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.

Tonight I’m an insomniac on the hotel wi-fi

The weather is not so good today. We do get in an outrageously scenic walk when the rain lets up. Back in the village we hit the information center for weather. It’s supposed to get even worse. Time to move out of our campground for a day or two. So we ask about hotels and get a few pointers. We’re checking reservations online when the power goes out in the whole town. Back into the lightning and sleet to check out the cheapest option, which has the benefit of an indoor pool. We get set up there and hit the pool. In the dark. There is no emergency lighting in the washrooms or the pool. We get by on headlamps, sticking together to maximize the light. It’s the first time I’ve ever showered in a women’s locker room. It would probably be more spectacular in the light. And with women. The pool is dark except for a few small windows that let in a trickle of daylight. A friendly staff member hands the kids glowsticks that we use to keep track of them in the semi-darkness. We have the pool and hot tub to ourselves. No one else seems to be able to find the pool in the dark. Swimming in the dark with glowsticks is the most fun the kids have ever had in a pool.

At the room River and I share a dark shower together. It’s cozy. I’m thinking maybe we’ll just skip the lighting in that bathroom remodel we’re doing. “You know how I can only think of one thing to do when the power goes out around bed time?” “Are you thinking of it now?” “Uh-huh.” “When don’t you think of it?” If we do it tonight it’s going to have to be with all the kids in the room. Hopefully asleep. We’ve done it before, but the kids are all two years older now. We should have done it in the dark pool room when we had the chance. The power comes on just before bedtime. Maybe we’ll do it anyway.

Brook has lost her first tooth. The tooth fairy will be visiting tonight. I fall asleep quickly and wake up in the middle of the night. “Tooth fairy?” “Taken care of.” I’m disappointed. I wonder if River remembers my longstanding fantasy of catching the tooth fairy in the act and making a deal that involves the opportunity to fuck her in exchange for keeping her secret. But she’s come and gone. “I’m sorry I missed her.” “I’m sorry, too.” That sounds inviting. Maybe the backrub River asked for earlier could be part of the deal. I’ll find out. I rub River’s back while she’s on her side. She rolls over for me. I sit on her and do her shoulder blades, along her spine, her sides. I’m monitoring the kids. They seem restless but they’re asleep. I get hard. Pull down her panties. She tilts for me. And I lose it. And can’t get it back. We try to squeeze it in and hope it perks up but we can’t. Not even sticking my thumb in her warm cozy snatch is helping. I lay beside her and try to get hard. Nothing. She’s probably too tired to help.

So tonight I’m an insomniac on the hotel wi-fi.

Fuck and shop online

“Is that a ‘look’ look?” “It might have been.” I need some help. “What should I do when I get a ‘look’ look?” “We should make a plan.” For this afternoon.

River puts on panties, a skirt, and a shirt. The colors of stormy weather. She sits on my lap while she looks up travel books online. I rub my fingers on her back. Her firm butt. Around to the soft insides of her spread thighs. “I get the feeling that you don’t want to wait until this afternoon.” I haven't even had time to feel her pussy through her panties. “You can fuck and look up books at the same time.” “I could.” She’s worried about privacy. And not the online type. But we’d hear any kids coming up the stairs. And they’d have to come all the way into the room to get any idea of what might be going on.

I pull my cock out from under her ass. It’s a bit discouraging that I can’t always pop up a nice hard one when the situation calls for it. But I take my time, stroking up and down, pulling River’s skirt up, admiring the lines of the dark blue panties against the light skin of her ass, gradually getting harder. Slip a finger under the cottony crotch of her panties. Sort her lips out. Push into her wetness. Where my cock would like to follow.

I’m hard enough. She stands, her strong legs angling down to the floor, her ripe ass at the apex. Her lips dangle enticingly in the gap under her dark blue ass. I tuck her skirt into her panties to keep it out of the way. Try to line my cock up for her descent but her panties keep pulling back into place. It takes some teamwork but we get it. After a few thrusts she’s nicely lubricated. And we fuck, while she keeps looking for travel books.

I can’t do much with my butt on the chair. “I can do the work.” I watch as her stormy ass rides my cock, settling onto it, lifting back up, sliding wetly down my shaft. All I can do is roll the chair forwards every now and then as it drifts back. River declines my suggestion to put her feet up on the desk. She’s talking about the books she’s looking at, but the only thing I hear is “I’m going to buy all these books.” Is she serious? Or is she delirious? Like me.

“I don’t think we’re going to finish like this.” She lifts her ass and I fall out, then run my fingers up and down my cock, slick with her juices. We stand and have a nice hug, her hands on my back, me gripping her ass and pulling her towards me, my cock falling against her skirt. “Now I get the impression that you don’t want to wait until afternoon.” “I could go either way.” If we wait we can probably take longer and have a nice screw. But this is the year of sieze the moment. I push River toward the bed. She strips off her shirt and skirt. Her panties stay on. Like we were talking about this morning. That’s hot.

She gets in position for hello kitty. Slips her panties to mid-thigh. My cock springs back up but it won’t go in. How did she get so dry when just a few minutes ago we were having a nice juicy fuck? “Do we need lube?” “I don’t think so.” In a few pumps she juices back up and we’re fucking again. “Your waist looks impossibly narrow from back here.” I bang against her as we fuck, and she moans like she always has when we do that. She looks between her legs, sees my balls, fuzzy and aching to fill her with come. Her feet reach for them. “I’m trying to tickle your balls.” “You’re going to make me come.” Her pussy grinds around the head of my cock a few more times and I’m coming. River slides down as far as she can while my load spurts into her. And we afterfuck, until it's time to pull the plug.

“Once again I get to have a nice orgasm, and you get to drip all day.” “I might have one later.” “I’d like to be there for that.”

Downstairs we find a guy working on our remodel. He’s gotten a lot of work done today. Has he been there the whole time? We don’t know.

Morning quickie

We were planning on doing it on Thursday. So we also planned on doing it yesterday, which would be almost enough for me but not too much for River. But something lit off my mercurial streak in a bad way. And we didn’t have the emotional warm-up day I was expecting. At least we did go for a nice long walk together. But in the evening my gaze doesn’t linger on naked River and we both know I’m still not in the mood. It happens.

In the morning I wake River up at the usual time. I’ve always been her alarm clock. We lie in bed together, our legs touching, and I get nicely hard. Just one of those things that happens in the morning. I join River in the shower. She washes me. “That’s got some hardness.” “Didn’t you notice when I got in?” It would be somewhat like her not to notice. “Yeah, but that’s not unusual.” We have a nice full-contact smooch in the warm water before we get out. River looks down at my cock which is unfortunately not hard. “Are you checking?” “Yes.” “Do you want it?” “Not here.” I wouldn’t expect. One of the kids has wandered in and out already.

In the bedroom. River’s not getting dressed. Does she really have something in mind? She checks the clock. Decides we have enough time. Stands in front of me. I look her up and down as I stroke my cock. Hoping the morning erection will return. If only I could be so lucky. She gets on the bed and backs up to the edge. I stand behind her. She hasn’t even closed the bedroom door. I guess we don’t expect anybody to come wandering in. My somewhat spongy cock won’t go into her squeaky-clean pussy. I lick her from behind. My cock stiffens. She’s lubricated. “Two birds with one stone.” “Very efficient.” Now it goes in easily. And we fuck. Me banging. River moaning.

