Regifting Ch. 06

"I need to take care of that," she said and left the room, returning moments later to stand in front of the mirror in his bathroom. Leaning her head side to side, she swept a large-toothed brush several times through her dark lengths before Brad interrupted her.

"Come here," he told her as he sat on the edge of the bed watching her.

Confused, Becca padded to him.

"Sit down," Brad said, sliding back so there was room for her to sit in front of him.

Doing as instructed, Becca sat on the provided space, her body confined between his legs, still unsure what he had planned. His hand reached around and took the brush from her, running it through her hair as she held her position. Though he couldn't see her face, she grinned as her head swayed to his actions, enjoying the unasked-for treatment.

"How come you're doing this?" she finally asked, holding her back erect as Brad continued to brush her hair.

"So I can get some real life experience for my book," he told her, his free hand running up the back of her hair to fan it out and let it fall free. "Besides, I like long hair such as yours. Gives me something to hold on to."

Her head snapping around after his last comment, her hair whipping free, she smiled, twisting her body enough until she could push him down. Grinning as she hovered over him, she wiggled her head so the ends of her hair tickled his face.

This didn't last long as Brad let go of her brush and pulled her on top of him, giving her a kiss before holding her. Becca didn't resist, comforted in his arms, her now dry hair spread out over the two of them.

"About that book," she commented, "what can you tell me about it?"

Chuckling, Brad told her, "I can't tell you that."

"Why not?" she asked, lifting off him just enough so she could look down at him.

"Because if I tell you, you won't go out and buy it."

"Are you sure you won't tell me?" Becca coyly asked, moving herself forward so her breasts rested on his face before lightly sliding them back and forth.

Not wasting the opportunity, Brad kissed each in turn as they moved across his lips, squeezing her ass which he held in both hands. She teased him by placing a nipple directly on his mouth, letting him lick her before pulling away.

"So, about that book. . . ," she repeated, repositioning herself to again lie on top of him.

"Sorry, not gonna happen," he chuckled, enjoying her antics as she tried to persuade him to reconsider. "And now," he continued, "it's time for us to get some breakfast." With a more firm pat on her rump he rolled her off him, giving her a light kiss as she lay on the bed, her arms holding him about the neck as she tried to prevent him from leaving.

"You're forgetting something," she told him with a devilish smirk on her lips.

"Such as. . .?"

"Come here," and using her hands, pulled him forward until he realized what she wanted to do.

"You sure about this?" he asked, a hint of trepidation to his voice.

"Uh huh," she smiled, still trying to pull him forward as his legs straddled her neck.

"You do realize this could be painful. For me," he cautioned.

"Don't worry. I promise I won't hurt you. I'll be very gentle."

Pursing his mouth, Brad sat up more fully on his knees and inched forward, Becca's mouth already wide open as she waited for him.

"Wait!" she stopped him, moments before he was in position. "You're gonna have to put them in because I won't be able to reach them," she informed him, trying to get her arms around his legs to demonstrate her issue.

"Now you tell me." With a final adjustment to his stance so his ball sack was hovering over her mouth, Brad reached down to hold his scrotum in position and carefully lowered himself. As he came in contact with her mouth Becca reached out with her tongue to lick his nude sack, almost juggling the two oval shapes before opening her mouth as wide as she could. It was an awkward position, him kneeling over her, trying to find the right way to get himself into her mouth without his tender area being scraped across her teeth, but with a push here and pull there, he was finally able to drop fully into her mouth, the sensation almost comforting.

Becca looked up, his dick just lying on her face and what he imagined to be a smile showing in her eyes. As he held perfectly still she incrementally closed her mouth, eventually able to hold him firmly by puffing out her cheeks. Her hands ran up and down his back, her feet dancing on the bed as she let loose a muffled squeal to celebrate her achievement. Her tongue moved over him, Brad grunting as the warm wetness slid over his bare skin, trying his best not to move as she did her thing.

She either hummed or moaned, Brad wasn't sure, but the vibrations felt delightful as they rippled across his captive sack. Seeing him react she did it again, this time longer and more forcefully, the effect causing him to involuntarily lower himself even further before she tapped his back and opened her eyes wide.

