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.
