Pure energy

River comes home from a run. Delightfully hot and sweaty. “My old distance feels like a warmup now.” “A warmup, huh?” “I might be able to squeeze in something, and some food, before my appointment.” I start shedding my clothes in the living room. “Upstairs.” I follow her up the stairs, my cock starting to harden in the afternoon air. I hoik her black leggings down over the yellow panties blossoming on her ass. The panties and leggings come off in the bedroom. She slips her sports bra down. “So that’s how you do it.”

She lays her hot sweaty body in classic position on the bed. I take my place between her legs. “I guess I’m wrong. This morning wasn’t the last erection I’ll ever get.” You never know. One of them has to be. “I’ll try to get it nice and hard for you.” “Good.” That should be easy. Afternoon seems like a good time. It’s getting to be a habit. A good habit.

“I want a nice hard one. Nice and decisive.” “All the way in with one push?” “Uh huh.” My thumb circles her clit. Dips into her nicely wet pussy. My cock stands on its own. I aim straight for her vagina. It’s halfway in with one push. But I’m still pushing. River gasps. And it’s all the way in with one long push.

Her sweaty body has cooled in the breeze from the balcony door. I drape myself on her, my warm dry skin against her cool moistness. “You’re clammy.” We’re both smiling, watching her get fucked hard. She doesn’t even have to use the wall. I use her head to smack our bodies together in an energetic fuck. Press her breasts with my hands. Hold her ass off the bed. Put my hands down beside her waist. Lift her legs up in front of me. All the while fucking furiously. And she is wearing me out. I wish I could take up running with her. But I can’t.

“We can hello kitty and you can let me do the work.” She rolls over and sits back on my cock. She can do a lot of work in this position but watching her hair flow onto her back, watching her ass as she works her pussy up and down my cock, listening to her sounds, imagining her face, everthing makes we want to fuck back, and I do, pulling out and slamming back up in time with her bounces.

We take a break for some low doggy. This has been a rather strenuous fuck. A good afternoon fuck.

I pull out and and press the head of my cock against her asshole. “I’m still thinking of this.” “You could probably get away with it.” But I’m having too much fun fucking her pussy. “Today it’s the thought that counts.”

She sits back up, her warm hands on my legs, pushing with her arms to lift herself and fall down onto my cock. Her pace is a sprint to the finish. I reach for her tits, feel her nipples, feel my orgasm. Hope we can keep this up. We can. We do. She knows I’m close. It’s almost too soon when she settles down onto me to grind out my orgasm, but I’m coming, and she’s grinding, and I’m breathing hard and exhausted. She grabs our handy pulsox monitor and puts it on my finger. 129. “I gave you a workout.” “You totally out-fucked me.”

A creative crab in the hall

We were supposed to maybe have a reprise of the treehouse this morning, but River pre-empted it with something else. Fortunately I approve of what she’s doing. No backlash. Now we’re trying to figure out when we can squeeze something in today. We’ve got a free half hour in the afternoon. Should be enough.

“I’m thinking the library room floor.” We walk by it. And keep walking. I guess she changed her mind. It is a bit exposed, but only if somebody walks up on the porch and looks through the window. But who would do that? If you can’t fuck on the floor of your own home then where can you do it.

So we head upstairs. I’m fine with that. We stand and kiss. “Maybe the hall?” It’s rather picturesque, with a Chinese runner on the hardwood floor next to a nice wood railing. And it’s one of the few places in our house where we haven’t done it. River raises her arms and I pull her shirt over her head. Unhook her bra and free my favorite small boobs. Slide her pants and panties off. Stand back to admire her sporty body, and the way her bush has filled back in after our wax jobs this summer.

I’m stripped to my boxer briefs. We move into the hall. Hug. Kiss. She rubs against me. I’m stiffening. “When I say I’m getting a reaction, that’s that I’m talking about.” “I like the texture of the cotton, but that needs to be let loose.” She drops my briefs. Stands and slips my cock between her legs, against her crinkly snatch hairs, rubbing back and forth while we stand. Hugging. Kissing. My reflex is to close my eyes, feel her body against mine, my hands on her back, on her ass, fingers sliding between her cheeks. But I force them open, look into her blue eyes in her sweet face, until they close again as I lose myself in her nearness.

“You’re being creative today.” With the standing tease. “Are you going to put your leg up here?” On the railing. “I don’t trust my balance.” She sinks to the floor. I sink with her. We sit facing each other. “There it is.” “There this is?” I finger her pussy while I stroke my cock. “You’re really wet.” “Yes.” She leans back, her hands on the rug behind her, her feet flanking me on the floor, her body suspended. She directs her pussy to my cock. Slips it on. And we fuck.

“We could call this the crab. Not the best name I suppose.” Indeed. I like it anyway. I like the daylight view of her labia licking my cock as they slide off and back on. She goes through a variety of angles, high, low, straight. Asks which is best. The angle that hits her g-spot. But it’s poking her bladder. And she’s wearing herself out.

Me on top. The floor is somewhat hard on my knees. I cross my legs so I can rest on one knee at a time. Hands on her head. Watching my cock stroke into her. And out. And in. She puts one foot up on the railing. One on the opposite wall. But she can’t fuck back quite as effectively on the hard floor.

“Low doggy?” She rotates under me, keeping us connected. Probably the smoothest we’ve ever done it. “She’s talented.” “It takes two.” My fingers move lightly across her skin, hips, ass. I barely notice where we are. I’m up, she’s still low. She could be studying in this position, with a book on the floor in front of her.

My orgasm will happen. These days I tend to just let them happen with they happen. And it happens. She moves on my super-sensitive cock and I gasp. “That’s a good thing.” She fucks me slowly, the ring at the entrance of her cunt tugging at my sensitive head as she almost pulls off me each time then eases back on.

“You were really creative today.” “I was wondering if we were ever going to make up something new.”

Low doggy day afternoon

We’re on for this evening but we move it up to afternoon. We come home after a walk. “I’m trying to lure you.” I peel and get in bed. A soft breeze blows through the window. River joins me. I undo her bra. Pull it out the sleeve of her gray shirt while admiring her details. Slip her pants and panties off. Try to get hard while she’s off going pee. I’d like to be ready for her when she gets back. But it doesn’t happen. Even with the scenty musk of her vulva on my hand to keep me company.

“Well Mr Man, do you have a plan?” “Stick something of mine into something of yours.” River sits and bends forward for low doggy. Inspiring. I’ve been thinking of anal lately. This is the perfect setup. But I’m still not hard. My fingers probe her soft folds. Into her wetness. “Warm today.” I catch the lighter scent of her juices on my fingers. And it might be hard enough. We try. But it’s not going. “I’ll help.” She spreads her wings wide. I prop my cock up from underneath and squeeze and push. “There’s the juice.”

My cock stiffens nicely as we settle into our rhythm. The view is always breathtaking. River’s ass unfolding from the hem of her gray shirt, flaring smoothly from what looks like an impossibly narrow waist. A waist I grab for counterpoint to my thrusts.

My response feels more normal than it has in weeks. Almost like my old self. I keep myself on the edge, my orgasm hoping to surface as I alternately let it build and hold it off. I sigh, River moans. We’re not in a hurry.

We rarely do just one position. But low doggy is a good one. Good for starting. Good for finishing. I lean foward, lean back, hands on her, hands behind my back, but it’s really all low doggy this afternoon. We’ll finish like we started. And I’m glad my response is back. After being on the edge so long it’s incredible when my orgasm finally breaks through and takes over and I come, a screaming orgasm with no screams.

