Regifting Ch. 03

"Don't stop," she implored him, trying to pull him down and finish what he started.

"You want me to stop?" Brad teased, enjoying hearing her wavering voice and placing two fingers at the top of her pussy, wiggled them side to side.

"Nooo," Nikki mewled, twisting on the towel as he rubbed against her.

The passionate sounds of a woman pleading was intoxicating and drew upon the dark recesses of his writer's imagination. Removing his fingers, Brad lowered his head and with quick swipes slapped his tongue against her, her womanly folds vibrating at his touch. Over and over he did this, Nikki jumping each time, her sharp intake of breaths growing louder, almost squeaking at the shock-like jolts to her body. Changing pace, he slowly drew his tongue up the length of her pussy, sliding easily up her sopping divide to press against her presented nub and on upwards.

Nikki moaned as her clit was tormented by the drawn out touches, the nerves therein sparking briefly at the extended contact before throbbing in unison to her pulse as Brad withdrew.

"Please," came the wavering voice, her body covered in a sheen of moisture as it fought to cool her down while Brad's ministrations sought to heat her up.

"You sure?" he asked, now fully enjoying the stimulating torment he was inflicting. He wanted to prolong this as much as he could, to hear her pleas for release and then, when she could take it no more, feel her body writhing at his touch.

"Yes," was the throaty response, her mouth gulping for air as her body wanted desperately to feel his tongue, or fingers, or anything, force her over the edge.

Brad looked up at her, wanting her to look at him, and she did. Her eyes were begging him to finish her, her breasts contained in her top rapidly rising and falling as she willed him to continue.

Dipping his head and lightly clamping his mouth over her most sensitive spot, Brad thrashed his tongue wildly over it. A second later Nikki's hips began to twist and buck as the moment arrived. With a drawn out moan her body quivered as she was overcome by the orgasm shooting through her. The leg over his back dug in, the other twitching inward against the push of his hand each time his tongue slashed across her. Her brow was furrowed, her mouth gulping for air and crying out as she was sent into a delirious state.

Her hand gripped his hair tightly, holding him in place as her cries filled the air. Her hips snapped back and forth each time the tongue flicked against her, growing light-headed as her body was electrified with each touch.

When her voice began to trail off Brad slowed then stopped touching her, her legs trembling with residual tremors as her body processed the pantheon of sensations coursing through it. Her hand slid from his head as he stood and stretched to remove the knot in his back from being bent over.

Cautiously her eyes opened and a smile formed on her lips, her limp body rising from its reclining position to sit somewhat upright. Her shoulders were slumped forward, her head hanging low as she gathered herself until looking at him, she slid off the bench and knelt before him. Her hands reaching into his waist, she undid the string cinching his swim trunks and yanked down on the damp piece of clothing. Immediately she inhaled his cock, sounds of contented pleasure filtering from her mouth.

"That was fantastic," she told him after taking a moment to stop sucking on him. She rubbed his shaft on her face, delighting in its warm hardness against her skin. Bending her head back, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to lick his balls, Brad gasping as she dug into him, her tongue slobbering over his salty skin.

Pulling his dick down, Nikki sucked on him again, more forcefully than she had in the past, her head bobbing back and forth several times at a quick pace. Popping him free, she stood, turned around and rested her arms on the towel on the bench, telling him, "I want you."

Her actions leaving no doubt what she wanted, Brad stepped out of his shorts around his ankles and came up behind her. Taking hold of his dick, he placed it between her legs while Nikki bent her back and spread her legs so he could slip inside her.

"Uhhhh," she gushed, pushing against him until his hips met her ass.

Without being prodded, Brad undid the clasp of her top and let it fall to the floor, her breasts falling free as he began to pump his hips. Nikki moved with him, her head resting on the towel as their bodies slapped off one another, his hands holding her waist to keep her in position. Sweat beaded on their brows in the warm, humid air, their bodies growing hotter by the moment as they fucked.

"Deeper," she called out, Brad responding by dipping his hips and forcing himself hard into her. Nikki jerked forward, her breasts swaying underneath her, and Brad leaned over to grasp the firm shapes, his hands kneading her, squeezing her nipples as he thrust his hips forward. The two of them panted, their bodies driven by the overwhelming desire to fuck, coupled together like dogs in heat.