Rising, he had to perform the same maneuvers to get out as he did to get in, eventually retrieving his now wet sack in one piece. However, before he could lift clear, Becca's hands held his thighs and she lifted her face so she could rub against him. It almost seemed to him she was doing the same thing he had done to her breasts; rubbing against him so she could feel him on her face.

Her expression, a scrunched face coated in a joyous grin, made him laugh, the display comical as she moved her head side to side.

"What are you doing?" he chuckled, his legs locked into position as he knelt above her.

Her face turned so his dick and balls were lying on one side, she told him, "Just feeling what it's like though you should probably shave tonight as you're getting some stubble." Giggling after saying that, she turned her head so he was resting square on her lips, his dick balancing on the bridge of her nose. She puckered up and kissed him, the soft skin conforming to her distorted mouth.

Brad could only laugh as he watched her, the situation something else to add to his list of once-in-a-liftime events. She gave his scrotum several kisses before finally telling him he could get off, Brad making a double entendre of her comment.

"Maybe later," she said as she sat up, grinning from ear to ear as they laughed together.

Brad leaned downed and gave her a small kiss, Becca still grinning as he got out of bed and suggested they get something to eat.

"I probably should," she agreed, sliding off the other side of the bed to stand, "I've only had a snack."

Shaking his head, he found a pair of shorts and was in the process of pulling them on when he noticed she wasn't doing likewise.

"I hadn't planned to go out," she told him after he asked her if she was going to put something on. "I only brought what I wore and my bikini."

Oh. He hadn't realized that and offered her a shirt to wear which she declined, telling him she probably wouldn't be in it long anyway.

With another hearty laugh Brad removed his shorts and led her to the kitchen where he put his unexpected guest to work. While she beat the eggs, he pulled out some more leftovers and turned them into something they could eat. Afterwards, without being asked, Becca laid out the table and it wasn't much longer before the first omelet slid out of the pan.

"I really need to come here more often," she told as she stuffed another mouthful of food into her mouth.

Brad chuckled, watching her almost inhale the food from her plate as he prepared his breakfast. As he placed his food on his plate he offered her seconds which she readily agreed to. Putting the items into the pan, he told her she'd have to watch things because he needed to eat too. To regain his strength.

Becca laughed at the last part, dancing to his side and giving him a kiss on the cheek before returning to the stove to watch her meal so it didn't burn. While the omelet didn't come out as neat and tidy as his, it was more than edible and she dug into it as well, offering half of it to Brad who didn't turn down the offer.

When finished, the two cleaned up as much as their stuffed state allowed and after completing their morning routines, retired to the couch to relax.

"You don't mind me being here, do you?" Becca asked after they were seated, tucking her legs under herself as she turned to face him.

"No, you're fine," Brad answered, "I guess in a way it's nice to be let down easy rather than going cold turkey."

She giggled at his answer, moving herself closer until their bodies were separated by inches.

"Would you mind if I come over some time?" was her second question.

That surprised Brad and he asked her why.

"I'm not seeing anyone right now so there's no one to get jealous," she answered. "And I'll soon be taking more classes and I'm sure I'll need some kind of stress relief." The two laughed at her backhanded way of telling him she wanted to sleep with him some more before she added one more thought.

"Besides, I've gotten used to being rubbed down and having breakfast made for me."

That remark sent him over the edge and Brad let out a sustained laugh before pulling her close and kissing her. Though meant only as a sign of playful affection, the pressing of her nude body against his soon had the two exchanging more tender embraces, the hesitation of yesterday as the two adjusted to one another gone as their lips softly touched.

His fingers slid into her soft, dark mane, the length pushed to the side as they kissed, his head pulling back to gaze into her eyes.

"I hadn't planned on it, but I think I could manage you coming over now and then, just so long as you give me a heads up."

"So you wouldn't like it if I came over unannounced in nothing but a trench coat and heels?"

He chuckled at her teasing, telling her, "Someone's been watching too many bad movies."