River squeezes as my cock softens inside her. She always wins. Eventually. I squish out of her and we grab our customary t-shirt from off the floor. It’s a nice treat when I have to change my shirt in the middle of the day.

“What was that? Your cherry?”

It’s afternoon.  “I was getting a reaction thinking about you this morning.”  Getting out of bed with my mostly erect cock and flexing it in her direction.  We kiss.  “I’m getting a reaction, too.  I have time.”  “For a quickie?”  A spontaneous, unscheduled quickie.  “It would be silly.”  “We like silly.”  “Yes we do.”  She suggests we go sit somewhere friendly.  The sunny balcony.  I drink tea.  She eats a salad for lunch.

Inside.  The bedroom door is uncharacteristically closed; there’s someone working downstairs.  I pull off River’s shirt and running bra.  It’s a tight fit.  “If these things were any bigger I’d never get this off.”  “Maybe I’ve got a new thing for bondage.”  There are the straps on the floor, hoping night after night to be used.  But this is supposed to be a quickie.  “I’ve got a thing for this.”  I feel her tit, the soft nipple filling the space between my fingers.  I reach around her back for the other one.  “And for this.”  “Yes you do.”

Her black leggings come off.  Her socks stay on.  She’s so cute when she’s stripped to her socks.  We got some stripy thigh socks she’s supposed to wear to bed, and wrap her fuzzy legs around me as my cock slips into the gap between them, but I don’t think she ever has.

My blue shirt and black jeans come off.  My boxer briefs stay on.  For texture.

She sits on the edge of the bed and lies back.  Her pussy perches before me.  Lustily.  I want to taste it.  Run my tongue through the folds.  But this is supposed to be a quickie.  I rub my cock against her through the boxer briefs, the texture gritty against her clit.  I harden.  How to get the boxer briefs off?  It’s not as elegant as me whipping River’s panties up her legs and over my head.  But we get them.  She spreads into her vee.  My cock finds her pussy.  I push.  And push.  There’s an audible pop as my cock finally bursts through.  “What was that?  Your cherry?”  “Yeah.  About time!”

I don’t have much room to work with.  My knees are at the edge of the bed.  But I kind of like it.  Having to figure out what to do when I need to shift my weight to keep going.

I pound hard.  Driving the expressions that race across her face.  Inspiring expresions.  Sometimes I can’t believe she likes this.  I sure like it.  A nice spontaneous fuck with my sweetie.

My orgasm drains me.  Every drop of come squeezed from my body to hers.  I feel better now that I’m coming somewhat more normally.  But what about her?  “When’s the last time you had one?”  “Not too long ago.”  It’s always too long ago.

We hear voices

River points out that we roll for morning and evening, but not afternoon. Aside from it being problematic to assign a probability to afternoon and do the math, it’s always been part of the plan that we can move a morning or evening session to an afternoon. If we want to.

I watch from behind as she puts on a pair of black panties and a filmy black shirt with nice details. “I wonder how you’d look in a thong.” Why would I suddenly wonder that? I’m really not a thong guy. Maybe for variety. River’s ass would look good in anything. “I might have worn one once.” “Not that I can remember.” “They tend to make girls’ butts look bigger.” “If anybody’s butt could look bigger and still look great, it would be yours. But you know my favorite style. With the strings right here.” I push her shirt aside and surprise, she’s wearing exactly my favorite kind of panties, the dark triangle in front fitting neatly over her bush.

“When you were talking about afternoon earlier, was that a hint?” “Yes.” We were scheduled for this morning but it didn’t seem like the right time to either of us. I’ve got a feeling that this medication is lowering my libido in addition to making it harder to come. But it’s not so low that I’d pass up an afternoon with River.

We’ve both got stuff to do, and we have to clear out the offspring, and it isn’t until about five o’clock that we’ve got an opportunity, thanks to a plan of River’s. I’ve come to realize that she’s pretty reliable when she comes up with a plan. But she reminds me, “The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men gang aft agley.”

Her shirt comes off and her skirt drops to the floor, panties inside. Sunlight streams through the window. She stands in it. Her smooth solid ass is irresistible. As is she. I strip off. My cock lays against her ass crack as I oil her back and rub between her shoulder blades. Transitioning her from schoolwork to fooling around.

I oil her ass. My hands play over her cheeks, apart, together, down her thighs, thumbs catching her vulvar fuzz. The sunlight shining where it usually doesn’t. I keep one hand working on her back while I stroke my cock. “This is the part where you know what’s happening.” “I hope so.” “You hope you know what’s happening? Or you hope it’s happening?” “Both. I must be in the mood.” At least my ability to get an erection hasn’t diminished further. My cock hardens nicely as my thumb probes her pussy, and I contemplate what we’re about to do.

“This seems to be our default stick-in position lately.” “Only after back rubs. You started on top last time. And it wasn’t so long ago that I flipped you over after a back rub for variety.” “Have we done inviting lately?” “You read my mind. If we’d followed the schedule this morning that’s what I was going to suggest.” She bends her knee out. Rolls her juicy ass to a 45-degree angle. Her pussy peeks invitingly from between her legs and pulls me with an irresistible force. I position my hard cock against it. “Right in the invitation.” I push the entire thing in with one long steady thrust until my loins lodge against her ass. “Mmm, nice one.” I get an encouraging string of compliments as we fuck. “Nice grind. Oh, that’s good, keep doing that.” I think she’s taking advantage of my difficulty coming. I hope she is. I’m happy to oblige, giving her the fuck she wants. “I like your lips there. Friendly.” Beyond friendly.

“You look really nice in the sunlight.” Her golden skin. The well-defined relief of her back and ass. “It feels nice, too.” “I feel bad about blocking the light.” “We can do this position the other way.” She starts to roll and ends up in raunchy. I can’t pass up a chance to fuck her in this position, on her front with her legs spread in the daylight. When I’ve had enough I straddle her other leg and she rolls into inviting on her other side, the sunlight warming her body. “You get to do me, and my sister.” Her mythical horny sister. The one I’m always joking about. “Just don’t ask me which of you I like better.”

It’s another nice long fuck with her sister. The friction of her pussy is just right, slightly on the dry side but not too dry. I feel like I could come. But not yet. It’s a nice afternoon. “I like your wiggles.” Helping it go back in when I get greedy and pull out too far. “You look like you could fall asleep.” Eyes closed. Peaceful. “I’m relaxed. I can be relaxed and stimulated at the same time.”

“Maybe we could do this.” Up into low doggy. Of course we can do this. The view of my cock disappearing into her never fails to amaze me. “You should come back as a guy so you can see the view from back here.” “I’ll let you take a picture some time.”

“Is there some air in there?” She queefs around my cock. “How come you can tell and I can’t?” “Because I’ve got about a million nerve endings on that thing. They can tell when there’s air but they can’t tell whether they’re being poked into the right spot.”

It’s a good bang. Watching her surge forward with each thrust. Her cervix looking for a place to hide. “My tits are swinging.” If we’ve got her compact tits swinging that’s really saying something.

Then we hear voices downstairs. The front door is wide open. Our bedroom door is wide open. A friend is bringing our son back from a playdate. And calling River’s name. I’ve never seen her leap out of bed and dress so quickly.

When she comes back she stands over me and gives me the view up her skirt, her furry lips begging for attention. But it’s all over for now. “We can finish tonight.” “If I can finish at all.”

