We hear voices

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Worth not waiting for

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was worth not waiting for.

Morning

I’m awake on and off from 4:30am. I get this crazy idea to fuck River this morning. I snuggle on her and wait. How can she sleep so long? Even when she looks at the clock she doesn’t wake up. Around 7 o’clock she might be awake. I snuggle on her some more and she still doesn’t wake up. What should I do? Sit on her, wake her up, get hard, and fuck? Too cliché. I know. Back rub. It’s been a while. I hope a back rub in the morning will be a treat.

My cock nestles against her ass while I do her rub. Not that I notice that much. All of my attention is on her. The muscles near her scapulae. Supraspinatus. Infraspinatus. Rhomboid. Her erector spinae seem especially meaty this morning.

My plan unfolds. “I’m going to get hard. We fuck. I come on your back so you don’t have to drip.” “Ok.” I hope I remember that last part and don’t get carried away.

It’s time. My cock has been leaking quite a bit. I take advantage of the nice lubrication, spreading it over my glans. When I move my thumb to River’s pussy I get hard in a hurry. It sounds wet. “This should be good enough.” The first inch pushes in under her ass. The second inch. “Definitely.” And we fuck.

Sometimes this position seems all about me. It’s like that now. I fuck how I want. As long as I want. But will I come? Maybe this will be another plan that doesn’t quite work out. Maybe we’ll finish later. I squeeze her ass cheeks together over my cock. Press my thumb against her perineum to guide it back in when I pull all the way out. We get some good stuff going with River’s hands on the wall. There it is. Faster. Can’t forget.

I feel like something may already have leaked into her just before I pull out and let my come puddle at the top of her butt crack. “So thoughtful.” I’m glad I remembered. Even though it’s fun getting carried away.

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.

It all comes from the same place

We pull it back together in the afternoon. “I admit I’m thinking of taking advantage of my sleep-deprived sweetie tonight.” “You can do that.” But I end up crashing in bed while River reads to Brook. My thoughts drift into dreams. There’s nothing like coming out of a sleep and fucking.

When River comes in she’s naked. “Did you say something about a plan?” “No, but I’m thinking we snuggle for a while, and then it all just comes from the same place.” “Yeah, something sweet.” So we snuggle, and talk, and it’s working for me. It really does all come from the same place. “I’m getting what I need. What kind of warmup do you need?” “A backrub?”

I straddle her and use the cotton-candy oil, rubbing my cock in her ass crack, trying to keep it hard while I do her back. “Everything you’ve done on my shoulders is amazing.” “That’s surprising. I’m really distracted back here.” And my erection is slowly flagging. But that’s ok. I oil up her ass cheeks, push them around with one hand while I get myself hard again. She tilts her ass for me and my thumb finds her pussy opening. Her pussy makes nice thick wet smacky sounds as my thumb stirs it. Should I surprise her and slip into her ass? No, tonight isn't the right night. My cock slides into her pussy with smooth authority. “That was decisive.” I’m glad she liked it.

It’s a long sweet fuck in butt position. Slow for me to savor. Fast for her pleasure. We roll over. River is on her back, I’m on my side, pushing her leg to her chest with my arm, reaching around it to squeeze her tits, fucking. She stretches her leg over and rests it on my shoulder. We look at each other through the tangle of body parts. “Come here often?” “Not as often as you.” “Good one.” Maybe I can do something about that. Her clit is easily accessible. This is a fun position. I do the circles on it while we fuck. It seems to do something for her. It certainly does something for me. But it’s not in the stars tonight.

So I go on top. But she plants her feet and arches and fucks me while she’s on her back. I hold still while she slips her pussy onto my cock and back off. She can fuck me like this until I come. I smile when she gets greedy, pulls off too far, my cock springs out and I push it back down for her to remount. The soft sleeve of her vagina is almost getting me there. I can’t hold still any longer. I fuck back. But if I’m fucking I’ll do it my way tonight. Missionary. Feeling my ass rub her feet as it bobs up and down behind me with the motion of my cock driving into her in front of me. Is it as interesting for her? Do the sensations on her feet and in her pussy connect for her, like my sensations connect and enhance for me?

Into jackknife for the finish. We’re far outside the zone of a sweet fuck. Well into raunchy. But River says things can be sweet and raunchy at the same time. And she’s right. It’s still sweet, feeling her beneath me, kissing while my cock slams her cervix, her moans making my orgasm swell, and smiling at how sweet it is to hold still while my come pumps into her. And how raunchy.