“You don’t have to restrain yourself. Quicker is better today.” I can do that. I fuck to come, hard and fast, then slow, pulling back as my orgasm builds, starting to come just inside, my cock pulsing and filling her with jizz, then pushing through it. “That was quick.” I wouldn’t want to disappoint her.

“Do you get anything out of that?” “Some nice stimulation in the morning.”

Conversations and showers

River and I had a nice day yesterday. Took a lunch break together at our usual spot. Today I’m a little sensitive about bothering River for sex. There are times when she’s not bothered, and times when I can be too much. We’ve decided it’s usually better if I err on the side of too much. But not too too much. And how can I know where the line is at any given time unless I cross it?

So I bother a little bit, even though I know River well enough (in part because in some ways she’s a little like me, or how I used to be, about other people’s ideas) to know it’s not going to happen this afternoon. Unless she surprises me, which happens sometimes. My surprising sweetie, I call her. I have to be myself, and she knows that. If I’m retreating too far, I’m not being myself and that’s a bad path to go down. And I know I have to let her be herself, too. I don’t want to ruin her. We’re damn near perfect together.

She’s in bed before ten. Doesn’t have to get up until seven thirty. We had a nice day. She had a productive week. She knows what I’m thinking. But she didn’t get a good sleep last night and I respect her efforts to catch up. Even though she’s told me her mom recommended a nice orgasm as a sleep aid. Her mom was an inspiration to me, in more ways than that.

She snuggles on me. “You never get tired of snuggling. You’ll snuggle every night. We just snuggled this morning. But doing it . . . there’s a line somewhere in between.” For me, holding hands, hug, kiss, snuggle, fuck, there’s no line, it all comes from the same place. If I want to hold hands, or hug, or kiss, or snuggle, and I do want all of those things, I want to fuck, too. We can’t always fuck when we’re hugging and kissing and our parts are responding while we’re out for a walk (well, we could), but here we are in bed. “It’s the line of a girl who doesn’t want to get sick of sex.” She doesn’t get sick of snuggling. So what’s different about sex? “It takes energy and creativity. And time. I drip all day afterwards.” I know she just threw that in to be humorous. It’s one of my things: I get to have a nice orgasm, she gets to drip all day. “For years I’ve used the line ‘I’ll do all the work’. You can leave the creativity to me. We can use condoms or pull out for drippage. Time is a matter of priorities and scheduling.” Our usual situation: her with reasons why not, me trying to find ways to make it work. She can make so many other things work. She’s amazing that way. “I guess there’s only one logical explanation: you get more out of it than I do.” “You get more out of food than I do, but I eat every day.” I may get more out of snuggling than she does, too, but she doesn’t get tired of that. She even initiates. A lot.

That’s enough talk. It’s a nice conversation. It should stay a nice conversation. For me, sometimes talking is as good as doing it, and River knows that. Another way to connect and be intimate. We’ve always talked. If we didn’t, how would we ever know each other? Talking and fucking at the same time, well that’s the ultimate.

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In the morning I snuggle on her while she slowly wakes up. Both hands on her hip. My cock barely touching her. It starts to stiffen of its own volition. Ok, I help a little bit. Thinking thoughts. Moving against her. Squeezing my legs together. River never minds me enjoying myself on her like this. Even dry humping in spoons with my cock on her vulva. But now isn’t the time. I mostly keep my erection to myself this morning.

“Good morning.” “Good morning.” She gets up and goes to the shower. I’m still hard. Not as hard as I used to get. But hard enough. By the time I’ve followed her down the hall to the bathroom my erection has flagged a bit but it’s still pretty apparent. Get in the shower with her. As usual. And it’s not unusual for me to join her semi-erect. Before the ED set in, it wouldn’t take much to get me fully erect in the shower with River. I could even jack off in the anti-slippery of the water. This time I’ve got a bit more in mind.

River watches while I stroke my cock, pulling outwards from the base, my thumb on top. Still just about ninety degrees of erection. “If you’ve got one, you might as well play with it.” “I think that’s a quote.” “From where?” “Something I said.”

Can I wash my hair with one hand? I picture myself squeezing the shampoo right onto my head while I jack off with the other hand. I think of asking River to help while my hands are busy. But I let go while I quickly wash and rinse my hair.

When I’m finished I haven’t lost that much ground. I jack some more while I watch River wash herself. I’ve said it all before. Trim body. Compact tits. Silly mohawk of a bush. Perfect ass. Cute face. Happy face. She must not have slept too badly. I jack faster, just the head. The continuous stimulation works better. “Water is the opposite of slippery.” “What can we do about that?” She said “we”. Soap is right out. I discovered at a young age that it can make my slit burn for hours afterwards. And she wouldn’t want it inside her, either. “The silicone stuff doesn’t seem to wash off.” But it makes me feel like an industrial appliance. “Oil maybe.” We’ve even talked about leaving some in the shower. But all the lube is in the bedroom. There used to be astroglide in the bathroom cabinet but it wasn’t there last time I needed it. And it washes off.

“Maybe some of my natural lubrication.” She leans forward and I reach under her ass, feel her flaps, feel her lips spread apart, feel the wet opening of her pussy, fit my cock to it, push. But water is the opposite of slippery, and my cock isn’t the opposite of hard but it’s a bit spongy. River bends over further, puts a hand on the front wall, reaches underneath for my cock, does whatever it is she does to help, and with a bit of effort we get it in halfway. Enough to get harder. Enough to spread her juice around. Enough to fuck.

“Nice sounds.” Glorious wet sploshy sounds with every thrust, the water streaming down her back, accumulating in her crack, and being forcefully ejected onto her ass as I bang into her. “Can you feel the splash?” “Yes.”

This is just what I needed. A morning shower fuck with River. As always the view from behind is breathtaking. I worry that the water will wash her juice away, especially with so much right where the action is, but there’s no sign of that. I pull out to her lips, feel the warm water flow over my cock, feel myself push back in through her improbable spot. As always, I don’t want to stop. “How long can you stay like that?” “Not too long.” “We don’t have to finish.” Even though I could. I feel an orgasm not too far off. If I let it. “You won’t have to drip all day.” “There are always panty liners.” A few more easy thrusts, a few more happy thoughts, then I reach around for River’s tits and stand her up against me.

Just before I pull out, the bathroom door opens. It’s Brook. The offspring most likely to walk in on us. Although we usually have more warning. She’s in for her morning pee. Probably doesn’t notice anything through the mostly clear plastic shower curtain. Just mom and dad showering, as usual. But I pull out and hide my erection behind River. “Good timing.” I wonder what it’s going to be like for clothing-agnostic Brook when she realizes that not everybody walks around their house naked occasionally, and moms and dads don’t always shower together, or even like each other as much as River and I do. I hope we’re being positive role models. Hope she doesn’t look back on things one day and think OMFG. But River and I have a great relationship. How could we not be good role models?