“I think you jumped out of bed and had your skirt and shirt on before you even hit the floor.” “That was funny.”

“Afternoon delight.” “Is that what that song’s about?” “Yeah.” I had no idea. Unlike River, I rarely listen to lyrics. Now that song’s going to be stuck in my head for days.

Rainy afternoon in the car

“So, the back of the car?” We’re walking out of a shop we’ve been erranding in. “Yeah.” What? She must not have heard me right. “Oh, I thought you said back to the car. It’s a nice day. But I don’t think this parking lot is the place.” I agree. Even though it’s a bit obscure. And what does she mean by nice day? The same thing I mean, I think. Not the weather. But even the rain is nice.

We had a bit of a disagreement last night. About people who are inconsiderate, irresponsible, disrespectful, and stupid. They bother me too deeply sometimes. I got over it before I went to sleep. It was still lingering with River a bit this morning. We talk. We’re both better. The topic of sex comes up. “It seems like we have to do it before these things are entirely over with.” I see it differently. “To me, it’s like doing it is the sign that it’s over.”

So it’s a nice day. Good emotions. Working together. River looking hot in her new leggings. Even the rain is nice. River likes the sound of rain falling on the roof of the car. Not too many people out walking in it. One of those times when things are coming together. A moment to seize. And River knows how much moments mean to me.

We come out of the shop from our next errand. “So how much time is left on the meter?” She peers out the windshield to check until she realizes why I’m asking. I’m just being amusing. I hope. But how can she know when I’m serious? This is not a very sexy spot. Too many smoking losers walking by. Not the kind of potential audience we want.

As we drive away I can tell she’s actually trying to think of a place to park. We run through a few ideas. “Maybe across from the train station.” Where we didn’t do it last time. But as we drive past, it doesn’t seem so great. And there are too many people walking here for some reason.

“Let’s try the park.” There’s just one car in the small lot when we get there. The driver is heading into the restroom. River picks a spot at the end. A bit conspicuous, but a few spots away from the other car.

Gray rain washes from the sky.

We climb into the rear seat. “Now what?” “Well I can just do this.” River faces forward in the middle of the back seat. The black leggings come down. I see her stripey panties inside. She raises her legs to expose her fuzzy snatch between the backs of her thighs. Just the right height to fuck with me kneeling in front of her. I slide my pants down. Finger my cock. Move my fingers over her lips, slip between them into her wetness.

“Wouldn’t it be something if you were more nervous about this than I am? I’m not nervous at all.” “I’m just worried about getting hard.” “Don’t. Take your time.” “It must be nice not to have to worry about that.” “It is.” I didn’t used to have to worry about that. I should get hard just thinking about fucking River in the back of the car in a rainy park. But that’s not how it works anymore.

The driver of the other car returns. She gets in. And stays. No big deal. River’s car has seriously tinted windows. Not usually a good thing. But helpful today.

River rests her feet on the ceiling. That would be an interesting sight if anybody can see in. “How are you doing?” I feel like I’m interviewing her. “This is pretty comfortable. And the view is nice.” “I’m getting there.” Taking my time was a good idea. I watch River’s deliciously thick lips follow my thumb around as I do circles on her clit. River watches me get hard. When I seem to be ready I get in place and try the stick-in. But her leggings are somewhere around knee level, holding her legs together, and I’m trying to get a not-so-stiff cock into a tight target. It takes a few tries but we squeeze together until it straightens up and goes in. And we’re fucking in the car on a rainy afternoon at the park. It seems surprisingly normal. Fucking is just something we do. Doesn’t everybody?

“Am I at a good height?” “Just right.” My cock is sliding in and out easily now. Her feet are still braced on the ceiling. She’s really wet. This is fun. This could become a habit. River almost doesn’t look like she’s fucking. “Is this doing anything for you?” “Yeah. My pussy is filled with hard cock. That’s something.” I grab her legs and pull. Fill her all the way. Hit her harder. Wonder if the car is rocking. Now she looks like she’s fucking. And sounds like she’s fucking. That makes me want to come. But not yet.

“I’ve never done it in a car before.” She told me she hasn’t either. But now she’s not saying anything. Has some old memory been jogged loose? I hope not. I like doing something neither of us has done before. The last thing I want to hear is her saying “yeah”. “Neither have I.” That was the right thing.

Another car pulls into the lot. River can’t see it, but I watch as it parks beside the first car. No one gets out.

I’m amazed at her wetness. And it feels like my cock has been leaking, making a contribution—I could easily come at any time—but I think it’s all her. “I wonder what I’ll do when I come. Usually we wipe up with my shirt.” I’m about to find out. I guess I can survive without a shirt. In a few more thrusts I push in and come. Not the most spectacular orgasm, but a happy orgasm. I fold her up and we kiss.

We look around the car for something to clean her up with, but there’s nothing. I leave my cock in while I pull my shirt over my head, then pull out and wipe her pussy, front to back, my finger pushing in as far as I’m comfortable before I move aside for River’s more aggressive efforts. We’ve just done our first car fuck. And we liked it.

That evening. Before dinner. “You probably don’t want to hear this. But I could totally make a habit of that.” She smiles. “It wasn’t bad. It was like a camping fuck.” Urban car camping.

A very long day

We’re folding clothes yesterday evening. There’s a pair of panties on the floor that don’t seem to be part of the load. I hold them up. “Is something going on around here that I don’t know about?” “No.” A pause. “Somebody should wear those.” Another pause. “Is my butt really that big?” “This is one of your biggest pairs.” All River’s panties are size small. It’s just that this style has more coverage. I always have a hard time believing that her perfect ass is a size small. I never think of her as small. I think of her as medium height and nicely HWP and just right. “You know how many women would kill to have a butt that size?”

Later I’m thinking. What did she mean by somebody should wear them? And asking whether her butt was that big? “When you said somebody should wear them, who might you have had in mind?” “You.” I seriously doubt that’s what she was thinking. More likely she's teasing me. Or she knows what I'm angling for. She can read my mind sometimes. Not that it's terribly difficult.

I have worn panties exactly once. I don’t remember how it happened, but we swapped underwear and fucked at a Wyoming motel on our first road trip. Or our second road trip, depending on how you count. No. Our third. In the moving truck. My erection springing virtually unrestrained from the skimpy confines of her panties sticks with me.

By this morning, her panties still haven’t found their way into her drawer. I'd like to put them to good use. Surprise her sometime. I put them in my drawer. And get an idea. Why not surprise her now? I slip my jeans and boxer briefs off. Pull her panties on. Tuck myself into them. I like how they hold my package high and tight. It seems to enhance my presence. No, that’s just my cock stiffening with an obscene arousal that I like.

When to surprise her? We have a visitor this morning. Before, or after? I don’t know. Maybe there will just be a right time. I come downstairs. “I’m sitting in your place.” Drinking her coffee at the dining room table. It’s not like we’ve really got places at the table. At least I don’t. I just sit wherever for breakfast. But I can’t remember ever seeing her in that spot. My dinner spot, where I sit across from River and can look into her eyes. I sit down across the corner from her. Now is the time. “How ironic that you’re in my spot.” I’m in her panties. I pull down the top of my jeans to flash the magenta-pink waistband at her. She smiles. “Comfy?” “Surprisingly so.”

I’ve got a plan now. After our visitor leaves I’ll corner her in the art room closet and we’ll fuck standing up with her back against the wall. She turned it down yesterday, but circumstances may have changed.

