Magic wand

“Are you grumpy?” “I got over it.” I had to listen to a whiny Brook for a while, then River came back from her girls’ thing with alcohol on her breath. Just wine, but by the time you’re exhaling that stuff it all comes out the same and it brings back things I don’t want to remember. But while River’s been off reading to Brook I’ve been thinking about how she deserves a sweet sweetie and not a sweetie who’s part of her stress problem. Thinking good things. Thinking of all the wonderful things she does, like making dinner tonight, making appointments for the kids, paying bills, being my sweetie.

She undresses, managing to take her shirt and bra off at the same time. I’ve got the magic wand ready for her experiment. But we haven’t seen each other all day and I need a bit of emotional warmup so we snuggle and talk for a while. “I’d like to warm you up first.” “What did you have in mind?” “Muff dive.” I’ve even shaved. “I thought you might.” “But you like hand jobs.” I stroke her silky fur as we talk. Move my fingers and rub lightly over her vulva. Beside her labia. Up to the front. Nestle her clitoris between my fingers. Try to emulate her deep circles. Not too fast at first. I wonder if I’m doing anything for her. We’ve got the magic wand out because her response has been off lately and she wants to see if she can still orgasm at all. She relaxes and closes her eyes. If I’m not warming her up, I’m at least warming myself up.

The magic wand buzzes to life. I sit on the bed next to her, watching her indirect technique. I fondle the inspiration on her chest. In less than a minute I’m hard and she’s laughing. “Did it work?” It couldn’t possibly have. Not that fast. She must be laughing at the absurdity of the whole thing. “Yes.”

She smiles and relaxes. I push my cock into her while her hand goes to her muff. “Let’s see if I can do it the old-fashioned way. The second one is usually easy.” I nudge my cock head barely in and out of her opening while she does the familiar circles on her clit. But she grabs the wand again. “Can you feel that?” “Not so much. I can feel it more when you’re doing it.” But my hard cock parked just inside her pussy feels nice. “I’m thinking a slow fuck in the orgasm.” “Ok.”

Again it doesn’t take long. “Here it is.” I start slow but I can’t control myself, speeding up and banging hard while she has her second. And I have my first. She uses her hand while we keep fucking. When she has her third I fuck her through it, jackknifing her, until I get too aggressive and fall out.

I’m glad she isn’t completely anorgasmic. But her magic wand orgasms never seem quite real to me.

We get under the covers. She’s got that look on her face. Yes, something is stirring under them. “River’s seal of approval.”

Sort of

We’re both in bed reading. This is never going to go anywhere. I put my book down. Open River’s new coconut tangerine body butter. I’ll just start with her feet while she’s still reading. But she puts her book down. “What are you going to butter?” “Anything you want.” She gets a full body buttering. Starting with her feet. Up the front. Up the back. Ending with her ass. “I'll have the softest ass in town.” Lucky me.

She knows what I’m doing when I take one hand off her. And put it on myself. Do I have anything tonight? Apparently yes. She turns around to look. I’m happy I’ve got something for her to see. “I forgot we both rolled ⚃.” She didn’t know what I was doing back here? It’s kind of funny to surprise her. “I got myself all warmed up.” “I want to sleep.” “You can do that.”

My thumb dips under her ass to her pussy and guides my cock in while we talk. Do we fuck? Depends on what you mean by fucking. “I could just pull back out and we could call it good.” “That would be weird.” But we’re all about weird. Weird is memorable. “It’s hard to stop.” I catch something about going to sleep in this position. I stir things around a bit. She reaches backwards and hugs me closer. Then we roll into spoons and say goodnight. My cock slips backwards inside her as it slowly softens.

Walk the walk, or, River totally does me on top

“I’m thinking of a plan. The trampoline.” Did she really say that? She must be ovulating. Not that it seems to make much difference to her. What kind of girl doesn’t get horny when she ovulates? Or maybe I’ve got her sister today. Just when I was thinking that outdoor sex season may be winding down this year. But the nice weather has been hanging on. I agree with her plan before she can change her mind. And I’m in a good mood all day.

One of the kids gets an impromptu sleepover guest. That’s usually a death sentence for any kind of action. But part of the deal is they go to sleep at a reasonable time. River is watching out for us. It looks like she doesn’t want her plan to come crashing down around us. Or maybe she’s just watching out for the kids. Probably both. She’s very efficient that way.

The kids decide to camp in the living room. Not ideal. They’re still awake and talking shortly after ten. Of course. “I don’t think we’ll be able to sneak past the kids.” What? Is she pulling the plug on her pleasantly surprising plan? On possibly the last chance we’ll have for naked outdoor sex this summer? Pulling the plug with no warning? After I’ve been looking forward to it all day? I thought she was watching out for our plan. But maybe it was just wishful thinking. Interpreting things the way I wanted to see them. But still if the plan is going to change why wait until the last minute to give me any kind of clue? This is bad. Very bad. I feel the backlash coming on. Even though I know it does more harm than good. That it does no good at all. I’m sure River can feel the impending backlash, too. How can I stop it? I can talk the talk. It’s time to walk the walk. But can I do it.

Yes. This time I've got a support crew. Anisa. And Natasha. Solidarity. I can’t let them down. I have to walk the walk. I can't not do it.

I try the obvious thing. Don’t change the plan. Find a way to make it work. “We don’t have to sneak.” But I can hear the backlash in my voice. “The kids won’t care what we’re doing.” Feel it in my thoughts. I go down and walk through the living room and hang out in the back yard for a while to demonstrate. The kids don’t even notice me. Back upstairs. “I thought you were bringing the cushion up for the balcony.” “That would be hard to explain. I was just showing that we don’t have to sneak.”

It’s not working. I can still feel it.

“Isn’t the aurora supposed to be out tonight?” What is she talking about? “Not from here. Not with a full moon.” Oh wait. Is she doing what I think she’s doing? “Is that an excuse to sneak through the living room?” “Yes.” “It won’t work. They’ll want to come look, too.”

Anisa and Natasha. Walk the walk.

There is silence between us. River breaks it. “I’m not sure what to do.” “Me either. At least I know what not to do. No backlash.” My hand wanders to her bush. My fingers find her clit. I circle it, a nice easy pace, sliding her hood across it. Her wetness smacks below. She drapes her leg over mine for better access. Her hand wanders down to join mine. “Are you taking over?” “I might have one in me.” I let her take over. I reach under her leg for my cock, stroke the top gently while I listen to her pussy, and her moans, and start to get hard.

Her pace is much faster. I count eight circles each time my hand goes down and up on my cock. Then ten. “Is it ok if I fuck you in your second?” We haven’t done come first fuck second for a while. “Yes.” She works hard. And long. I hope she doesn’t wear herself out. I’m just keeping myself hard. Waiting for the proper time. But she’s giving up. She’s now on the same med I am, which can’t help her already difficult response. At least she tried. “Do you have something for me?” “Yes.” A nice hard one.

I start on top. “At least you got a good warm-up.” “Yes, I did.” My cock enters her well-lubricated pussy easily. I get full penetration on the first thrust. And we fuck.

River reaches back for the wall. “I’m going to foil your plan.” I lean back and pull her up on top. She fucks me long and hard. Hugging close, sitting straight up, hands on my chest, my hands pushing against her tits. I’ve never seen her work so hard on top. She’s wild. Unstoppable. And sweet. She fucks me long enough and hard enough. I feel it. “Almost . . .” I come. My hips lift upward into her. I clench and drive into her body as I grab her shoulders and pull her down onto me while my jism pumps. That was incredible. I almost can’t believe she got me off with my impaired response. She’s going to be sore.