I grin for several minutes. Feel her squeeze. Feel her push. Feel her overcome my fading erection. “That was a squeeze and a push.” “You should do the squeeze while we’re doing it.” “I do.” “Oops.”

That was a good emotional warmup for me. Now I want to talk in the afterglow. But River has been severely sleep-deprived the past two nights. And I got to pre-sleep before we fucked. It will be sweeter to let her sleep. It only takes a few minutes for her to drift into dreams.

I’ve been having a really fucked up week

I’ve been having a really fucked up week. River wants to know how she can help me feel better. I’m not sure I’m ready for her to give me ideas. But food and a back rub would be welcome. “That works for me.”

She changes clothes. I unhook her bra through her shirt and she pulls it out her sleeve. I feel her from behind in the kitchen. Her firm nipples sitting on her compact tits. “Am I giving you ideas?” “Just two.”

I wait for her in bed. She comes in. Strips. Sits on me. Oils me with the cotton candy. I sigh as she gets creative on my back and ass. I’m wishing she’d stick something in it. “You’re really on tonight.” I don’t want it to end. Well, maybe. “Are you going to fuck me?” “If you like.” I don’t even have to answer.

She’s got a mystic move that’s supposed to give me sexual energy. “Let’s see if it works.” She rolls me over. It hasn’t worked yet. But it’s a nice thought. She strokes my cock. Now I feel sexual energy. Sits where I can feel her tits. How she gets so much sexual energy into those things I’ll never know.

“We forgot to wash hoo this morning.” I usually wash it for her during our morning shower. I remember forgetting. A fucked up week. “Is that a hint?” I’ve told her if she ever wants to wake me from a coma she can just put her pussy in my face and let me smell it. She straddles my face. I press into her mufff. Mmmm. My tongue reaches out for her. “That’s not smelling me. That’s washing me.” I feel like a mama cat. With an erection. She slips onto it. And fucks me.

She does single point. It’s my favorite, but getting it every time is like always getting a huge slice of nice tart cherry pie for dessert. With chocolate and real whipped cream. This time I fuck her back. Put my hands under her ass, lift her, drop her back onto my cock. Until we tire and she rolls us over.

She wraps her legs around me. We fuck fast and hard and deep, my hands on her head and shoulder pulling her against me. I feel pre-orgasm come starting to flow already. Slow down and pull all the way out each time then plunge back in and push to her cervix. “You’ve got good aim tonight my dear.” Don’t I always?

My orgasm is close. I push in deep and don’t move. I don’t have to. I’m over the edge. I wait. River waits with me. And my cock jumps inside her as my body releases and my jizz spurts into her, one, two, three, ...

“That was a really nice back rub. I was taking notes.” “And doing it was nice, too.”

We’re glad we found a smell that turns her on. “Next time we’re at the shop I’ll check the P section. For pussy. Or would it be under V?” “Maybe C.” Or R. For River’s pussy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I was almost asleep.”

“We can go to that Italian restaurant. Come home and I rub your post-hike butt and whatever else you want. And then we’ll fuck.” “Sounds lovely.” I’m happy the rest of the day thinking about rubbing her butt.

River has a really fine ass. I’ve worn out many adjectives describing it. “Amazing.” “Perfect.” “Trim.” Not particularly descriptive adjectives. To me, it’s the perfect girl ass. What I’m hoping to see when I look at a girl’s butt. Just the right amount of shape. Unmistakably girl. Looking comfortable in a pair of old and somewhat loose jeans. Looking firm with a skirt wrapped around it. Looking edible in a bikini bottom. Looking smooth and supple and inviting as she turns and shucks her clothes, hoping I’m watching. I am.

Our new oil has a scent like cotton candy. I’m pushing her lightly oiled butt cheek around, pressing my fingers into it, squeezing it with my thumb, pushing deep circles in her gluteus minimus between her trochanter and her iliac crest. Her ass reminds me of firm jello. I visualize River's ass molded in jello. Cherry red. On the dining room table. We’ve almost thought of that before. “When are we going to make the plaster cast of your ass?”

I rub her back. My cock nestles aggressively in her butt crack. The increased hardness says it likes it there. I grab her cheeks, push them together, make them brush my cock, up and down. It gets harder, but not hard enough. Press it into her valley with my thumb, dry hump between her cheeks, a touch of oil improving the friction.