She smiled then kissed him, a hand sliding down to rest in his lap. Neither looked, their eyes locked on to the other, his heart beating faster at her touch. Her fingers rubbed across him, adding to the warmth of their bodies and soon causing the intended effect, wrapping around his swelling length as she leaned in to kiss him.

Resting her head against his, Becca watched herself stroke his nearly hardened shaft, the color of his skin changing as she pleasured him. Without a word she slid down and positioned herself beside him, resting on her knees and leaning over to smoothly take him in her mouth. Her soft lips slid down his length, her velvety tongue cradling him as she sucked on him, Brad resting a hand on her back.

Using her free hand to toss her hair clear, Becca lay against his stomach as she slowly continued, not hurrying her tasting. She enjoyed taking her time; no rush to finish, no frantic bobbing of the head, no dick jammed down her throat. Just a long, drawn out blowjob which, hopefully, he'd feel down to his toes.

For his part Brad relaxed and leaned to the side, craning his neck to watch the performance of this young woman. There was something about watching from this angle which was more exciting than simply lying back. He was able to watch her lips change their shape slightly as they slid over him, their light smack as she pulled her mouth free, the way she licked them every so often.

Then he got to watch as she placed her tongue on the side of his cockhead and with gentle pressure, slide it around the entire surface. He wet touch elicited a quivering in his loins, its travel repeated three times before her mouth slid over and down his cock.

Though she had moved her hair to the side, its very nature caused it to spread out and hang down over her face, Becca twice pushing it out of the way until she looked at him and said, "Hold my hair."

"What?"

"Hold my hair," she repeated. "You said you like long hair, it gives you something to hold on to. Now's your chance."

Gathering her hair, Brad held the dark tresses in a large ponytail, now able to see more clearly what she was doing. His hand moved with her head which had started to bob up and down, his body still relaxed though his heart rate was picking up speed.

She didn't so much suck on him as she let the natural vacuum of her lips around his shaft do the work. She knelt over him, her mouth sliding up and down, a hand reaching between his legs to massage his tightening ball sack.

"Hhh. . . mmmmm," Brad let out, his legs spreading wider at her touch. His eyes were closed, head back as he was taken away by the actions of this young brunette, her face planted in his lap.

"You know. . ." Becca suddenly announced as she popped her mouth free and lifted her head, "it might be easier in a different position." Her hand stroked him, holding tight to his erect shaft as she talked.

Brad's eyes snapped open at her words, his head tilting forward until he could look at her.

"Just sayin," she grinned.

Again Brad didn't know what to say. He stared at her, words lost then found as he questioned, "Such as?"

Sliding from the couch, Becca knelt on the floor in front of him and momentarily opened her mouth until she started laughing.

"You can still hold my hair," she told him when she settled down to small giggles.

The time she had spent sucking on him now caused his normally analytical self to be overridden by his base desires, his hard cock leading the way as he stood. Looking down at the kneeling form, he studied the appealing figure of this young woman, her breasts prominently displayed as she rested on her heels, her now tousled hair streaming over her shoulders. An inviting smile left no doubt she was willing to please, seemingly enjoying the act and what it did to him.

Positioning himself, he ran his hands down the side of her head to smooth out her hair before taking hold of it and gripping it tight. Taking control, he pulled her forward, watching as she dutifully opened her mouth and his cock disappeared inside. The effect of her resuming where she had left off elicited a satisfied exhale, the warm wetness enveloping and holding him before she began to move her head back and forth.

Just as he had found out with Nikki, watching his cock flash in and out of another orifice was mesmerizing. His eyes saw one thing while his brain registered something else. It didn't take long for these two sensations to merge as Brad started to pump his cock into her mouth, using his grip on her hair to hold her in place as he fucked her face.

Becca didn't resist, the only change in her stance the raising of her hands to hold his hips. Her mouth worked its magic on him, his hips pumping back and forth generating sloppy, wet sounds as he used her.