The next day we talk. I tell her how I was saved. Good thing. She was preparing an enormous counter-backlash. That’s all I want to hear about it.

We squeeze something in

“I’ll judge you by your cover.  You’ve got a nice cover.”  “You can touch my cover.”  I feel her smooth ass.  Right cheek.  Left cheek.  Down the slope to where it curves sharply into the back of her leg.  “I’ll wiggle my cover for you.”  I follow her from the shower to the bedroom.  Is she wiggling?  I hope not.  I don’t notice anything different.  Then it comes out of nowhere.  How does she do that?  Her curves go down her sides, in, out, and around, cradling her amazing ass as it tilts and swings back and forth and finally stops for a wiggle.  I pick my jaw up off the floor, only slightly damaged.  “How do you do that?”  “I’m girly.”  “I want to fuck you.”  “We can probably squeeze something in.”  “If I may be so direct.”  “So erect?”

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The day is going by.  “Do you have plan?”  “I was working on one.”  “Did it involve parking the car somewhere?”  “We have access to the hotel swimming pool.”  Now she’s talking.  But I give her an incredulous look.  Does she think we’ll be the only ones there?  Maybe she doesn't care.  “For the kids.”  “Oh.  Right.”

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She asks to be buttered.  I can never turn that down.  I request the futon, still opened into a bed in the library.  Right by the front window.  She agrees.  We’re so compatible.

I butter her.  All of her.  I always think I’m taking too long.  Getting her whole body to the smooth consistency that I like.  But she likes it as much as I do.  So it works out well for both of us.

I straddle her.  Her hand grasps my cock.  She knows what to do.  It responds quickly to her touch.  It’s often hard to tear myself away from one of her hand jobs and fuck her, but as good as this one is, I'm burning to feel my cock inside her tonight.  “Am I ready?”  “You’re ready.  I’m ready.  Get that bony thing in.”

We do.  And we have an awesome fuck.  Good thing we remembered to turn the porch light out.  Even though one of these days I swear I'm going to sell tickets.

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“I neglected to compliment you for being in fine form last night.”  “Thank you.  You were in fine form too.  I got a little sore.  But I didn’t mind.”

Changing plans

Parts of this story take place over several days. On the first day, River and I are on one of our usual walks, having our usual kiss in a sunny spot, having our usual pleasant reactions. “We should really find some place nearby for when this happens.” But a quick look around doesn't find anything.

The next day we’re in bed. Having a pre-sleep kissy session. “This is when you’re supposed to be getting a reaction.” It’s obvious when I get one, but not at all apparent when River does. She says it’s implied, but I’m not sure I buy it. She generally mentions her reactions in sunny spots and other places where we can't take advantage of them, but rarely says anything about getting one in bed. An idea hits me. “We can park the car on our walking route, and use it when we need to.” Not much response, but in a good way. Like she might actually go along with it.

Today we’ve again deferred our scheduled morning sex. We’d like to go for a walk today. We even arrange our schedule so we can. “So where are we going to park the car?” Not much response, but in a good way again. I don’t press it.

It’s a busy day, and somewhat hot. Our walk hasn’t happened yet. River proposes we wait until after dinner. Fine with me. Then a surprise. “It won’t be very comfortable in the hot car.” That’s a good point. “How about the balcony tonight?” Sure. Twist my arm. “Ok. And I’d like for you to be on top for a while.” “Ok.” She's never been on top on the balcony before. I look forward to our first time.

I'm almost asleep on the bed in my clothes with the light on when River finally comes in. She leaves to brush her teeth. When she comes back I’ve taken off everything but my shirt, lying on the bed with my butt in the breeze. Hoping it’s not getting too chilly outside. “I don’t see the cushion out there.” “Look again.” It’s in a new place tonight. In a new orientation. Variety. River peels down to her skin and once again I marvel at how smooth and girly and hot she is. I guess she’s not worried it’s too cold. I take my shirt off, too.

I offer to butter her. She accepts. We haven’t done this particular pre-fuck ritual for a while. Up one leg, across her ass, lingering in her crack and between her legs which she's spread for better access, down the other leg. Up her back to her shoulders, down her arm.

It's nearly time to turn her over when we hear footsteps in the hall. Usually just a late night bathroom break for one of the kids. But this time they’re coming down the hall. All the way to our room. With our door open as usual. Good thing we haven’t started yet. River gets up, naked, to investigate the problem. I can’t believe this is happening.

She comes back and we pick up where we left off. Butter up her stomach to her breasts, kneading them, probing the muscles underneath, nipples slipping under my palms and between my fingers. She starts in on my cock. It’s slow to respond. I sit beside her, fingering her pussy, light circles on her clit, while she gets my cock to harden. Nice and easy. Making every stroke count. “You’re perfect. You must have had one of these in a former life.”

I don’t want it to end. But we’ve got a job to do. “I’m going outside.” Into the dark. The air is a pleasant shade of cool. I’ve forgotten the towel. River goes to fetch one. I try to keep myself hard while she’s gone, but it’s not working. We slip the towel under my ass, she straddles me, strokes me. “We might have to trade places.” I find her nipples, tug on them, feel the nubs slipping slowly between my fingers, listen to her sighs. And get hard enough. Her pussy slides down my cock. And we fuck.

Seeing River above me, surrounded by twinkling stars while we fuck out on the balcony in the open air, is amazing. Even better than I thought it would be. We should do this more often. Bring the whole mattress out here. The street is quiet. The only thing moving besides us is a plane, miles above. I wave. “At least two.”

“You’re farther off the ground than usual. I’ve got to lift my butt higher.” “I notice that when I’m on top. I kind of like it.” She fucks me in single point. She fucks me hugged close. I fuck back. Then let her do all the work while she single points me again, her cunt caressing up and down my shaft for an impossibly long time, me wishing I could come like this tonight, with River above me.

But she’s done enough work. We trade places. I straddle the cushion, my balls liking the cool air while I penetrate her warm snug pussy. “You always feel bigger when you’re on top. Thicker.” “Do you like it?” “Yes.” I gather her legs between my arms and press them to her chest, their stubble raking my skin while my cock drives cleanly into her pussy. I bring my knees up onto the cushion with her and go deeper. Harder. I feel a finish. Faster. My knees lose their purchase, I move them back down to the deck, there’s still not enough grip and I twist and writhe for friction, hoping there’s enough, barely finding what I need. “I’m going to finish.” Just saying it gets me there. Another twist, another writhe, another thrust, and my load spurts into her, more, deeper, milking one final squeeze. And that’s all I remember.

I like her on top on the balcony. Next time, doggy and hello kitty. Maybe next summer.

The worst of days

Neither of us is expecting the dice to come up “1” when I roll it in the afternoon. But it does. River winces a bit. It’s been the worst of days. “You should roll first next time.” Even I feel like that’s not what we needed tonight.

I hope I'm wrong. I wait in bed. Maybe she’ll do the start I’ve been wanting. Waiting a long time. Finally she’s here. “Are you going to start?” “How might I do that?” If I want something, ask. Or show. “Like this.” I put her hand on my limp cock. And hope I’ve got something tonight.

“Weren’t we rolling for tomorrow night?” A temptation to say yes. But I give in to the other temptation. “No. Tonight.”

Her rhythm is perfect. Pulling from the base up to the head. Lingering a moment, her fingers on my glans. Sliding back down after just the right amount of anticipation. How does she do it. My body moves with her hand. My cock thickens. Lengthens. Hardens.

