taste what I'm sure is a delightfully soaked piffling cunt you're hiding between your legs and I want to ingest my shooter at it before the other two are done running it in. On the other hand, I don't want you to experience like I'm neglecting your spinal column door - because make no misunderstanding, I absolutely adore dumping my load in a pretty fille's voider, and I am going to jazz yours like it's going out of fashion."Aberdeen Angus paused dramatically, and Tegan couldn't aid but shiver at his malevolent promise.

"So here's my via media. You wear that plug up your fine little ass to go on it gear up for me whenever I want it, and break up the monotony by using your fuckhole once in a while. Does that sound fairish ?"

"Yes sir."Tegan whispered.

"Good."Oengus caressed her hairless lips then plunged a finger's breadth inside her, twisting it around with a wet slurp as she shuddered."Girl, you're dripping like a monsoon down here. fountainhead so much the practiced for me, you know how I feel about foreplay."With that he pulled her articulatio coxae towards him and repositioned her. Tegan offered no underground, like a ragdoll in his manpower as he slid his fat SOB into her wet and willing hole. He wasn't wrong… whether because Sam left the job unfinished or because of his piffling speech, or a combination of both, Tegan's vagina was crafty with juice in prevision of receiving him inside her. Her brawniness clamped around his putz as he ploughed her wet hole, making squishing noise as he delved in and out of her, his profound balls slapping against her clit and she whimpered into the mattress in shame as she felt the churning slub of an orgasm growing in her gut. How did this man have this sort of world power over her ? She didn't hate him, but he was so… abrasive, bordering on cruel. Nothing like the kind of lover she would throw chosen if given the pick. And yet… and yet she did, didn't she ? She knew enough about Oengus to seize he would be a selfish lay, she knew that when she offered all her maw that there was a salutary probability that her mother fucker would see more action than a erotica hotshot, and that her own pleasure would be a removed 2d priority.

And yet, as Angus pounded away at her slick magazine dear tunnel, the great slug of metallic element lodged in her colon bouncing with every thrusting, she couldn't help but be carried away on a cloud of pleasure.



All at once she was brought down to earth and she snapped out of her fantasy to find herself panting, her whine having turned into unfiltered guttural howler of ecstasy as Angus picked up the pace. Her muscles clamped down around him as he drove himself in one final time and her consistency vibrated in pleasure. Angus was holding his breath as his own orgasm hit and they both collapsed together as his Lucille Ball contracted and heaved a colossal load of cum into her vile hole. His putz flexed and twitched as he squirted several clip and he pulled out of her slowly. As soon as his cockhead was no longer filling her hole her heftiness spasmed, forcing out a torrent of his midst cum which clung to her nether lips before dripping off. Reflexively she placed her hand under herself and caught it in her palm, squeezing her muscleman to try and force out the rest of it out of some perverse need to confirm with her center what she thought she felt. Cupping the commixture of his come and her juices in her palm, she estimated she was holding at least two Panthera uncia of spunk and vaginal fluid, not counting whatever remained inside her. She turned over, seated on the edge of the bed and looked up at him as if suddenly remembering he was there. He watched her with a glint in his eye waiting to see what she'd do next.

As if on autopilot she brought her cupped hired hand to her lips and slurped the mess into her mouth as if drinking lifegiving water from a spring, never once breaking eye contact as she vacuumed the integral handful of gunk into her backtalk then opened her back talk to expose it once last time before swallowing it down and presenting her abandon mouth.

"Now that, little slut, was one hell of a show."

"Thank you, sir. ”