the next time It wasn't too long after she raised the topic that she made it happen again. I was right about one thing--I still hadn't gotten a chance to masturbate, thanks to her. Maybe the one time I would have, it turned out that she'd woken up horny, too, and snuck into my room early to snuggle in next to me. She can wake me up with a blow job any morning... Anyway, a couple of days later, she called me with news. "Mom and Dad are out of town this weekend--want to help me house-sit? I'll cook for you... I might even have a couple of other special treats..." "Just what kind of treats?" "It's a surprise. You coming?" "How can I refuse? What should I bring?" "A couple of bottles of wine. Your toothbrush. Don't bother with pajamas..." "Oh. Oh Liz..." I heard her giggle, then hang up. The thought of what special treats she had lined up almost tipped me into masturbation mode, but I had to work an evening shift, and had a quiz the next morning before we could leave for her family home, so I deferred pleasure this once. The first surprise, though, was waiting on my bed when I got home from work--a small squishy package with a handwritten card: "I reconsidered--you might find these comfortable for the weekend". Unwrapping it, I found a three-pack of fancy silk boxer shorts. I'm more of a briefs guy in daily life, but I got the message. I put on the first pair the next morning before heading to class, and packed the others with my toothbrush and other small necessities. I kind of rushed through my quiz, hoping I didn't make too many dumb mistakes, since my mind was definitely elsewhere. I walked briskly back to the dorm, grabbed a quick sandwich for lunch, and waited for her to come back to pick me up. She pulled up in a car that was far too nice for a college student. "I dropped the folks at the airport, so I've got the car for the weekend too." "Do they know I'm coming along with you?" "Well, I wasn't in their face about it--but I think they kind of assumed. Hell-- Rick used to ask mom to cook breakfast for him and his girlfriend when she slept over. And she was NOT a modest dresser!" "OK--I'll leave that for you to worry about. What's on your mind for this weekend?" "First--groceries. Then we'll figure out how to spend our weekend with a big ol' house all to ourselves." She shot me a mischevous glance, then changed the subject to school, dorm gossip and such. We passed the remainder of the drive out to the far suburbs in pleasant conversation until she pulled into a supermarket. "You go pick out some wine. I think we'll do something Italian tonight, and maybe grill something tomorrow. I'll meet you at the checkout." I obediently set about my mission and caught up to her in the frozen aisle where she was considering the ice creams. She paid for the food with a swipe of what appeared to be a parent's credit card, and grinned at me again. Her house was just a few minutes farther, in a development of what my blue collar dad would call "mini mansions"--the exurban homes of those in the professional class who had "made it" and didn't mind displaying the fruits of their success. We pulled into the garage and hauled in our purchases to the well-appointed kitchen, which overlooked a pool and patio below. We put away the groceries and she led me on a tour. "I thought I'd put you up in the 'guest suite' downstairs--since it has a double bed, and its own bathroom. It's a bit early for the pool ,unfortunately, but Mom & Dad usually keep the hot tub available most of the winter." "I didn't bring swim trunks." "Neither did I," she grinned. The lower level was composed of a cozy family room with fireplace and big-screen TV. A sliding door led to an attached three-season porch with a jacuzzi and some stored pool furniture. She opened the door to the adjoining guest room. "It's kind of frilly, I'm afraid. My aunt decorated it while she was living with us." "Any port in a storm, as they say. Anyway, I don't expect to be spending much time contemplating the decor." I tossed my bag on the floor next to the bed, and saw her grinning at me. "What do you expect, then?" she smirked. My answer was to grab her ass, then I picked her up and threw her down on the floral bedspread. She laughed and squirmed away as I attempted to pull down the waist of her slacks. I didn't give up, though, and crawled over her on the bed. She struggled rather weakly against me as I pinned her down and kissed at her neck. I managed to get the top of her blouse unbuttoned and nuzzled at the soft flesh of her cleavage while my fingers teased at an erect nipple through the thin fabric of her bra. I kissed and tongued each nipple until her bra was damp, her giggles turned into moans, and her struggles to escape evolved into pleasured writhing beneath me. She parted her legs to wrap herself around me and kneaded at my ass as we kissed passionately. "We