“What do you need?” “I’m ok.” “I’d like to repay you for doing all the work.” By starting on top. There she is. Her face. Her breasts. Her bush. Her body. And mine. She slips me into her. The head penetrates. Small movements. Soothing sounds. She pulls me towards her and I fall completely into the delicious depths of her body. And we fuck.

I hug her. My weight on her. My head next to hers. I need this. I need her. Her solidity. Her comfort. Her acceptance.

I sit up. Hands on her breasts. Nipples between my fingers. She arches onto me. Her dark fuzz spilling over her mons. Enveloping her labia. And my cock. My hands on her stomach. Her hips. Pulling us together as she pushes onto me.

A glimmer of finish. It will just happen. We fuck. Her bush, her girlness, arousing me. Fucking me. Closer. Her face. Her breasts. Her body. Her acceptance. My sweetie.

Five days after

It’s been a while since we’ve rolled the dice for our schedule. Five days. I’m not sure why. Part of it is me wanting River to say “time to roll”. It’s nice to be relieved of the pressure of being in charge of sex, but if I’m always the one who has to initiate the dice rolls then the pressure is back. And it’s even worse, because I expected the pressure to be gone. And part of it is, well, it just hasn’t seemed like the right time.

It’s not that I haven’t tried. River will be spooning me in the morning, and I’ll say “and now is when you reach around and do this” and she’ll say “or get up,” and then get up. Or I’ll suggest “the balcony tonight?” and she won’t answer.

So here we are tonight, in bed, reading, turning out the light, snuggling. “When are we going to roll? Or is something just going to happen.” “I think it’s just going to happen.” “When?” “Now?” “Why?” “Because I’m getting a hard on.” Snuggling with my naked sweetie and talking about sex is getting me hard. As it should. I slip it between her legs. “I feel that.” I should hope so. I feel it too. “I like having a hard on.” I sigh and enjoy the dry hump. And roll on top. For something sweet.

River rubs her clit with my stiffie. She can do that as long as she wants. And she does it a long time tonight. Around and around, up and down. We talk about something unrelated. I always enjoy the incongruity. She pushes the tip down. It lodges against her opening. I smile. And push. And push some more. We feel it together as my cock bursts through the improbable spot into the nice juicy friction of her pussy. And we fuck.

We go through at least a dozen variations of me on top. But always with River’s legs spread tonight. She spreads them in her wide vee. She drives me with her feet resting gently against my legs. Pulls me in with her feet on my ass. I’m steep, shallow, deep, slow, fast, legs spread, legs crossed, hands on the bed, hands on her shoulders. We do reader position with one leg on my shoulder. It’s been too long. My cock plunges through the muff between her split legs. Her lips find mine and we kiss as we fuck. Some breaks for lube, leaving my cock inside, pushing the hard shaft left and right against her walls, flecks of dried River juice peeling from the base as I spread oil on it and dive back in.

“I think I can finish tonight.” The spark of orgasm is faint but growing stronger. “Excellent.” We don’t stop, just fuck and fuck, letting the feeling grow, until I’m coming, slamming into her with each spasm, milking it for all it’s worth. And we’re still fucking and talking as I slowly go soft.

“That was a nice one.” “Very nice. And a nice length.”

A convert, or, problem solved

We’ve had a dinner date and a generally nice day. I put divbyzero on the squeezebox and zone out while I wait for River. She gets right on top. Aggressive. I love seeing her above me like that. “I’m not getting any response at all.” To playing with my part. “You’re not supposed to say that.” It must be bad. She’s always so patient and encouraging. I can feel that the valves have closed, but not enough. I reach down and all I can do is laugh at my limp noodle while she flops down next to me.

But I have a plan. Something to get us both going. “I can dive your muff.” “I was thinking of starting with my part.” Her hand drifts to her bush. Her fingers start the circles. She hasn’t said yes or no. But I’m happy to let her get started. Makes my job easier. “Well?” “You can dive.” The big cushion is still beside the bed. I kneel on it, and we get her pussy pulled around to face me. “I hope I’m not smelly. But you’ll probably like it.” She smells like girl. My girl. I do like it. Her scent is going right to my parts.

I’m face-to-face with her flaps and folds. The hood. The lips. The opening. My tongue dips into the dusty tang of her pussy. Then plunges. I work my way up to her clit, circling my tongue on it, feeling the hood slide over it. I hum, looking for the perfect pitch. It’s like a vibrator, she says. I take a few short breaks to dry her off with a shirt. “I’m wondering how long you can do that.” “Quite a while.” I lose track of time doing things I like.

River doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t have to. Her body tells me everything. Her pussy moves under my mouth as her hips gyrate. Her fingers are on her nipples. I must be doing something right. And my body reacts to hers. My breathing is heavier. And so is my cock.

“I can finish. It’s not far off.” “Ok.” I’m happy to let her take over. Happy to have gotten her as far as I have. I watch her labia follow her fingers. Slip a finger inside. Feel the familiar ridge at the back, the texture over her pubic bone in front. Two fingers in, pressing her g-spot, circling it, trying to spread them against the inwards force of her walls.

“I’m reacting.” “Good.” I position myself on the few remaining inches at the edge of the bed. Push my hard cock halfway in. Leave her some room. She said it wasn’t far off but she’s taking a while. I hope I haven’t been distracting. “Here it comes.” She takes her hand away and I plow into her. How long I can last with this med slowing me down? How long can she last? She goes crazy as I hammer her, pulling me up onto her, a complete frenzy of fucking, trying not to fall of the bed, how long can we go, holding onto her head, and incredibly after what seems like ages I feel an orgasm and I’m straining and fucking and my come is gushing into her, flooding her, we both feel it, it’s dripping down her crack onto her ass and another wave of orgasm hits her and I’m not sure how it ends but somehow it does.

“Problem solved.” It feels like it’s been a week since I’ve come but really it’s only been four days. And two fucks.

“Do you have another one?” “Maybe. It might be too late though.” It seems like it’s been a long time since her first one. Or one and a half. Orgasm with a bonus at the end. But her hand is back in action. I grin with satisfied envy. “Let me know when it happens.” It doesn’t take long. “Here it is.” But this one is obvious, with her pelvis flicking upwards, one, two, three, four, many. I wish I could feel it with her. But at least I can be with her. She gets her third, but she’s hit her diminishing returns for the night.

“You’re getting really good. You’re making me into a convert. And I don’t say that lightly.” What kind of girl doesn’t like cunnilingus. “I had a really good time. Thanks for helping.” I’m going to sleep with a giant grin that will float above the house and light up the neighborhood.

Fucked raw

It’s a sweet fuck. It’s a thrashing fuck. It’s everything a fuck should be. Except neither of us comes.

We turn in kind of late. I’m pretty sure we’re going to finish what we started this afternoon. Maybe. We face each other on our sides. Our starting position of old. “How can I facilitate your . . .” Ok. We are. She reaches for my cock. Draws her fingers over it from the base to the tip. Wraps them around the base and gives a firm squeeze. Left-handed. “You’re very talented.” “That’s what I tell everybody.” “At getting me hard.” She tries our side-by-side stick-in. I feel my cock against her fuzz and the soft skin of her labia, but it's hard to tell quite what’s going on. “Is it in?” “Yes.” I give an experimental push. Maybe it is. Something’s got hold of it. “But I can’t bend the right way.” “We’ve done this stick-in sometime this year.” “Well it’s in but it’s not going to get much farther than half an inch.” She convinces me she can’t do the contortion. I swing on top. She rubs my cock against her clit, then slots it into her pussy. I push. “It’s not even working now.” She makes some adjustments and it slides into her. “I was being impenetrable.” And we fuck.