I join River in our rooom after we’re dry. “I could have come. But I wanted to save it for a more meaningful time.” “That’s sweet.” I wonder if that’s a clue about how River feels about sex? She’d rather save it for the more meaningful times? I’ll have to ask.

Then I feel the characteristic tickle at the opening of my urethra. When I reach into my pants the tip of my cock is slippery. “I’m the one who’s going to be dripping all day.”

“Should I just jump you right away?” “Yes.”

“I would do it with you tonight.” My old line. “Yeah.” What’s River thinking? Of course you’d do it with me tonight. You’d do it with me any time. “I’d do it with you, too.” I’m in a good mood the rest of the day.

I’m in bed first. Hoping it hasn’t gotten too late for River. She comes in. Throws the comforter off the bed. We talk for a while. I’m wondering if this is one of those times when she’s signed up for it and wishes she hadn’t. She knows I know she might feel differently by the end of the day. One of the reasons for my “seize the moment” propensity. And there’s always “How about tomorrow morning?”

“Are you waiting for me to make a move?” “No, I’m just waiting for things to settle a bit. Should I just jump you right away?” “Yes.” I’m almost a parody of myself as I straddle her, kiss, feel her compact tits, brush my hands down her body, stroke my cock, tell her how nice she is to look at, and anticipate what we're about to do. “I was thinking of being ready to go when you came in.” “That would be some nice variety. And it would save time.” She looks down at my now hard cock. “Well hello.” I squeeze to straighten it up even more. “I like it when it says hello back.”

If I play out my parody I would spread her legs by slipping mine between them one at a time, then either plunge right in or rub her clit with my cock first. But variety wins. “Something from behind. Low doggy stick-in.” River gets on all fours, then drops until her butt is just above her feet. I probe for her wetness and stick my cock into her and we fuck.

“What are you doing?” “Watching you in the window.” That’s a surprise. I’ve left the reading light on, and the window beside our bed is a mirror with the darkness behind it. The neighbors across the street would have a nice view if they looked out their window. But they never do. I think. I go through some of the stupid porn poses intended not to block the camera angles. Left hand on her right ass cheek. Right hand behind my back. Then a few of my favorites. Hands behind my head. Hands on her legs. And finally just grabbing her hips and pulling her against me in counterpoint to some vigorous thrusting. She likes that one. So do I.

“You feel big again tonight.” It must be the position. But I take some time starting with a shallow fuck and going deeper and deeper on each thrust until I’m banging her all the way in and she’s moaning and making me want to come. “A quick one tonight?” “Sounds good.” I hold still and move her forwards and backwards on my cock. “Are you going to watch me come?” “I think I’ll just grab your butt.” A fast fuck with my balls resting on her feet until I come, long moans, head back, River reaching behind to grab my ass and pull me in but it’s out of reach. It was a good show, too bad she missed it.

“That was a strange one.” “How so?” “It was like a long wind up, then there’s supposed to be the first big squeeze of the orgasm, but it’s like it never really happened.” That’s how it goes sometimes. “Sounds like some of mine, when I have them too fast.”

Afterwards I give her the back rub I’ve been wanting to give her for a few days. Usually I’d do it before, but afterwards is some nice variety. I love rubbing her back. And her butt. And anything else. Love the surface anatomy. And the underlying musculature. “Thanks for letting me do this. Not just anyone would let me do this.” “I don’t know about that.” “Then not just anyone would enjoy it as much as you.” “I don’t know about that, either.” “Then not just anyone would let me sit on them naked.”

The next day I have to ask. “So how did I look in the window? Good, or stupid?” She’s choosing words. Or more likely, those aren’t even the terms she was thinking in. “Sorry. That’s a guy question.” “It’s a human question. You looked good. But mostly I was watching your mm-mm-mm motion.” She thrusts her hips. “There are several motions. I can demonstrate.” She watches. “Not now. At some more appropriate time.” Maybe tonight. A plan forms. We re-wax her landing strip. Then we fuck.

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.

We did WHAT with bacon?!

We have a date set up for tonight. River is on notice that she has to come up with the plan. I’m thinking it’s been a long time since we’ve used blindfolds and the straps under the bed. But I don’t want to influence her. “If you don’t come up with a plan, I’ll do it to you anyway.” Just so she doesn’t stress out. “I was counting on that.”

But my mood rapidly deteriorates for no good reason. I’m really down. And tired. I go to bed hours early and have a light sleep while River studies. When she comes into the room I’m awake, but silent and motionless on the bed. And bummed. And distressed. About everything, it seems. I hear her stand there and wonder what to do. She knows she’s always welcome to wake me up. I want her to come and snuggle on me. But my mood is so bleak that I’m not sure what I’d do if she tried to start something.

River gets in bed. Stays on her side. I can’t think of what to do. I can’t think of what to say. One of us has to do something. Anything. She gets up and goes downstairs. That’s something. At least I don’t have to say anything now. But I still don’t know what to do.

Yes. I do. And I know what to say.

I find her downstairs in the library. And I ask. “Are you ok?” We have a long talk. About everything that’s getting me down. She gets me through it. It’s bad, but not so bad. We’re partners. We get through things with each other’s help. She comes over and sits on the futon with me. I think I’ll pull through. I thank her.

“Are you thinking dirty thoughts?” I smile. How did she know? “Well, yes.” “We can go upstairs.” “I was thinking of here on the futon.” She thinks. “I can sit like this.” She turns to the back of the futon, looking out the front window, across the porch to the street. “And you can do something from behind.” She lifts her robe, unveiling her smooth naked ass. And the pussy I’m always wanting to get my tongue on. She looks stark but appealing in the porch light coming through the window. “What would you like for a warm up?” “I don’t think I need one.” “But what would you like?” We’ve been here before. River wanting it straight away. Me wanting warm up. “This is my warm up.” I rub her back, feel the solid curve of her ass, the fuzz of her labia between her thighs. Pull my cock through the fly of my boxers and stroke it. Feel her pussy. Slip a finger inside. “That’s quite wet.” “I told you I didn’t need a warm up.”

I’m not getting as hard as I should. Probably not hard enough to start. I try anyway. Too soft. “I can be more welcoming.” River reaches down for my cock, spreads her legs in an interesting configuration, tries to get it in, but still nothing. We’ll have to do the stick-in face to face. She sits on the futon, her feet on the seat, offering herself to me, her robe spread open like an extra set of lips around the flaps and folds of her pussy. I squeeze on in front of her. My fingers in her brown hair. It's gone better, but we get it started. And we fuck. With River compressed against the back of the futon. And me trying not to fall off. “Your boxers are wet.” I feel them. They’re quite damp in front of my balls. Her doing. I like it. But it’s a little strange. “We don’t usually even make a wet spot.”

When my cock is nice and hard she turns over and I slide it in from behind. It goes in easily. Nice and hard into nice and wet. We run through a couple positions. Me standing, me on the futon with her, her butt high, her butt low, grabbing her, grabbing the back of the futon. Seeing what works best. They all work pretty well. We end up in hello kitty. A favorite lately. There’s not much room on the futon for both of us, so I’m tucked in tight behind her, sitting on her feet, her heel rubbing my butthole through my boxers while I rock on it.