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It feels like I’m leaking in her panties. I go up to the bathroom to check. I catch my reflection in the mirror with my pants down and I’m struck by the color combination. Light blue jeans and a bright yellow t-shirt framing the magenta-pink panties. I get my camera. It’s harder than I think being both subject and photographer in my erotic photo session in the dining room. But I’m learning a lot about posing. A few years ago this would have made my cock rise uncontrollably out of the panties which would have made for some nice shots. Sadly not any more.

The back door clicks open. River is home. “I’ve been doing my own erotic photo session.” I show her a few of my favorites. “You’ve got a nice primary color thing there.” “Would you like to be my photographer?” “I’m afraid of your camera.” She’s actually a good photographer who knows her way around a film SLR and has a sound sense of composition. She’s an artist, after all. “But I could be a prop. Do you know where the tripod is?” I wonder what she has in mind. I’ll have to find out later because as usual she’s got things to do. It may be a while before I can corner her in the closet.

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River has a pretty full schedule this morning. She is very sweetly trying to accommodate my perversions, but it looks like she’s only got time for one. Closet? Or photo shoot? I can’t decide. On top of that we’ve planned a hot date tonight, along with whatever comes unplanned afterwards.

I explain my dilemma to River, and express my regrets that perhaps the closet moment has passed. “It’s not that I’ve been hoping for years to do it in that closet with you. It’s that cleaning it together was a nice time, and there was the moment.” When it comes to doing it, I’m less about what we did yesterday or the day before or last week, and more about what’s happening now. Somehow, she thinks up a way to do both. She’ll be my photographer now. And we can do it in the closet after our date. A scheduling genius.

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River is my photographer. And what a photographer she is. I set up the camera and give her a few ideas for directing me and she takes off. “Pull them down at an angle.” “Lift your shirt.” “Butt out.” “Chin back.” “Reach in.” “On the bed.” “By the window.” “Look manly.” “Look girly.” “Show me what you got.” She looks hot with the camera. I’d definitely look better with a hardon. A few years ago I wouldn’t have been able to keep it down. But not any more. So I oil up and start jacking off, reaching in, showing her what I’ve got, getting hard. Cutting loose and rather enjoying myself while River shoots away. But I’m more about erotic and we’re doing porn now. I don’t buy that line that lighting is the only difference. Erotic is far more subtle. And far more powerful. But I jack, River shoots, until . . . “I better stop. Unless you want a come shot.” “We might as well go all the way.” I hope I’m not sabotaging our closet action tonight.

The camera is silent. She’s waiting for it. “Here it comes. Well, a few more.” She snaps the shutter prematurely and misses the money shot. There’s always next time. I put my arms around her. “That was awesome.” The first time I’ve masturbated to orgasm in over a year. I picked a good time.

And if I learned one thing from that session, it’s that I need to brush my hair for our date tonight.

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We have our date. I brush my hair. River styles it. The kids are old enough to leave at home now. Out to our favorite Italian restaurant with our favorite squid appetizer. During dinner I excuse myself to go to the men’s room to remove my panties. It would be easier in a skirt. Just whip them off. No pantyhose for me. I come back and show them to River. We have some nice smoochies in our corner table. Dinner was delicious. Sadly, no room for dessert.

Due to the unscheduled afternoon come shot, I’ve taken a cialis for insurance tonight. It’s kicking in, and the stimulation from going commando is more than I want. Once again, a skirt would be better. When we get home I slip the magenta-pinks back on and enjoy the high and tight feeling again.

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Looking back, I was a bit irritable this morning, but my mood has been good ever since I put this pair on. I recommend them to River if she ever needs a mood lifter. “They’ll never be the same again though.” “Because you stretched them out? Your butt isn’t that big.” “In the front.”

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The kids are asleep. At least they’re supposed to be. River brings in the wax kit she got yesterday. She wants to do a landing strip, and wax her bikini line throughout the summer. That’s a first. The femininity of her bush attracts me strongly. But change intrigues me. Especially when I get to help. But it’s getting late. We’ve already done our photo shoot and had a nice dinner date. Doing the wax and the closet fuck would make an almost impossibly full day. So we save the wax for another day and head for the closet. I wonder what changed her mind about the closet. She’s not telling.

“Should we bring something to make it comfortable?” “I was thinking we’d just do it standing up.” Quickie-style. I switch on the closet’s soft pink light for mood. River takes her pants off. That’s a little disappointing. In my standing face-to-face quickie fantasy we don’t remove our pants completely. She knows what fuels my fantasy. But we don’t like to talk about it and consequently I’m not comfortable suggesting we keep them on, just pulling them down enough to fuck. Especially since lately it’s been hard enough doing it standing even with them off. We can't usually pull it off in the shower any more. At least we keep our shirts on today. And she leaves her bra on. Quickie-style.

The cialis has my cock on a hair trigger. But it takes a little more of River's attentive fondling than I thought to get a nice erection. I would have skipped the cialis completely except we haven’t been very successful at standing lately and I did the come shot this afternoon. Now I’m good to go. Erection pills. Those must have been some fun drug trials. What will they come up with next. Maybe something for River.

River backs into the closet. It’s 75x75cm. With a window. Good practice for a phone booth. I consider closing the door but something is making me too self-conscious to do that. I lift her leg up on my arm and squootch down while she lines us up. After several tries we get it in and I feel the familiar pleasant squeeze of her pussy on my cock head. But it’s awkward. “Move this leg forward and this one back.” That’s what I want to hear. Maybe she's more comfortable directing me after being my photographer. Our adjusted position works better but it’s still not conducive to a good fuck. Or much of a fuck at all. I push her against the back wall and lift her other leg, she tries to brace her feet on the narrow door jamb, and we get in a few silly thrusts before I have to put her down. At least it’s playful. And she’s a good sport. But if it weren’t for the cialis I’d be losing my erection by now.

“There’s another way to do it standing up, you know.” I’m hoping she’ll pull out something face-to-face that I never would have thought of and that doesn’t require a swimming pool. But she turns around and bends over with her hands on the wall. I haven’t forgotten this way. How could I, after what we did on that glacier on our Alaska road trip. I’m really in a face-to-face mood, but I find her pussy and slide my cock in from behind, finally getting a decent fuck going. And the view is arousing. I can't quite see her pussy from this angle, just my cock repeatedly disappearing into her somewhere beneath her ass. I grab her hips for a good bang. We have our usual problem of slowly drifting backwards while we do it, until River can’t reach the wall. And things tend to dry out in this position and today is true to form. We lose a bit of precious juice every time I get greedy, wanting to feel my cock slip in through her opening, and I pull back too far and it slips out. It would be easy to come like this, but I suggest that we move upstairs for some nice face-to-face on the bed. She accepts gladly. I knew she would.

I kneel between her legs. She raises one of them. Rests it on my shoulder. I oil her pussy, thumb her clitoris, stroke my cock a few times to stiffen it back up, then stick it in. My thumb stays on her clit, circling her hood over it while we fuck. The leg draped on my shoulder gives her a luxurious reclining look, and gives me the feeling that I’m servicing her. A nice feeling. I'll do my best to serve her well. The closet was fun. But I guess this is what I really wanted. A more luxurious fuck with my sweetie.

We get a vigorous bang going, my hands on her hips again, her leg still on my shoulder, our bodies thwacking together. She’s always liked vigorous. It’s usually too much for me and I end up coming or having to stop every 20 seconds to hold off. I’m hoping the cialis and my afternoon orgasm will increase my endurance, but I doubt they will. “How long do you want to go?” “Not too long.” I’ll just come whenever then.

