We squeeze something in

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Double sleeping bag test drive

River is all hot to get a double sleeping bag for our vacation. And try it out. I’m a little more reserved. It sounds like a good idea in theory, a really good idea, my kind of idea, but there are so many things that can go wrong in practice. “If we don’t like it, we can take it back.” “After two weeks?” “Sure.” And she wants to try it out tonight. I like that.

River lays it out on the futon in our library. She sure is excited about it. That’s a good thing. I bring along a washcloth and a hand towel to use as a drop cloth. She thinks my newfound fastidious streak is out of character. I’m the one who doesn’t mind sleeping on the same sheets for a while. But I’m not so sure about sleeping in a nylon sleeping bag with two weeks of accumulated crust and then returning it if it doesn't work out. But if River is for it, then I’m for it. And if it does have two weeks of crust, then it worked out and we're keeping it.

This is nice. It’s comfy. There’s plenty of room for activities. We snuggle up just like we do in bed. River rolls over for the face-to-face snuggle. Her leg pressed between mine. Kisses. She swings up on top. That’s a surprise. “We should have gotten one of these a long time ago.” She works my cock while I feel her boobs. Sensitive today. Take it easy. Her boobs always help me get hard. Am I hard enough? Feels like it. Sometimes I don’t want to look, and find out I'm not. “Am I ready?” “I’m ready.” “But am I ready?” She slides straight down onto my cock. She wasn’t kidding about her being ready. And apparently I was ready, too, because we’re having a really nice fuck.

She does single point right off and I can’t help but fuck back. She hugs in tight. Sits up straight. She must want me to really like the sleeping bag. “We’re making a wet spot. It’s on your side.” Oops. Forgot the drop cloth. I must have had something else on my mind. I can live with that.

Just when I think she’s going to finish me like this, she rolls us over. I stop us halfway. “I just wanted to do something different.” Then she’s back on top. For reverse cowgirl? No. She’s up in 135. There’s only one reason to be in that position. To fuck me. And she does.

My hands grip her ass. My thumb presses against her soft asshole. And this time I can’t resist. I wet a finger and push it into her. “Aaaa!” Surprise and alarm. But not rejection. “Sorry. I couldn’t resist.” I keep it in while she pumps me, letting it slip in and out to her rhythm. “I can feel my thing.” “The membranes are pretty thin.” It’s like having a window into her. But it doesn’t seem to be doing anything for her. Just me.

“I was wondering if you’d hello kitty me.” “Of course. Only it’s not so much me doing you, as us doing each other.” We maneuver so she’s sitting between my legs, my cock sticking in under her ass, and we do each other. Her up and down. Me in and out. Grabbing her waist. Sitting behind River like this and watching her use me as her dildo is incredibly visually stimulating. I guess that's an advantage to being a guy: she's always in front. Where I can see her. “Finish like this?” “Ok.” I let myself go. She brings me to the brink. “A few more.” I come loudly as she grinds me, keeping me coming, then settles on while I slowly recover.

We move to doggy for the afterfuck. She coughs. I’m still in. “Was that a test?” “No.” Hmm.

“It smells like sex.” “Hopefully not just any sex. Reed and River sex.”

We did WHAT with bacon?!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pulling halfway out on the futon

"When I said I wasn't sure what to do about you being so irresistible, and you said work on a plan, I wasn't sure if you were serious. So, I'm not expecting anything." "I wouldn't have teased you so egregiously."

We're in the media room. The painting River did today has been featured on the site she's on. I've been telling her how her paintings make me horny. And they do. "I want to leave a comment: Your paintings make me horny. I'd like to fuck you tonight, River." "Do you want to do it here?" On the futon. Something's gotten into her. She was the first to initiate on the futon, but this is completely unexpected. Or maybe not. She's been making art. "Sure."

Pierre and Veronique have a good time on the futon

Brook sleeps on a mattress in our room tonight while her paint dries. We'll use the futon for the first time since last summer. River is spooked by flames after thoroughly burning a quesadilla so no candles. She turns on the library desk lamp for mood. We don't even put a curtain up to block the view through the front window. Make sure the futon is far enough from the wall so we can be exuberant without damaging things. Seems a bit chilly as we get under the comforter. "This is awkward." "Because I'm not doing anything?" No, just my weird sense of humor as we wait to see how we'll unfold things. There's something about settling in together for a nice fuck. A reassuring awkwardness. It's never routine.