Brad breathed deeply, his body warming and tingling as he passed through her lips. He couldn't stop watching his cock diving in and out of her mouth, his attention focused on his carnal act. He gripped her hair tighter, his hand pulling and pushing in contrast to the motion of his hips. He wanted to cum, to hear her swallow his creamy streams, to force her to drink his seed.

with both hands he held her head, his fingers digging into her mane of hair in large clumps, forcing her mouth back and forth over his length. Becca's arms acted like springs, keeping him from jamming his cock too far into her mouth, her lips sealed tight as he used her.

He moaned as his balls tightened, her touch electrifying as he drove into her. Faster he went, his heart pounding in his chest, almost desperate to find his release as he took complete control and rammed his cock deep into her mouth. Her head was held tightly, unable to move as his dick flashed in and out.

Brad groaned, his cum shooting free, his hips driving his cock into her waiting mouth, her head yanked forward with each thrust. She swallowed each stream without complaint, some of his cum seeping out to gather at the edge of her lips, the tip of his cock reaching the back of her throat each time.

Slowly his hands relaxed their grip enough so she could finish him, her mouth easily sliding over his softening length and applying just enough pressure so she could drink the few remaining drops of his cum. Though he could do no more, she held him, gently sucking, cleaning him, making sure he had nothing left to give.

With one final pull his dick flopped from her mouth, Brad's body deliriously warm and relaxed as he stood. Becca cleaned her mouth and giggled when she saw the look on his face, standing to giving him a light kiss and telling him to sit down.

Sinking into the cushion, his eyes closed as he came down from his sexual high, Becca curling her legs under her as she sat beside him, watching his expression change.

"Feel good?" she rhetorically asked, a smile painted on her face.

"Ah hah," Brad gurgled, unable to say more.

Giggling, Becca gave him another kiss on the cheek and told him she was going to go swimming and he should join her when he was ready.

It wasn't long before she reappeared in front of him, a foot nudging him to open his eyes as he was again greeted by the sight of the curvaceous brunette in her black bikini.

"Still look good?" she asked, spinning on the balls of her feet to show off for him, her hand holding a towel. Her hair flew out, continuing on its path to partially wrap around her before hanging free.

"Very," he answered, admiring her barely contained form.

"See you outside," Becca chirped as she walked away. "Don't be long," were her last words as the closing of the back door marked her exit from the house.

Tired, Brad debated whether to join her, his mind coming back to the fact Nikki wasn't here. Not that he needed her, he just wanted to be near her, her seductive ways overpowering any semblance of common sense he might have, pushing him in ways he hadn't imagined in decades.

Not that he didn't enjoy Becca, her more forward ways were equally stimulating, but having spent more time with Nikki he felt she was closer, emotionally, to him. Though as an afterthought, he did like the idea of having another willing woman to spend his time with.

Shaking himself from his perpetually investigative habit, Brad quickly cleaned up and pulled on his swimming trunks, joining Becca who was sitting on the steps, partially submerged as she soaked up the sun.

"I was beginning to wonder if you'd show up," she teased, shading her eyes with her hand as she watched him approach.

"Just recovering," Brad joked, dropping his towel and joining her.

"Worn out?"

Snorting, he told her that might be an understatement.

"I'll let you go then," Becca said, standing and wading into the shallow end of the pool.

"I didn't say you had to leave," he called after her, his words catching her attention and bringing her back to him.

Sitting beside him, Becca lightly splashed water on to him, Brad playfully doing the same to her. He moved down to the third and final step, Becca doing the same and lying back so only her head was above water. Neither said anything for a time, their bodies both warming and keeping cool as the sun and water competed for their attention, until Brad asked her, "Are you sure you want to come back?"

Lifting her wet form clear of the water, Becca smoothed her hair back and looked at him.

"Yeah, why?"

Why was he asking the question? Who wouldn't want this engaging delight to spend the night? She obviously had no problem being with him, or doing things with him, so why ask the question?

"Never mind," and standing, Brad sloshed his way to deeper water before diving in and doing some laps. The small waves lapping at her reclining form, Becca watched as his practiced strokes propelled him through the water from one end to the other. When finished, he stood and caught his breath, water dripping off his heaving chest.

"Show off," Becca quipped, grinning as she watched him move towards her.