have all weekend, you know..." she sighed. "I know. It feels good to know we don't have to hurry--even if I want to." "It's OK...don't stop, Joel. If you want me, take me. Take me now. Oh. Oh Joel..." All I wanted to do was cover her mouth with my kisses, and let her suck on my probing tongue. She slunk her hand to my belt and started trying to undo my fly as I finished the process of opening her blouse. We wrestled each other happily until I finally stood up to strip off my jeans and shirt. Rather roughly, I pulled off her slacks and panties in a single motion and climbed up between her parted thighs. She wriggled away from me slightly to give me more room as I ran my hands over her smooth, firm legs. I pressed my hand lightly over her mound and felt its heat and dampness as she lifted herself up to me. I knew she was ready and desirous of anything I would choose to do at that moment. I spread her thighs open and lowered my mouth to her fragrant pussy. I kissed at her lower lips as I had at her facial ones before, and teased with my tongue at her juicy cleft. She opened more widely to me, and I kept up my oral attentions on her as my hands slid underneath her back to reach for her bra clasp. She helped my by slithering out of her blouse and tossed it and the bra aside. I gave her swollen clit another hard tongue lashing, then climbed up over her to suck at her breasts and allow her to taste her scent on my mouth. My hard cock was rubbing against her juicy cleft and she wiggled her hips to press her own hard little shaft against it. "Oh, Joel...yesss. Oh take me. Please take me now!" I lifted her hands above her head and pinned them down against the pillow, exposing her naked torso completely below me. I loved how she was so perfectly blending vulnerability with uninhibited passion as her hips writhed beneath me, seeking to align herself with me. I bathed my cock in her wetness as we slid against each other until finally her open channel found it, and I plunged inside with a single thrust. Her eyes and mouth opened with amazement as I filled her, and her cunt gripped back with vigor. "Oh fuck, Joel. Oh God....mmmm." I was done with thinking at that point. I felt her whole being giving itself up to my every desire, and I unleashed that desire on her. Such a beautiful creature...completely exposed to me, letting me hold her outstretched and writhing beneath me. My thrusting cock felt so powerful as I pulled out and thrust back in against her delightful channel. She squeezed it and gripped it and tried to hold it inside with every thrust. With each downstroke she arched herself up toward me, pressing her clit against my root and moaning for relief. I wanted nothing more than to see her pleasure match mine as I pushed inside her. I thrust deeply and rocked my pelvis against hers as her moaning intensified. "Oh Joel. Oh fuck me with your big... oh fuck I love your cock inside me! Oh ooohh. Oh JOEL! NNNnnhhhgg". She thrust herself up against me with a groan and I felt the spasms of her orgasm. "Ahh... ahhh...Joel oh Joel...." I still had my grip on her arms and continued my hard thrusting as she climaxed. Her face and chest were flushing a deep pink and her face grimaced in a cross between pain and pleasure. I've never felt anything that can compare to this--when the feeling in my heart is so full toward her and the urgency in my cock is surrounded by her heat. I wanted to merge with her completely as my own climax began rising. Every thrust into her was met with a surge of her own, as she gave herself over to my lustful instincts. Finally I was at the point of no return--I arched my back and thrust hard one last time and heard her moaning with joy as my spasms of orgasm burst into her. It felt like I was coming forever. We moaned together and rocked softly against each other. I released her hands and she wrapped her arms around me and I...I fell asleep. It was quite a bit later that I woke, disoriented. I was alone in a strange, dark room, not sure if it was morning or evening. There was a blanket over me, but I was unclothed--except for my socks, I realized. There was a small ray of light from the open door, and the sounds of kitchen activity above my head. Slowly I shook off the heaviness of the sleep and padded out into the hallway in search of the bathroom I vaguely remembered from earlier. It was kind of chilly, as March tends to be here, and I was glad I had brought a set of sweats. I pulled them on, splashed water on my face, and tried to smooth out my hair a bit. I noticed that Liz's clothes and underwear were still where I had thrown them, so I went in search of my potentially naked girlfriend. She had acquired a fluffy robe from somewhere in the house and was tending to pans on the stove. "It's about time! I was afraid I would have to eat this myself..." "What is it?" I asked, trying to