We’re fairly well lit by the porch light. Both of us looking out the window just a few feet in front of us. Someone walking by on the street wouldn’t be able to see much but our faces. But it would be pretty obvious what we're doing. Having a nice fuck. If they even looked in. “I’m waiting for somebody to walk by.” So I don’t want to come yet. But it’s late, and it’s raining out. I should just come. Stand up again, grab River’s waist, and bang. “That’s nice.” “Straight up the middle.” I have a loud, moaning orgasm, trying to stand, leaning on River for support.

It was a good talk. It was a good fuck. I feel better. I hope it lasts.

River's turn

River was talking about the laundry room. Or was she? She’s called it the least sexy room in the house. So what if it is, I think. But she has completely different ways of thinking. More than one. I can never be quite sure which way she might be thinking. I’m not even sure what all her ways are. No matter how well I know her, no matter how much history we have together, she can surprise me. When she talks about the laundry room, I’m surprised. There’s something we need to do together in it, she says. We’re about due for something interesting, she says. And she may still be wanting to make it up to me for the night at the train station.

But that’s not what she was talking about at all. She’s talking about orgasming tonight. That's how different we can think.

She seems stressed out. Not very orgasmic. What relaxes her? A warm bath. Being slathered with body butter. Both. She wants the butter. I never turn down a chance to touch every curve of her body. From her toes, up her legs, her butt, her back. She turns over and runs her fingers across her stomach and I butter it to enhance the experience. Slather her arms to a supple silkiness. Her breasts saved for last. Her nipples firm up nicely as my fingers slip over them.

“You can start.” She doesn’t have to wait for me. It’s her turn. Her fingers start right in on her clit. My fingers stay on her boobs. I love their compactness. Just enough to turn me on. Hard. “You can do that to my boobs as long as you want.” “Thanks for letting me know.” Her chest is my playground. I’m tickling, smashing, squeezing, apart, together, both hands, one hand, pulling her nipples, pressing them, top down, bottom up, outwards, inwards, around, while she closes her eyes and thinks of whatever she thinks of while she masturbates. Thinking of how it feels, she’s told me. But I’m focused on her tits, with only the occasional soft wet smack of her pussy to remind me of what she’s doing. “I can take over if you get tired.” She’s been at it a while. But she seems relaxed. Eyes closed. That’s good.

“Here it is.” Her body shakes. Her fingers alternately play on her clit and rest on it. I want to fuck her in her orgasm. Of course. But we’ll get to that. “That was a strange one. Like it wasn’t all there.” That’s not so good. Maybe she was too stressed after all.

“What now?” “Hello kitty.” “That should be interesting.” For both of us. She sits up, reaching down for her button. I sit behind her and stroke my cock, my thumb sliding upwards along the top, trying to coax it into standing up. My hand slides under her and the spread of her pussy feels nice from behind. Her cunt feels cool and wet when I slip a finger in. And tight. “I want to get my cock in there.” It’s not fully hard but I press it in. And we fuck. Almost. If it didn’t keep slipping out. “Is it a problem with the angle?” “It’s a problem with hardness.” I slip my cock into her once again. This time we’re less aggressive. “I can’t even tell. It feels nice and big to me.” “Your orgasm has engorged you.” It’s more noticeable from behind. The sides of her pussy are firmer. Closer together. Tighter. My cock appreciates it and stiffens quickly. And now, we fuck.

“I wish you could see yourself like this.” I describe her shape for her as I trace it, widening across her shoulders, tapering in to her waist, spilling out into her smooth ass nestled between my spread legs, her nice piece of girl, my hard cock bridging the gap between us. “Can you get another one?” “I already have.” I wish she’d tell me. “But like the first. Not all there somehow.”

So it’s my turn. We fuck, my cock reveling in the tightness of her post-orgasm pussy. “Not so deep today.” A bit tender in there. But it’s just as nice going halfway in, and I have to ask her to stop moving so I can hold off while my cock twitches at the edge of my own orgasm. “You’re nice and tight tonight.” On a sudden whim I lie down on my side while she stays in hello kitty. “That’s different.” It’s strange seeing her from the side while she fucks me in this position. Somewhat voyeuristic. “I can see your tits from here.” Her nipples spouting exuberantly from her breasts, at slightly different angles. Then she rolls in front of me and we’re spooning together until I sit back up and we’re in t-bone. “Mix and match.”

But tonight needs nothing less than a sweet and raunchy face to face finish. River rolls onto her back, flips a leg over me, and I push between them, hard, forgetting about not going deep, harder, my cock plunging all the way into her warmth, her wet, her squeeze, her raunchy, until it’s my turn to come. “I’ll finish.” It’s too good not to. “I can feel it coming already.” One of those rare orgasms, my jizz flowing before I come, tickling up my urethra, streaming from my slit, I want to hold the feeling but I can’t and my orgasm grabs me, hurls me against her, breaks me on her, and I'm moaning, panting, pulling my shattered pieces slowly back together. And remembering.

A stimulating little fuck

We didn’t leave too many horrible loose ends dangling last night. This morning we’ve got some sweet emotions going between us. I ask River whether she’ll read what I wrote about yesterday. She will. She does. She thanks me. And it shakes loose some issues from her side. Some of them I knew about. Some of them I didn’t. We’ll talk more later. But for now we want to connect like we didn’t have a chance to yesterday. We could go out to breakfast. Or River offers something I might want to do instead. The choice isn’t that hard. Breakfast. “Good choice. Take care of the emotional side first.” And the rest will follow.

We go to our favorite breakfast spot and have a nice long breakfast together. I’m a slow eater. Especially when I’m talking. We talk about art. And stuff.

Somewhere between breakfast and home we realize we’re going to do it. But we’ve only got a half hour. “In the car?” That’s a surprise. “I would have done it where we parked at the restaurant.” But neither of us really wants to do it where we've parked on our street.

The bedroom. “I’m going to leave my shirt on.” “And your socks.” “Of course.” “What should I wear?” She drops my pants and boxers. “That’s fine.” “Do you have one in you?” “Probably not in 30 minutes. But probably in the next few days.”

I have a hard time getting it up. It just won’t go. I can’t do it. River can’t do it. River blames it on my full stomach. Even when she’s there in front of me, partly dressed, ready to go in hello kitty, I’m not getting hard enough for the stick-in. “How are we ever going to do it on a bus when we can’t even do it in our own bed?” Finally we resort to the limp dick fuck, propping it up, pushing, trying to keep it from buckling, and suddenly we both feel it pop into her and we know everything’s going to be ok. My cock quickly stiffens in the sweet friction of her pussy. And we fuck.

I hold myself off her so she can watch the action, my trimmed cock driving into her immaculately coiffed pussy, my balls pulled in tight. I’m pulling all the way out, my cock hovering in thin air, then plunging deep into her. Then I just hammer away, fast hard, steady, banging, slapping, liking the involuntary sounds she’s making. I pause and smile. “You like this, don’t you?”

