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.”

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.

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.

Churning pussy

I stand naked in front of our bedroom’s balcony door. I’ve asked River to give me a nice hug from behind when she comes into the room and sees that. Will she remember? She does. I reach back to feel her shape behind me. When did she undress? Mmm, silkies, the dusky pink ones by the feel. “You remembered. And you’re playful.”

First a butt rub for me. My butt got a lot of exercise yesterday. I smell the cotton-candy oil. Feel River oiling my cheeks and up the crack. I spread my legs and she sits between them. “I feel raunchy.” “You look raunchy.” “Not as raunchy as you. You wouldn’t do it if you knew how raunchy you looked, all gaping.” “Yes, I would. I like good clean raunchy. If that’s not an oxymoron.” She uses her hands and elbows on my ass cheeks. We work together to find the spots that need it. She rubs up my back. She’s on tonight. I purr.

“I can see how you don’t usually mind that I do you after doing this to you.” “It’s pretty relaxing.” “It seems like it would be just the thing afterwards.” “So did that relax you, or did it get you excited?” “Both.”

I stare down River’s body. The triangle of the dusky pink silkies covering her neatly trimmed bush. Her smooth tummy. Small tits. Face wondering what’s going to happen next. I’m wondering, too. I spread her knees and her legs fall open into a diamond. Work towards the strip of fabric concealing her lips. Feel them through it. Hold the fabric aside and tongue her snatch. I’d like to fuck her while she’s got some of my favorite panties on, but I want to eat her even more. And they’re in the way. Whip them off up over her legs. Lie down on the bed, wrap my arms around her legs, and pull my face against her pussy. I love doing this. And she sounds like she actually likes it tonight. “There’s a mix of what I like.” The stimulation. “And what I don’t like.” Too wet.

Her short bush is a bit ticklish. I switch to over the side, my nose in her pussy. It’s harder than I remember. And I’m getting her wetter than I remember. So I sit astride her, my back to her face, my fingers between her legs making “my” pussy feel good for me. “Try slowing down.” I do. My pussy feels nice. Her legs open into the diamond. My semi-erect cock bounces against her leg as I rub my clit. “I feel like I’m going to wear a hole in you.” “You’re getting me ready.” That’s all I want to do. Back to my tongue. “That’s good right there.” I like that we’re working together. I stay on it. But she needs to come. I let her take over.

I push a finger into her while she’s doing her clit. Two fingers? Not this time. They won’t go. “You’re really tight tonight.” “I’m all puffy.” Nice. So one finger. She feels tight even with just one. It feels so different to my finger. To my cock, it’s a perfectly fitting cylindrical sleeve. Except around her g-spot. And there’s a cervix in there somehere. To my finger it’s ridges, and folds, and hard, and soft, and strong, and delicate. And wet.

She’s getting closer. I stay on her g-spot. Pressing. Circling. “Here it is.” I leave my finger inside while her orgasm starts. I’m not planning on fucking her in it. Just watching, and feeling. But suddenly I’m hard and I’m moving up, fitting my cock to her pussy, she’s reaching down with desperation to straighten things out and I push in and fuck like a maniac while her orgasm goes on and on and she swirls beneath me. Then I slow down, enjoying the tight fuck, enjoying River.

I stay in while she works her fingers over her clit for another one. Her nipple wants me to notice it. I push my tongue against it and pull it into my mouth and she starts to come and I push her leg up on my arm and pound her. Her hand is still on her clit. She’s having a wild orgasm, something extraordinary, she should be screaming but she can’t get any sounds out, and suddenly there’s cervix all over the place inside her, her pussy is churning like a blender full of marbles, and giving me an intense orgasm of my own with my cock fucking her tight pussy.

That was fucking incredible. For both of us. “Coming in your second orgasm is my favorite.”

But I’m not done eating her. Maybe I can do her third. So I’m down on her again, on the pussy I just fucked, my tongue parting her lips and finding her clit. “That will work.” But it’s not working. I back off and let her finish herself.

Worth waiting for

I must feel like River. It’s the end of the day. I’m a bit knackered from doing end-of-the-day chores. I hear River starting a bath for herself upstairs. Usually that’s a good sign. A prelude to a fuck. A chance for me to sit with her in the bathroom and admire the scenery. But today it’s shutting the door on the slender hope that I could get River to help finish the laundry, and finally corner her in the laundry room. And I doubt I’ll even have a chance to visit her in the tub. Too much to do first. I could follow my own advice and make time, put things off until tomorrow, but I don’t want to.

(Skip this crap and take me right to the good part.)

We’ve had a nice day today. River is all kinds of cute in the shower this morning. I can’t take me eyes off her. Girls should not be allowed to be that cute. She says I’m biased. But like I’ve said before, I’m not biased. I don’t have to be.

We re-waxed her last night. She says the landing strip has been fun but it’s a little silly having a mohawk between her legs, so this time we leave more of a wedge. Even though we both like silly. I’m not sure I’ll like her new look. Too middle-of-the-road. But it’s what she wanted. I’ll have to see what it’s like when it’s grown back in. I might like it. Regardless, I’ve got some ideas for next time. If she’ll let me be her stylist.

We didn’t fuck last night. It just seemed right to fall asleep together after she bared herself for me and tried to relax while I ripped her newly-grown pubic hairs out. It was sweet.

We didn’t fuck this morning, either. I snuggled on her before 5, and when I realized she was dreaming I tried to have some influence. I brushed a finger on the soft hairs of her snatch, then worked it into her, taking my time, noticing all the textures. This time it reminded me of the inside of my mouth, but rougher and wilder. I worked my finger in and out while she slept, and she squeezed back a few times.

I was hoping to get hard and fuck, but it didn’t happen. My cock got plenty leaky, but it apparently wasn’t in a mood to get hard, even though I was. Strange that my cock only seems to leak when River is nearby. How does it know? Some latent sense of smell? Or is it purely mental? Sometimes it feels like I’ve got a divining rod down there.

“I was playing with your parts this morning. Did you have any dreams?” “No. Oh. Yeah. Not a good one. We were somewhere and I was trying to do things, but you had your hand in my skirt or something and I kept wondering why is this thing in me?” Not such a great dream. Oh well.

River’s got this idea that we’ve been doing it every other day. Even though we haven’t, it’s how she feels about things that matter. We talk about why she thinks that. After some explanation I agree she could easily think that. The last two times have been twice in a day. And there was the day that she thought about it all day, then we didn’t do it.

In some ways I’ll take quantity over quality. But the quality has to be there or it’s worse than pointless. River does “maintenance fucks” for me sometimes. I guess I do “maintenance time off”. Like last night after waxing.