Something about this ad-hoc position tonight is reminding me of mini-v. River is obviously enjoying it, and so am I, but I’m wondering what it will be like to come this way. Because I’m about to find out. My orgasm starts and I thrash desperately for some deep penetration, pulling her towards me, trying to push her legs up and go deep to feel her against the base of my cock, but it’s not happening. It takes a couple spurts before I get things sorted, pulling us together by her legs, pressing into her, feeling my jizz flow.

“That was really stimulating.” “Which part?” “The finish.” I’m glad she liked it. So did I. I wish we could do it longer. I never want to stop.

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“That was a long day. Maybe we should start every day with some cunnilingus.” “Did we?” “In the shower.” “Oh yeah. That was so short it was more like just cu-.”

Afternoon muff dive

We go for a walk in the afternoon. We’re talking, and forget to have a kiss in our usual sunny spot. But when we get home River snuggles with me on the futon. We talk about going out to dinner. “Then I can slather you, and then . . .” “That’s hard to turn down. I’m probably open to anything you want today. Except in the butt.” Her IBS is bothering her. “We should do that again sometime.” “Should we go upstairs and get naked?” “I was actually thinking of after dinner.” “Well, in your spirit of doing it while we’re in the mood . . .” I’ll go along with that. She reaches for my balls. I feel her boob through her shirt, and she moves her bra cup out of the way to give me direct access to one of my favorite boobs. And I start getting a response.

We go upstairs. I peel. Put on divbyzero, our favorite music to fuck to. River comes in and peels. She’s hot. I look again to make sure she’s as hot as I think she is. And she is. Trim. Sporty. Compact tits. She turns away and the curves of her ass are undeniable.

I slather her back, sitting behind that nicely shaped ass as usual. She reaches a friendly hand down to my knee. I like that. I work down to her butt, gripping her ass cheeks in my hands, pulling them apart, pushing them together, slathering body butter down her crack. This time I don’t have to deny myself. I scoot back, put my face down, and tickle her lips with my tongue, up and down, probing between them. She giggles. I like that. “I can roll over so you don’t have to have your nose in my ass.” I didn’t even really notice.

When she rolls over I pull her to the edge of the bed and sit beside it, my most comfortable muff dive position. She starts with her feet on the bed. Her pussy is served up nicely, ready for whatever I’ve got. I give her whole pussy a once-over tasting, tongue-fucking her tangy opening, pulling her lips into my mouth, flattening my tongue and rubbing her with it. I move up to her clitoris, feeling it with the tip of my tongue. She pushes back against me and I dive in hard, rubbing her hood over her clit with my tongue like she’s showed me with my fingers.

She’s really into it today, moaning, squirming, grinding against my mouth. That gets me even more into it, tonguing big hard circles on her clit, higher and lower, exploring with the tip of my tongue while I circle with the flat, pulling the skin at the apex of her slit for better access to her sensitive clitoris, my nose in her muff inhaling her scent, her feet on my back, my finger in her pussy, my arm around her leg pulling her into my face.

“What you’re doing now is making me want to get to the good part.” That’s a really sweet way of putting it. I move back and gaze at the thick lips of her pussy, up at her face, reach for my cock and spread my own slippery leakage around the head as I start to get hard. I expose the glistening button of her clit and River watches as I brush it with my tongue tip, then up and down her lips, then suck on her clit while I jack off.

I want to keep my cock hidden until I can surprise her with something nice and hard and ready to fuck her with. It doesn’t take long. I stand up, her pussy gaping in front of me, ready to be fucked, my cock ready to fuck her. “That’s nice. Proud and defiant.” I get on the bed with her, my knees right on the edge, slide my cock into her hole, and we fuck. The good part. Deep and soft and slippery.

There’s not much room for me on the edge of the bed. It’s hard to stay deep. So I hit it at a quick pace, not very deep, but stimulating. “I know what you’re doing.” “What am I doing?” “Going for the g-spot.” “The interesting terrain in your pussy.” Stimulating for both of us. But we want something deeper, so with each thrust I bang River backwards while she scoots until we’re both fully on the bed and she rocks up into jackknife with her legs on my shoulders and I push in until I feel cervix. “That’s deep,” she says. We both like it. Her cervix gives me some extra stimulation as the tip of my cock squeezes past it at the end of each thrust. I push in again and again to feel it.

It’s a nice sweet happy fuck, in jackknife, minimagnetism, missionary, default. We’re back in jackknife, thrusting against her cervix. I think it’s time for me to come. My body agrees. I feel my skin tingling. “I’m going to come.” River already knows that. She feels the goosebumps crawling up my back. A few more thrusts and I’m there, totally over the top, everything dissolving and melting together, I don’t even notice the individual spurts, just keep my cock pushed deep inside her while I have a huge orgasm, hugging her leg against my face to get me through it until I can breathe again.

We’ve got about ten minutes until we’ve got to get on with our day. I roll to my left and we stay together in snuggly position while my cock goes soft inside her. She doesn’t even squeeze it out.

Hot afternoon sex

We're doing an afternoon walk. Pause for a kiss in our usual spot. "I can feel the consequences." The pleasant weightiness in her parts. I feel it in mine, too. "The question now is, how to get you to feel that way this evening." Why wait. We talk about doing it while we walk back home. We've got someone coming over in less than an hour, but we have time. And they'll probably be late. "It's a nice day. We can open all the bedroom window shades, then you can walk in, naked. Unless you have a better plan." "My plan would probably involve food. I'm hungry." "I can wait. I've never done it with a grilled cheese sandwich." River grills herself a sandwich, but gets impatient and doesn't let it brown long enough. That's a good sign.

I've opened the shades in the bedroom. We go up and strip off. River gets on the bed and puts on some music. She's in low doggy position while she fiddles with the clock. "Sorry this is taking so long." "I don't mind." Her ass and pussy easily accessible. I reach under, run my fingers over her vulva, back to the moist gap between her spreading lips. She feels really wet. Oozing wetness. I don't think we'll have to use extra lube today. "There's nothing quite like your natural juice."

"Hello kitty stick-in?" I like when she does a hello kitty stick-in, but she's been messing with the clock for a while and I'm getting impatient. And hard. "Or maybe low doggy." Stick it in while she's still setting up the music. But I wait, my cock standing up, ready to go. River backs up to me and sinks down onto my rod for a well-lubricated fuck. I can't remember the last time she was this juicy. I watch her amazing ass going up and down as she fucks me, fitting nicely into the space between my spread legs, my cock straining towards her. "I like feeling your butt with my feet." What? Usually in this position my balls are on her feet and she can bounce them, but this time she's backed up so far that her feet are under my ass. I let her do all the work, riding my cock, and again the expression comes to mind. "I'm your dildo." I want her to use me. I get off on her getting off on my cock, taking it inside her, feeling it fill her up.

"What's next?" River lifts her ass into doggy and now I fuck her, pushing into her wet pussy, her sweet juices enveloping my cock. "How long?" "A quickie is fine." But I want to go longer. I like feeling River's ass against me in doggy, and admiring her shape.

"We're both in fine form today." Wet. Hard. Horny. A hot session. The spark from the smooch during our walk has been fanned into flames. "When are you going to be this wet again?" "Maybe tonight."