When it’s time to come it just feels right. I haven’t been holding off. I haven’t been trying to make it happen. It just comes at the right time. She feels it, grabs my ass, and pulls me in deep. “I didn’t know you could reach that far.”

“That was a nice quickie. A stimulating little fuck. It was hitting everything just right.” “You always seem to like it hard and fast. It never disappoints.” “I like slow, too.” “We should have a sweet fuck sometime.” “That was a sweet fuck.” “I thought it was kind of physical.” “Your head was in the physical space, mine was in the sweet space, and that’s just fine.”

And we're stronger.

Panties partway down

Bad timing. I have my worst erectile dysfunction in a long time on the first day that River is genuinely horny in a month or two. It goes something like this.

River pushes her crotch against me in bed and reminds me she has to get up early. So one of us should make a move. I pull out one I haven't used for a while. "Would you like to fuck?" "Yes." That was easy.

River's period is imminent so she's left her panties on. That always seems kind of forbidding. She knows that on the rare occasions when she wears panties to bed I like it better if she wears a tank-top, too, but she's topless. "You can whip them off. Or maybe partway down." I like it when we just push the crotch aside and have at it, but let's see what we can do with partway down. I'm thinking that will mean doing her from behind, but River quickly points out we can do face to face in jackknife, with her legs on my shoulders. She likes the novelty. "Or we could do this one." I kneel in front of her, hold her legs up in front of me, and pull her panties to mid-thigh, exposing her snatch between her closed legs. It's hard to believe that it's easy and comfortable for her to hold her legs up like that. Must be a girl thing.

I try to get hard for a nice stick-in in this position. But it's not working so well, even when I put my thumb in her pussy for inspiration. River reaches around her legs, grabs my cock, and jacks me off. She does it better than I do, but I still don't get very hard, even when she rubs my cock in her slit while I feel her boobs.

"I'm ready. Or as ready as I'll ever be tonight." Still only halfway hard, but we've started with it softer. "I've been ready since two in the afternoon." "How do you know?" "Thinking horny thoughts." Poor girl, thinking horny thoughts all that time and not getting any. I know what that's like.

It goes in easily. She wasn't kidding about being ready. She's sopping wet. My cock should be stiffening up now that the fuck's started, but she's so wet I can't hit the usual friction to get it there and give her the fuck she deserves. River doesn't seem to mind. She's making some nice sounds as we keep up a long, steady rhythm at her favorite speed, my hands on her waist to pull her against me. Her sounds are too nice. She's enjoying it too much. It's making my orgasm want to happen. I wonder how long she wants to go. "We have time, but something short of a marathon." I back off and have a partial orgasm, my cock twitching, some jizz flowing into her.

I lean forward onto her for jackknife and we keep going. I'm not hard enough to get this position's usual full-length thrusts. I gaze at her face between her legs and smile. "Sometimes when we're doing this we fold your legs up far enough to kiss." She pulls her legs closer to her chest and we kiss while we fuck. When I pull back she lifts her head up for more, and the feeling of our wet kiss and our wet fuck is making me want to come again but I'm still not ready so again I slow down and let more jizz spill into her without really coming.

We fuck, her panties on her thighs, switching between jackknife and magnetism, holding her feet up, the scent of her pussy making me want to put my face in all the wetness of our combined juices and eat it. That might be the best I can do if I'm not able to finish tonight. Maybe I'd get harder in t-bone, it would be easy to switch, but we're both liking face to face tonight and I'm still hard enough to fuck, but just barely.

We're back in jackknife and right when I'm about to come my cock comes out. But I'm not coming just yet, and I manage to reach down and get it back in, I think. My cock is so soft, her pussy is so wet from her juices and my own contributions, and the sensations from my almost-coming cock are so mixed up that it's hard to tell. I start coming before I know it and it's not until the third or fourth spurt that I manage to get things sorted and give a nice thrust in time with the spurt to finally get the satisfied feeling of a nice come.

"I wasn't sure if you were going to come in or out." "Yeah, that was kind of confusing. And I wish I'd gotten nice and hard for your horny time." "I'm not complaining." "How'd that panty thing work for you?" "It didn't really do anything either way." "Same here."

Slow fuck in the orgasm

"I'd do it with you tonight." My old line. "I'd do it with you, too." "I have something to look forward to." "Doing it?" "I'm looking forward to you looking forward to doing it."

But River notices that I'm not very horny at bedtime. That's rare. Fortunately she gets me to come around. "If I had a thing, I'd rub your back and stick it in." "You can start on top then." She oils my chest and stomach. Slicks up my balls. Slides her hand up and down my shaft. Rubs her body on mine. I put my hands on her breasts and feel her slippery nipples. I feel her soft pussy lips on my cock. There's a hot naked babe with small tits and a bush hovering over me, her face glowing in the light from the clock, the pyramids of her small breasts pushing towards me, ready to drop onto my hard cock and fuck me. But I'm not getting very hard. "Be patient." "I feel some response."

She gets me hard enough to start and slides down on my cock. I like seeing her above me, and visualizing where my cock has gone inside her. She does the single-point position that she knows is my favorite, working up and down on my cock, only our parts touching. "This always brings the phrase fucking me with your cunt to mind." "My cunt, and not much else."

I'm still not fully hard yet. I've asked for 135 and reverse cowgirl tonight, but I'd probably do better on top. I don't have to ask River twice. She loves it on the bottom and rolls us over. I need something deep and frictiony, so I scoop her legs into jackknife and pump into her until I can feel her cervix squeezing out of the way on each thrust. She can feel it, too. I'm getting harder. Sit up and pull her legs against me, then grab her waist and bang harder. Now she's warming up. I keep going as long as I can, but I'm starting to soften.

"I think I've got one in me," she says, "but maybe you should go first." I convince her to go first. I pull out and rub her clit with my thumb, then she takes over while I try to get my cock hard to fuck her when she comes. She's got her head back, one hand on her chest, the other rubbing circles on her clit, one finger on each side of her button. I'd rather be licking it, but I put two fingers on her pussy entrance for inspiration as I jack off. I can tell I won't have any problem coming, but I'm still not very hard. "Take your time," I tell her.

I can hear the kids out in the hall, going to the bathroom. If they come down the hall they'll get an eyeful. River masturbates herself obliviously while they go back to their room. I slide a finger into her slippery pussy and do some slow circles on her g-spot. "It won't be long." I hope I'm hard enough.

"Here it is." I put my cock in place like I've done so many times before. It's hard enough to push into her while she comes. I fuck her while she orgasms under me, a slow fuck, pushing in as deep as I can. She's having a long one. And a good one by the sounds she's making. Her moans are triggering my orgasm, and she knows we're both coming when I moan and push into her and do a deep fuck, just moving in and out about an inch, her pussy feeling wet as I empty my load into her. "If you ever want me to come, just fake an orgasm." "I don't think I could. I'm not really sure what I do during my paroxysms of pleasure." "It's never the same twice." "If I repeat myself, you'll know I'm faking."

"That was an experimental slow fuck in the orgasm." Usually I fuck her like there's no tomorrow when she's coming. "It was nice. I like all fucks in the orgasm."