“I’d like to have sex with you this evening.” It’s funny. We hardly ever use the term “have sex”, so when one of us uses it like that it always seems fairly raunchy to me. I don’t just want to fuck. I want to have sex. “Of course you would.” That sounds less than enthusiastic. Kind of resigned. “Do you know why I’d like to have sex with you?” She reels off a really nice list. I’m not sure I can transcribe it accurately enough. “Because you love me, and you’re attracted to me, and you like to be intimate, and it makes you feel good.” I’m glad she knows all that. I’m not sure I could come up with the list for her. “I should have said, I’d like to have an intimate and bonding experience with you tonight.”

But why wait. There’s an opportunity in the afternoon. “Would you like to have an intimate and bonding experience with me?” “I would this evening. But I’ve got all this studying I’m trying to get out of the way so I can make art. Thanks for asking though.” “I understand. I was just thinking of what we’ve said about waiting.” Soon afterwards she has to pick up Brook at a birthday party. A half hour errand turns into an hour and a half. “We could have done a little something before you went to pick her up.” “Yeah.” A friendly yeah. Not a resigned yeah. I like that. “Or I could have picked her up.” Sometimes I hate being in line behind the random elements in the day. But sometimes the random elements work in my favor.

Later we’re in the kitchen. River grabs me and we dance. Holding each other close. I get my usual reaction. She rubs my cock through my jeans. “I feel manly. You should do that more often.” “Ok.” “I want to rip your clothes off and do you right here.” “We’ve only got about six minutes.” “That’s enough.” But not with the kids in the living room.

So it’s the end of the day. I’m wishing we’d been able to take one of those earlier opportunities because now I’m not feeling so interested. Like River. I join her just as she’s getting out of the bath. She picks up on my waning enthusiasm.

Nothing is happening in bed. “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do.” “Me either.” She snuggles on my back. She’s warm. “Would you like a hint?” “Something to do with this?” She reaches around for my cock. I love it when she does me from behind. “You’re just as good with your left hand.” I roll onto my back and she lubes me with the cotton-candy scented oil. Still left-handed. “Too bad this stuff doesn’t taste like cotton candy.” “That’s funny. I was just thinking we should do some 69 again.” Even though getting and giving at the same time seems to end up with the whole thing being sub-average. “And have our noses in each other’s anuses?” “My nose goes in your twat. Your nose would only be near my anus if you could get the whole thing in your mouth.”

She slides onto me, embedding my cock inside her. I oil her tits and rub them with my fingers and palms while she fucks me. As usual I hold still while she single-points me, the sleeve of her cunt working up and down on my cock.

“I’m kind of in a mood for hello kitty.” “Turn around and we’ll get there.” River turns around, sits between my spread legs, me still on my back, and keeps fucking me. I sit behind her for hello kitty, let her keep fucking me, reach around for her oily tits. “I always wish you could see what you look like from back here.”

It’s my turn to do some work. Low doggy. It seems like I’m getting a lot of travel, it just goes in and in and in. I pull her against me and hold it in deep. “I feel like I’m being plunged.” “I feel like you’re being fucked.” Fuck with just the head and we’re both moaning. I could see myself passing out if this went on too long. “Do you have anything in you?” “I don’t know.” So we just fuck for a while, me fucking her, her sitting up and fucking me, both of us fucking each other.

“I might have something.” “I could use a bit of a break.” She rolls over and does her clit. My cock still inside. I oil her small tits some more and have a good time with them. Then she stops. “I’m not sure.” I put my thumb on her clit. We used to fuck like that a lot. Not so much lately though. I rub circles on her clit, liking how the shaft feels under my thumb in its soft hood. She’s got it warmed up for me. “That feels good.” “Good is good.” I barely fuck her. Concentrate on her clit. “You even get a handjob.” Preferred over cunnilingus. “I might have something.” Nice.

“You can take over any time you want.” She lets me go for a while. It sounds like it feels good. I’m enjoying it. Then she’s back on it. “I might have worse ED than you do.” But we’re patient. My cock head is somewhere around her g-spot. She gyrates her pussy on it. For a long time. Taking me to the edge of the edge. My hands press down on her tits. Her breathing gets heavy. “Here it comes.” Time to fuck.

And we do. Her hips buck as she comes, trying to set the pace, I match it and we have a fuck frenzy through her crazy long orgasm. I’d like to come near the end but she’s probably just halfway through when I feel my own orgasm hit me and I’m pushing in even harder and she’s still fucking furiously and my glans goes supersensitive and suddenly there’s all kinds of cervix in there and she’s still fucking like a maniac and I think it feels so good it hurts and I can barely stifle my screams into loud groans as I come ridiculously hard and I wonder what the kids are thinking is going on. Then all I can do is laugh. “That’s not fair.” That she can fuck so hard while she’s coming.

We keep fucking while we come back down to earth, my cock coasting in and out of her come-drenched pussy. A long afterfuck. The washcloth is still on the radiator from our cunnilingus date. I offer it to her, then pull out. In a few minutes I’m running my hands over her body and I feel my cock wanting to get hard again. “Wow. Even in your prime it would take about twenty minutes.” Except for the times when I just wouldn’t bother to even pull out. I toy with the idea of trying to get another erection. But I really don’t think I want to come again so soon after that. Even if I could.

“That was worth waiting for.” “Yes it was.”

Scents to orgasm to

Even River is talking about this the next morning. And in the afternoon she calls me on the phone. “We had a good fuck last night.” I hope everybody’s sweetie can say the same thing. In the evening she’s gazing at me. “You’re thinking about last night.” “Yes.” “Really?” “Yes. How did you know?” “You look like I look.”

We finally get to the oil shop. They have several varieties of plain oil. And I don’t know how many scents. Probably over a hundred. River and I spend a lot of time opening bottles and sniffing. Violet. Bluebonnet. Tube rose. Vanilla. Lavender. Mmm.

Partway through our explorations River finds something to cleanse the olfactory palate. Without thinking, I know what it must be. But I am not going to smell coffee beans. Please. I’m a tea drinker. Thank you. I will occasionally make River’s coffee for her. French press. Like she likes. Simple. Elegant. Like I like. But it’s an act of love. Because she does so many loving things for me.

We mutually decide on Amber and Warm Vanilla Sugar Cybilla. I’m a sucker for anything cybilla. It’s like cotton candy. We get some almond oil as a base, with a squirt bottle so we can use it in subdued light without spilling. Something we learned the hard way. Too many times.

We spend a long time in the evening together making a word search with the soft magnetic letters on the fridge. I like being creative with River. Then we’re upstairs. Candle light. “Who’s going first?” I try to think a couple moves ahead. “I do you first.” Then she can do me, and roll me over and fuck me on top and do all the work. But my plans have a way of not working out.

