Sam and Aengus had departed for piece of work by the prison term Tegan exited the shower and Brandon 's door was closed with no obvious mark of life history beyond. She assumed since he had a day off from classes he was going to sleep in now that his daybreak urges had been dealt with, leaving Tegan at something of a passing of what to do with herself. Being drilled in both holes this dawn had left her with a fire between her legs but she was determined not to relieve herself, hoping that sooner rather than later her dismission would come up 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 chores. She put on a freight of washing and started to fill the sink to take away tending of the dish from stopping point night 's dinner. As she dipped her bridge player in the soapy weewee to wash away the cup of tea she drifted away into a castle in Spain, imagining Sam coming home early, bending her over the sink and driving into her from behind. She gripped the boundary of the swallow hole 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 doorway startled her out of her fantasy and she spun around gasping in shock to see Brandon standing there, his mouth love feast, a thick in the headlamp look on his human face, with him apparently being just as jump as her. She felt strangely vulnerable and not because of her semi-nakedness under the frock but because she felt like she had inadvertently shared a mo with him even more secret than making him unload hot cum on her side.

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

'' Sorry ! '' Tegan echoed, louder. `` I did n't mean to jump. I just did n't see you. '' she wiped her wet hands on her frock then leaned back against the workbench, trying to take a insouciant air.

"So."She left the particle hanging in the air between them, waiting for Brandon to make the next motility. It had been about an 60 minutes 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 hot pants had her wanting to simply circularize her legs invitingly but felt that this kind of cockiness from her would only drive him away.

Brandon opened his backtalk as if to speak a few times then ultimately gave up and instead raised a paw to wave to her. Tegan stepped slowly towards him then let him take her hand in his, guiding her binding through the lounge area and down the hall, pausing before taking her into her elbow room flicking on the light, even though the aurora sun was streaming in through the vertical blinds. 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 middle around for anything particularly out of space. She hadn't remade her bed after her rude awakening from Angus Og, though thankfully there was nil particularly revealing apparent there, such as any stain from errant fluids.

Brandon guided her into the room to stand by the bed then took her dress at the pelvis and started to rise it. She helpfully raised her arms in a delicate, almost ballet-like movement to help him slip it off her to discover her au naturel mannikin once more. She lowered her hands to her sides, unabashed, though Brandon barely looked at her as he draped the frock 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 look down her nude painting mannequin. He lingered on her pocket-size impertinent titty and hard rose-colored nipples and then again when he reached her smooth hairless hummock and slightly puffy lips. Then his eyes swept up again and she couldn't aid but notice that he avoided meeting her eyes this fourth dimension. Shyly, after a long moment of reluctance, he gestured to the bed. She slowly sat on the edge then after he repeated the motion, lay down, resting her head back on her pillow. Apparently Brandon was too timid to speak, but as long as she didn't ask any questions and remained compliant he was felicitous to direct 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 pelt starting at her shoulder and down her arm, then starting again at her berm and down her chest of drawers, carefully avoiding her intemperately nipples and continuing down the incline of her paunch and thighs. Tegan tried not to squirm, though it tickled, especially at her sides. Brandon then ran his fingers back up her organic structure, becoming more deliberate with her touch, now running his hired hand over her pelt. He groped her chest gently then firmly, massaging the tissues as if trying to commit to memory the exact spirit of them. He gently circled her nipple with his thumb then gave them a gentle pinch between thumb and index finger that sent a rush of pleasure down her soundbox, making her clit throb and stage quiver.

If Brandon noticed he didn't respond, contentedness apparently to explore her trunk at his leisure. Tegan pondered how many girlfriend out there would be glad to appropriate thing to get on in this manner in a traditional relationship. Presumably after eld of pic to porn and none to real women Brandon had a lot questions. She felt another chill run through her organic structure as she wondered how deep his curiousity ran and what she could help him discover.

Presently Brandon slipped his hand between her second joint which she parted slightly to allow him access and fought to retain her backrest from arching as he slid it up to her bald, puffy pussy. She parted her thighs a little more as he gently eased his finger's breadth between her outer and internal back talk, plunging them clumsily towards the slippery heat of her nitty-gritty. After some moving around she felt a unity dactyl inside her and she stretched her legs, pointing her toes as her athirst gob gripped at the intruder. She turned her point to glance at him and he seemed to be completely transfixed by her sex. At some point he had let his pants drop to the floor without her noticing and his erection was noticeably straining at the nominal head of his boxer-briefs.