She goes for another one as I stick my fingers back into her for her g-spot. "That's such a nice feeling," she says. And I like the sticky wet feeling of her cunt after I've come in it. "You might have a high-water mark. My period isn't through yet." Badge of honor.

Worn out, no muff dive, just fucking

After a few false starts over the weekend we finally get a chance Sunday night. With an early start. We're both physically tired which unravels my plan for tonight. All that's left is me doing her back, sticking it in, and both of us falling asleep. River is fine with that.

But we offer each other back rubs. River gives me mine first. I could almost go to sleep when she finishes and pretends to bang me from behind. I wish I would get hard like I used to and I could just roll over and she could get on and do me. But I've had a muff dive on my mind for a while and suggest fucking as foreplay to get River warmed up for it. She keeps her shirt on. She hasn't worn a bra all day. We have some warm intimate kisses, then I circle my fingers in her pussy and get myself hard and we start fucking while we chat about this and that. I go slow, savoring the sensations of pulling all the way out to her lips then sinking my cock back into her pussy. Our parts have a magnetic sheen as I slide in and out.

And we talk about muff dive positions. It's comfortable and works pretty well with me off the bed and her at the edge with her legs over my shoulders or her feet on my shoulders or legs. Maybe she can sit on my face this time. That's never worked out so well but we can't remember why. Maybe 69 position with her on top but without the 69 because it's too distracting. It's like when I try to rub River's back and fuck her at the same time and I end up not doing either one well. There are a couple ways that I'd like to do it with her standing. We haven't tried them except for some brief samples. Maybe the cunnilingus chair. So many possibilities. But first we've got fucking for foreplay.

We speed up. We get a good rhythm going in River speed. She puts her hands on the wall to push back against me. She calls it a nice bang, and I hit it even harder, giving her that nice slap that she likes. Just when we're getting to the good part I have to stop to hold off. My cock jumps inside her and I feel a spurt of jizz leak into her pussy. It's been five days and I'm a bit on edge. If either one of us moves right now I'm going to come.

When it's safe we start up again. I'm thinking of doing some doggy tonight but I'm really liking the face to face and kissing while we fuck. This is just the foreplay for the muff dive. Am I actually going to be able to stop and do it?

We pause for lube. In the time it takes to grab the lube and oil our parts I've started to go soft. Maybe this will be like the time in the basement when I lost it and ate her pussy until we could fuck again. River spreads wide and I squeeze my semi-erect cock back into her. With the fresh lube it's not as stimulating as it was but it sounds like it's working for her and we hit some nice friction and it stiffens up. I push her legs up into jackknife. River puts her hands on my body. I like how that feels, like she's putting me where she wants me. We fuck until I have to hold off again.

When we start back up I hug River's legs together in front of me and watch my cock disappear into the opening between them. I hold her ankles high for magnetism, she puts her hands on the wall, I bounce her ass on the bed to the rhythm of our fuck, we're both liking it, and it feels so good and warm I know this will be the finish. Forget the muff dive. River is off the hook for tonight. I push her legs into jackknife and fold her in half as I explode into her, pumping my jizz into her pussy while I keep fucking her in time with my contractions, milking my cock inside her and squeezing for every drop. "I like it when you do that."

We relax. After a few minutes River squeezes my limp cock out and we laugh. She digs my come out of her cunt with a washcloth, which she leaves between her legs when she rolls over for her back rub. It's funny seeing it sticking up in front of her pussy, shielding it from my satisfied but curious cock while I do her back. I wish I could do our usual post-massage stick-in and fuck her again tonight, but I won't get hard again until morning.

Bath-time play

I fill the tub for River's hot bath. She gets in, and after a few minutes I come sit with her. It's a nice time to chat and admire the scenery. The line between her closed legs is topped by her crisp triangle of bush. Her nipples accent her compact tits. A mane of hair flows around her beautiful face. She spreads her knees and I'm enticed by the waterfall of fuzz cascading over her mons. I give in to my desire. Undo my fly, pull my cock out, stroke it. River glances up and smiles. We keep chatting as I work to get my cock hard. It's been over a year since I jacked off to orgasm, but this seems like a good time. River rolls over in the tub and waggles her well-shaped ass slowly from side to side, chatting casually. The access with my cock poking through my fly is less than ideal, and I'm not getting more than semi-erect. Still, I appreciate the opportunity, and River's encouragement.

River gets out of the tub to dry off. She knows she's on display, and takes advantage of it, bending over to give me a nice view of her pussy framed by her well-toned legs. She finishes drying and steps over to help, fingering my cock expertly, getting me harder. How can she be better at jacking me off than I am? I stand and she kneels in front of me while stroking my cock. It's been a while since she's given me a blow job. I'd ask for one, but I don't think the spit I was lubricating with would make for a pleasant experience. Maybe we could just fuck in the bathroom, her naked, me fully dressed.

We move to the bedroom so she can air dry. I drop my pants part way and we get on the bed. She jacks me with silicone lube while I slide my hands along her legs. But I've lost ground, and I'm not getting hard again, even though I was plenty perky when we had a friendly hug this morning. I want to push her back and bury my face in her muff and return her favor, even though I prefer it unbathed.

But we're interrupted by our young daughter, and have to put our toys away until later.

Starting the new year right

I've been thinking about what River was saying about starting the year the way you want the year to go. One thing I'd like is to do it in the shower more often. So tomorrow, new year's day, I'll initiate in the shower. Even though we haven't had much success there recently. Then I think that I'd also like to seize the moment more, and not rely on delayed gratification which seems to fall flat more often than not. So why wait until tomorrow to start the year off right, when I can start if off right today?

"I'm thinking of doing something intimate and ridiculous in the shower with you." "I'm not saying no. It will have to be a quickie." "It's not like I want to use up all the hot water." I explain that this is my way of starting off the new year right, if you think about it hard enough. She shampoos her hair, I wash her with soap and wash cloth, then start tugging my dick hoping I'll get hard. I get a little harder, but not much, while she's washing me. I am leaking though. We have some nice kisses and River takes over for a while. Rubbing my wet thing in the shower without lube isn't the easiest, but somehow she does a really nice job. She feels my cock leaking. "That's because you're here. That doesn't happen when I'm by myself." "Cool." When I take over again, it's noticeably harder. Not good enough for a shower stick-in, though. "I'm not sure this is going to work. But at least we tried." We're about to give up, but River bends over and I put the head at her pussy entrance and push and watch as it buckles a bit and then pops through her opening. Amazing.

It was more work than I'd hope to get here, but it feels nice, and my cock stiffens up as I hit some good friction. I was worried that River wouldn't be juicy enough, and the water streaming down her back isn't helping. But she's easily wet enough for a quickie. Maybe the stuff leaking out of my cock is helping today. "I'm not sure I'll be able to finish." "That's ok." After some long smooth strokes I pick things up, banging her at a faster pace. Her moans tell me that's how she likes it. This is a ridiculous thing we're doing, River bending over under the hot water with her hands on the far edge of the tub, me standing behind her with my hardon poking up her pussy, grabbing onto her, admiring her shape, and pumping it in and out.