When my cock is prepared my thumb guides it into River’s vagina. And we fuck. Nice and easy. Warm sensations of being inside her. Thinking of where it goes. How impossible this seems. Our complementary parts. How we both like it.

I rub her back while we fuck. Indulging myself. Two of my favorite things. My hands outside, palms slipping down the curve of her sacrum, fingertips pushing up beside her spine to her trapezius muscles. My cock inside, anchoring me.

I roll her into spoons, first my hips driving my cock up into her, then barely thrusting while my hand rocks her against me and I fuck myself with her pussy.

Spoons is just a way station tonight. We roll in opposite directions and I’m on top. Face to face. Intimate and bonding. Energetic. Deep. I feel myself start to come. Almost. I keep thrusting into the feeling, slowly, winding up, until the first spasm of orgasm shoots my jizz into her and releases the tension.

“I was almost asleep while you were doing . . . something.” “You know I wouldn’t mind if you fell asleep. I was even wondering if I could.”

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.

“You sure are nice to do this with.”

“You can feel my ass if you want.” That’s good to know. I’ve been feeling it for a while as we hug. I’m glad she’s not proprietary about her body where I’m concerned. Her firm cheek fits into my palm, I pull her against me, rub our bodies together, feel the response in my crotch. She takes her bra off under shirt. I see nipple. “For your feeling pleasure. Some delayed gratification. A preview.” “This is how we should start. One of us seducing the other.” “I’d take you up on that if I didn’t have so much crap to do.” I wish I could help her. I try. But sometimes it seems like she wants to make things hard on herself.

I warm up River’s side of the bed for her. My sleepy mind presents itself with two choices, and thinks it must decide. Move to my side so I don’t fall asleep on her side and become an obstacle. Or stay on her side so I can pre-sleep and River can wake me up to fuck. My sleepy mind does the best it can. I move over.

I’m not asleep when she comes in. “I’ll give you a back rub.” “I wouldn’t turn that down. Lower back and left butt cheek.” Her elbow on my butt goes right where I need it. Her hands flow over my back, fingers rippling. Everywhere she touches is the right spot. “You’re really on tonight. I’m really relaxed.” “You can just fall asleep if you want.” No. I can’t. She lays on top of me. Her muff brushes my butt crack. Her right leg slips between mine, then her left leg, opening them up. Like I do to her. “You want raunchy?” I open my legs as far as I can. River mock-fucks me, lying between my legs, holding herself up, humping against my ass. It’s not as easy as it looks. She closes my legs and straddles me and her pubic bone bumps a slow cadence against me. Now I know what it’s like. Barely. “This is kind of sweet. I wouldn’t mind this at all.” “We should do face to face. But I don’t have a plan.” “I lie on my side. You reach from behind and I get hard. Then whatever happens, happens.”

I lie. She reaches. I like her doing me from behind with her hand. It’s like doing myself, only better. “This is reminding me of the time we did this standing in front of the open balcony door.” “The carefree days before nursing school.” We both feel the sudden increase in rigidity that means I’m ready. “You should be more confident in your left hand. I am.” She strokes my now-hard cock. Her cock. I wonder how that feels for her, going from limp to ready at her touch. Flattering, she’s said.

We roll into jackknife. Her legs on my shoulders. She did a good job on me. I rub my stiff shaft against her slit. Push it down until it finds her opening. And we fuck. “Not so deep again.” I fuck against her g-spot. I sit and press her legs together in front of me and watch as I fuck the sweet hole beneath them. River pushes against the wall. I push into her. Lift her ass by her legs. She feels solid. Buck my hips and push into her. She feels yielding. Move both her legs to one shoulder, wrap an arm around them, brace against the bed with my other hand, and fuck. And fuck. And fuck.

“You sure are nice to do this with.” “You, too.”

Phone sex

“I’m at your beck and call.” River is on the couch. Incapacitated. “Beck me. Call me.” “You can make dinner.” I work my way through the vegetables for pico de gallo, prep the chicken for grilling. I pop into the living room every now and then for a visit. Smooch. Rub her feet. Suck her toes. “You making dinner is really hot. I'm getting turned on.” That’s giving me the obvious ideas. “Or maybe it’s watching David Byrne in this video.” Stop Making Sense. My suggestion. “I approve. You can get turned on by whatever you want.” And so can I. Even if all I can think of at the moment is sexy accents. “And we can do something about it together.”