I've warned River that I'm not sure I've got anything. But those can turn out to be the best times. And we're on the futon. That should help. And it's actually a nice temperature. We do a classic warmup with me on top. Admiring the scenery while River feels me and I feel myself get hard. Could be a decisive stick-in. I need to work out how to reach behind me again. "Sit up on me more." That feels right. Her nipples are sensitive today. I wish I could treat them better and not use her left boob for balance so much. "I should be spraying pheromones." "You made me leak." I lose a little bit but get it back. Good enough for River to rub my part on her parts and still be decisive.

She's named my part Pierre at least for the night. Pierre and Veronique like each other and are going to have a good time tonight. Slow and deep. Unusual rhythms. Fast out slow in. Push into her hard and keep going. "You've got a nice sticky slippery today." "Further evidence of my fertility." Switching between default and missionary. Jackknife. "The front. I should call it that." "Ventral." "Not sexy." I'll probably always think of it as the top when we're doing it like this and I'm aiming for it and feeling it. "I like rubbing on you like that and feeling your bush."

In all the way so she can see how her uterus feels. It's fine. Knees up to her chest. Her right leg up. Flexible. We've done it before. Reader position I call it now. She likes it. I like it. But she can't tilt her pelvis to help get it back in, and has to reach down.

"I sure like doing this with you." "Me too." "I'm glad you wanted to fuck tonight." "Me too."

River feels a bubble. I keep it in and move aside so she can let it out. "Did you feel that?" "Now that's going to become part of our routine. When you want me to come, just fake an orgasm. And fart." I'm glad I'm no longer the only one who's done that while we're doing it. Not really something I'd want to do every time though.

I feel heavy on her in missionary. And deep. Stop for fancy hug every now and then. I haven't forgotten my plan. "Where am I going? My knees?" "Yeah." "High or low?" "Let's see." Stay still while River fucks me high. Then low. I want to sit. Lean all the way back. We've gotten into a funny diagonal angle on the futon. Reach forward. My hand on her butt, pushing her away and letting her fall back. I'm comfortable feeling powerful with River. She likes some manhandling. Playful and energetic. It's queefy but that just means we're fucking.

Back to regular doggy. I see her hand on her parts but what's she's doing down there? "Are you doing your button?" "Just holding my lips open. It's getting kind of dry." It always does like this. The lube is upstairs. I seize the opportunity to move in on Veronique and offer my oral lubrication services. River is still in doggy as I put my face up to her and plunge my tongue into her. At least I hope it's a plunge. I have a good time getting her slippery again, circling her opening and feeling her walls with my tongue, then sit up and slide Pierre back into Veronique and we fuck some more.

Then somehow we can't get it back in no matter how hard we push and I worry about losing it. River seems to worry too and we quickly get her rolled over and restart with me on top again and everything is fine. "Do you want me to be on top?" Does she think I'm working too hard? Except for some problems getting my left leg in the right places, this has been surprisingly easy. "I would be pleased and happy to finish like this. Maybe some River speed." "No, slow is good. I liked your slow orgasm." The feeling is there for a slow one. But it might take too long. Pick it up. River responds. Not as fast and hard as she seems to like best, but more her speed. I believe her when she says she likes it all though. I do. "Now I feel it." At least the finish will be slow. "Just a few more." Two maybe. Nice and slow.

My orgasm doesn't have a definite beginning or end. It melts and drips over us and bonds me to her. Sweet afterfuck. It's still pretty good when it comes out. River uses the clean shirt I just put on a few hours ago. I hope she remembers to pick up our clothes because I don't. My good leg is shaking and River is dripping as we go up the stairs. Snuggle with a not-twitchy sweetie tonight.

I seemed to be listing to the left a lot. Was it me, or the futon? I say me. River says futon. Maybe she's right. I don't remember listing on the bed. And I'm only getting stronger.

"I felt kind of like a porn star for a while there." "Did you like that?" "No, porn stars are stupid." I did have a nice view though.

Muff dive tv fantasy

“May I have the pleasure of screwing you?” River wants another butt rub tonight. On the futon. While she watches Desperate Housewives. “That would be really decadent.” I’m all for it. “I have something to look forward to.” I’ve also been wanting to do her thighs for a while, and her neck is moving up on my list.

River reads and I set up. Get the oil and a candle. Hang a blanket. Wait in the kitchen. I hear the tv come on. “I’ll be there in a minute.” She strips to her panties and lays out on the futon. They’ll be coming off soon. I strip to silkies. Not sure why I leave then on. I like being naked with River.

Oil her back to start. She reaches down and the panties come off. Her body is so amazing. The shape. The firmness. The skin. I straddle and work her back. Her legs. Her butt. How lucky can I be to have a sweetie with a butt and body like that. River is hot. And I get to massage her.