We can't finish with anything less than face to face. Reed banging River. She rolls under me, skillfully keeping my cock inside her, until I end up between her legs. I sit up with my hands pressing on her tits as we fuck, then let my body rest on hers and enjoy being close and intimate. Scoop her legs onto my shoulders for jackknife. Sit up and hug her legs to my chest while my cock disappears into the gap between them and she moans erotically. That always makes me want to come. And I'm not holding off any more. We're having a great fuck. "Real soon . . . and that means . . ." I don't even notice the individual spurts of my orgasm, it's just one continuous feeling of fulfillment. ". . . now."

My cock doesn't get soft at all. We keep going. The afterfuck. The tip of my post-orgasm cock is super-sensitive but River's pussy feels perfect as I pick up the pace and wonder whether I can keep it up until I come again. Eventually I feel myself softening and slow down and finally pull out. Grab my t-shirt to use on River's gaping, just-fucked pussy, wiping deep this time until I let her take over.

She has an interesting question. "Does your body ever get confused, trying to have an orgasm when it can't?" She says that happens to her sometimes, going for another one when it's just not going to happen again. I think about it. "Yeah, that might describe my situation pretty well." I like having a shared experience like that, being able to talk and understand each other.

A raunchy job

River comes home from school. "I have a job for you." "I can do many jobs." "I can think of nothing so luxurious as being slathered all over." She pauses. "And fucked." I take the job.

Before long we sneak upstairs in the afternoon. River takes off her shirt and I'm struck by how nice she looks with her small breasts. She's always a treat to see naked. She finishes peeling and sits on the bed, knees pulled up, ankles crossed primly in front of her snatch. Her cuteness and eroticism tantalize me and are amplified by her not showing anything. I peel and join her.

She lies down on her front and I slather her back with body butter, sitting on her legs behind her butt, taking my time, not missing anything. "You want everything slathered?" "Everything." I do her arms, then she rolls on her side. I do her top leg then reach behind for her butt cheek. Her curves are amazing in this position, especially her ass, looking nice and feeling nice. I spend some time on it, my hand caressing her smooth, firm cheek. "That's a nice piece of girl you've got there." "Why thank you." "I'd like to frame it and hang it on the wall." "Maybe I should get a plaster cast made of my ass so I'll remember what it looked like when I'm 80." That's an incredible idea. I'm all for it. Who wouldn't want a cast of their sweetie's ass? It could be a whole new industry.

I butter her legs, then sit between them while I do her tummy, making my way up to her breasts, buttering them well, pushing them, pulling them, hands sliding over her perking nipples, fingers massaging into the muscle beneath.

My hands move down her body, fingers trailing through her bush to her lovely labia, the guardians of her cunt. I want to eat her, but she wants to be fucked. I work my thumb up to her clit and do the circles, while I start getting myself hard with my other hand.

"It's pretty obvious how my part responds. But with yours it's not so easy to tell." Maybe my thumb on her clit is turning me on more than it is her. "Yeah, it's all pretty mysterious." River wonders when her last orgasm was. Maybe the time she did eighteen of them. "Do you have one in you today?" "I might." I let her take over. Her hand takes its familiar position on her dark bush. Her fingers do their familiar circles on her clit. No matter how many times I see it, it's always fascinating. I watch, getting harder. She moans when I put my thumb partway inside and push towards her asshole. She looks down to check how hard I am. Not hard enough.

"I could come any time." "I think you're going to have to do this one solo." I'm not hard enough to fuck her in the orgasm. At least not very well. "Do you want to fuck me in my second one?" "I like doing that." I oil my cock for better jacking. She's getting close, her fingers moshing her clit around, her head tipped to the side, moaning softly. Suddenly she's coming, this time it's obvious, I watch her back arch, her body writhe, I slip a finger into her wetness and press up for her g-spot, holding it, rubbing it, the texture exciting me, while River has wave after wave of orgasm. Every time I think it's ending, another shudder hits her.

"I've got a finger inside. When I think about it, that seems strange." I like having fingers in her pussy, feeling her soft, wet walls, I do it often, but it does seem stranger than having my cock in her. More intimate somehow. "Yes, it is strange. But the finger helps the orgasms."

River checks my cock again. Watching and listening to her come has stiffened it up to full hardness. "That's a nice rod. I can get on it, or we can do some other position if you want." "Let's do a raunchy position stick-in." River rolls onto her front and spreads her legs wide, her pussy gaping raunchily between them. "I've got another one." She bumps her ass up a little and reaches down to her clit as I push my cock all the way into her and she gasps. A few easy strokes then some deep hard bangs while she does herself. It's quick. "Here it is." I bang hard against her ass. She wants to be fucked and she's getting it in her second orgasm. I wish I could see my cock pounding into her spread pussy, glistening with her juices, but her perfect ass blocks the view. By the time I feel myself starting to come, in less than a minute, maybe only thirty seconds, it's inevitable and I can't hold off. "I'm going to come, too." I join her in a mutual orgasm, pumping my load deep inside her as we come, feeling her feet on my ass pushing me even further in.

I wish I could stay hard and fuck some more but I'm spent. I pull out to look at her luscious pussy. "Now it's even raunchier." She's right. Her lips are spread wide, a gash of pink between them, from her clit to the gaping hole of her just-fucked cunt. "It could only be raunchier if there were come dripping down." I poke a finger in and feel for it, but it must be deep. Too bad. I'd like to lick my white jizz as it dribbles out of her pink pussy.

She rolls over. "Here's the third." It just takes a small touch at the right time. She has four more as we sit and talk, and gravity starts making my load drip out. "Six days worth." "It felt like a lot."

"I did a job for you. With my tool." "Fucked me right in the raunchy." "If you saw how raunchy you looked, you might not do that position." "Are you serious?" I think a moment. "Yes." "Cool." My sweetie likes being raunchy.

We're talking the next morning. "So it's seven to two for the year?" "Eight. I popped another one out in the bathroom. After the first one they're easy." "I wish I could do that."

Wrapping presents in the basement

The basement is off-limits to kids. We're wrapping presents. That must be what we call it now.

My parents were over for a Chistmas Eve visit. We've got some champagne that we intended to open with them, but the timing didn't work out, so we open it after they've gone. River and I are snuggling on the couch. We've shared a glass between us. "This champagne is making me really amorous." Amorous. I like that. Her switch has been flipped, her parts are on fire, and she wants to take advantage of her mood. No waiting until this evening. I've been feeling third-dayish, and the basement was giving me ideas earlier today. We've never done it there. River said she never would. Surprise. I plug in a heater and let it run for a while. And I gather some supplies. Massage oil, silicone lube, a hand towel. And in a flash of inspiration, a hot wet washcloth. Not that it's likely to stay hot.

We head to the basement. River spreads a blanket on the rug. I turn out one of the lights for mood. We can see the neighbor's porch out the window but no big deal. We undress each other. Everything but her socks. Sit facing each other. We talk while River plays with my parts and I finger her slit. Talk about how it's been more than a month since I ate her pussy. About how the way she feels now is how I feel most of the time. About how the champagne might affect my performance. About what we want to do with each other.

It takes a while, but River gets me up. She's good at that. She likes the reward of a job well-done. She gets into doggy position, her legs together as usual. It's a semi-erect stick-in, but my cock gets fully hard when the fuck starts, and I watch it pumping in and out under her sexy butt. She is on fire. Really into it. Moaning. Fucking back. Letting me bang her cervix. Doing all the work. We talk about how we didn't used to do much doggy. A couple nice rear-entry positions, but not so much doggy. It seemed kind of submissive and degrading to me. Not intimate enough. Now it's playful and energetic. And the view of River's perfect ass is amazing. I sigh and breathe heavily. "That means I really like it."