peer at the stove while also running my hands over her cuddly posterior. "Chicken marsala--not that difficult, but tasty. As soon as the pasta's ready we can eat." "I'm sorry I conked out so hard." She kissed me. "You deserved it. It's been a rough week--and that was a really nice little workout you put me through, too. I napped a bit too" "Oh Liz. It was good, wasn't it?" She just nodded and smiled. "Now stop loitering and uncork the wine. It's almost time to eat." I wasn't going to let her go that easily though. I wrapped her up in my arms and nuzzled at her neck, sliding my hands inside her robe to find nothing but smooth skin beneath. "Enough of that, you! There will plenty of time for that later--after dinner." I helped her drain the pasta and carried the simmering chicken to the table. She turned out the kitchen lights, leaving only soft candlelight illuminating the table setting. "Liz...as if I weren't already completely smitten with you..." "Shut up and pour the wine, silly." I handed her a glass, with a kiss, and toasted her. "To the sexiest chef I've ever known..." "...and to the man that stirs my pot," she grinned back. We chatted amicably over the wine and chicken. We might as well have been having dinner at the dorm. Well, except for the candlelight, the quiet, and the fact that her robe was gradually slipping open to reveal progressively more of the inner slopes of her breasts. OK--bad description. Truth is, I was smitten with her. After dinner we took the rest of the wine down to the fireplace, and surfed through the channels for a movie to relax to, but I have no idea what was on. I just wanted to kiss her soft lips and feel her slippery tongue probing mine. She'd brought down a fancy gelato for dessert, so we took turns feeding it to each other from the carton, then tasting it on one another's lips. It was a great delight just being together, enjoying kissing and nuzzling. Her robe had long since fallen fully open, and I occasionally brushed her soft breasts, but I wasn't in any hurry to devour them--yet. Soon though, she pulled back and tied the robe up agin, much to my audible disappointment. She just grinned at me, and kissed my forehead as she gathered up our empty glasses and spoons. "Don't worry, dear. I'm just going back upstairs to make sure everything's closed up for the night. I'll be back down in a jiffy. Do you suppose you could change out of those sweats into one of your new boxers? They'll go better with the surprise I have for you." With that, she leaned over to give me another kiss--and a final view of her breasts--and sauntered up the stairs. I wasted no time in obeying her, stopping for a quick pee break and to brush my teeth. I heard water running far upstairs and guessed she might be doing the same--but what other surprises she might have left me for a loss. Eventually she reappeared, and I tried to look nonchalant, sitting in the fire's glow in just my underwear. She was still in her robe, carrying a small cloth tote, which she set aside at the far end of the couch. She sat down in my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. I slipped one hand inside her robe and was a little disappointed to feel silky material instead of the bare skin I expected, but I concentrated on her kisses, and figured everything would turn out for the best. "Sorry if I took too long upstairs--Mom & Dad wanted me to turn some lights on, and make it look lived-in." She grinned. "I also thought I'd humor them and make my bed look slept-in, too--since I have no plans to spend any time up there this weekend!" How could I not love this woman? We made out lightly for awhile longer, but as things tend to go, we were both starting to get interested in progressing further. My anatomy was expanding noticably, requiring a couple of readjustments for comfort, and she was beginning to squirm her bottom more against my thighs. I was just lightly massaging her erect nipple through the silky fabric under her robe when she moaned, pressed herself against me, and thrust her tongue into my open mouth. I sucked on it and tweaked her nipple harder as she gripped my shoulders and moaned louder. "Oh Joel. If I don't back off here you'll miss out on your surprise--and I prepared this specially for you. Now close your eyes and sit back. Make sure you're comfortable." I obeyed, and she reached around me to arrange a couple of throw pillows behind me. I heard her rummaging in the tote. There was a little jingle of metal as she reached her arms around me again, this time gently taking my wrists and pressing them backward. "Comfy? Good. I don't want you to have to move around much." With that there was a snap and a sensation of cold steel on one wrist, then the other. My eyes popped open. "Wha--? What are you doing, Liz?" "It's for your own good, honey. Because I don't think I'm going to be able to