I do her first. My hands and fingers and fists on her back, her shoulder blades, her sides. “I want to taste you.” But I know she won’t taste like cotton candy, and that would be disappointing. It would be a nice flavor for a blowjob though. If I gave blowjobs. River's not too keen on the idea of going down on another girl. I even have to be careful about kissing her when I'm eating her and I taste like pussy. I don't get it. Pussies are such fascinating things. How can you not want to stick your tongue there? Then I think of myself giving blowjobs. And I get it. I've never even seen another guy with an erection in real life. Not that I'd mind. I just don't think I'd want to put his thing in my mouth. I do some work on her butt, but I know I’m going to have to tear myself away for my turn so I try not to get lost in it.

My turn. But River pulls her knees up under her and rests in her low doggy position, her butt hanging off the back end, her pussy beneath. “What are you doing?” “Letting you feel my butt.” How can I not. My hands rub along her sides. Down her back. Over her ass. Down her thighs. Move around to sit behind her. Reach under, running both hands along the sides of her vulva where her bush is starting to fill back in, my pinkies trailing in tandem across her fuzzy labia. “Am I giving you ideas?” “Yes.” Is she trying to weasel out of rubbing my back? “I feel some response.” My cock is resting on her feet. Getting weightier. I thwack it against her soles. I can’t quite see having a foot fetish. Although the one foot job she gave me was rather provocative.

One hand slides up the cleft of her vulva, searching for her clit. The other gets me hard. Taking its time. Building up to a nice decisive stick-in. I slip a finger into her. Checking the angle. The textures of her vagina. The surrounding structures. Where her pubic bone is. I put my cock in place. It feels different. All my cock feels is the entrance to her tunnel. Wet. Warm. Tight. It takes some pushing to get the angle sorted and start it going in, but it goes. One inch at a time. “When did you get so big?” I don’t know. 15? 16? 17? I wasn't really paying attention. And I've always considered myself fairly average. Maybe a bit lacking in thickness. But that’s probably not what she means. I do feel big today. And she feels tight. And she’s got some nice friction. I finish pushing in all the way. Enjoy the feeling of being connected with River. And we have a nice fuck.

“I think I’ve got something in me. The smell might help get me off.” We’ll take a break later for her turn. It’s my show now. Fast. Slow. Deep. Shallow. Sit River up in front of me. One hand on each tit. Lifting. Squeezing. Pulling. My strong cock pulling out to her lips, then pushing back through, filling her, banging her cervix. Hands crossed on her tits. One hand on both, my arm wrapped around her, hugging her to me. Our bodies are highly compatible today. Like they were made for each other. Maybe they were.

River sits up straight, her hands back on my thighs, her hair flowing onto her back, her back flowing into her ass, her ass bouncing exuberantly between my legs. Fucking herself on me. I sit back and enjoy being her dildo. “I forgot I could do this in hello kitty. It’s nice to remember again.” “You are really fucking hot.”

“You can come before me. Or after me.” “At the same time. In your orgasm.” She rolls onto her back. Tried and true. “I’ll try not to distract you.” “You can distract me.” “It works better if I don’t.” So I don’t fuck too much while she’s doing her clit. Just make sure she knows she’s still got something in her pussy. Something hard. Something ready to fuck her. Leave my head barely inside and let her circles stimulate me, too. Push in slowly. Feel the grip of her pussy. Hold myself up with my hands on her tits. I put my mouth on one and she gasps. Pull her nipple between my lips. Push it around with my tongue. My mouth on her other nipple. Another gasp. My tongue explores her breast. Then my hands take over again.

She’s at it a good long time. She sounds ok. But she needs a break. We fuck some more. Deep and hard. When she puts her hand back down to start again I don’t even try to stay out of her way. I rudely push her hand against her as I thrust, until I’m ready to back off and let her keep going. “You felt goosebumpy.” But I haven’t even had to hold off. It’s a good solid fuck. We’re both in good form. I feel my cock and it’s shedding chunks of dried River juice. It’s all her tonight, no extra lube, just the sweet friction of her own secretions. My hands go back to her tits. Fingers massaging the muscles near her collarbones. Palms slipping lightly over the tips of her nipples. This one is taking unusually long, even for River. I hope she’s enjoying herself as much as I am.

Then it happens. “Here it comes.” I know what to do. Without hesitation. She knows when to cue me. I fill her pussy with my hard cock and we fuck while she orgasms under me. When it slips out she reaches down and puts it back. I don’t know how she has the wherewithal to do that so calmly in the crushing heat of the moment. Like a baby looking for the lost nipple, she says. She just wants it. And she likes it when it goes back in. I’m almost happy it happened that way this time. I am happy.

My body weighs down on hers. Long forceful strokes. Her cervix knocked around. It’s a really long one. A continuous stream of words. “God”. “Yes”. “Fuck”. I can’t imagine how amazing this one must be. She’s usually so quiet. And I can’t imagine coming this long, being fucked so hard while it happens, pounded with hard cock. My hard cock. It’s endless. I feel another wave and go fast, go faster, I’m her vibrator, and she’s still coming, and I wonder why I’m not yet, her orgasms usually trigger mine, but it feels intense and satisfying, going this long with her in her orgasm with our compatible bodies. And our compatible thoughts. Each of us wanting it. Then I feel it. “My turn.” I come, my orgasm engorging my cock further, her cervix moshed even more forcefully as I slam in and feel my come spurting and flowing against it.

“That was an amazing three-hump orgasm.” Easily the best one she’s ever had. Even a one-“fuck” orgasm is something. She said “fuck” so many times I lost count.

We’ve both come. We cool off a bit. I’m still hard. “I’ll see if I can get another one.” I fuck her more robustly this time while she does her clit. Not as much worry about being distracting after the first one. But this one is taking a while, too. “Another leisurely one.” By the time she comes again I’ve gone soft. My cock is still inside, but I can’t fuck her with it. At least this one is obvious. I watch as she closes her eyes and arches her back. And I wonder what she feels. “That was better than some first ones.” “Nice. I sure enjoy your orgasms.”

More cooling off. Then she’s back for a third. “You’re going to be saying ‘that 18th one was better than some 17th ones.’” “Not tonight.” I just grin and watch while she does her clit. Again it’s obvious when she comes. Her arching back gives it away. Even the third one must be better than some first ones. I often can’t tell when she’s coming. I make a mental note to fuck her in mini-v while she comes, lifting her pussy while she arches onto me.

“Your turn. Roll over.” Is she serious? She’s going to stay awake and do my back after having at least three fucking amazing orgasms? “Are you sure?” She could barely walk after that. Barely hold her legs in place for her third. “It’s up to you.” I can’t turn her down. Finishing with my back massage would make a nice symmetry. Two periods of relaxing calm bracketing an unavoidably intense lust-crazed festival of cotton candy-scented fuck. I roll over and she straddles me. “You don’t mind if I drip on you.” “Of course not. I might even like it.” And it’s giving me ideas. I’m running out of mental notepaper.