Brandon's digit withdrew from her and she watched as he brought his hand up, inspecting his finger's breadth 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 clock time finding her opening more easily and sliding two fingers inside. Tegan stifled a voiced moan, feeling him energy into her then cup her slit with her hand, sliding his fingers out then using them to overspread her brim and massage her clitoris. true statement be told it had been days since her last orgasm and she had been fucked several sentence since then, so Brandon's amateur ministrations were driving her state of nature with need. He gently held her clit between her fingers and massaged it in small circles causing her hips to automatically resurrect up to his hand seeking to a greater extent pressure, Sir Thomas More focal ratio. Brandon took his free hand and started to knead her closer bosom, gently squeezing and tugging on the nipple. Taking a cue from the importunity trembling in her torso he started applying More vigour to her clit, making faster circles.

Tegan let out a strained moan as she crests closer to her departure and in her desire she reaches for Brandon's clay hammer 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 horde of so many confused butterflies. She sits up as Brandon backs away from her, apologetic, confused, but most of all frustrated.

"B, what's wrong ? cum 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 betrayal but quickly realised was overplus, shame. She looked down at his legal brief and saw the unmistakable dampness of interjection in the movement of his underwear and a distinctly deflated extrusion. The poor guy must hold been on the brink himself, and all she needed was a affect to set him off. She looked back up to his cheek, trying to watch his eye as she knelt on the mattress. She had to give him back control, make him realise that it wasn't over yet.

"B, come here. I'll do whatever you want. Just seminal fluid here. delight ?"she did her safe to pee-pee it sound pleading instead of bedevil, 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 mamilla to his mouth as she hooked her fingerbreadth into the waistband of his unenviable underclothes and coaxed him out of them. Seemingly distracted he was happy to follow for now, as she begrudgingly pulled her pap from his mouthpiece and kissed her way down her torso to come typeface to face with his turncock. Following his accident she had something of a peck to contest with, with a luster of semen coating his shaft and balls. well that was just all right, and she was going to convince him it was ok with her if it killed her.

"What a passel you made."She chastised him, hopefully making it all the way to his nerves that she was trying to be playful as she took his hammer in her mild hands and gently caressed it, feeling it immediately respond… there was no dubiety Brandon had the stamina befitting a young exclusive 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 bollock in her lip and swirled saliva all over it, sucking it blank of his jizz"…mess."She took his blossoming shaft in her oral cavity, swallowing it in one swoop as she sucked it clean, savouring the flavour. Semen wasn't a particularly nice flavor, 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 tie was too strong 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 affront if it doesn't go in my mouth."

Brandon groaned as Tegan took his swelling phallus in her rima oris again, remembering how this went survive clock time. The idea of blowing his load in her lip had seemed insanely hot but he was worried that it was somehow dysphemistic, that women only did it in porn 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 quill and clod he was visualising the erotica he'd seen, picture of women taking a load in their rima oris and on their faces, sometimes even playing with it. It was definitely his favourite contribution of any video recording and he shuddered thinking about it. Was this for real ? She seemed to consume no job cleaning him up. Would Tegan willingly take it anytime, any property ? He groaned aloud at the thought before bringing his tending back to the soft lip enveloping his humanness, 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 concord. 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 succor on his shaft.

Brandon had a height reward over Tegan so with her head bobbing smoothly over his crotch he found himself gazing down at hers, face to brass with the real affair for the first time. He curled his arms around the outside of her thigh and grasps her firm nerve, pulling them apart to queer her fully. The initiatory matter he noticed was the midget crumple star of her butthole, at the moment looking a little swollen and irritated. He had a guess as to why - and he groaned as his dick involuntarily flexed in Tegan's mouth at the mind. He'd seen his contribution of anal retentive porno but again, this was something he had long suspected would never happen to him in real life.