I’m in the bathroom and I hear River’s voice. On the phone. At 10 o’clock? In the bedroom? That’s unheard of. I quickly stifle my reflex to be offended. She has a good reason. And this is an opportunity. River knows my fantasy of her doing me on top while I’m on a phone meeting. I can switch things up and do her while she’s on the phone with a friend.

I walk to the foot of the bed and strip. Purposefully. I want my intent to be clear. She’s wearing shorts. I pull them down. She doesn’t seem to mind. Helps, even. When I reach for her panties she lifts her legs in the air for me to whip them off and throw them aside and reveal her neatly manicured bush and her lush lips. I could eat her. But I’m naked for a reason. I want to go all the way. While she’s on the phone.

She keeps up her end of the conversation as I spread her legs, sit between them, circle her clit with my thumb, and start working up an erection. She’s still talking like nothing is happening. From her point of view, maybe nothing is. But I know she’s getting something out of this or she wouldn’t be doing it. My thumb slides down to her pussy opening and feels her wetness while my cock starts to stiffen. I want to stick it to her while she's talking. See if I can make her gasp. River’s friend will never know we’re fucking while they talk. Or will she? But their conversation ends before I have my chance. Thirty more seconds and I would have been there. Maybe it wasn't doing anything for her after all.

“Didn’t you skip something?” Her back rub. With oil. Her lower back needs some attention. I give it to her. I always enjoy touching her. Any part of her body, with any part of mine. “I’m almost putting myself to sleep tonight.” We’d better get to it.

We do the stick-in in default, me pulling the skin tight above her slit as I push in. When the head of my cock is secure in her pussy I roll left and we fuck with her legs over my hips, her feet on my ass pulling me in. It’s a nice position to explore her pussy with my cock. Unhurried. “You feel nice.” She’s got her classic post-period goo today, thick and nicely slippery. “And those are some impressive sounds.” My cock smacking in and out, a steady rhythm at varying depths, her pussy giving a particularly affectionate squeeze tonight.

I want to go deeper. Maybe this will work. I pull her legs towards me, hold them against me, slide one onto my shoulder, curl my top leg over her hip. It works. It’s close. And intimate. And deep. A good long fuck. Neither of us talking.

I want an interlock finish. It’s been a while. I miss it. I shift us into position and there’s the characteristic feel of penetrating River in interlock, through the frill of her improbable spot, into her pussy, long and deep and relaxed.

I should be coming. Why am I not? Are River's secretions too slippery? No, she feels nice. I don’t know. But I know how. I move my hand up to her nipple and focus on the feeling of orgasm, the warm feeling that starts on the ridge of my cock, spreads down the shaft to my balls, then explodes and pumps my load out. I think about how much I enjoy River, how much I enjoy being with her, how much I enjoy doing things with her, doing this with her, how warm she makes me feel. And I come, feeling warm, feeling friendly, feeling loved.

A quick pullout tonight, my cock popping out of her. We clean up and sleep well.

That makes a three-fuck weekend

“Should we go upstairs and get naked?” How could I turn that down. The irresistible River has invited me to massage her ass and hips. I’ve been using my elbow on her ass cheek, through the faded denim of her comfy-cute jeans, and I’m eager to continue on her properly exposed butt. In the bedroom I oil her ass to a silky-smooth friction. Rub my fingers around the muscles of her hip joints until she purrs. Learn about her gluteus minimus, one on each side. It makes me horny when she goes latin on me.

Her butt has its customary chill. I spread her cool cheeks and her pussy makes succulent smacky sounds as it opens and closes. We laugh at that together. And I get hornier. After last night’s midnight fuck I’m not expecting anything today, and River doesn’t seem to be thinking in that direction, but she knows what usually happens when I sit behind her ass and let my hands wander over her body. She usually warms up to the inevitable.

My hands move to her back, going over all the spots we like. I’m in a creative mood and she just relaxes into it. After twenty minutes I leave one hand on her back and start stroking my cock with the other, getting ready. She knows what I’m doing. She waggles her butt invitingly. My thumb drifts towards her pussy opening. Despite all the smacky sounds it made earlier I can’t work my thumb between her lips. She wiggles some more, angles her butt, and pushes back. There it is.