I really enjoy my massage.

“I’m glad you think I’m so fucking hot. You’re pretty fucking hot yourself.” She repays me in my own currency. I accept. “Thank you.”

The next day. I’ve had this thought before. On other occasions. “That was easily the best fuck in town last night. You know there had to be one. And that was it.” “Probably a larger area than that.” We were so well-connected. At least we don’t have expectations that it’s always going to be like that. Hopes, perhaps. But not expectations.

“I don’t see how you could possibly come so long. I can’t possibly do it justice. I’m going to need you to guest write for me.” In her own style. So much more mystical than mine. “It’s got peaks. I could draw it for you.” With color, I hope. Geeky artist sweetie that she is.

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.

Tryst in the woods

It’s not as warm today as yesterday. A bit chilly actually. Doing it outside in the cold doesn’t seem like River’s thing. But she’s into it. “It will be an adventure.” And the setting will be nice. I like it when she’s adventurous. Or as I like to think about it, an adventuress. I tell her I’m excited. Sex with River always excites me.

She brings a pile of blankets so we can have a warm nest. “Did you bring anything slippery? Or will we be using Reed’s oral lubrication service if we need it?” “I don’t think we’ll need it.” On the way out of town we pick up supplies for a gourmet picnic. Three kinds of goat and sheep cheese, a baguette to share, thin-sliced salami, whole-wheat wafers, figgy chocolate for dessert. Like old times when I’d pick her up after work with picnic makings. Only better.

The cabin is a short walk into the forest. We make our nest in the outside area, light candles even though it’s not yet noon, have our picnic in the fresh air, listen to birds and frogs and wind in branches, have a nice time together in the woods. Then we peel our pants off and warm each other up under the covers.

It’s nice feeling River through her cotton panties. My thumb and fingers loop around the crotch, feeling the edges of her bush. My first finger probes the cotton and finds the hard shaft of her clitoris. We should start like this more often. But I like sleeping naked with River far too much to do it in bed. Out here it’s natural as we peel our clothes off. But I doubt we’ll be peeling much today. Just the bare essentials.

She feels me through my boxer briefs. I get hard for her touch. It’s been five days, and we postponed last night for this. I offered to do her last night and today but she turned me down. Delayed gratification doesn’t usually seem to work out but today is an exception. The sensuousness of the woods, the company, and the impending fuck are worth not doing it last night.

She pulls the boxer briefs down, and there’s the nice touch of her hand on my shaft, grasping the base, sliding deftly and confidently up and down, not even doing the head, just leaving me to anticipate what she’ll do with that sensitive part when the time comes.

River isn’t usually much for warmup, and she seems even less interested today. Anxious to get to the good part. To feel my cock inside her. To be with me. The ambience, and the satisfaction of feeling my cock harden for her, are enough. She’s not even opening her legs to give my fingers better access. That’s a good sign. Along with her confidence about not needing lube. And getting this whole tryst set up. All I had to do was skip out on work for a few hours.

“Will you be comfortable enough starting on the bottom?” I’ll start on the bottom whether I’m comfortable on the wood floor or not. It’s always a treat when River starts on top. She pulls her panties off and rolls on top, rubs her slit on my cock. I feel the tip press against something soft and wet. She lets go, and I realize our fuck has begun. I must not be as hard as I should be or the penetration would have been more obvious. She fucks me, fondling my cock with her pussy. I’m plenty hard. She’s just unusually wet. Slipping my cock inside and sliding down it was unusually frictionless. I gasp when her pussy slides up my cock. “River’s legendary upstroke.”

We’ve both got sweaters on. Sweater sex. River thinks we could use some wool hats in the chill, too. I peek under the covers and we’ve both still got our socks on. Her sweater is nice and soft and snuggly. I’ve asked her to wear it to bed, but out here is better. She reaches up in back, unhooks her bra, slips the straps down her sleeves and somehow removes it, never missing a beat as she rides my cock. “She can fuck and remove her bra at the same time. I like it.” She lifts her sweater and shows me those nice compact tits, knowing how much I like that view, knowing how desirable she is and how horny she makes me. I reach for them, feeling their soft resistance, and her nipples harden for me.

She squats over me for single point. Just her cunt sliding up and down my fully erect cock. “You’ve been practicing. This is longer than you can usually do it.” “It’s the hard floor. No wasted energy balancing.” She’s not pulling out as far as she could and I want to whisper “full pullouts” to her but in the end I’m happier just enjoying being fucked by River, letting her run the show, just fucking back a bit and angling left and right and grabbing her tits while she fucks me. On impulse I throw the blankets off us so we can fuck with the cool breeze blowing against our parts. I like it. I feel free. But it’s too chilly for River and we hunker down under the covers again.

She puts her knees down on the floor for standard River-on-top, then rolls us over. I try to stop halfway through for a side-by-side fuck but the wood floor isn’t comfortable. We keep going until I’m on top. It’s my turn to do the fucking. One hand under her sweater on her tit. One hand on top feeling her nipple through the fuzz. She coughs a few times. I push in to feel the squeeze, and to keep from being squeezed out.

When I look down to watch the action, my sweater hangs in the way. This must be what it’s like to be so overweight you can’t see your own dick. Watching is half the fun. Even River likes to watch when we’re fucking. I try to move my sweater aside. “Now I can see your bush. But I want to see the whole thing.” I sit up and finally see my cock in her, moving in and out of the slipperiness between her fleshy lips.

I fuck her long and hard, her legs on my shoulders in jackknife, then missionary, doing River’s rhythm, a slow thrust with a firm push at the end. I look at her face and see her cute, happy smile. And I’m about to come. “I don’t want to come yet. And I don’t want to have to stop every 20 seconds. Don’t move.” We're motionless until the urge passes, then hold still longer, for good measure.

More jackknife, our new classic, until River asks me to put her legs down. Her hand goes to her button. I’m surprised. But happy that she’s going for an orgasm out here. I look forward to fucking her in it. I sit between her legs and probe her pussy with my cock, lift her leg and pull her against me with it, while she does the circles on her clit she needs to come. But she doesn’t get it this time. That’s sad. I always get to come.

We fuck some more. I take in our surroundings, the trees, the birds, the breeze, the fresh woodsy scent. It’s a nice place to fuck. “I could make a habit of this.” Skipping work to come down and fuck outside. In the woods. “Me too.”