It’s a good erection. She’s got my favorite slippery friction. “I’ve got this urge to say I love you.” “Well?” It usually seems like such a cheesy thing to say while fucking that I rarely do it. It seems to mean “I love fucking you.” But tonight it seems right. So I do. “I love you.” “I love you, too.” We kiss and fuck. Sweet.

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to finish tonight.” Side effect of the new med. “It feels great, but I’m not getting to the point where I can feel my orgasm which is where I usually am while we’re fucking.” An idea. “You can tell us when to end this time. Want to?” “Sure.” I think that will be a first.

The pace picks up. Fast. Hard. I thought we'd done fast and hard before. But this is faster. And harder. And longer. I’m demolishing her. Intensifying, no end in sight, fucking her to smithereens, and she’s enjoying it, her moans should be helping, but no finish tonight, just a nice hard sweaty fuck, until I give out and have to stop. “That really wore me out.” “Me too. I can’t believe you didn’t come.” Silly meds.

We slow down for more sweet. “Remember, you call the ending.” “Ok. Soon. I’m drying out.” “It still feels ok to me.” In all the way one last time. “It’s hard to stop.” “It’s hard for me, too.” “It is?” “When my old friend’s right there.” Poised for reentry. Ready and willing. But we’re through. “You fucked me raw. That hasn’t happened for a while.”

River points out that my difficulty coming raises some interesting possibilities. There might be a visit to the toy store in our near future. I’m kind of looking forward to being her sex machine. Her tool.

A good one

We’re not scheduled for tonight. But all signs point to it. I wait for River in bed. For some reason I’ve left my gray boxer briefs on. Nostalgia maybe. I hear River come through the door. I look. There’s her white t-shirt with the dark square of face on the front. Accented by her dark triangle of bush below. I like it. “I almost asked you to keep your shirt on.” But I didn’t have to. She read my mind. I flip the covers up to display my undergarments as she gets in bed with me.

I run my hand over her firm ass, up her back under her shirt, over her shirt up to her hair. I undulate as we kiss, and start getting a reaction. I hope she’s getting one, too. I grab her and roll her on top. “That’s decisive.” Her pussy settles onto my cock, her lips spread on the fabric, the bump of her clitoris rubbing the shaft through my underwear. We get them off. “There’s something to sit on.” She deftly slips onto my cock and I feel her moist pussy engulf it. I close my eyes as she fucks me, her hands pressing on my chest, then on the wall behind me. I open my eyes, watch her leaning over me, her hungry triangle of bush repeatedly swallowing my cock. “You look strong. And powerful. In control. I like it.” “It’s an illusion.” More tiring than it looks.

She does single point, my favorite, her pussy slipping up and down my cock. She hugs in close, her elbows on the bed supporting her the same way I do when I’m on top. I imagine being River, being fucked by me on top. “I’m not as creative as you.” That's what she thinks. “It’s not so much creative as wearing myself out and having to find a new position. And I’ve got more possibilities.” She sits up. Slapping down hard. Her ass cheeks fitting into the hollows beside my groin. My hands find her nipples through her shirt. Rubbing. Squeezing. She fucks me in single point again. And wears herself out.

She leans back for a break. I take the opportunity to sit up and push her onto her back and take my place on top. And whisper. “I like it when you start on top.” She peels her shirt off as we fuck. There are my favorite tits. My hands take their turn pressing down on her chest while we fuck. Sometimes slow, sometimes fast. Her legs spread wide. Or her feet on my ass.

My hands move to her shoulders, pinning her beneath me, her legs pulled up to her chest, my cock plunging into her well-positioned pussy. I’m pressing her down hard, fucking her hard, listening to her, and I feel it. She takes all my weight as I come and squeeze my load into her. We don’t separate for a good five minutes. Just talk and relax and afterglow. “That was a good one.” “Yes it was.” Like fucking is supposed to be. Intimate and bonding. Playful and energetic.

“I’m glad you took your first opportunity to come.” “It would have been silly not to.” “I’m glad you could.” “It might have had something to do with holding you down and having my way with you.” “Cool.”

Quagmire

Tonight we both see the shooting star. A good sign, I hope.

I’m sitting out on the balcony at night. Naked. The candle lantern lit. River comes out in a shirt and panties and immediately takes her place on the cushion. “I’m cold. I need a man blanket.” I’m a little slow to figure out that she means me. I walk over and take my place on her. We kiss. I feel a twinge. But I’m not quite ready to start. “I’m waiting for somebody to walk by.” “Pervert.” “I prefer ‘closet exhibitionist’.”

River can’t see over the low balcony wall from her position. But I can. The street is empty. I start anyway. My fingers find her obvious nipples through her thin shirt. “I left the shirt on for you.” “I like that.” Feeling her compact tits, or even just thinking about them, always warms me up. They’re my favorite tits. “I use you to get myself ready.” “I like it when you do that.”

We work her panties down her legs and over her feet. I sit between her spread legs, prepared to get going with no wasted time. I’m almost hard enough. But I want a decisive stick-in. My thumb circles her sticky opening. Moves up to her clit. My cock surges in response. I slip into her easily. Too easily. “Is that all period goo?” “Yes.” More than usual. Quite a quagmire.

River is laid out on the comfortable window cushion. She likes comforable. There’s just a towel between my knees and the wood decking. Comfortable enough for me. I like fucking. But every now and then I have to pull my knees in and join her on the cushion. I’ve noticed before that having her pussy a few inches higher than I’m used to makes a noticeable difference. Like she’s being served to me. Not better or worse, just different. Keeping things interesting.

My balls dangle in the fresh breeze as we fuck. My hands rest on River’s head and shoulder, providing opposition to my thrusts. River watches the sky. I close my eyes. We share a silent laugh when a neighbor comes out, gets in her car, and drives off, oblivious to the quiet sounds of fuck from across the street.

Again it’s not easy to come. Partly because River has an achy uterus and she only lets me go halfway in. We go through a couple positions to increase the friction. We end up in plow. It’s working. Whether it’s the friction, or River’s moans, or the sheer physicality of holding her by the legs while I bang her, I don’t know. But the moans always help. I’m still only going halfway in but my orgasm rushes up. “Almost . . .” My body contorts as I come and resist the instinct to plunge all the way into her.

“I really felt that one.” “What did you feel?” “Twitch twitch, pump pump, squirt squirt.” “I felt that, too.”

Prelude and Fuck in C

We’re on for this morning. But not before 7. I have a bad sleep, and River wasn’t feeling well last night. And I’m thinking it’s too soon after Wednesday’s sweaty romp. As I lay groggily in bed I conclude that River’s sleep and studying easily outweigh fucking this morning.

River wakes up around 8 and reminds me of this morning’s date. She’s surprisingly fine with this random schedule. Maybe we’ll fuck after all. We smooch. Creating our own “sunny spot.” Then Brook comes down the hall and climbs into bed with us. I’ve got a feeling that River would be mostly ok with some stealth action. But I’m not that desperate. We can wait for a better time.

When I come back into the room River is doing some on-line shopping. Naked. My eyes trace the convex curve of her back, over her lumbar vertebrae and down to her ass. My fingers follow my eyes. “This reminds me of the last time we were on-line shopping together.” “Oh does it?” “And I see you remember too.” I pull in for a kiss. But strangely, I’d rather just bask in the presence of my naked sweetie without fucking.