Feeling her wetness always gets me harder, and my cock is quickly standing up, seeking the warm moisture under her chilly ass, straining to be put into her comforting pussy. I line it up. It inches into her. We fuck. I whisper in her ear. “I sure like doing this with you.” She whispers back. “So do I.” My balls slide along her leg. My cock fucks into her, right under her gorgeous, just-right ass. Her butt always makes me think of the same thing. I ask. “Do it in your butt?” Silence. She’s trying to figure out a way to say, not this time. She wants more warning. That’s ok. It just seemed like a good night, good emotional and physical connections from all the work and gardening we did together this weekend, rubbing her sore muscles, and now a nice fuck in her welcoming pussy.

I have another suggestion. “Low doggy?” She gathers her legs under her. I drop my ass nearly to the bed to stay inside her, then watch my rigid cock work its way into her soft pussy and glide back out. It feels huge, taking a long time going in, a long time back out, then back in, and out, and River’s pussy is feeling especially friendly today. “That was a good call.” The low doggy. I’m glad I made it. I’ll be happy to come this way. Delirious. I slow down and enjoy every lush sensation of the push in, and the pull out, our parts sliding together, skin on skin, slow and wet and delicious, my desire to come building with every stroke. I know how it will feel to explode into her, my balls pulling up, my cock throbbing as my load spills into her, her pussy squeezing back. My breath comes in whispered shudders as my cock slowly slides into her, out of her, my orgasm edging closer, stroke by slow stroke. A warm tingle of cold spreads over my body, from my hips, up my back, down my legs. “I’m gonna come.” A few more slow strokes and my orgasm is mind-blowing, literally taking my breath away, my whole body electrified. Where am I. What am I. I don’t know. I don’t care. I’m with River. River’s with me.

It’s still early. Can I stay hard and come again? River lowers her head, her back angling smoothly up to her ass. Is she trying to keep from dripping, or just getting more comfortable? We have a serious bang of an afterfuck for a while. I try to get that feeling of impending orgasm, imagining it right around the rim of my cock head, but I’m drained and it’s not happening. We clean up. River doesn’t even leave to go drip. That’s so cute.

Half-orc pussy

"I'll see you in bed." That sounds friendly. "I'll be up soon." When I come up she's on the bed, her freshly trimmed bush not looking too different, but even the subtle change is interesting.

River's got the body butter. "Would you slather me?" I think she knows the answer to that. I peel, she rolls over, and I sit on her legs behind her butt. Slather her back, gaze at her butt. "That is an amazing butt you've got. I can't imagine any girl's butt looking better. I really can't." "Thank you." She doesn't mind hearing that. I'm just being honest. And her butt is going to look even better in some of the positions she gets into tonight while we're fucking. She's got a lot of other great attributes that I also can't help but gush over periodically. She's sweet. Smart. Fun. Funny. Thoughtful. Level-headed. Fair. I could go on. Her being incredibly hot is just a bonus. I don't know how I could get so lucky. Fortunately she thinks she's lucky, too.

I slather her back for a long time, working the butter into her skin. I could slather her all night. I remember the first time I did a massage on her. Her whole body. I was dripping sweat by the time I finished. It must have been summer. And then we had some amazing sex. Our second time, I think. She started on top, like she did the first time. Today she asks me to work some muscles between her shoulder blades, and sighs contentedly when I press into them.

I butter down to her ass, running my fingers and palms over her cheeks, peering between her legs at the tufts of fur around her lips, wanting to taste her pussy. "You've been a good boy. Would you like a reward?" Two responses flash into my mind. The first is "yes, mistress." But I go with the second. "Some half-orc pussy?" Our son is wanting to play D&D. We've been rolling up characters. A half-orc rogue for her. A human monk for me. We've been talking about how our characters would get along. "The half-orc would have to initiate." "I think she would." We laugh about orcs farting while they do it. Part of the full orc mating ritual experience. If it happens, it happens. Almost a badge of honor. A monk won't be disturbed by such earthly earthiness.

River rolls onto her back to offer my reward. I wonder how hard I'll get tonight. She's alluring, all cute face, small tits, and trimmed bush. But we hear kids wandering in the hall. Going downstairs for snacks. They're not old enough to be spying on us yet. River gets up to make sure they're ok, then shuts our door. That's serious.

When she comes back I'm sitting on the bed with an amazing hard on springing up between my spread legs. It's almost like it came up by itself when I wasn't looking. I take my hands away and let it stand up, proudly erect. If anything it gets harder with an audience. "Would you like to hello kitty onto that?" "Uh huh." She gets on the bed in front of me and backs her amazing ass up to my cock. Maybe she'll take careful aim and just back all the way onto it with no hands. But she reaches under, lines things up, then slowly slides her pussy down onto me. And fucks me. I lean back, my hands on the bed behind me and fuck back, then let her do all the work while I watch her ass going up and down and feel her cunt tugging my cock and see my cock going in and out of her under her amazing ass.