Then she’s back on her button. This time I stay still so I won't distract her while she’s doing herself. She does better that way. I just watch her. Put my thumbs on her nipples. Feel her pussy gently tugging on my cock as she fans her fur. Sometimes that’s enough to make me come, but not today when I’ve already been holding off so long. She really wants this one. She’s working hard. Concentrating. Eyes closed. Taking a while. Good thing I’m not distracting her. I just reach for my cock and press it downwards in her cunt, towards her asshole.

“Here it comes.” I give her a few more seconds to rub her clit, then plunge all the way into her juice box and fuck her hard while she comes under me. A good one, by the sounds of it. “You can scream out here.” Out here in the woods. No one around to hear. Just us. She doesn’t scream, but she’s louder than usual, her body twisting as she comes and I fuck her in her orgasm. I’m thinking I can somehow make it through this one without holding off and join her in her second one, but listening to her come is triggering mine and I come with her, loudly, like old times, and she squeezes against me while five days of load gush into her snatch.

We have time. I fuck her for real in the afterfuck, hoping to stay hard and come again. But eventually I soften and we just lie together in our nest under the covers.

“I'm glad you wanted to have one out here. That was a nice surprise.” “I guess everything was pretty sexy.” “I was trying not to distract you too much at the end there. It seems like it’s easier for you when I’m not distracting.” “That was a good call.”

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.

A raunchy job

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

River 18, Reed 1

River is imperturbable. She feels like she's on an antidepressant. We kiss and rub against each other and get consequences and describe what it's like to each other. Hers is tingling and blood filling and pleasant weightiness. I'm the same except for the tingling. I hope the emotions and desire can last until the evening. Two more hours. I've got something perturbing in mind. I take my cialis to make sure I can follow through. That never perturbs her.

In the kitchen I'm sitting on the floor. She's standing next to me, reading something on the counter. "If I had my way, you'd drop your pants and stand over me and keep reading." "And you'd start munching?" "Yes. Am I going to have my way?" It doesn't look like it. Just as well. Our tongues are purple from eating blueberry crumble and she probably doesn't need the sugar in her snatch.

So there we are. She's got monitoring electrodes stuck to her chest. I told her I've never done it with a borg, but my hints are always too sketchy so she's got a shirt on over them because she's self-conscious. I wrongly think she's got it on to keep things safe and don't want to pester her about it. I'm too nice. I should remember to just ask for what I want. If I want to fuck a borg, all I have to do is ask and she'll comply.

River thinks I have something in mind for tonight. She's right. "I'll do you in the butt again." "As appealing as that sounds, I don't think my butt is up for it tonight." That's fine. But now what? I shaved my face before bed in the hope of eating her pussy, but she silently turned that one down already. "You said something about a vibrator. And I'm thinking of coming twice tonight." The finger vibe appears out of nowhere. I run my fingers through her bush, down her inner thighs, beside her labia, having a nice time exploring her vulva, the feel of the different parts, pressing her lips against her opening without parting them, circling her clitoris. All the while she's examining the vibe, trying to get the maximum vibration. "I hope you don't mind." "You know I tend to like the juxtaposition of the mundane and the erotic." Like talking about random things while we do it, or eating her pussy while she watches tv.

I put the vibe on. The extra thickness on my finger makes it hard to feel if I'm in the right place. She squirts on some lube and helps me get it on her clit. I circle it with the vibe, feeling it bump across, watching her, looking for clues about speed and pressure. She tilts her head back and closes her eyes. Reaches down and starts stroking my hardening cock. I let her know she can take over on her button any time she wants. There's no kind of ego thing going on with me.

After a few minutes she decides it will be better the old-fashioned way. I sit between her legs and watch her do her girl parts, her hand resting on her bush, her fingers circling her clit, her lips chasing them around. "Are you ready?" I am. Jacking off with her silicone lube while I watch and make sure her lips are spread open for my thumb, and later my cock, to go in. "I want you to say 'Fuck my pussy' when it's time." From the women's room wall. "Ok."

It doesn't take long. Just a few minutes. That's quick for River. I like it. "Here it is." It's not what I was hoping she'd say, but I'm not going to argue at a time like this. It's all slippery when it goes in and we fuck deep and hard and I cross my legs behind me and pound her and listen to her come under me and wonder what it's like for her to get fucked in the orgasm. I'm going to try for two so I'm not holding off, if I come I come, and I'm going to, so I just keep going until I come too, squeezing into her, and she's grabbing my ass and pulling me in so tight I can't even back off a little to push back in, I just feel our pubic bones grind together and enjoy it.

I sit up while my cock softens inside her. River is already going for another one. I wish I could do that but she says it used to take me about 20 minutes to recharge. Her vulva fascinates me. Her whole body fascinates me. Everything about her fascinates me. My nice soft girl. I play with myself while I watch. Squirting on the silicone lube. Fingering her pussy just a little. She's having her second one, her head tipped back, her pelvis jerking. Other than that I can't really tell it's happening. I tease her that she could be faking.

She keeps going. Three. Then she closes her eyes and holds up four fingers. We usually lose count around five but for some reason we're keeping track this time. I put my thumb on her clit and give it some circles for number seven. They get easier as she has more, but they also get smaller. So she's wondering what would happen if I fuck her in number eight. Would it be as good as number one? Would it be terrible? I might be able to, but she's already had it by the time I get my half-erect cock into her pussy. It's a slippery mess. Dripping with lube and jism. But it's crazy fun getting my cock in and fucking her like that. It stiffens up as I get into it, so to speak.

"You might be able to give me one by fucking." That would be something. She's always needed manual stimulation. "How can we get the most clitoral stimulation? You said something about it before." I try the steep angle but I can't keep my not fully-erect cock in with so much slippery. So I give her a nice hard bang like she likes. But we're not getting the right friction to keep me hard so I pull out to jack off again. We're like that on and off, her stirring her button, me fucking her when I'm hard enough, jacking off and wiping things up when I'm not, her orgasm count going up, twelve, thirteen, ... "That's a whole month of orgasms." "For me." "Right." And she has them in one night. This is easily the most we've ever counted together. And she's not stopping. What's gotten into her. And she still wants me to fuck her and have my second.

River's up to sixteen when I get hard enough to stick it in for about the fifth time and fuck some more. I've dried things up and we both feel some nice friction but it's time for another position. She got up to eighteen during that last fuck, but by now she says they're not much more than warm flushes.

I roll her onto her side. Stick my fingers in her pussy and jack off until I'm good and hard. She's a good sport. It's a good stick-in. I kneel behind her, grab her hip and rock her back and forth against me. That's more like it. A good solid fuck. We keep it in while she rolls up into doggy. I look at her ass, grab her hips, and watch my nicely hard cock push in and out of her. From my perpective it's hard to believe she's had eighteen orgasms and is still up for fucking. "You're going to be sore tomorrow." "I haven't really been fucked that much yet. You're going to be sore."