Releasing her from his grasp, Brad leaned back and held her waist, pulling and pushing her on to his cock. He watched as her ass sprung forward and he caught a momentary glimpse of his shaft before it disappeared inside her. Nikki forced herself on to him, her hands gripping the edge of the bench to steady herself, the fire between her legs growing as she quickened her pace.

Brad felt it as well and added to her efforts, his dick ramrod straight as he pumped his hips faster and faster. The friction of her pussy on his dick created an intense desire within him wanting only to fuck her as long as he could.

As if she could read his mind, Nikki panted, "Don't stop. I love it this way!"

The two were like a machine, their parts sliding against one another in perfect synchronicity. Locked in their rhythm, the two reenacted that day in his home office four years ago, Nikki's ass bouncing off him each time his cock plunged into her.

Brad drove himself hard into Nikki, her body thrown forward on to the bench. Her breasts were pressed into the towel as Brad, his cock aching from the prolonged erection, took hold of her shoulders and held her in place. Her arms seeking out purchase, Nikki was half-sprawled on the bench, pinned down as she was taken from behind. Her legs quivered as she held her stance, occasionally rising on her toes briefly as the cock was forced into her.

The contraction deep inside Brad culminated seconds later in his streams of cum blasting into Nikki's pussy. He moaned every time his cock split her swollen lips, unable to control himself as his body forced him to fuck her. Over and over his hips slammed into her, Nikki trying to steady herself as she was pushed against the edge of the bench. He grit his teeth as the waves of his orgasm rippling through his cock elicited an almost agonizing throbbing as he continued.

Finally he came to a stuttering stop, his body shaking from the exertion. His chest heaving, it didn't take long for his dick to flop free, both he and Nikki groaning as it left her. He leaned over her back to rest, quickly lifting off her as the heat from their bodies was too much for him. Standing behind her, he caught his breath, a hand sliding off her and falling by his side.

Nikki lifted herself upright and turned to lean against the bench, her face red as she caught her breath. Though outwardly silent, her whole body tingled, needing more to drive her over the edge. She had felt this way before and she knew what needed to be done.

With a quick kiss she told Brad, "I need to go inside," and threw on her bikini, not bothering to fully adjust it before throwing open the door to the shed and going to his house.

Though exhausted, Brad was curious as to what she meant, the way she said it, and pulling on his trunks, waddled uncomfortably out into the afternoon sun towards his house. He had barely made it inside when he heard a buzzing sound and Nikki's voice heaving with effort. Walking quickly to the source, he found her lying on the bedroom floor, her bikini bottom tossed to the side and her hand pumping back and forth between her spread legs. He watched as she twisted and writhed, her mouth open and calling out as her hand moved faster and faster until the unmistakable squeal of her orgasm filled the room. Furiously her hand flashed, her back arching and falling as she relentlessly satisfied herself, stifled whimpers coming to the fore now and then as she bit her lip.

Her hand slowly came to a stop though the buzzing sound continued, Brad noticing her hand having fallen away as she lay still. Her breasts rose and fell, the shimmer of her damp body changing with each deep breath. In a few moments she reached between her legs and grabbed what Brad recognized as the vibrator he had previously seen in her duffel. She turned it off but continued to lie on the floor, a hand pushing back her hair from her forehead.

Brad stood still, amazed at what he had just witnessed. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen a woman pleasure herself, and the erotic display of someone like Nikki was a sight to behold. Though physically he could do nothing, mentally he was just as aroused as if he could. Taking a few steps towards her, Nikki must have felt his presence because she tilted her head back and looked at him. She smiled then began to giggle, turning over on to her stomach as he approached.

"Wow," was all Brad said as he stood over her.

Turning to her side to look up, Nikki kept giggling, girlishly covering her mouth as she continued. When she finally calmed down she stood in front of Brad, the occasional giggle still making an appearance as they eyed one another. Looking down at her hand still clutching the vibrator, he saw the dirt on her knees and arms, reminders of what had taken place in the shed.

