Sam and Oengus had departed for employment by the sentence Tegan exited the rain shower and Brandon 's threshold was closed with no obvious signs of life beyond. She assumed since he had a day off from grade he was going to log Z's in now that his morning urges had been dealt with, leaving Tegan at something of a red of what to do with herself. Being drilled in both holes this dawn had left her with a flaming between her pegleg but she was determined not to salvage herself, hoping that Oklahoman rather than later her tone ending 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 satisfy the sink to take charge of the dish aerial from last Night 's dinner. As she dipped her hands in the soapy water to wash the lulu she drifted away into a daydream, imagining Sam coming home early, bending her over the sink and driving into her from arse. She gripped the edge of the sink as she bent forward, biting her lip as she clenched her brawniness, imagining his length sliding in and out. She pressed her thighs together, moaning as she felt herself edge closer and closer.



Abruptly a phone from the doorway startled her out of her phantasy and she spun around gasping in impact to see Brandon standing there, his mouth agape love, a deep in the headlamp look on his grimace, with him apparently being just as startled as her. She felt strangely vulnerable and not because of her semi-nakedness under the attire but because she felt like she had inadvertently shared a moment with him even more private than making him offload hot semen on her nerve.

'' 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 dress then leaned back against the judiciary, trying to adopt a perfunctory air.

"So."She left the subatomic particle hanging in the air between them, waiting for Brandon to make the side by side move. It had been about an hour since the handjob so there was no doubtfulness Brandon would be more than prepare for another round. Unfortunately she had no thought what he wanted from her. Her horniness had her wanting to simply spread out her legs invitingly but felt that this sort of forwardness from her would only repel him away.

Brandon opened his mouth as if to speak a few times then ultimately gave up and instead raised a hand to beckon to her. Tegan stepped slowly towards him then let him take her helping hand in his, guiding her backbone through the waiting room orbit and down the hall, pausing before taking her into her room flicking on the Light Within, even though the dawn 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 respectable, though she self-consciously cast her eyes around for anything particularly out of property. She hadn't remade her bed after her rude awakening from Angus, though thankfully there was nothing particularly revealing apparent there, such as any stains from errant fluids.

Brandon guided her into the room to stand by the bed then took her clothes at the pelvis and started to plagiarize it. She helpfully raised her branch in a delicate, almost ballet-like campaign to facilitate him drop away it off her to reveal her nude painting configuration once more. She lowered her hands to her sides, unabashed, though Brandon barely looked at her as he draped the dress over the cheap rocking hot seat from IKEA that held about a one-quarter of her wardrobe.

Finally he looked at her directly, his body scanning from her face down her nude sort. He lingered on her small pert breasts and hard rosy mammilla and then again when he reached her smooth hairless cumulus and slightly puffy sassing. Then his eyes swept up again and she couldn't help but notice that he avoided meeting her eyes this clip. Shyly, after a tenacious moment of disinclination, 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 well-chosen to guide 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 hide starting at her shoulder and down her arm, then starting again at her shoulder and down her chest, carefully avoiding her toilsome nipples and continuing down the side of meat of her belly and thighs. Tegan tried not to squirm, though it tickled, especially at her sides. Brandon then ran his fingerbreadth back up her dead body, becoming more deliberate with her speck, now running his hands over her skin. He groped her knocker gently then firmly, massaging the tissues as if trying to invest to memory the exact feel of them. He gently circled her nipples with his thumb then gave them a blue-blooded pinch between thumb and index finger that sent a bang of pleasure down her body, making her clit throb and pegleg quiver.

If Brandon noticed he didn't respond, capacity apparently to explore her body at his leisure. Tegan pondered how many girls out there would be happy to allow things to get on in this style in a traditional human relationship. Presumably after year of exposure to porn and none to real adult female Brandon had a lot questions. She felt another quiver run through her body as she wondered how inscrutable his curiousity ran and what she could assist him discover.

Presently Brandon slipped his bridge player between her thighs which she parted slightly to allow him access and fought to celebrate her back from arching as he slid it up to her bald, bouffant slit. She parted her thighs a little more as he gently eased his fingers between her outer and interior lips, plunging them clumsily towards the slippery heat of her core. After some moving around she felt a single dactyl inside her and she stretched her legs, pointing her toes as her hungry hole gripped at the trespasser. She turned her school principal to glance at him and he seemed to be completely hypnotized by her sex. At some compass point he had let his gasp drop to the trading floor without her noticing and his erecting was noticeably straining at the front of his boxer-briefs.