But I don't feel another impending orgasm at the end of the tunnel. If I work hard enough to get one I'll probably regret it. It's been wild, it's been fun, it's been playful and energetic, but it's time to clean up and get some sleep. River offers some action in the morning if I want it, but I have a feeling that's just the dopamine talking and she'll have changed her mind by then. She asks for a second t-shirt for clean up and I pull one out of the drawer for her.

A fucking amazing date

We both agree. That was a fucking amazing date.

Before today, October 10 2011, that was all I wanted to post here about this night. This post explains why. And this one explains why I'm posting it now.

River is beautiful. And hot. Sweater dress and scarf, black legs, hair dried straight. Dinner is excellent. Talking about how we got together, our pre-relationship, how I was attracted to her but she had no idea. The ballet is beautiful. Slender women in tutus made of cotton candy and laser beams. A buttfest of muscular men in tights.

Come home and uncork the champagne. River squirts her homemade chocolate syrup straight into her mouth. The bottle comes upstairs with one glass for us to share. Her legs are bare under her dress. What else is bare? She stands on the edge of the tub with our glass and we watch as she ballets in front of the mirror. I try to catch a glimpse under her dress.

Candles and steamy music. River stands on the bed and I kneel in front of her. “I was hoping you wouldn’t have anything on under your dress.” “How are you going to find out?” I reach my hands under and slide them up to her firm bare ass. That’s what I was hoping for. “Maybe something more direct?” I lift her dress to reveal her bush. This time I dive right in while she’s still standing, face in her bush, tongue reaching under for her slit, looking up into her eyes while I probe her. Exciting.

River lies on the bed, dress hiked up above her ass. I strip to my boxer briefs, pull her to the edge of the bed, kneel on the floor, her gorgeous pussy laid out before me for my enjoyment, and I dive into the tangy taste of her vagina, running my tongue over her labia, moving up to her clit, gazing up over her smooth tummy at the glass resting midway up her body.

I eat River’s pussy for a good long time. I’m enjoying the opportunity. She seems to be enjoying it too. Maybe it’s the champagne. Or the chocolate. Or the emotional warmup. Or the ballet. Her feet on the edge of the bed, her feet on my shoulders, her legs on my back. Our favorite tonight is her feet on my legs. My nose nuzzles her bush, inhaling her sweet scent with every breath. Her moaning and grinding back. Me humming on her clit and looking into her eyes when she lifts her head. She gets close. Then it fades.

A short break to mop things up a bit. “You’re getting me really warmed up.” I go back to get it. Hand reaching around her leg, pulling the skin up at the top of her pussy, exposing more of her clit to my tongue. She’s really into it. More moaning. More grinding. Her body trembling. I just keep at it. I could still go all night. But it fades again and we mop up some more. I think our short breaks have been good for her. They set her back a bit but she gets more aroused each time. Like when I have to take a break to hold off while we’re fucking, and it’s even better when we start again.

“That feels fucking amazing.” “What kind of girl doesn’t like cunnilingus?” “I don’t know.” Me either. “You can stick it in my butt tonight if you want. With a condom.” A brave thing for her to say. Did she have to get up the nerve? I was thinking tonight would be a good night. But she should come first. At least once. “I want to fuck you in the pussy first.” “Ok. There’s one in there. Do you want to fuck me in the orgasm?” When don’t I want to fuck her in the orgasm? “How should we get it?” “However you want.” “I’m just going to keep doing this until you tell me to stop.” She puts her legs on my back. They’re nearly together but I can still reach her pussy, looking into her eyes and reaching between her legs with my tongue, sliding it into her groove, pulling the skin at the top of her pussy to bring her clit closer. My tongue does her clit until she gets close again. She lifts her dress up, fingers moving over her breasts and nipples. I don’t stop. I can’t stop. I really want to bring her off. She’s closer than ever. When I hear her moan I know I’ve got something right and stick with it. I want to keep tonguing her clit while she comes.

She’s so close, it’s almost like she’s orgasming in my face. But she wouldn’t do that without telling me. Maybe I can’t get enough pressure for her with my tongue. I don’t want to torment her. I want her to get off. Another break to mop up. It’s been amazing, but now I’ll let her finish herself while I get ready to fuck her in the orgasm. Somewhere in all this I’ve peeled my undies off and River has wriggled out of her dress. Just the scarf left around her neck. I watch while she does her button, how fast she goes, how big. “I like to watch. Are you watching, too?” “I’m watching you. Getting hard.” “I’ve got a good hard one to fuck you with.” I move up and stick the tip in so she can feel it in her pussy. I feel her soft wetness on my head. Leave it just barely inside her. Ready to go. Not moving. Just pushing in a small fraction of an inch every now and then. Or maybe she’s scooting onto me. A little bit. A little bit more. No distractions for her. I’m going to fuck her good.

It takes only a few more minutes. “Here it is.” I’m all the way in with one push, fucking her fast, as fast and deep and long as I can while she has an amazing long orgasm, then slow down and push in deep, fucking her good, I might come but I don’t stop until I feel most of my load flowing into her, my cock pulsing a little, but it’s more like a pre-orgasm, or three quarters of an orgasm, I don’t feel spent at all, my cock is stiff as a rod, and I want to go all night with River.

“I think most of that slippery is mine now.” I slide in and out in it. “Definitely mine.” It’s insanely slippery. We have a nice slow relaxing fuck enjoying how slippery it is. I don’t think I’d intentionally lube it up this much, I like a little more friction, but it’s nice and relaxing after the all-out orgasm fuck. “It’s like sloppy seconds. Now I know what it feels like. You’ll never get away with it now.” “Not that I’d try.”

We have a good long sloppy seconds fuck. Pulling completely out and diving back in. Banging against her cervix in jackknife. Just bumping the tip in and out in our default position. I think about rolling her up so she can enjoy my hard shaft from above, so I can enjoy her on it, but we both like me on top and we’ve got such a good thing going that I’d rather stick with it. I just want to see her beneath me, let my weight press down on her, feel us fucking toether, coasting on our extended arousal levels. “I want to do this with you all night long.” “Yeah.”

But I’m thinking about what she said about the condom. And her butt. We’ve talked about it. It’s pretty far out of her comfort zone. Neither of us has ever done it. We’ll be figuring it out as we go along together. I’ve been waiting for the right time. This time seems right. And she invited me. “Where are you going?” I think she knows. “You really want to use a condom?” “Yes.” “Ok.” We’ve got a stash of them, the brand we used back in the day, Birds’n’Bees, from Sweden. Planned Parenthood used to hand them out for free. This time I had to mail-order them from Hong Kong. What did we do before the internet.