trust you with your hands in a couple of minutes." She stood up in front of me and let her robe fall, revealing the silky blue teddy underneath. I groaned. "Oh god, you're right. I want to have my hands all over you right now. But wha..?" She moved in closer, straddling me and rubbing her silk-clad breasts against my face. My lips reached for the firm nipples and she indulged me briefly. I felt the heat of her crotch against my hard cock, and she rocked back and forth on it with obvious enjoyment. Backing away, she reached to undo the button fly of the boxers, and adjusted the slot over my erection to expose it fully. I watched her lick her lips, then she slowly lowered her mouth to kiss it. My cock jumped as she licked slowly around the glans and tasted the first drops of my secretions. "You still taste like me from this afternoon. I like that." She cradled my balls through the silk and stroked my shaft lightly a last time, then kissed my mouth to leave me with a taste of her before moving away from me to the far end of the couch. She looked me over slowly--hands cuffed behind my back, hard cock standing at attention and smiled her approval. "Now, your surprise..." She reached into her tote again and pulled out two small items. One was fairly obvious--a slender tapered tube that I presumed was a vibrator--but the other was tiny, silvery and with a thin cord attached. "I've had these for awhile...but I've never used them with anyone else before. Do you want to see what they can do?" I just stared and nodded dumbly, receiving a devious grin in return. She laid the items aside, then settled herself back against the cushions at her end. "I like to warm up a bit first, you know--even though you've already got me plenty turned on right now..." She slowly moved a finger over her breasts, tracing her nipples through the teddy's silky fabric. "Mmmmm. It feels good, even when it's just me doing it. I can't wait to have your lips there again..." She slipped off one shoulder strap and bared that breast, caressing it with one hand while watching herself stimulate the nipple with the other. Impatiently, she sighed and reached toward her crotch. She arched her back as she pressed her hand against her mound. "Ohhhhh. I'm so wet already, Joel. I'm going to make myself come while you watch me. Isn't that what you want?" My mouth felt as dry as cotton. I couldn't speak a word, only nod my stunned agreement. She lifted her hips slightly and reached underneath, unfastening the snaps. "Um--this is the next part of your surprise, so I hope you like it..." Slowly, she hiked up the lower part of the teddy to reveal her treasure, now smoothly shaved except for a neatly trimmed furry triangle pointing down at her clit. She toyed with herself briefly, spreading a thin layer of slippery juices over the smooth labia so that they glistened in the firelight. "You like?" I was still mute--but my cock twitched with approval, and she laughed. "Closer look?" I just nodded, and she stood up on the couch, balancing herself with a hand on my shoulder. I could smell her aroma as she brought herself closer to my face, and strained my neck to try to reach her succulent pussy with my mouth. She indulged me with just a taste, just a momentary lap of my tongue, then giggled and retreated to her end of the couch. "Later, Tiger. I promise I'll give you all the chances you want to eat that. But now you just have to watch." "Oh god, Liz. I don't know if I can take this..." "I know you can't--that's why you're wearing handcuffs right now. Just watch and enjoy." And watch I did. Thankfully, she didn't waste time. As soon as she settled back into the cushions, she was spreading her legs to display herself to me. She teased her lips momentarily with the tapered cylindrical vibe, then dragged it between her breasts, touching each nipple lightly. She twisted the end to set it abuzz lightly and moaned as she used it to trace the outlines of her outer labia. She dipped the end slightly into her cleft and it emerged glistening with moisture as she stroked it upward toward her clit. She squirmed a little as the vibrations neared her more sensitive spots, but avoided putting direct pressure on her little shaft. Teasing herself just a little, she used the vibe mainly to spread her slippery juices around her swelling mound, then switched it off and reached for the other object. It was egg-shaped, thicker in diameter than the slender vibe, and attached to a small box by a short cord of some sort. Holding them in one hand, she used her fingers to gently part her labia, smoothing open the soft petals inside. Then, with the egg in one hand, she clicked a button on the box, which set the egg vibrating. Moving it around her open vagina she began moaning in earnest now. She teased it only briefly at her clit and I saw her flinch and heard a gasp. The fingers of