River sits up into hello kitty and the view gets even better, with her waist nipping in above her butt. It's an easy position for her to do all the work, rocking up and down with her hands on her knees, fucking me. Fucking herself on my cock. I lean back and enjoy the waves of pleasure she's sending through me, her extra push right at the end of the stroke, watching her lips slide up my shaft as she leans forward.

River wants to be on her back. To feel the blanket on her skin. To feel her pussy getting pounded. Deep missionary with her heels on my butt. I pull her legs up into minimagnetism and suddenly it feels amazing to both of us. River sounds like she's going to come, and I am going to come. I have to back off a bit. Neither of us wants this to end soon.

I put River's legs on my shoulders for jackknife. My cock squishes in and out of her quite nicely. But I'm going soft. That hasn't happened for a while. Is it the champagne? I'm confident I can get it back up. At least I hope I can. I stroke my cock a bit with some massage oil but it's not going anywhere.

But her pussy is staring at me, her fleshy lips calling to me, her bush beckoning. I put my mouth on her and press my tongue down on her clit. "You can give me hints." "It feels great." I feel great, my nose in her muff, inhaling her scent, looking up past her boobs to her face, my tongue working her clit, my hands holding her against me, both of us moaning. This is how it's supposed to be. "That feels really amorous. And hot." I answer when I can take a break. "It's meant to." Maybe I've finally got it figured out: fucking as foreplay. Get her warmed up with something she likes^*. Then some cunnilingus. I love eating her when she's into it. And she is. I try to jack off to get myself hard again. But most of my attention is on her. I pull the skin at the top of her slit to expose her button for my tongue. And I'm still not getting hard.

"Do you have one in you?" "I might." She takes over on her button so we can each give ourselves some serious attention. She can come and I can be ready to fuck her when she comes. I slide my fingers into her wet pussy and circle her g-spot. River fingers her nipples and I oil them for her. Right about now Brook is outside the door and wants to talk to River. I get up to hold the door closed if necessary, and River sweetly persuades her to go back upstairs. I doubt River will be able to get herself off after that interruption. But I'm finally getting hard again.

"What do you want?" "Mmm, straight up my pussy." I oblige, a quick thrust straight up and in. "That's what I want." We do some vigorous banging, our bodies pounding together, River getting rug burn on her back as she gets pushed across the blanket. We kiss until I remember. "Sorry, I smell like pussy." My favorite, not hers.

She spreads her legs in the wide V and grabs her toes and suddenly everything clicks for us, I'm hitting a spot inside her pussy that feels great for both of us and we're both gasping and we both know this is going to be the finish. "I'm going to ..." and I can't even get the word out because I'm coming so hard and pushing in all the way and squeezing every last drop into her, "... come."

I get the washcloth for her. It's not hot any more, but the cool feels nice, and she appreciates having the washcloth and the towel to clean up. We wrap some presents, River sitting on the towel to catch the occasional drip, then get dressed and go upstairs.

"Same time next year?" "Did we just start a new tradition?"

^* Or maybe it's the champagne. That would suck. Using alcohol as a way to get women to drop their inhibitions and open up, so to speak, is something I never learned, discovered, considered, or even thought of. It disgusts me.

An afternoon screw

We walk together. A kiss in our usual spot. Consequences for both of us. River wearing her sexy sweater dress. Black legs. Afternoon. Sitting on the kitchen floor. Rubbing her feet. Up her calves. Looking at each other. I smile. "Maybe this would be a good time to do it." I sit on River's lap facing her. "One of us has to be the girl." "We can take turns." Today it's my turn. Leaning in for a kiss. "If I were a girl I could just reach in and feel your hard-on. Girls have it easy." She just has a pubic bone. I just have dirty talk. "That's a nice hard one. And big. I bet you want to do something with that." River's back against the kitchen cabinet handle is not comfortable. We'll use the bed by mutual agreement.

River freshens up. She's on her period. A painful one. Says it's dropped off this morning though. My fertility goddess. I strip. Kneel on the bed. Pump some of her new silicone lube and get myself hard for her. It's smooth, but not as nicely frictiony as oil. Or as River. Nothing's as nice as River's own sweet juices. Not too slippery. Not too frictiony. Just right for a nice smooth fuck. I'm hard by the time she comes in. "Nice one." She undresses. Sweater dress. Bra. Panties. I look at her tits, her shape, her face, and get harder with anticipation. She lubes. Lies crosswise on the bed. I stick it in and fuck her.

"No warmup. Just like you like." She smiles. Hard and fast. Like she likes. Snuggling on her while we fuck. Kissing. Microfuck. "This was a good idea." "An afternoon screw." "We should do this more often." Minimagnetism, holding her legs in front of me. It's a good position today. She wiggles back, fucking against me somehow. I watch my cock disappear into the shadow between her legs. "We need to get you a mirror so you can see this." It feels too good and we need to take a break. At least I do. Interlock. But it's a little tame after minimagnetism. Doesn't seem to be working as well for either of us. We do snuggly position with her legs pushed up, then she puts her feet behind my legs and ass and pulls me into her. She squirts on some more lube. "I'm not sure where that went." "I know where this is going." My cock plunges into her, sideways into her cunt.

Back on top for more face-to-face. Fuck and kiss. Stop to hold off and feel some come leak into her. Back to it. Deep and slow. "I'm going to finish pretty soon." "Ok." Sooner than I think. A few more slow deep strokes and I'm there, squeezing into her. She squeezes back while I come in her. We stay that way, her legs around me, my cock still inside, and afterfuck. I sit up into minimagnetism again. That one worked well for us today. Even without a wall for River. Eventually she starts dripping and we pull apart. "That wasn't too messy." "Your balls are crusty." I look down. She's not kidding. And so is the bed. We don't mind. We're glad we seized the moment.

Waterline

"We have the whole afternoon to ourselves." I hadn't even thought of that. We talk about River's boobs. I really like them. A lot. River is not so happy with them. She doesn't see them like I do. Literally. I want to show her what I see. Why she is so nice to look at. "This would be a good time to try some topless shots with the window light." Seems like she'll do it.

Laundry. Baking. I eye River's chocolate. A chocolate heart appears for me. River makes licorice tea with the tea kettle. She is so sweet. Being together for an afternoon. River is facebooking. I don't mind, it's relaxing, but I'm wondering about the pictures. "Do you want to do the window light pictures? I don't think we'll have a better time than this."

We do them. River in pink stripy panties. She's hot. I'm trying to give more direction. I've got ideas from how I've seen her position her body in the shower. Arms. Turn. Look. "That's good." We look them over. "This is what I see. Look at that shape. That's hot." I think River agrees. "I'm getting a reaction."

River falls back on the bed. We kiss. I get on top. Passionate. I'm getting hard. I stand up and strip. "You want some sex?" This is unbelievable. She's been out-initiating me 3-to-1. "You've still got something in your panties." "You can whip them off." Whip. Off. Rub our parts together. But not too long. "Can it go in?" "It's been harder, but it might like being in there." River puts it in. It likes it. "I'm fucking the girl in the pictures." Default. I sit up. Slide it in and out. "That's a nice view." Harder. Hands on stomach. "You feel huge." River grabs my balls. Rubbing the bottom of my nuts. Just the right spot. Insane. Jackknife. See the tuft of bush. Hands hold my weight on her breasts. "Am I squishing you?" "In a good way." Slow. Hard. Faster. I have a waterline from River's period^*. I don't mind. "I come." I'm right at the edge. One slow thrust and I hold it in and come. "I like that nice controlled come." I like it too. It's a nice release.