I open the package and roll one on. Grab the silicone lube. We’re not even sure what position to try. River lies face down and I lube her rubbery butthole with my fingers. Finger it a bit. Slide my sheathed cock across it. It’s just like I thought it would be. Only the light is dimmer. And I’m more nervous. We’re actually going to do it. I feel for her butthole in the candle light. There it is. I press the tip of my cock against it and give a small push. It plops right in. That was easier than I thought it would be. I didn’t even have to remind River to relax. “I think you got the usual hole.” That explains a lot. Even on a good day it can be hard to tell what my cock is bumping against. For all the sensitive nerve endings that thing’s got you’d think it would do a better job. Wrong kind of nerves I guess. And wearing a condom doesn’t help.

River gets up into doggy. Second attempt. Finger her butthole, line up, push a little, feel the head slip into her butt. Oh my fucking god. We’re doing it. It’s going into her butt. I can see it. Not as well as I’d like, but there’s River’s amazing ass and there’s my cock, partway inside it. Not beneath her butthole like usual, but in it. I like how I feel. I like how River feels. And I’m full of questions. “How’s the slippery? Are you ok?” Everything’s fine. Push in a little more, rock in and out a little, feeling her tight ring around my shaft. “Is it everything you thought it would be?” In some ways it’s even better. Her trusting me. The talk and the waiting for the right time. The invitation. And yeah it’s nice pushing my hard cock into her fucking amazing ass. Thinking about how it felt when I tried it with her dildo. And liked it.

I’m moving just a bit. Stimulation, not thrusting. Still asking if everything’s ok. It is. It’s fun being virgins with River. Doing the first time right. I hope. “We might need more lube.” I pull out slowly. That was always the strangest part, when the dildo came out all the way. And I’m already thinking about putting it back in as I squirt more lube onto my gloved cock.

River is in low doggy now. A nice relaxed position for both of us. Our second penetration goes better. This would have been a good position to try first. But it was fun fumbling around like complete beginners. Something I’ll never forget. And oh my god, I’ve stuck it in her butt twice now. I feel it slip through into her butt, small movements, letting her get used to it, wanting her not to hate it. “The feelings are confusing. Like I have to take a big crap.” I can see that. “Let’s see how much we can get in.” “Ok.” I push in a little, a little more, wondering how far in I’ll get, remembering how it felt when I pushed the dildo up my ass as far as I could, it’s still going in, almost there, just a little more, and I feel her butt cheeks against my loins, it’s all the way in, she’s taking it all the way up her ass, me giving an extra push just to be sure. “That’s everything. I can’t believe we’re doing this.” Some more gentle in and out. “Are you ok?” “Yeah.” The feelings are still confusing for her. “Would you do it again?” “Yeah.” She doesn’t hate it. She’s gone totally out of her comfort zone and doesn’t hate it. “But I think that’s all my butthole can take for now.” I’m glad she told me. I don’t want her to hate it. That was an incredible experience we just shared. I’d do it again, too.

I pull my cock out and slip the condom off. “You want to fuck my hoo some more?” “Yeah, but I want to clean up.” “We should be ok.” “I need to wash my hands.” “Thanks for being so careful.” I go off to the bathroom to wash my hands. I wash my cock in the cold water. I try to get it good and cold. “I’ve got a surprise for you.” I get my cold cock hard enough to stick back in. “It’s just a little bit cool.” “I was thinking of how you said my tongue felt cool in the hot bath water.” I’ll have to try harder next time.

We fuck and fuck. I could be with River like this all night. I sit up and hold still, pulling her towards me with her shoulders, fucking myself with her. I pull out to rub my cock on her clit some more. Wonder whether she’s got another orgasm in her. “I don’t need another one after this long. And that first one was amazing.” I wonder how many she had. Push a couple fingers into her slippery snatch for a feel. “Your box. What do you keep in your box?” My come. When I pull my fingers out they’re sticky drippy. Still mostly my jizz I think but I can’t be certain.

I get a low angle, aiming for her g-spot, pressing against her pubic bone, a few inches in and out. “I’ll come if I keep doing this.” She wants me to. I already sort of came. But I feel a normal orgasm coming on. We fuck like that for a while, not too fast, not too slow, not too deep, my feeling grows. I’m with River, my girlfriend, my sweetie, my partner in all things partnerly. I push deep and let it come, my body stiffening, my cock squirting whatever I’ve got left into her. A really intense one. Sometimes it can be almost anti-climactic after a marathon but this is a full-on climax, a perfect release of all the relaxed tension.

We stay together. Talk about trying some other positions. I think about how much lube we’ll like. I’m glad we didn’t skimp this time. And maybe doing it without a condom. “It’s like a whole new universe.”

And River just had an amazing cunnilingus experience. “That feels fucking amazing.” “I’m going to expect you to ask for it now. Eat my pussy. Right now.” It will probably be more like, I can tell River’s in the right mood when she asks for it. I hope she does.

It was all so amazing. The dinner, the ballet, the champagne, the muff dive, the fucking in the orgasm, the pre-orgasm, the sloppy seconds, doing her butt, my orgasm.

We still can’t believe we did it.

We’re in the shower the next morning. “It’s written on your forehead today. Everybody in class is going to know.” “I took it up the butt?” “Uh huh.”

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.

Three is a magic number

We're in bed at ten. River's said something about being tired. About not being as enthusiastic as she was this afternoon. I hope I'm not pressuring her when I tell her my plan. "Some muff dive for warmup. You do your orgasm and I fuck you in it." It's accepted. She knows I've been itching for muff dive. It's not her favorite thing, but ovulation is making her receptive.

"I can't just dive in, so to speak." "Why not?" "It seems too abrupt." "You need a warmup for the warmup." "Exactly." I sit next to her, run my fingers over her tummy, ribs, breasts, inner thighs, up the hairs along side her lips, onto her lips, up to her clitoris. Do the circles on it. "You're getting good at that." "I've been watching you." Her vagina makes smacky sounds as my circles open and close it. I feel myself stiffen just a bit. Do myself. "I'm responding already." "Good." Time to dive. My over-the-side position. "It's dark down here." Her parts have disappeared into shadow as I bring my face down. That's ok. I can feel my way around.

I'm surrounded by her warm and luscious scent. The way I like it. Filling me. Turning me on. Making me want to do anything she wants. Anything I want. I want to taste my sweetie's pussy, the pussy I just fucked and came in this afternoon. I stretch my tongue out to get my bearings, feeling for landmarks in the dark. Her lips. Down to her opening. A dark, sparkly taste. I like it. Up to her clitoris. Back and forth with her opening for a while, then settle in on her clit, my hands under her legs pulling her against me, sucking her clit hood, steady circles with my tongue, trying to get some good pressure on her. I'm having a good time, but I'm not sure she is, and I don't want to overstay my welcome. I sit back up and circle my fingers on her some more, enjoying how she feels, enjoying her body, enjoying her trust.