At some point I remove my silkies. We’re both naked. On her back for neck. Left. Right. Up the sides. Chest and pectorals, skirting her nipples. She sits up so I can do the front of her thighs while she finishes the show.

I’ve been thinking about whether this massage has strings. We didn’t talk about it. We just had an incredible fuck last night. I don’t think there are any strings. But it sure gets me in the mood. And then I realize. River is sitting up on the futon watching tv. Naked. I’ve told her I’ve got a fantasy of diving her muff while she watches tv. The setup is too good to pass up.

I put my head between her legs and probe with my tongue. Her parts are chilly. Her lips are cold lobes of flesh. This is a perfect opportunity to literally warm her up. River is surprised. “Do you mind?” “No.” My mouth and tongue on her lips and opening for a while. River’s pussy tastes nice. Should have stayed down there longer for the warm up. On to the clit. Not too slurpy. I like her muff growing back in. Thinking of the big circles. I hear the show in the background. This is amazing. My sweetie lets me rub her. She lets me eat her pussy and indulge a fantasy. It’s as good as I thought it would be. I could lick her for a long time. But the show ends.

“Are you having fun down there?” “Yeah. I mentioned a while back that eating your pussy while you’re watching tv has been a fantasy of mine for a while.” “It sounds familiar.” “Thanks for letting me indulge it. I really enjoyed it.” “You’re getting better at that.” Music to my ears. She was heating up. Maybe some day she’ll ask for it.

“I’ll warm the bed up.” She brushes and comes in. We snuggle. I have to say it somehow. “May I have the pleasure of screwing you?” She seems to like that. “Yes.” “I get to rub you. And eat your pussy. And screw you.” More smoochies. She reaches down for my part. “It’s interested.” “Yeah.” I like her cold hand.

I get on top. It’s not too good. It’s getting worse. “Look. Hot girl.” If I can’t get it up with my hot sweetie asking for it right in front of me with me between her legs and her pussy staring me in the face I should just give it up. I give it a good grind on her emerging muff. It feels nice but it doesn’t get much better. I wonder if it will go in anyway.

“You have a name for this. LDF.” Limp dick fuck. I push my limp dick into her and feel it pop in as I prop it up from the bottom. It starts to get it. We start to screw. “You’re really wet today.” A nice wet. Really juicy. Not so much gooey. I wonder if the muff dive has anything to do with that. It’s gotten hard. That’s more like it. Fuck with confidence now. She only lets me do one leg for jackknife. Because of the hips. I like jackknifing River any way I can.

I’m smiling like anything. She notices. “I’m screwing you.” We screw for a while but I don’t want to overstay my welcome. We go faster and I let my orgasm build until I slam it all the way in and hold it and come deep inside her again. She’s going to be dripping two days in a row. She says she doesn’t mind.

“You sure were wet today. I like the variety.” “That’s good.”

Next day. “You said getting the massage while watching tv was really decadent. I want you to know it worked for me. Like that time I did the foot rub. If you could eke out some feedback that would be nice. Not so I know you’re paying attention. So I know when I’m doing something good.”

Long sweaty fuck room sex

I’ve been anticipating all day. I tried to write a poem so River would know how I feel. I tell River I want to do it in the afternoon, no, in the morning. Instead we have a wonderful talk and I’m happy. It’s going to be good. I tell River I’m considering jacking off ahead of time so I can hold out in the evening, but I should be fine.

River is home early. Before 9. I’m upstairs sitting with Brook and come down at 9:15. River isn’t even watching tv. She’s adding and changing information in the paper she’s writing. It’s so strange how she compartmentalizes and doesn’t think about it. It’s ok with me though. I try to help her with the formatting. And I get the room ready. I know she’ll be ready.

First try for Cialis. At 8:30. It’s 10 now. River strips and gets under a blanket on the futon. I strip and join her. We snuggle to warm up. River wants a slow warmup. She likes my fingers on the outskirts of her bush. She wants her boobs sucked. And anything else that looks good. I want to suck and lick and squeeze her boobs. “Some bristle is good, I know my boobs aren’t being sucked by a girl.” Definitely not. “This boy will take care of you.” River isn’t sure whether she’s up for an O, or for oral. Sometimes she’s into it, sometimes not. We’ll skip the oral but I hope she goes for an O. Her panties are still on. She grabs my hard dick (“hot”) and rubs herself with it through her panties. “You can take the panties off whenever you want.” She pulls down the top of her panties and I can see her bush. She pulls her panties aside and starts rubbing herself. Hot. I slip it into her warm soft wetness and we fuck as she rubs. We get the panties off. The blue ones that look like they’re painted on. “I do want an orgasm.” “That’s what I like to hear.” I move my legs forward. “How long can you do this?” “I’m ok.” We’re mashing our parts together in friendly ways. I put my arms under River’s spread legs and bounce her butt for the g-spot angle. “That’s insane.” That’s my new favorite word.