Suddenly the feeling lights up. "I'm going to finish." I make each stroke count and let the feeling grow until I push in deep and shoot my load into her. After a bit I pull out, and she queefs. We didn't even feel that in there.

She rinses, I wash her hoo with soap as usual, along the sides, two fingers in the grooves between her inner and outer lips, the nubbin of her clit, down the center to her pussy, swirling with both hands, and she rinses again.

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.

At my parents' house

We're spending a few nights at my parents' house. They're away. We take their bedroom. "Do it in my parents' bed?" "Or in their tub. Or both." River gets a bath going. The tub is big, but it's really only built for one. Which seems silly. Who could resist their hot naked sweetie, relaxing in the tub? I can't. She's irresistible as ever. I get in with River, facing her, her legs spread over mine, my cock floating upwards in the hot water. Her bush and pussy draw my attention, on display under water. "Your balls are floating." I must have her attention, too. She reaches down and feels them, identifying the anatomical features inside my nut sack. I just like having my balls fondled. Being her specimen. "A fine specimen." "You have a fine specimen, too." "The winged wonder." I hope she's not being derogatory. She knows I love her pussy, how it looks, how it feels, how I told her the first time she showed it to me long ago. I like how her lips float in the water, gently parted, allowing easy access as I rub my thumb between them, pulling them, tracing them up and down.

"Want to see how long I can hold my breath?" But I'm not really ready for that. Yet. It's been a long day and we both want to relax in the tub for a while, enjoying each other's company. River is nice to be naked with. Her bush looking girly. The nipples on her small tits peeking out above the water line. Her cute face smiling at me.

I touch my cock under water. Partly for me. Partly for her. Before the vasectomy and the consequent ED I could quickly get hard and masturbate to orgasm in the shower or under water. Especially with my naked sweetie in the room. Now I'm not sure anything will happen. Water is sort of the opposite of slippery. But I feel some stirring as my cock stiffens a bit, and River notices. I do have her attention.

I can't keep myself away. River's pussy lips gape irresistibly. I sit up, then bring my face down to her pussy. Take a deep breath. Put my face in the water. Put my tongue in her groove. Move up and tease her clit. I'm almost worried I'll get so absorbed I'll forget where I am and try to breathe without coming up for air. A few bubbles leak out of my mouth while I'm licking her, then a few more, and River starts laughing. I don't even get the idea to blow bubbles on her clit before I come up for air. Something for next time. "Your tongue felt strangely cool in the hot water. Should we go somewhere more comfortable?" "We should dry off first. Even though I'll probably lose my advantage." Meaning my half-erect cock. We've done it on the bed right out of the shower while we're still dripping wet, but a damp bed doesn't make for good sleeping afterwards.

We dry off. River drains some bath water from her hoo. "I'm really relaxed. Any plans?" I've been thinking about how I'd like to fuck River on my parents' bed. Doggy. And jackknife. "Doggy." "Doggy is good. Do you want to do the stick-in that way?" I like that. "Good idea." River gets on her hands and knees with her legs together. I use some silicone lube and stroke my cock while I finger her pussy from behind. I don't want to stick a finger in tonight. I want my cock to be the first thing she feels in her pussy. And I want a nice hard one for a decisive stick-in. "This might take a while." "That's ok." I sit on her feet and she tickles my balls with her toes. "Am I distracting you?" "No, it's nice." Quite an enhancement. When I'm nicely hard I kneel behind her, open her pussy, put the head in, and push. The lube lets it go all the way in with one long push until I feel her ass against my skin. It's exciting, but we both like it when it takes a couple of strokes to get her juices spread around before it goes all the way in with a nice satisfying thrust and I hold it in for a few seconds before the next one. Variety is good, though, and it feels nice gliding in and out of her lubed pussy.

We fuck in our usual doggy position with River's legs together. It's been a while since we did it with her legs spread. "Want to spread your legs?" She spreads. "Are you comfortable?" "Yeah. This is raunchier. Different friction. Maybe deeper." And it's our queefiest fuck ever. After every thrust I pull out to her lips and she queefs. Quiet whispery ones. Loud flappy ones. "You'd think I was doing this on purpose." But I'm not. I'm just fucking her pussy however it feels best. At least we think it's a funny thing we do. A good laugh together.

She puts her head down on the bed. "Mmm, I like that. You leave your pussy up there at just the right height." I grab her ass and bang her, then slow down, pulling her ass against me. "I go my speed." "Works for me." It definitely works for me, feeling my cock slide into her, slide back out, back into her lubed pussy, liking it far too much, seeing her head with her cute short hair down on the bed, her perfect ass up in the air for me, my hands on her ass cheeks pushing her away, her banging back against me, my fingers reaching for her lips, spreading them while we fuck, until I need a break to hold off.

"We should do something else." "We don't have to." But I want to. Jackknife. More lube for River. "I have to be careful. Sometimes the wings get pushed in and they chafe." That's when she'll reach down and pull her lips out of her pussy while we're fucking. I roll River over for face to face. Straighten my legs, cross them for maximum penetration, her legs wrapped around me. A sweet fuck. But somehow I'm losing it. I pull out and sit up, hoping I can stiffen again. Maybe she can get herself off. "Do you have one in you?" "I don't think so. But sometimes when I think I do, I don't. Maybe sometimes when I think I don't, I do." I think about how I've had my best days when I don't think I've got anything. I hope she has a good day.

We masturbate together, me pulling my thumb along the top of my cock, her circling her clitoris with her fingers. Maybe she's just doing it for me, because she knows I like to watch. Watching her fingers push against her clit. Watching her lips get moshed around as she does her circles. Watching her wet pussy opening. I do like to watch. I feel myself stiffening in response. We both want to fuck some more. It's not as hard as I'd like when it goes back in but we're fucking again, in and out of her soft pussy, and it stiffens up nicely. I scoop her legs onto my shoulders for jackknife. See my cock plunging nicely through her bush into her pussy. "I'm going to finish." Almost before I know what's happening I feel myself coming, a strange one, almost like I'm not ready to come yet, but there it is, feeling the squirts go into her. River senses it. "A strange one?" "Yes, but I can't really explain." Maybe it reminds me of masturbating and trying to come without letting my cock get very hard. Just to see if I could. No matter. My cock is hard, and it was a nice fuck in my parents' bed.

Champagne, candles, music, lube, finger vibe, and fucking for homework

We go all out. Champagne. Candles. Divbyzero. I unbutton River's shirt dress from behind. I'm hoping she won't have anything on under it. But she does. Around front to unhook her bra. I do it easily this time. Her small boobs don't really need one. Pull her panties down to reveal her bush and let her step out of them.

She has some surprises for me. The first is the shirt dress, which she was wearing with a scarf, fancy legs, and boots. Looking hot with her short haircut. And she's found my favorite long-lost sweater dress, the one that makes me want to hold her and slow dance with her. "Do you see anything else?" I spot a small pump bottle on her bedside table. Silicone lube. The first thing I think of is anal. That would explain the champagne. And next to it is a small black pouch. I open it and feel inside. It's a finger vibe. "Great minds think alike." Just an hour ago I told her how I'd gone past my favorite toy store and thought of stopping in for one. Again we read each other's minds. And she's tried her surprises already. I approve.