There's hope for her yet

I've been awake a while. I notice I've got a pretty good stiff. I'm expecting it to go away after a while, especially while I lay on my side. Shortly after six I snuggle over on River, enjoying squeezing my hardness against her butt as we spoon, remembering our nice grinning butt-parking snuggle as we fell asleep last night. I'm really expecting it to go away, but I give a small thrust against her every now and then, feeling the underside of my cock slide against her butt as it settles back into place, and it's just enough stimulation to keep it up. After about fifteen minutes I push it down under her butt, between her legs, feeling her bush hairs rub along its length. Every now and then I pull back a little, push forward against her, and give a squeeze to keep it hard.

She's awake. "I'm just enjoying myself back here." "You can do that." It would be nice to slide it into her, but I'm having a nice enough time without it. Really nice. Fucking with a morning erection isn't always my favorite thing. Sometimes it's harder to come than it should be. Another fifteen minutes go by, small dry humps, just enough to stay hard.

Out of my comfort zone

River is air-drying on the bed Saturday morning after her shower. “I’d do it with you but I’d rather wait until tonight and do it right.” But we put it off again until Sunday morning, planning to do it after setting Brook up with hot chocolate.

It gets late. I suggest a shower first, remembering River air-drying. We shower. Everybody is up. I’m not sure it’s going to happen. But we end up upstairs. River is wearing a blue shirt with her pink panties. A nice combination. Lying crosswise on the bed. I keep my shirt and underwear on, get on top, we kiss, I stir things around and get a good one.

River strokes me through my underwear. It’s really sensitive today. Her hand is almost too much. I reach back and finger her through her panties, taking care not to abrade her this time. We do the stick-in with panties and underwear on. River wants my underwear off and we manage to keep it in while we get it off. I like seeing her tuft of bush pushing around the edge of her panties as I look down and watch us fucking. All the way in against her cervix. We do minimagnetism, me grabbing River by the waist and moving her up and down in counter-rhythm to my thrusts. “I can’t do that very long today.” “You already had goosebumps. But it felt nice.”

River wants her panties off. Have to pull out to do that. She goes for her button. That’s kind of a surprise. The bedroom door is wide open, the kids are up, and my naked butt is pointing at the door. River’s got me a bit out of my comfort zone. But it’s ok. She’s doing her button while I idle in her pussy, small strokes, slow deep strokes. It doesn’t take very long. “Here it is.” Fuck her in her orgasm, deep and hard, sounds like a good one, I feel like I’m going to come but I want to hold off for her second one, I don’t have much room and have to rest on my knees with my legs folded up, that makes me feel girly even as I’m fucking deep into her, her orgasm keeps going and going and I might have come without really knowing it.

“Did you have yours?” “I don’t know.” That was really strange. That was like half an orgasm during a full-on fuck frenzy. Maybe it’s because I held off earlier with the goosebumps. “It feels more slippery.” Yes, it feels like I came in her. Maybe it was like a big long pre-flow that never quite got to the orgasm. “And I’m getting soft.” River goes for another one and gets it. “It’s hard for me to tell. You should make it more obvious.”

We hear Brook coming down the hall and pull the covers over us. “I think we’ve done this before.”

“That was a really nice screaming orgasm. But without the screaming.”

“You might not believe this, but you had me a bit out of my comfort zone.” “You said you can always hear Brook coming.”

Pussy-eating, orgasm-fucking sex

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

River's best-ever fuck in the orgasm

River takes a bath. That's a good sign. And she had art class today. That gets her suggestible. Susceptible. Receptile. Something like that. "Do you want to smear stuff on my feet to get in the mood?" "I'm already in the mood." But I can't resist massaging River's feet with the organic foot cream. It's hard to stop.

"This isn't very sexy talk." "No." She rolls over and shows me her butt. "Good thing you're so visual." "What's your plan?" "Because I initiated?" She rolls back over. Fingering her nipples. I oil my fingertip and join her. "That's a good plan. Fingering yourself." "Let's see if I have one in me." She moves her fingers to her button. I stay on her boobs, massaging the tops, sides, bottoms, squeezing towards the nipples, slipping them between my fingers. It's having some effect on me, but I'm not sure I'm going to get hard. We talk about her maybe doing her g-spot some day. Our talk tapers off and we start getting serious. I don't think she can really do herself while she's talking. I'm wondering if tonight is going to be come first fuck second, fuck in the orgasm, come in her second orgasm, or what. Leaning towards come first fuck second. Take some time to do things right. I finger River's pussy. And get hard. Tugging down on her opening. Harder. Feeling the ridge on the back. Spinning my finger for the right wall. The left wall. Nicely hard. The front. I try for her g-spot but the access isn't working for my index finger. I'd like to get two fingers in but it's a little tight down there today. I use my cock instead. Just a little, rubbing around her opening, dipping in, pushing it downwards towards the back. Then a shade deeper, staying out of the way, making myself feel good, showing it off, hoping I inspire River like she inspires me. She's been working at it a while, but not too long, not too hard. There's no question now. I've got a nice stiff to fuck her in the orgasm with. It's not going away any time soon. I idle and wait patiently, enjoyig watching her. "Here it comes." My cue. Push in, go to missionary, and fuck deep and hard. She takes her hand away and it's deeper and harder. A nice solid fuck while River flows under me. They always seem long when we're fucking in her orgasms, but I'm going to last through this one. Maybe come with her in her second. I'm never sure when to start backing off. Would she keep going if I kept going? Would she even want to? When is enough too much? We slow down and rest. "Should I summon up another one?" I don't really need to answer. My tongue runs over her left nipple while she does the honors. Pushing it down, scraping my tongue over it. Sit up with my hands on her boobs. Here's the second one. Missionary again, deep again, hard again, strong and solid, feeling myself push through her pussy from end to end. This one seems even better than the first. River is really thrashing and spouting out words and we both feel her cervix being mashed aside and she makes a special sound and it's long and intense and I want to last through it but I can't and it overtakes me as River the atheist is saying "oh god oh god oh god" and it's the wildest orgasm she's ever had and I'm coming too even though I wish I could keep going. Coming together in her second orgasm always seems so right. A really satisfying screw.

"That's one of those ones that only happens when you fuck me in the orgasm."

"I'm never sure when to start backing off." "You did it right. I didn't want you to come." "I didn't want to come either."

"It feels nice in here today." "I wonder what's gotten into me?"

"You're so altruistic. Having such nice orgasms for me to fuck you in."

"We'll have to do that again soon."