We snuggle and relax. "You feel nice." "You too." "I wasn't expecting that." "Neither was I." Some things are just right. And sexy. "You still feel like my new girlfriend." "That's amazing." "You're amazing."

^* "I had a waterline." "On your . . . cock?" Funny word for River to use. "Yeah. I didn't think you'd want to see it . . ." "I wouldn't." "So I cleaned it off." "That's what you get for talking a girl into doing it during her period." "Oh, did I talk you into that?" "Not this time, but maybe last night." Normally that would make me feel pretty bad, but somehow being able to talk River into doing it during her period makes me feel good. Desirable. Sexy. Trusted.

Reed and River, sitting in a tree

"We could do it in the treehouse." It's not so much a treehouse, just a platform in a couple of trees, about twenty feet up. "I was thinking the same thing back on those rocks. You read my mind."

River puts some things in her pack and heads off to climb the tree. It takes some fancy climbing. And it's up there. She gets up no problem. Of course. I walk up the trail to join her. "There are two long screws up here." How appropriate. "There's going to be one more." Did I say that or just think it? I climb up. "It's nice having an athletic sweetie." "It's worked out pretty well." As I come over the edge I see River has packed a blanket and spread it out on the platform. That's my practical sweetie. A comfortable spot I hope. "One good thing about the treehouse is I can get completely naked." This gets better all the time. "Full daylight." And better. "I'm going to have to look." My socks off, her shirt and bra off, our pants off, and I don't even see any panties, just her amazing butt and secret darkness, dark and secret even in daylight. Has she been commando the whole time? I thought I saw some stripies go on this morning. Oh, they just came down with the pants. River's thinking I'm thinking "presenting". I should be thinking that. "You usually take your glasses off." Oh yeah.

Reed and River, sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g. Kiss kiss, rub rub, squeeze the nipples. Hard on. Thanks to Cialis. I wanted to make sure we didn't miss this one. River feels me through my underwear, then it comes off and Reed the closet exhibitionist stands up to display his full erection. To River. This is going to be good.

It goes in with default. There's a reason it's default. It works. For both of us. Fuck. Minifuck. It is good. I've got quite a view. The water looks nice, too. I can't get over this. It's overwhelming. I look. Are River's lips folding in? I reach down and pull them out. "I'm looking up at trees." "I can feel breeze on my balls." "I feel it on my perineum." "It feels nice."

We're wondering about knees and the hard surface. "I think I'm going to have bruises. But it's worth it." Oh yes it is worth it.

We're in jackknife. Feeling the nose. Too much? River's mound bulges between her legs. A thick curl of bush hair above her opening. River's bush. Her post-coital scratch bush. Her rub up a lather bush. The bush I feel crinkling through her silky panties. The bush I get to look at. From the front. From the side. From between her legs. Hot bush. Sexy bush. Girly bush. River's bush. I reach down to tug at it. Looks good enough to eat. "I wish I could just reach my tongue down there while we're doing it." I back off and roll River back so her pussy comes up and lick it. "You taste good." Uh oh, now she's not going to want to kiss. How can you not like that taste? Must be a guy thing. River tastes good.

Back in. We slap together. "Power strokes." The knees are sort of a problem but not too bad yet. "Doggy style?" We get set up. We do it. "There's your cold butt." Her cold butt feels nice. River gets the view. It's drying out. "This is the dry position. Maybe if you didn't pull out so far." "That's the best part." I can't believe this. "I brought lube, but it's back in the car." I didn't think we'd need it. Maybe the breeze is drying things out. Probably. It's especially dry on the right side. It's also a queefy position. "We can use spit if that's ok." I tongue River's slit some more. I feel my heavy penis dangling out of range. It feels like it should feel. Hard and weighty. It won't go soft today and I'm eager to get it back in. The spit has done its job and things are good again.

Flying v. "This is what every guy on earth wishes he was doing. Spreading a girl wide open outside and fucking her." This is incredible. River is breathtaking. The whole scene outside naked in the woods on a mountain screwing in a treehouse with a view on a nice day is breathtaking. "If you were a guy, could you imagine any better way to do it?" Missionary. "There's my warm sweetie." I hope she's ok getting squished on the deck down there. I go faster and harder and I feel an orgasm coming. But I want River on top today. I lean back and pull her up and squinch my legs around. I'm off the blanket into splinter zone but I don't care. River fucks me on top. "I see trees." I see a smiling sweetie. Single point of contact. Favorite. This time I watch. "I feel it sliding down on my whole thing." And up. River is catching the head on the upstrokes and making me moan. Just like I like. "Those upstrokes were great." I grab River and lift her butt and do some driving from the passenger seat.

More licking for lube. Face to face with River's beautiful wet pussy. In full daylight. I lick, tongue fuck, and stare into the pink. I've never seen this much detail.

Stand up to show off my erect cock again. Then I'm on top again. Back in with no hands in default. I'm going to finish. We have to do flying v again. It looks so amazing to see River spread out like that. In full daylight. With water and islands in the background. And breeze. And bush. And nipples. And hair. And face. It feels good for her. Magnetism. "I can't do the bounce though." Mini magnetism, holding her thighs leaning her legs to her left so I can look at her. Jackknifing the g-spot feels really good. It could be a finisher. But every time I feel I could go for the finish I have to shift my knees, and lose the feeling. I lift my knees off the platform. "That's good. This is your version of single point of contact." It is good but I can't hold out. River moves into mini-v to take some work off my knees. "This is a hard one to come in. Well it's easy to come in, but . . ." We do mini-v. It sounds like River is trying to make me finish. Just a coincidence I'm sure. But she's getting cold. She puts her shirt back on. She wraps the blanket around her. I feel great, being outside, naked, with River, also naked, screwing in the treehouse with her. But I need to finish the marathon. Missionary. Slow. Careful. Warm. Feel it plunge in through the gateway over and over. "That feels really good." I can tell. We always seem to agree. But I like it when she tells me. It's coming. It feels strong. "One more . . ." And here it is. In and out while I'm coming. I don't even feel the spurts, just the orgasm. A strong one. I feel my left nut get pulled up. It's a good feeling. We've talked about this. I have to show River. "Look, where did my left nut go?" I look down and my right nut is gone too. "They're in your inguinal canal. Cremaster muscle." I like having a sweetie who knows these things. I feel my empty scrotum. River reaches out and pushes them back down into place for me one at a time. It's strangely intimate having her do that.

It's still hard and I could keep going, but River is cold. I feel bad I took so long. We use the t-shirt I brought. It would have been more fun to sacrifice my underwear. She's shivering. What can we do to get her warmed up? I offer my underwear and t-shirt for her to wear. She dresses and wraps in the blanket and shivers. I get in to huddle, with River behind me. She starts to warm up. I start to feel better.

"We should take one of those screws as as souvenir." "Definitely. We can put it in an underwear drawer. Frame it." Then we'd each have a souvenir. I have her panties from our second first time in my sock drawer. River packs up the screw. It's a long one.

Afternoon jack

I masturbate to orgasm in the afternoon.  Astroglide, spit, left handed, right handed, it never gets very hard.