Brandon's fingerbreadth withdrew from her and she watched as he brought his bridge player up, inspecting his finger's breadth and smelling her wetness left behind before tasting it gingerly. His font didn't give anything away of his thoughts on the matter but he instead ran his deal up her thigh and repeated the operation, this time finding her opening more easily and sliding two fingers inside. Tegan stifled a soft moan, feeling him thrust into her then cup her pussy with her hand, sliding his finger out then using them to spread her back talk and massage her clit. Truth be told it had been sidereal day since her go orgasm and she had been fucked several clock time since then, so Brandon's inexpert ministrations were driving her natural state with need. He gently held her button between her finger and massaged it in modest circles causing her rosehip to automatically wax up to his bridge player seeking more than pressure, more than speed. Brandon took his barren hand and started to knead her closer breast, gently squeezing and tugging on the tit. Taking a cue from the urging trembling in her dead body he started applying More heartiness to her clit, making faster circles.

Tegan let out a tense up groan as she crests closer to her release and in her desire she reaches for Brandon's stiff cock through the stuff of his underclothes, bobbing tantalisingly near her berm, and then a startled cry as Brandon pulls away, her orgasm fluttering away like a swarm of so many befuddle butterflies. She sits up as Brandon backs away from her, apologetic, confused, but well-nigh of all frustrated.

"B, what's legal injury ? cum back, please ?"She raised her implements of war, trying to coax him towards her into a gentle embracing as he glanced at her with a look that she almost mistook for betrayal but quickly realised was embarrassment, shame. She looked down at his briefs and saw the unmistakable dampness of ejaculation in the front of his underwear and a distinctly deflated swelling. The poor guy must feature been on the brink himself, and all she needed was a touch to set him off. She looked back up to his human face, trying to catch his eye as she knelt on the mattress. She had to give him back restraint, make him realise that it wasn't over yet.

"B, come here. I'll do whatever you want. Just ejaculate here. Please ?"she did her best to make it sound pleading instead of frustrate, like she needed him - considering the sexually disappointed province 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 mouth as she hooked her fingers 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 nipple from his mouth and kissed her way down her torso to come face to face with his cock. Following his accident she had something of a deal to struggle with, with a luster of semen coating his shaft and balls. 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 clear to his nervousness that she was trying to be playful as she took his cock in her soft hands and gently caressed it, feeling it immediately respond… there was no incertitude Brandon had the stamen befitting a young unmarried man to go and go and go… he just needed experience to slack down that hair trigger."What a sticky…"she licked at his tip"…gooey…"she gently took one of his lump in her backtalk and swirled spittle all over it, sucking it blank of his jizz"…mess."She took his blossoming shaft in her mouthpiece, swallowing it in one swoop as she sucked it uncontaminating, savouring the flavour. Semen wasn't a particularly nice savor, she'd be lying if she said it was ( especially if the guy didn't eat a lot of yield ), but it was something she enjoyed because it meant that she'd provided pleasance and the association was too hard to disconnect.

"Cum is my favourite food"Tegan lied"so from now on if you need to cum I will regard it a personal insult if it doesn't go in my mouth."

Brandon groaned as Tegan took his swelling appendage in her sass again, remembering how this went last-place clock time. The idea of blowing his lode in her mouth had seemed insanely hot but he was worried that it was somehow nauseous, that cleaning woman only did it in porn or because men wanted them to. But here was this mad lady friend 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 deary 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 acquire it anytime, any blank space ? He groaned aloud at the sentiment before bringing his care back to the soft sassing enveloping his manhood, the emerald eye 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 agreement. 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 viva ministration on his shaft.

Brandon had a height vantage over Tegan so with her head bobbing smoothly over his crotch he found himself gazing down at hers, face to face with the actual thing for the maiden meter. He curled his arms around the outside of her thighs and grasps her business firm brass, pulling them apart to expose her fully. The first of all matter he noticed was the bantam puckered star topology of her butthole, at the moment looking a short swollen and devil. He had a guess as to why - and he groaned as his dick involuntarily flexed in Tegan's backtalk at the idea. He'd seen his ploughshare of anal porn but again, this was something he had long suspected would never encounter to him in real life.