"Can you turn the a/c on?" she asked, still somewhat giddy but almost back to her normal self.

Realizing how sticky he felt, Brad went to the hallway and turned on the control, rewarded moments later by the comforting breeze from a nearby vent. By the time he returned, Nikki was already running the water and he stripped out of his swim trunks to join her. Though more interested in getting the dirt and sweat from the activities off of them, the two did spend some time horsing around, Brad naturally playing with and sucking on her breasts while Nikki ran her hands over his ass and stuck a finger between his cheeks before popping it inside him for just a moment.

"You should try it sometime," she teased after Brad lightly objected.

He let the comment pass and the two dried themselves under the cooling breeze of a modern convenience, Nikki taking time to clean her vibrator and dry her hair while Brad lay on the bed to recover. When finished, she joined him and the two fell into a near sleep as the afternoon wore on. When they awoke, Brad was pleased to find Nikki nestled against him, her warmth contrasting with the coolness of the air. He stroked her back, Nikki groggily coming awake at his touch and climbing more fully on to him.

"Don't get any ideas," he joked as he held her, her soft form draped comfortably across him.

"Don't worry," she mumbled, "I can take care of myself."

They laughed at her response and Brad gave her a squeeze while gently telling her he needed to get their supper ready. Nikki grumbled at having to move from her warm spot, and inwardly so did Brad, but he persisted and eventually Nikki rolled off him and curled herself on the bed as he left. The evening was quiet for the two, each perhaps realizing it would be their last night together, and after Nikki collected her shoes and other items from where she had left them by the pool, they spent the evening nestled in each other's arms, watching whatever was on television and enjoying each other's company.

In the morning Brad was awoken by Nikki who seemed invigorated after a good night's sleep, dressed in the same t-shirt she had on previously, his eyes automatically gravitating to the bouncing contours of her hidden breasts as she nudged him. He couldn't put his finger on it but she seemed different, her actions the same as they had been the entire weekend but with that something extra thrown in. She informed him his breakfast was almost ready and after leaving him, the smell of food wafted into the room, rousing Brad from his sleepy stupor.

Nikki kept smiling at him as they ate, Brad unsure why she seemed so happy but chalking it up to her having enjoyed her time with him. As they showered, Nikki nonchalantly suggested he shave the days growth of stubble from his face, occasionally teasing him but otherwise going through her normal routine. He threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt when done, the cool air of the house refreshing compared to the warm, muggy air of yesterday.

He was in the kitchen cleaning some dishes when the doorbell rang. This caught him off guard as he wasn't expecting anyone. Opening the door, he was presented with an attractive brunette on his doorstep, her long, dark hair pulled back in a loose ponytail.

"Hi, I'm Becca," chirped the smiling figure, "is Nikki here?"

"Yes," Brad started, unsure who she was though there was something familiar about her. "Come in and I'll get her."

While the stranger waited at the door, Brad went and found Nikki in his bedroom, now dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, who had done some minor cleaning.

"There's someone here asking for you," he told her, confused at her actions and the entire situation. "She said her name is Becca."

"Oh good, I was hoping that was her," Nikki said walking past him.

Brad followed and watched as the two women lit up in mutually big smiles when they greeted each other by hugging. Not wanting to intrude, Brad stood back and could just make out a few words as the two quietly talked, Becca glancing at him every so often as she nodded her head.

"I have a surprise for you," Nikki announced when she turned to face Brad. "This is Becca who you met at the restaurant on Friday night."

His memory coming back, he now recognized her as he examined her more closely. What caught his attention, and something he remembered from their brief meeting, was her well-endowed figure straining against the fabric of her tank top.

"We've been friends for yearss," Nikki continued, "and we went to college together though her major was business. Right now she's going for her Masters."

Brad wasn't sure why he was being told this information and cut her off.

"What's going on?"

The two looked at each other and grinned, the contrast between the svelte, short-haired blonde and the buxom, long-haired brunette interesting to see, and Nikki's grin turned to a big smile as she calmly answered his question.

"We thought it would be nice to make our own fireworks."

His mind blank for a moment, Brad suddenly realized what she meant and all but shouted, "WHAT?!"