Eventually we make it into the shower. But I don’t want to do it there, either. I want something nice. Something intimate. Something sweet. Maybe she’ll air dry on the bed. No, not today. Not even when I suggest it.

“You know what would be sexy?” I never miss an opportunity for her to tell me what’s sexy. “What?” “Breaking in clean sheets.” We change the sheets. But again Brook comes in, and the kids need lunch, and our morning date is turning into afternoon. Which is fine. “Do you have a plan?” “I’m just waiting for a nice time.” “Me, too.” But our neighbor runs some kind of noisy nasty-smelling lawn equipment throughout the afternoon. No respect for a quiet, beautiful weekend day. It’s just not possible to have an intimate moment together with that going on.

“I’d hold out for the balcony tonight. If it’s going to be warm enough.” “I think it is. But it has to be dark enough, too. I don’t want to be seen by anybody. Except you. They’re not good enough for me.”

The balcony. Nice. I’d like to get River outside more often. My plan is to sit outside on the chairs, naked, and talk, look at stars, enjoy a nice temperature, and when the time comes, move to the cushion and fuck.

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We’ve got a new tub. Carefully chosen for its symmetry and its comfortable two-person capacity. It’s been far too long since we’ve had a tub that’s comfortable for both of us. But we’ve made do. Tonight we take our new tub for a test drive. Not that kind of test drive. Yet. Our balcony date has priority.

We fill the tub. Get in and face each other in the candlelight. My cock bobbing upwards in the deep warm water. Her legs spread wide, her secrets hidden by she shadow of her bush. “What kind of girl would sit in a tub with me, naked?” She raises her hand. And smiles.

We dry off. Walk into the kitchen. River opens the door and luxuriates in the fresh breeze, warm but cooling. I stand behind her. She drops her towel. Our naked flesh presses together.

It’s her idea. Out of the blue. The trampoline. Even though I’ve got the balcony ready to go, and we’ve put fresh sheets on the bed. And she's likened our back yard to a fish bowl. But it feels right somehow. My plans never work out. They just get better.

I walk naked into the back yard. Onto the trampoline. As River follows a light comes on in a neighbor’s window. But all the neighbors’ shades are drawn. For privacy. Theirs or ours, I'm not sure. River spreads her towel and we lie in the dark spring surface, side by side, cooling off from our bath, stargazing in the clear night. There’s no moon. And no hurry.

A soft sensual breeze blows gently on our bare skin. I feel free out here with River. Unconstrained. I finger my cock, hoping for the pleasant fullness of an impending erection. But it doesn't come yet. “No hurry.” More talking. More stargazing. And a shooting star. I hope it’s a good sign.

We sit facing each other. River’s hand stroking me. “You do that better than I do.” “I don’t see how I could, with all your years of practice.” “I’m not you.” Her hand on my cock is different. Like my hand on her clit is different

We kiss. There's the feeling I'm looking for. She does do it better than I do. “Will it work?” “Don’t worry. That always makes you lose ground.” She’s right. I’m glad one of us is confident. “You can stick a finger in and check the temperature.” My hand slides between her legs, my finger tracing down her lips, pushing between them, into her reservoir. What a strange thing to be doing in our fish bowl of a back yard.

She falls back. I fall forward onto her. She slips my cock in. I feel welcomed. Something we’re doing together. I harden fully in the wet friction of her pussy as we start to fuck. “Is anybody watching?” “I don’t know.” I almost hope someone is. But River doesn’t care.

This time we take full advantage of the trampoline, fucking with confidence, bouncing together, the springs creaking, the frame squeaking. River’s arms around me. Her feet on my ass where I like them. My ass scraping against her heels as I work my hard cock in and out. Her fingers brush my nipples, sending a warm tickle through my whole body. I return the favor by putting my hands on her breasts, flattening them, using her chest to move her in rhythm to our fuck.

“Do you have one in you?” “I don’t think so. I’m too relaxed.” Why interrupt a nice fuck just to have an orgasm. I almost understand. I never want to stop either.

River looks up at the sky. Her favorite thing to see when we fuck. I wish she could see it more often. But my view is better. My favorite thing to see when we fuck. Her face. Smiling.

“You’re remarkably ok with this.” She doesn’t fully know why. But she’s as into it out here as I am. “When should I come?” That’s my way of asking how long she wants to go. “Surprise me.” Carte blanche. No hurry.

An airplane flies over. When I’m on a night flight I often find myself looking at the lights below and wondering how many people down there are fucking. Tonight I have an answer. “At least two.”

When I push her legs up into jackknife the bounce is too much. My cock slams against her cervix with gravity assist. It feels deeper than I’ve ever gone before. Too deep. Back off.

I have to come sometime. Sometimes the longer we fuck the harder it is. This is one of those times. “I can turn around.” We stay engaged as she rolls into doggy and I fuck her from behind. Down into low doggy. Up into hello kitty. My hands on her tits. Anybody watching is getting a good show now. I should have sold tickets. It’s a treat watching the shapely symmetry of River’s ass as she fucks me. And I fuck back into her sweet pussy. Coming is suddenly no longer a problem. “I’m about to surprise you.” I can only partly stifle the groans as I hold River and come. We hold our position as my orgasm winds down. Eventually we separate. No hurry.

River walks back to the house first. I watch her ass disappear in the back door. Cool down. Watch the stars. And follow her.

Enthusiastic (and sweaty)

We wax River again. Nothing fancy. Pretty much a straight bikini wax. Not my best job. I don't think I'll be changing careers any time soon.

And now we’re on for a randomly scheduled fuck. Earlier I’d requested she start on top. But now I’m not as confident in my abilities. Not feeling as perky down there. We lay side by side. Her legs over mine. And talk. Nice and relaxed. I reach for my cock. Start warming myself up. “You should get a warm up, too.” Her hand moves towards her freshly waxed pubes. I watch her hand, fingers draped over the edge of her mons, doing her circles. And get hard. “I’m ready.” “That wasn’t much of a warm up.” “That’s what you think.” She slips my cock into her pussy. And I believe her. Wall-to-wall wetness. Now we fuck. Not the deepest position. But a good starter. Nice and relaxed.

“We don’t usually do this too long.” “Sometimes we do it like this.” She pulls my leg up onto her. Interlock. Better penetration. “We used to do this a lot. Maybe the entire time.” Did we? I remember thinking she didn’t like this position. But I get that impression too easily. “I like this position because I can reach like this.” My hand goes over her leg to her clit. “Or like this.” I reach under her leg. “And I can reach these.” I pull a nipple into my mouth. “It’s the all-access position.” And she can reach too. “It’s comfortable.” “Too comfortable. I could go to sleep.” “If you go to sleep I’ll be insulted.”

“Do you want to do this the whole time?” “Not necessarily.” She rolls us into spoons. Her firm ass pushing against me. My cock sinking into her. She has an idea. “What if you stay like that, and I get into low doggy? But I think my hoo might be too high.” “It works. We’ve done it.” She positions for low doggy with me still on my side. And it works. But I want the full effect of low doggy. I sit behind her. Fit my cock under her ass. Pull her hips. And push in. And in. And in. Wall-to-wall wetness.

Now we’re getting somewhere. My hands cup her taught ass cheeks. Then I plant my hands on the bed beside her, her waist fitting between my arms, holding her body in place, and pulling her back as my thrusts intensify and my eyes close and I feel the fuck. A nice long fuck in low doggy. River’s amazing ass spread in front of me. Her hair spilling onto her neck. Her breath escaping in involuntary moans. Until I stop to hold off. “That was some good action.”