her free hand stroked at her clit and her moans deepend as she continued to circle her labia with the buzzing egg. I watched her thighs begin to contract and hips thrust, and then she pressed the egg in to herself until it disappeared, only the cord emerging from her dripping slit. I strained my wrists against the handcuffs at that moment, longing to touch her and feel the liquid heat at her center. My cock felt as though it would explode if I could only brush it against her--but that was prevented. I saw her eyes fixed on my cock as she licked her lips and moaned. "Ohhh baby....ohhh if you could feel this right now...." She manipulated the cord slightly, moving the egg gently inside her vagina as her fingers rubbed intensely over her clit. Her thighs and butt were off the couch now as she arched her back and thrust skyward. I heard her moans intensify and her fingers pressed harder on her swollen clit. "Aaaahh. Unnnnmmm. Ohhhhhh. OH! oh ooooh Oh FUCK!" Her climax was like an explosion--lifting her whole body into the air, then crashing her back on to the couch. Still she kept fingers busily drumming her clit, as other fingers plunged after the egg that still vibrated in her cunt. "Uuuuuoooooooohhhhh. Oh God ohhhohhhh oh Fuck here it is aGAIN! Unnnnahhgh!" I could see her muscles contracting around her fingers and her inner thighs quivering with exhaustion. Her nipples stood out bravely above the breathless heaving of her breasts. Her face was radiant with perspiration, firelight, and satisfaction. I so wanted to wrap her up in my arms just then. I watched her breathing slowly slow to normal and wondered if she might actually fall asleep and leave me locked in place, my erect member helplessly swollen in front of me--but eventually she smiled and opened her eyes. Drawing the egg out of her vagina with a groan, she pulled herself painfully up to crawl across to me. She lifted her fingers up to my lips and let me suck off the remaining musky juices. "You. Make. Me. SO. Fucking. Hot!" she whispered into my mouth. She reached for the cloth tote again and found the key to my handcuffs. "Tell me, before I unlock this--how long would you have lasted?" "About 10, maybe 20 seconds. I so wanted to put this cock in you." "How is it now?" she asked, reaching between us. "A little calmer. I might last 25 or 30 seconds now." "Should I keep you locked up, or can I trust you to let me take care of you?" "Well--I was kind of worried you wouldn't recover there, and I might be stuck here for awhile. And Liz...?" "Yes?" "I really want to hold you in my arms again." "OK," she smiled. "But I'm not done with your surprises yet!" She unlocked the cuffs, and I shook my wrists free, then gathered her into a deep embrace. She kissed me hard, and penetrated my mouth with her slippery tongue. "You have a choice right now--A) I climb up on you and take this hot cock inside me, or B) I drop down and suck on it until I'm tasting the spray of your hot cum." "Oh god, Liz...." She cut me off with another hot French kiss. "B it is then." My cock was throbbing already as she engulfed the head with her mouth. I moaned as she lapped at the hard shaft with that wonderful tongue. "Oh Liz. Oh. Ohmigod you did NOT!" Suddenly I heard a buzz and felt something hard against the base of my balls. I squirmed, but dared not move too fast, lest she bite down on a sensitive spot! The tapered tip of the vibe was playing against my inner thigh and moving upward. It disappeared for a moment, then reappeared with something of a wet sensation and kept sliding in a direction that made be distinctly nervous. Liz kept up her distracting licking and sucking at my cockhead, and I knew I was done for. She sucked the whole cockhead into her mouth just as the tip of the vibe pressed against the ring of my anus and penetrated. I gasped and groaned and streamed my cum into her waiting mouth. She hummed with pleasure as she swallowed all she could, leaving a small rivulet on her lips and chin, which she lifted to me to kiss. The vibe fell away, and we clung to each other, both exhausted. "Take me to bed Joey. And make love to me again one more time tonight. " We slowly untangled and stumbled into the adjoining bedroom. I dropped my boxers on the floor and she slid out of the teddy, now bunched at her waist, and fell in naked next to me. The intense heat of desire was abated for now, but my cock had barely receded, and her pussy still dripped arousal, so we were soon coupled again, rubbing our bodies together in the dark. She whispered words of love and encouragement to me as she moved softly beneath me, and I listened for the gasp of breath and satisfied groan that informed me of her final climax. She held me as I moved a little faster and a little more firmly until the tension in my groin released itself within her and we slept the sleep of the truly contented.