“Can we do a deep position?” “Uh huh. What do you want to do?”. Jackknife. Deep. There’s the cervix. I keep asking if it’s ok. It is. It gets a good circular mashing at some point and I get worried that we’ll never be able to do it like this again. I explain how I really like the micro fuck right in the improbable place, and hitting the cervix is a bit like that. River reaches around and rubs her button. That’s a hot position to watch in. It’s so hot when she does herself. Then she puts her hands on my balls and I go insane again. That is so many kinds of good I can’t tell them apart.

Doggy style. I'm a recent convert. “How come you never asked me to do this before? You’ve always liked it.” River reaches down for her button. “Isn’t that kind of hard holding your arm up?” The answer is essentially “are you kidding?” I spread her wings. I can feel her parts wiggling as she rubs. It’s inspiring. After a while I take over on the button but my arms and legs tire quickly. I can’t hold myself up with my head like River can.

Magnetism. Flying v. Somehow we get into a sitting position. We squirm around. Then I’m lifting River by her freshly shaved underarms and dropping her back down on my cock. It’s crazy but good. So good I can do it longer than I’d think possible. “I gotta start working out.”

A break for some lube. I suggest astroglide. I lube it up and put it back in. Ahh, there it is. Missionary. Quick deep thrusts. Friction. River is always appreciative. I nearly come. “I want to hear you come. I want to feel you come. I want to make you come.” “Mmm, keep doing that.” I keep doing that. Medium thrusts in default while River does the button. River has been working hard but it looks like she won’t come. “You come. Maybe if you come I’ll come. Nothing else is working.” It’s been close so many times in so many ways. Sometimes I wonder if I’m hurting rather than helping.

I’m dripping sweat on River. It’s making her cold. The missionary was good. “What’s missionary?” This. A position I used to dismiss as a wimpy beginner’s position. Now it’s so good and intimate and powerful I want to shoot my load in missionary. I lay my sweaty drippy body on River and go for it. This will be easy. “I can feel it. My balls are warming up. The tip is getting hot. It’s spreading. Here it is!” In and out and in and in. Warm feeling.

I don’t want to stop. It’s still reasonably hard. It still feels great. I keep it going for a while. But it’s time for some sleep.

But first River needs some cereal. She wraps in a blanket and goes to the kitchen to get some and comes back. That is so cute. I’m trying out doggy positions that would let her reach her button easily. We both go to the kitchen. She cleans herself with a paper towel. I eat some yogurt. We talk about how I like her commentary and I like it when she tells me how much she likes her boobs sucked. I sure like her boobs. And just about everything else about her. “I’m going to want to do it again in the morning.” “Not me.” “I’ll be surprised if you can even walk.”

She pulls the blanket aside and there is come running all the way down to her knee. “Maybe it was a big load.” “It was only two days worth . . . but all the anticipating can increase the volume.” I think twice about doing semi-public quickies with River in a skirt and no panties. It’s really arousing though.

Breaking in the new futon

In the TV room. "My period didn't start today." That gets things stirring. "Now would be a good time." "Do you want to do it in the TV room?" Oh my yes. My surprising sweetie. We have to break in the new futon. I'm worried that the opportunity will subside while River has to brush her teeth, and we need to block the room off. I'm not that much of an exhibitionist. River gets naked and rolls into a crazy upside down position for a time. I strip to my underwear. Will this work? I have doubts. I get on top. It's working a bit. Then River gives it some nice strokes, pulls, and rubs, and uses her mouth on it. No doubt, it's working. I could get used to that. "Are you ready? Because when it gets up, it's going in." "I'm ready." And she is. It gets up. It goes in. This is supposed to be a sweet screw, but we go through all our new Reed-on-top favorites: missionary, magnetism with bounce, flying V, jackknife. Lots of g-spot. Hitting it feels good for me, too. Looking into River's face with its silly grin as we fuck on the futon is the sweetest thing. I've got a silly grin too. I'm imagining River with her clothes on as I fuck her amazing nakedness. The hall light is on and I can see her pussy clearly for the first time in I don't know how long. "How about some doggy?" But we only make it to butt position. "Mmm, that's what I wanted." And I want to come this way. River has her left hand down on her button. After some sweet fucking I come in her pussy.

"Can I look at your pussy?" And what a sight it is. The wings with the handles and the bush and the improbable spot with its frill. I want to put my mouth on it.