“I hope I can finish.” “You have to finish sometime.” I’ve been not finishing since Monday morning. Maybe holding off tonight wasn’t such a good idea.

“Face-to-face.” Things really heat up. Sweat runs down my face. River reaches for the wall but we’re sideways and it’s not there. Straighten her out. She pushes back against it. Spreads her legs wide in her trademark V. I hold myself on my arms. Only our parts are touching. I bang her furiously until I feel my orgasm rounding the corner. Sweat. Thwacking bodies. Spread legs. A slow build. I’m coming. Groaning. Whimpering. Embedding myself in her. I fall to the side, panting and sweating. Recovering slowly in the cool breeze blowing through the window. When River comes back I’m too hot to snuggle.

“I think I’m in the mood.”

“I think I’m in the mood.” I have to suppress my snarky thoughts. No wonder River’s never in the mood if she can’t even tell. And then I realize it’s amazing she’s saying that at all since not long ago I almost completely blew any kind of mood either of us might have. “Let’s skip the movie.” “It will last. I’ve had it all day.”

We’ll be in bed at 10:30. That’s a late start on any day, and she has to get up early early early tomorrow. And give me a good-bye kiss. I’ve got a feeling that the end of the day will just be the end of the day. But she’s following her own plan of stopping the movie at 10. I trust her to know what she’s doing. This must be some mood.

I light a candle before she comes into the bedroom. What she says sounds like my line. “Oh good. You’re still in the mood. I was thinking you might be too tired.” I was tired, but not any more. She gets on top. “I was thinking something fast and aggressive.” She rubs my cock against her fuzz. I feel her tits. My favorite tits. Just big enough to grab. They always help. But if she wants fast I have another idea. “That’s not such a good position for me to get hard. Let’s try this.”

I roll her onto her back. Sit beside her. Her legs fall open and I gaze at her in the candle light. My thumb goes briefly to her clit. But her tits always help. I feel their soft firmess, feel her nipples pucker, lefty, righty, as my cock quickly hardens. “Now I’m ready. See? You can get back on top now.” “Now that I see it, I’m thinking hello kitty. It’s been a while.” “I love hello kitty.”

River sits up in front of me. Reaches under for my cock. Slides her pussy down onto it without effort. “I’ve been ready all day.” And we fuck. Quick and aggressive. Then I sit back and let her do all the work. “I’m your dildo.” “I like that.” She pumps her snatch up and down my shaft. It’s hard imagining her wanting to do something like this with a real dildo. I’m flattered that she enjoys using my cock like this. For her pleasure.

As always, the view is amazing. I describe it to her. “My legs spread in a V. Between them, your shape comes down into your ass. Between my legs is . . . Under your ass is . . .”

I fuck back again. Reach around for her tits. Press her nipples into her body. She sits up into full hello kitty position, my hands still on her tits, her hands to the sides on my legs, her ass framed between her arms and my legs, her whole body moving up and down as she fucks me. “Quick?” “Quick.” I let myself come, pulling her back into me, she grinds down as I thrust in time with my spurts, emphasizing each one, moaning so loud the kids can probably hear it.

“That seemed way too quick for somebody who’s been in the mood all day.” “I’ll probably be in the mood tomorrow, too. For our date.” “Let’s make sure you have a good warm up.” “An early start.”

This random idea is working out better than I thought. And we haven't even had our first random “date” yet.

Worth not waiting for

It’s not clear who’s going to be in bed first. But whoever is gets a no-strings back rub. Which is my name for a back rub that I give River which I won’t use as a prelude to sex. Much as I might want to. I’m not sure why I would want a no-strings back rub. A plain old back rub is fine with me. But the way the die came up, that’s the way it has to be tonight.

I’m first. That was River’s plan all along. To make up for keeping me up late last night. And now it’s late again. But I’m first. I strip and lie on the bed. River strips and oils me. She’s quick with the effleurage. But thorough. She oils my back, up to my shoulders, down to my ass. Her hands firm. Sure. Enthusiastic. She situates herself on me. “I’m rubbing my labia lips on your ass.” She laughs at her redundancy. I’m fine with it. Whatever it takes for her to rub her labia lips on my ass. I visualize her pudenda. From the front. Her trimmed muff. Her cleft descending from her clitoral hood and disappearing in mystery. From behind. The dark fleshy tips clinging together beneath her ass. Gapping ever so slightly towards the rear. Waiting for my tongue to pry them apart and probe between them. Inviting my hard cock to thrust them apart as they descend onto it.

She takes the massage up a notch. It’s overwhelming. Am I hyperventilating? Probably. No strings. Does that mean she won’t do me, but I can do her if I want? But what about rolling the dice? We’re supposed to wait three more days. But this has been such a nice day. And it could be even nicer.

She finishes. “Anything else?” I want to say “fuck me.” But I couldn’t possibly, given the circumstances. “That was a really nice warmup.” “Yes it was.” We lie naked next to each. Touching. I catch my breath. Then I roll between her legs. Push my cock against her vulva. Feel it pressing against her. Wait for it to harden. We were both expecting this. She reaches for my cock. Does her classic rub. Between her lips, over her clit, down to her opening, the tease, wondering when she’ll put it in, almost hoping she won’t, I don’t care, it feels so nice, then she pushes it down, I push forward, meet resistance, just when I’m about to back up for another push I feel it thrust her labia aside and enter her with a thplop I can almost hear. And we fuck.

She feels perfect today. Her nice frictiony slippery, almost grainy, sweetly stimulating. Fucking with sighs. Fucking with moans. Fucking with my foot on the floor. Fucking faster. Barely moving, just pulling her against me, then moving my cock, feeling it slip into her each time. In. And out. She feels perfect. And we feel perfect together.

I make it last. But it’s late. Finally I slow down. It will happen. A little closer with each thrust. Feeling my jizz already flowing into her before my orgasm has officially begun. Fucking through it. Her frictiony slippery. My slippery slippery. Then push and wait and we feel my cock jump and my load pump into her. “I liked the fancy ending.” So did I.

That was worth not waiting for.

River's new fetish

“If you like them you can wear them.” That was completely unexpected. Has she suddenly got a new fetish? And one she wants to make public, at that? Or has she had it ever since that night in Wyoming? Or longer? I thought we were buying the panties for her. Maybe I’m wrong. I play it nonchalant for the salesgirl. Like this happens every day. Maybe it does happen every day in the lingerie department. “Do you think they’ll fit?” “They always do.”

River also has some new bras. Back home she strips. Puts on a pair of the new panties. And models a bra for me. It’s black. It’s small. I feel nipple through it. I approve. Even though I wonder whatever happened to front-closure bras.

“Would you like to wear the panties?” “Is that your new fetish?” She doesn’t answer. Just slips them off and stands there in just her sexy black bra. Even sexier with her in it. I step into them. Slide them up over my parts. Fit myself into them. “Comfy, huh?” And stylish. “What now?” “Fuck.”

We’re on the bed in our tried and true position. River on her back, my attention divided between her sexy black bra and her sexy uncovered labia. Her fingers on my nipples. Sensitive. I can only imagine how much better her nipples work. She strokes my cock through the panties. Pulls it out the top. I tickle her lips with my parts, the thin fabric sheath brushing lightly up and down her vulva. “It’s going to be really wet. That time of the month.” Ovulation. Today. I can live with that. She pulls the panties down my thighs, takes my stiffening cock in her hand, rubs it against her, up and down her slit, bumping across her clitoris. The playful tease. “Like old times.” She dips it down. Into her pussy? She lets it push back up between her labia. Down again. This time? Not yet. “You can do that as long as you want.” I like the play. I like the tease. I like her touch on my cock. Then she pushes it down and I feel her notch it into her opening and I push my hard cock fully into her dripping pussy. I like that too. This is going to be a nice fuck. A nice long fuck in a nice wet pussy.