I lift my arms so she can take my shirt off and drop my pants and boxers. "Socks too?" "Off. Leaving them on is just for quickies." I have the feeling we're in for more of a marathon tonight. River's requested the early start this time. And the champagne.

We sit facing each other on the bed and kiss. She doesn't really have a plan. But she does want an orgasm. At least one. She talks about edible panties and wedges. And anal. I think her trip to the toy store has inspired her. And they're covering sexuality in one of her classes. "Is this part of your homework? Everybody goes home and fucks? I'll give you an A." "What will you grade me on?" "Participation. Originality. Enthusiasm." "And creativity."

"Let's start things off with a bang. Fucking as foreplay." "Sounds good." She lays back and strokes my cock, rubbing it on her pussy, which we've pre-lubed a bit. Getting it hard. I've offered to take some medication tonight but she turned it down. It's like she wants to do the whole thing on pure River power. Which is what we usually do. I put my hands on her boobs, tracing over them, feeling her nipples. I smile. "I'm going to fuck you. Fuck my hot fertility goddess." "Fuck me."

My cock goes in and we fuck. Right away it's fast and hard, River responding, fucking back, me pressing my weight on her, both of us gasping. "You're in good form tonight." She's getting it like she likes. I angle to create the best view of my cock going in and out of her. I sit up and she arches onto my cock. She really responds when we do minimagnetism, her legs together, me pulling her ass up off the bed with her legs. Sometimes I wish I could be a girl for a while and see what it's like. We do jackknife and I go as deep as I can. She gasps and maybe winces. "I'm not going to stop unless you say something." She doesn't say anything.

After some intense fucking for warmup it's time for her turn. She puts on the vibe. Half jackknife with her leg on my right shoulder. She seems comfortable no matter how I bend her. My right knee forward, left leg back. A position with room for her right hand to do her clit, but still enough clearance for me to go deep. As usual I'm wary of distracting her while she's doing herself but I can't help indulging myself, moving my cock in her pussy, fucking her, going deep, feeling her vibrating pussy when I pull out to her lips. "I don't want to come in your first orgasm." "Ok."

"I'm kind of losing it a little bit." "Let's just fuck some more then." We fuck in a more standard position, me doing the driving, until I'm perked up again. But I really want River to finish her orgasm, so I pull out and give her room. I push one finger in, then two, reaching up for her g-spot, doing circles on it, then just holding pressure on it while River circles her clit with the vibe. This one seems to be taking a while. I've got my fingers in her, maybe I'll feel something this time.

"Here it is." I really want to fuck her in it. But I'm pretty soft now. "I don't know if I've got anything." It takes a while but somehow we get it in and I fuck her in the orgasm, pushing in deep, circling my hips, hugging her. But I hope I didn't ruin it for her. "Did I miss it?" "No, I was right on the edge for a really long time, then it just exploded. It was a really long one." "I like it when that happens. But do girls like it?" "I did."

Back to fucking. But I keep losing it. I roll River onto her right side for variety. I'll get hard and stick it in from behind. I slide a couple fingers in. The silicone lube is still going strong. I like sliding my fingers in but I really want to slide my cock in. I give it a try and it goes. But it's still softer than it should be.

More variety. Grab River's legs and flip her all the way over onto her front. We spread her legs as wide as they go. Her pussy gapes wetly in the candlelight. "Raunchy. That's the only word for how you look. Raunchy." "I like raunchy." "And this is reminding me that I need to tie you up again." Raunchy and inviting. Her pussy stretched open under the globes of her perfect ass. And our favorite music to fuck to. I put my face down and whiff her scent and probe her wet snatch with my tongue. I push my thumb into her. "That's my new thing. Using my thumb. It just feels so friendly." It's a nice fit. "And there's a finger." I finger her butthole and get harder. Not pressing hard enough to penetrate, just enough to stimulate. Stimulate me, at least. "Your butthole turns me on." I've told her how cute it is, and she likes that. If I weren't having ED issues this would be a good night to try anal. But after the first bit I'm having enough problems getting hard enough to fuck her in her pussy. Maybe I got closer to the edge than was good for me. But I don't think so.

I take my finger out and plunge my hard-enough cock into her raunchy pussy and we fuck. "Mmm, that feels like a penis." A raunchy fuck for a raunchy position. Feeling her ass against my stomach. "Do you have another one?" "Let's see." I wonder what will happen. She doesn't usually go this long before doing her second one. She puts her hand under her and does herself some more while I try to keep my weight off her so she has room. But it's too strenuous. We shift so I can straddle her leg while she humpy-bumpies. Suddenly everything clicks. I've got a really nice angle. Really nice friction. Interesting terrain inside her pussy. An unusual position for her to be doing herself. Her ass pressing against me. My hot fertility goddess of a sweetie. Plowing her furrow. "Nice plow." It's my turn. "I'm going to come." "You should." A few more perfect strokes and I just let it happen. She grinds her ass back into me as I come in her, noisily. She really knows how to help. It makes my orgasms so amazing.

"You could hang a towel on it."

We wake up. River gets up to pee but changes her mind. We snuggle. Face to face. My hyperactive hands feeling her back, her butt. My morning boner presses against her. "I had a dream about walking around a college campus with you, and you'd persuaded me to let you put your penis in me." Is that why she got back in bed? "I wonder how I did that." "The mechanics were interesting." I'm wondering more about the persuasion. She rolls into spoons. I ask her to stick it in. "I have to pee. Just for a little while?" "Yes." I don't need to come. Start now finish later. She puts it in, I push, we have a short sweet delicious fuck, maybe 20 seconds, then I push in, hold it, pull out, and she gets up to pee. When I come in to shower with her I'm still fully hard, my moist cock pointing up at her. "I remember that. Gazing at it in wonder in our early years." "You did?" She asks me to get her a fresh washcloth from the laundry basket downstairs. "I don't want anybody to see me." I'm just teasing. I don't care who sees me. "You could hang a towel on it."

"I liked putting my penis in you. Your dream was inspiring." "It's good to make use of those morning boners. It reminds me of the good old days." "If you ever want to, feel free."

Non-routine

"It's too late." "Even for sex?" "Yeah." But she talks me into it. Good thing I'm such a pushover.

The balcony door is open. Probably the last day this year it will be warm enough for that. I stand at it. Naked. No sign of anybody in the neighborhood. Not that I would care. River walks up behind me and presses her body against mine. Warm, soft, and surprisingly naked. Moves her hands on my body. I move her hand down. "If you touch here, something will probably happen." She's reaching around from behind. "This is the 'my penis' position." Reminds me of when she lays on top of me on the bed, facing up, and I get to play with my pussy, rubbing my clitoris, slipping my hand up to my breasts and nipples. "But if it were mine I'd play with these." Her hand rubbing my balls. Fuzzy, the way she likes them. "You can do that." Something is happening down there.