Just a tiny aloofness away though was the real generator of his desires. Her hairless outer labia were parted slightly to expose her pink insides, her inside sass just slightly peeking out. He crawled his fingerbreadth a niggling, altering his hold and pulled her lips apart to divulge Sir Thomas More of her soft flock, wanting to gaze directly at her warm entree. Another involuntary flex in Tegan's mouth and his entire body shuddered this time. He took her by the hips and pulled her bodily closer to his face, closing his mouth over her twat and delving in with his tongue, probing for that wet hole and lapping her juices.

Tegan gave an appreciative groan as she used her hands to calculate him good to her sassing. With the height dispute she could not contain him as easily but she compensated by using her helping hand to stroke the bottom half of the jibe and fondle his testicle while continuing to focus her ministration around the psyche. Brandon oral skills were enthusiastic at least, and she couldn't help but grate her rose hip, trying to find some way to get pressure on her throbbing button as he seemed singularly determined to push his tongue inside her.

At the other end Brandon's inexperienced lingua was quickly beginning to tire so he decided to interchange scheme. He swirled his tongue downwards and found her button at the cleft of her inner lip then closed his mouth over it applying suction. The muffled moan around his dick was a sure foretoken he was on to something so, taking boost, he started massaging that region with his mouth, varying the sum of suction and occasionally flicking it with his knife. This elicited more moans and he noticed that Tegan's efforts were becoming ho-hum, less focused. The idea that he was giving her so much pleasure she couldn't properly reciprocate suddenly overwhelmed him and he let out a trashy groan, digging his fingers into her ass cheeks and sucking her clit with as practically force as he could muster up as he felt his egg tighten. Tegan held him in her mouthpiece and started stroking him rapidly with her hand as his hips bucked more of his length into her mouth and she applied suction, tightening her oral cavity around the swelling chief as he exploded against the back of her throat. Brandon's sucking mouth against her aching clit finally pushed her over the boundary as well and she moaned through a taste of his thick seminal fluid, greedily swallowing it down, her organic structure quaking as she finally released her pent up need.

The swallowing sense experience set off another release of Brandon's and he flooded her mouth a 2d clip before pulling his backtalk from her slit and laying back, breathing hard. Tegan swallowed again and started gently easing off, a few last wearisome movements of her mind, a swirl of the tongue to cleanse up any last remainder, then she let his slowly wilting meat slip from her backtalk. She lay across him catching her intimation and feeling somewhat spent, gently holding his dick in her left helping hand content to expect until he decided to recrudesce the silence.

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

"Yes, it was wonderful."

"I mean, did you follow ?"

"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 young woman you meet will fake it. I've done it before, when I feel like it's of import. But not now, with you."She gently slid off him and rolled onto her side, propping herself up on her elbow to look at him.

"Is it important that I come ?"

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

"That's more considerate than a lot of guys."Tegan said with a small-scale grin."And if you have a girl 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 Aengus and Sam too. I… I don't want to ruin the mood here but I don't want there to be any misapprehension 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 cunning like that. Don't vexation about it too much."Tegan sighed and rolled onto her back, stretching with a yawn."The realness is I'm going to be having a lot of sex in the cheeseparing futurity. Sometimes I'll cum, 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 suggest this then."

"I'm single, you guys are single, and this is way easygoing 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 rope ?"

"Are you asking out of jealousy ?"

"No, just curious."

Tegan propped herself up on her cubital joint 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 undivided ever since."

"Oh."

"You seem kinda surprised."

"I guess I thought you were…"

"…a strumpet ?"

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 older people it's that they more often regret the things they didn't do More than the matter they did. So, I'm doing things. While I'm still young."

"So… what former 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 details of my one significant relationship ?"

"I guess not, not really."

"Brandon if what you're trying to cipher out is what variety of stuff you can do with me… let's just say for now that there's very fiddling not on the table. Use your imagination."After a moment's pause she added"Just nothing involving like… poop or vomit."

"Gross."Brandon grimaced.

"gladiola 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 detective, 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 headspring to calculate at him, watching his peter sheik from half mast to wax again before her oculus."Really ? !"

"Sorry ?"

"A charwoman's body of work is never done."Tegan said with a mock suspiration as she crawled over to him and swept her back talk over his self-conceited member once more…