I start slow. “How fast would you like to go?” “You mean how long should we do it?” “I mean this.” I double the pace. River speed. Bang her good. Right away she’s moaning and dreamy-eyed. There's my answer.

It’s a nice long fuck. River letting me drive. All kinds of Reed on top. Shallow jackknife. Deep missionary. Steep default. Flying V with her legs spread wide and my cock plunging unerringly into her target. Magnetism. My hands reaching across her body. Each feeling through her bra for the nipple on the opposite boob. And finding it. Resting my weight on them. Then lifting her ass off the bed and fucking until I almost come. She feels my cock twitch inside her when I stop to hold off. “I’m not nearly ready to come yet. Now that I’ve got you here, I’m going to keep you here.” And give her juicy pussy the pounding it deserves.

I like a talkative fuck. And I have a lot of questions today. “Am I taking something from you?” “More like I gave it to you.” She stares at the ceiling. “What are you thinking about?” No answer. “Why don’t we do this every night?” Again no answer. I can’t trick her that easily. But why don’t we do it every night? Or every morning? “Do you have one in you?” She smiles sweetly and shakes her head no. As if having a couple orgasms would ruin such a nice fuck. Maybe it would, for her. She does enjoy a nice fuck. And it’s a nice long enjoyable fuck tonight.

“Your balls are getting wet.” It’s her fault. Her and her drippy pussy. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I give them a feel. They’re pulled up tight. The way I like them. And moist with her juices. I like that too.

She’s got her legs spread in flying V. Such an accommodating position. We’re banging hard enough that they can probably hear the whack, whack, whack out on the street. My sweat drips onto her. I have to come one of these times. This is a good time. I just let it. After such a nice long fuck it’s incredible. My body twists with orgasm. My nuts go through the wringer as my come is squeezed from them and I ejaculate into her. I groan and strain against River as I come hard.

“What were you thinking about?” “What we were doing.” “I was thinking Reed and River are fucking. And they’re pretty good at it.” “That they are.”

“I can’t find my panties.”

“Is the hotel room not sexy enough?” It's pretty sexy. Boutique hotel sexy. River likes a sexy hotel room. “Because I have my panties on?” That’s one reason. Maybe we could do it with them on. That’s always fun. For me. “And because you’ve parked Brook in our room for the night.” “That hasn’t stopped us before.” “You mean it didn’t stop me.” “I brought the butter and foot cream.” Now she’s talking. We like to use the phrase “not entirely altruistic.” But in this case, it may be largely altruistic. She brought them for me, because I enjoy slathering her so much. And doing what usually follows afterwards. But one of the reasons I like slathering her so much is because she likes it so much. So maybe it’s a good balance between selfishness and altruism. I get to slather, she get slathered. But then we get to fuck which is definitely in my favor. But we’ll be fucking in a sexy hotel room which is something she likes.

I straddle her naked and slather her back. Her neck and shoulders get the attention she asks for. We tolerate a few kid interruptions. When I turn my gaze back to her I see she’s pulled her dark panties down halfway over her pale ass. That’s sexy as all get-out. I butter down onto her ass, then drop her panties below her gorgeous ass cheeks, fitting a palm to each one, feeling her yielding firmness.

“Low doggy.” She nods. I pull her panties down further and she slips them off as she gets into position. It doesn’t take long to get hard with her perfect ass thrust back at me like that. My fingers feel up her slit, to her clitoris, and back to the wet gash between her lips. My hard cock enters her. She pushes back. Back out. All the way in this time. And we fuck.

I’m worried about being too loud and obvious. Not for the sake of the giggling girls in the next room. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind some entertaining sound effects. But I’m not sure how much the kids need to hear. We’re behind a curtain. But the bed is creaking a bit. And River’s pussy is making nice slurping sounds as my cock slides in and out. “Are we being too loud?” I guess not.

It’s a nice slow fuck in low doggy. My cock sliding all the way out. Back through the improbable spot. All the way in. A nice slow fuck.

River has proposed opposite sides of the bed tonight. It’s like having a new girlfriend. Only better. We go through spoons to interlock. For some reason we don’t seem to hit it quite as well in interlock as we used to. And a face-to-face finish would be nice. On the way there we end up with me straddling a leg, the other on my shoulder. It’s interesting but a little awkward this time so I slip fully between her legs and drive my cock home.

“Are you enjoying it yet?” “Yes.” “Me too.” How could I not? It’s one of my favorite things. I guess I wouldn’t enjoy it if she weren’t enjoying it.

A nice slow fuck. Going through our usual missionary variations. It will be a slow come. She feels nice today. Wet. But not too wet. Her nice frictiony slippery. My cock sliding in and out. Slowly. My orgasm building. Slowly. It will happen if I just keep going like this. I keep going. It happens. Push deep for the first spurt. Wait for the second spurt. And wait. Don’t move. There it is. The big spurt. I feel my jizz flow into her. Feel it flow around my glans. More spurts. A slow orgasm. “Goose bumps?” “Yes.”

Next morning. “I can’t find my panties.” I retrieve them from between the sheets at the foot of the bed. Hotel maids must find many a forgotten pair in that particular place.

A cool pillowy breeze

“The worst thing about every three days is that it’s boring. Every two days would be boring. Even every day was boring.” “I agree.”

A nice cool pillowy breeze comes through the broken window. Caresses our bare skin with its soft pillowy coolness. River moves my hand to the cool smooth skin of her perfect ass. I catch a feel of fuzz as my hand slides here and there, over her cheeks, between her legs. “What are you doing?” “Thinking.” “About my butt?” “That. And about doing it in this sexy breeze.” “Want to do a sleepy sweetie?” “Sure. No warmup?” “No warmup.”

River stays on her side. I sit in t-bone. It's strange to think about. Getting hard and poking it into her receptacle. And coming. Even though we’re made for each other. It turns me on. But I have to ask. “Are you sure?” “Yes.”

I run my hands over her back, across her hip, down her leg, her supple skin light even in the dark. One hand brushing the tufts between her legs and finding her opening. One hand on my rapidly stiffening cock. My finger guides it into her. “That’s a bony boner.” “Yes.” Like it should be. She pushes back, helping it inch in as I feed it into her. It’s so sweet to be pushing such a nice hard one into the friction of her smooth wet pussy. We’re both in good form. And we fuck.

River rests on her side while I kneel behind her, slowly sliding my cock in and out, savoring the feel of her pussy, of her skin, of her. Wrapping my arm around her leg until I feel her bush. Pulling her towards me. Rocking her back and forth on my cock. Bigger. Harder. Smaller. Faster. I could do this forever. She can go to sleep. But can she moan in her sleep?

I roll into spoons. Hug myself against her. All kinds of fuck. Like I’m always thinking when we spoon. Then rest.

And more t-bone. I could come like this. Watching my tingly hard cock work her pussy. Feeling it fill her pussy. But this needs face-to-face. Flip River’s leg over me. “I was thinking of fancy hug this morning.” “Of course you were.” Hug down on her while my cock drills deep into her. “I like fucking you with a nice hard dick.” “Yeah.” “Thanks for the opportunity.”