Just a petite distance away though was the material germ of his desires. Her hairless outer labia were parted slightly to let on her pink interior, her inner lips just slightly peeking out. He crawled his fingers a little, altering his grip and pulled her lips apart to reveal More of her soft folds, wanting to gaze directly at her fond entrance. Another involuntary flex in Tegan's mouth and his entire organic structure shuddered this time. He took her by the hips and pulled her bodily closer to his face, closing his mouth over her pussy and delving in with his lingua, probing for that wet hole and lapping her juices.

Tegan gave an appreciative moan as she used her hands to address him better to her mouth. With the height deviation she could not take him as easily but she compensated by using her mitt to stroke the freighter half of the shot and caress his Ball while continuing to sharpen her succor around the head. Brandon viva voce skills were enthusiastic at to the lowest degree, and she couldn't help but craunch her hips, trying to find some way to get pressure on her throbbing clit as he seemed singularly determined to crowd his lingua inside her.

At the other end Brandon's inexperienced tongue was quickly beginning to tire so he decided to change strategy. He swirled his tongue downwards and found her button at the fissure of her inner lip then closed his sassing over it applying sucking. The strangle moan around his cock was a sure sign he was on to something so, taking encouragement, he started massaging that area with his mouth, varying the amount of suction and occasionally flicking it with his tongue. This elicited more moan and he noticed that Tegan's movement were becoming slower, less concentre. The idea that he was giving her so much delight she couldn't properly reciprocate suddenly overwhelmed him and he let out a loud groan, digging his fingers into her ass cheeks and sucking her clit with as lots force as he could muster as he felt his Ball tighten. Tegan held him in her mouth and started stroking him rapidly with her hand as his hips bucked Thomas More of his length into her sassing and she applied suction, tightening her mouth around the swelling head as he exploded against the back of her throat. Brandon's sucking oral cavity against her aching clit finally pushed her over the edge as well and she moaned through a mouthful of his thick germ, greedily swallowing it down, her body quaking as she finally released her pent up need.

The swallowing whiz set off another release of Brandon's and he flooded her sassing a endorsement clip before pulling his rima oris from her incision and laying back, breathing hard. Tegan swallowed again and started gently easing off, a few net slow movements of her psyche, a whirl of the spit to clean up any last remainder, then she let his slowly wilting meat miscue from her mouth. She lay across him catching her breath and feeling somewhat fagged, gently holding his hawkshaw in her left hand content to waitress 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 expert ?"

"Yes, it was wonderful."

"I mean, did you number ?"

"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 girlfriend 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 English, propping herself up on her elbow to attend at him.

"Is it crucial that I come ?"

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

"That's more considerate than a lot of guys."Tegan said with a modest smile."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 ruin the temper here but I don't want there to be any mistake 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 joy. I might not always come, girls are cunning like that. Don't concern about it too much."Tegan sighed and rolled onto her back, stretching with a oscitance."The reality is I'm going to be having a lot of sex in the go up future tense. Sometimes I'll come, sometimes I won't."

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

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

"Ok why did you paint a picture this then."

"I'm I, you guys are single, and this is way well-off 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 cable ?"

"Are you asking out of jealousy ?"

"No, just curious."

Tegan propped herself up on her articulatio cubiti 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 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 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 old mass it's that they more often regret the things they didn't do more than the things they did. So, I'm doing thing. While I'm still young."

"So… what early 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 point of my one significant relationship ?"

"I guess not, not really."

"Brandon if what you're trying to figure out is what form of material you can do with me… let's just say for now that there's very little not on the board. Use your imagination."After a moment's pause she added"Just zippo involving like… poop or vomit."

"Gross."Brandon grimaced.

"gladiola we're in agreement on that ! Any other query ?"

"Have you ever been with a female child ?"

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

"Well ?"

"Oh so now you want details ?"

"Well… yeah !"

"No die, 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 read/write head to look at him, watching his shaft fashion plate from one-half mast to full moon again before her eyes."Really ? !"

"Sorry ?"

"A charwoman's work is never done."Tegan said with a mock sigh as she crawled over to him and swept her mouth over his conceited penis once more…