Pussy-eating, orgasm-fucking sex

I suggest that River pre-sleep while I read to Brook and clean the kitchen. When I come in she's awake. And naked. Her bush peeks out from above her closed legs. "You're not asleep." "But I'm happy." I start the foot rub I promised. "Do you have a plan?" "No, but you're giving me ideas." I've been glancing up at the flaps and folds between her legs every now and then and wanting to probe them with my tongue. River goes through a lot of poses as we sit on the bed. On her front with her butt curving enticingly, curled up on her side with her pussy subtly visible, on her back with her legs pulled up to her chest and her ankles crossed. For each pose I think about how I could lick her pussy. "If you call them poses, I'm going to get self-conscious." "About what?" "Body parts." "I've seen them all, and I've never said anything bad about any of them." "You're either very wise, or very . . ." "I'm very honest." I reach over and scratch her bush. "Pre-coital scratch. Although that's rather presumptuous of me." Not too presumptuous though I think.

I finish her foot rub. "What do you think of my plan?" "You haven't told me your plan." "I thought you might have guessed." I always feel a little silly asking to do it. "Cunnilingus." She thinks long and hard. This time I have to ask what she's thinking. "I'm thinking what kind of girl doesn't like cunnilingus." "You've seemed to like it sometimes." "Yes, but a hand job is more effective." That's understandable. She can get more intense stimulation without getting too wet. So I reach down and caress her parts as I talk about how it doesn't seem right to just dive in and start rubbing her clit without much warmup like she does, and how I need more of a warmup for the obvious reason of having to get hard, but River says diving right in is fine, it's mostly a matter of patience.

I sit between her legs and tell her how she does such a nice job on me, moving her hands up my legs to my parts, and I do it to her, then lower my mouth to her and again I find I'm diving right in with my tongue. Maybe going slow is boring. Maybe she's impatient. Maybe it takes too long. I get off the bed and sit on the floor and pull her pussy into my face and flatten my tongue against her clit and do circles. "That's good." Just two words, but I like to hear them. I'm having a hard time being consistent with strokes and position though since her clit seems to be getting pushed around more than usual by my tongue. And I don't want to do it too long today. The cunnilingus is just for variety.

I stop and slide my tongue down to her opening. Today her pussy has a tangy taste that I like. "You taste nice today." I push my tongue in as far as I can and enjoy it. "Do you think you have one in you?" "I don't know. But you've got me stimulated." I like to hear that, too. She takes over on her button while I find a shirt and wipe up any extra wetness. She likes it kind of dry when it's being rubbed. Better stimulation I think. That's understandable, too. I like jacking off dry.

I'm exploring her pussy with my finger. There's the fleshy ridge at the back. I push two fingers in and press down on each side of the ridge. "It feels a little cool in there today." "It's like that sometimes." She's said it feels like that sometimes in the bath when the water is hotter than her body temperature. She feels snug as I rotate my fingers upwards and reach for her g-spot and spread my fingers inside her. And my cock has hardened nicely. I push the head into her snug pussy. It seems more sensitive today as I move it in and out while River keeps going, her head back, her eyes closed. I'm giving an extra squeeze each time I push in, feeling it perk up inside her, intensifying the sensations, anticipating sliding all the way into her when it's time, watching my cock as it pulls out and the head settles against her lips, then gets pushed through them and stops just inside. I hope River is enjoying herself as much as I am.

"Here it comes." A fast bang, grabbing River by the shoulders and pulling her down against me each time I push into her. Then it comes out and River says "fuck" as she puts it back in and we start up again and I hope it's a good "fuck" then I'm surprised to find I'm nearly coming and have to stop while I feel my jizz flow into her but it's not a complete orgasm and we're fucking again in a few seconds. "Was that some fraction of an orgasm?" "About half I think. Do you feel the extra slippery?" "Yeah." Maybe more than half.

I push River's left leg up under me into half jackknife while she goes back for another and I slide in and out in the slipperiness of my own jizz, as close to sloppy seconds as I want to get. She gets her second orgasm and we have a good fuck in it until my full orgasm comes on and I'm twisting her into an impossible position, grabbing her and pushing in and unloading into her for real. But she doesn't mind being twisted up. She's flexible. I reach down and put my thumb on her clit and almost give her another one. "After the third one it's more about timing." The third one? I picture them as coming up to just below the surface and waiting for the right touch to let them break through. She has a few more quick ones. We lose count around five. I feel multi-orgasmic, too, with my one-and-a-half orgasms.

This is the first time I remember looking at the clock before and after. It's not something I usually care that much about. We've been in bed for about an hour, with about a half hour of pussy-eating, orgasm-fucking sex.