We’re both in good form. Hard. And wet. Going together nicely. Her feet on my ass. Her hands on the wall to push back. Steep. G-spot. Pull out and penetrate so slow it makes me shudder.

We build up to a good rhythm. My cock feels huge. Pumping her. Pounding her. Her legs spread wide. How can she stand it? We're made for each other. Fast. Faster. Unbelievably fast. Where am I getting it. Push in. Way in. Feel cervix. And come. Push more. Come more. Push. Remember to breathe. That was incredible. Both in good form. A refreshing pillowy breeze caressing our bare skin. Us.

The usual t-shirt for cleanup. “You got that way up in there. I’m not even finding anything.” “I was really hard.”

The fourth day

By mutual agreement, today is the fourth day. River thinks I’ve got a better chance of fucking her in the orgasm by waiting until today. I hope she’s right. This morning I misbehave and go on a long bike ride without notice. When I get home I eventually do things right. I think we’re on for tonight. I drink lots of water. Just in case.

But it’s late. Really late. Is the end of the day just the end of the day? I hope not. “Do you want the light on?” “Why would I?” “So you can see something you like.” I turn on the reading lamp beside the bed. I do see something. Something I like. River has the covers off her hot naked body. She reaches down as we talk, her hand traveling over the fuzz, her fingers resting on her clit. Not resting. Stirring.

I sit beside her. Eat her pussy? I've been wanting to. But she prefers hand jobs. I want what she wants. I take over. It’s hard to gauge by feel what’s going on in her body. I listen. Her breathing sounds relaxed. Calm. Like the breeze though the broken window. That’s good. For now.

“You can go the other direction.” I don’t think I’ve ever done that, aside from when I use my other hand. It’s a little awkward at first but my fingers fall into the rhythm, the hood between my second and third fingers rubbing smoothly over her clitoris. “You’ll have a counter-clockwise orgasm.” Now she starts to move, tilting her pussy up and down. Her clitoris is more prominent. Sweet wet smacky sounds from below as I circle it.

“Faster and lighter.” Thanks for the beta. It can be hard for her to talk to me at times like this. Her breath gasps. Her pelvis moves like it wants something. It does want something. I want it to. Her clitoris is fading. It’s close. But the finish doesn’t come. I keep going. Close again. But no finish. She can finish herself. She worries that what I’m doing is boring. It’s not boring.

I let my fingers drift to her pussy opening. It’s a velvety wet invitation. Very wet. Very inviting. I accept it with my tongue. Tasting her tang. Feeling the bump of her clitoris. Then letting her take over.

I watch. Her lips following the circles of her fingers. Her nipples waiting for me. I move a hand onto one, fingers brushing, hard nipple rolling between them. Her other nipple is not so hard. Yet. It comes to life in my hand, blood flowing, stiffening.

Her breathing says she’s closer. My finger slips tightly inside her. Pushing towards her perineum. Beckoning for her g-spot. And my cock comes to life. Rising in anticipation. Becoming nicely rigid. Ready to fuck her. In the orgasm. Sitting beside her with my hard cock and my finger inside her feels so right. For now.

“Here it is.” Her breath gushes. Her body gyrates. My finger is still inside. Pressing her g-spot. Circling it. I’m hoping to feel more, but anything else must be lost on me. This time.

Is she still coming? Is there still time to fuck her in it? I think so. I’m between her legs. I fit my cock to her pussy. Her wet velvet invitation. I know what I can do with that. I bury my cock in one quick powerful thrust. She’s still coming. I fuck hard and deep in her warm wet pussy. Her body squirming. Her cervix pushed aside. Her breath gasping.

We barely recover and she’s back for more. My dick is nicely hard, the whole thing fucking in and out of her while she does her clit. Did she even tell me when this one started? I don’t know. But suddenly we’re fucking hard, fast this time, pulling her against me with her shoulder, my foot slipping off the bed onto the floor, still fucking, I’ll come in this one, back onto the bed, still fucking, her still coming, my own orgasm almost here, then it’s here, I think, a continuous stream of orgasm while we fuck, but it’s satisfying, worth waiting for, and when we’re both through we slow down, and then I can’t even remember. Except her third.

“It’s not boring.” “It’s a little boring for me at first. Wondering whether anything will happen.” I’ve got about four stages. Not being sure I’m going to come, even though I almost always do. Getting onto the step, where I know I’ll come, but don’t know when. That’s where I like to be. Sometimes I can stay there, sometimes things just want to go forward. Next is when I’m about to come unless I stop. That’s the hold-off point. The partial orgasm point, sometimes. Sometimes I come even though I stop. And my final stage is when I’m coming. I wonder if River has stages anything like mine? She lists off a few—wondering, starting to move—then gets lost. It must be a lot different for her.

“I don’t get how you can have amazing orgasms like that and then not want to do it again for a while.” “If it always felt like that I might want to do it more often.” “You’re always saying you don’t need a warmup. Much as I kind of like just starting in without one, it seems like it’s always better with one.” I should insist. But we both get impatient. For the good part.

A blowjob

River has been making noises about doing it tonight. We should get some exercise. A walk or run. A fuck. Or both, she says.

So here we are. Is she regretting having signed up for some exercise tonight? Either of us can back out. But she asks. “Do you have anything in mind?” I do. Something I’ve been thinking about. Something that doesn’t happen very often. Something that goes well with River being on her period. “A blowjob.” “Ok.” “If I can get hard enough.” “That might not be necessary.” What? “Aren’t blowjobs used to get guys hard?” I guess so. That’s usually the boring part of the porn that I don’t pay much attention to. And that was back in the day when I couldn’t understand how it was possible not to get hard with a pussy ready to be fucked right in front of you. Erections just happened.

“Something is missing. Light, or music, or ...” I hit the divbyzero preset on the squeezebox. There’s our soundtrack. Our favorite music to fuck to. “That’s better.”

It takes her a while to get settled. “You’d think I didn’t know what I was doing.” She starts in. Her hand presses at the base of my cock. Right where she knows it works. Her warm wet mouth welcomes me in. “You know what you’re doing.” I can feel myself getting hard already. I want to come.

She swirls my glans somehow. “I liked that.” “This?” Swirl. “Uh huh.” It feels green, and blue, and red. I watch her head moving on me. Up. Down. I’m hard enough. The feeling of orgasm is on the horizon. She’s working hard. I run my fingers through her hair. Rest them at the sides of her head. Like I do sometimes when we’re fucking. She works harder. I want to come.

She needs a break. “If you want, you can just get on it.” “Would you like me to?” “It’s up to you.” She pulls her panties down. Stands over me. “Let’s see how good my aim is.” I hold my cock, pointing it up at her as she drops her pussy onto it, and keep holding it while she fucks me, with the different slippery of her period. I let go when she goes to single point. “Don’t wear yourself out.” I reach down to help lift her ass. “Don’t wear yourself out.”

She sits astride me. Fucks me. Slowly. Then harder. Faster. Exuberantly. Squashing down onto my cock. I feel her tits, wary of sensitive nipples this time of the month. Put my hands under her arms, lift her, drop her, make her fuck me. Not that she needs help. Move her hands to my chest. Watch the tufty fuzz spanning the gap between her legs as it swallows my cock again and again. I want to come.

I come. Grabbing her hips. Pulling her down onto me as I arc up into her. She squeezes onto me. My jizz pumps. I’m glad she finished me on top. I roll her onto the bottom to thank her, fucking her with my still-hard dick as long as I can.