I lay all the way back onto the bed, my head tipped off the edge, and enjoy her enjoying herself. She's good at enjoying herself. I straighten my legs out on either side of her, lift my head up, and the view is incredible. I can't believe how nice her ass looks. I wish she could see it, flowing down from her waist into the glorious smooth globes of her cheeks, spread wide with a sweet gap between them, her pussy underneath still riding my cock. I lift my legs onto her back, then pull my knees to my chest, my cock sticking down lewdly between them for River to fuck herself on.

"That's an interesting view." How is she getting a view when I'm hiding behind her? "Your butthole and balls, and nothing else." She's bent completely forwards, her head on the bed, staring back between her legs. Crazy weird.

I sit back up and take my turn, fucking her in low doggy, pushing in until I feel her cervix moving aside to make room for me. The reading light by the bed casts an interesting shadow on the sheets, River's tit hanging down from her chest, looking larger than life, the nipple protruding enticingly, begging for a feel. I grab her tits, pushing her nipples into her chest, then pulling them to the sides as we fuck.

River rolls over and flips a leg over me. "Where are we going?" "Wherever." We stop halfway through, our legs scissored together, my hard cock still fucking into her. I feel like a lesbian, grinding against my partner's pussy, and push into her as far as I can, feeling her grind back against me, her bush rubbing nicely against the inside of my thigh as my cock slides into her and we mash together.

"This is turning into an all-out marathon." "Yeah. There sure are a lot of ways to do it." A playful, energetic, creative, interactive fuck session. It's been a while since we've had one like this. It's just what we needed.

Enjoyable as the scissors fuck is, I know River was aiming to be on bottom. I sit up and maneuver us into default, my cock staying in, and we have another nice basic fuck, a steady bang, in and out, like yesterday morning. River is really going nuts, grabbing me, fucking back. I'm almost going to come, but sometimes the longer we fuck the harder it is to come, and it's easy to hold off today without slowing down. But my nipples are begging her to slip her thumbs onto them, and if she does I don't think I'll be able to stop myself.

"Sorry for getting off on you so much." What's she worried about? "That's what I'm here for. I get off on you all the time." It seems that things are really hitting her g-spot today. Maybe it's because I've got such a nice stiff, always angling up. Maybe it's her post-period horniness. But my next thought is to do her in the steep angle that I really like, so I move my hips forward until my cock is dropping towards the bed when it penetrates, and hold myself up on my hands and knees and fuck hard while River opens her legs wide into what's becoming her trademark vee and I put my hands on her boobs to hold myself up and my cock is hitting her pussy opposite to her g-spot but her sounds tell me she's still really liking it and she's going wild, something is really hitting the spot today, and the stimulation of my cock head slipping in and out of her opening at this angle is unbelievable.

But my knees keep slipping back until we end up in standard missionary, deep and slow, feeling every inch go in, and every inch come out, squeezing in hard at the end of each stroke, angling left and right, remembering how River kept lining things up a little off-center when she was doing hello kitty. "Fancy hug." "I like feeling all the skin. And there are some really nice sensations today." We're both in good form. And we sure like each other. We've had a couple lube breaks, River doing the oil this time, me liking the feeling of her fingers spreading it on my shaft while it's sticking into her pussy, and how good and smooth things feel when we start back up.

"How do you want to finish?" "Finish?" We've been at it quite a while. A marathon. I guess we should finish. "Me on top?" It's a nice offer and I hate to turn it down but I've got something in mind. "How about this?" I pull her legs up under my arms, put my hands under her knees, lift her ass with what energy I've got left, and bang her. This should be back to the g-spot. "Mmm, that's nice." "The plow, you named it. You've got a nice furrow." And it will be a good come, when it happens. If it happens. We've been doing it so long it might be a problem. But not a big problem.

I plow her furrow, then bend her legs against her chest, her pussy rocking upwards towards me, and fuck her for all I'm worth, getting off on her, laying my head against her leg, feeling intimate, feeling the warmth of my orgasm building in my crotch. It's a huge come, my head turning from side to side, squeezing my cock deep into her pussy for each spurt. I'll fuck her half-orc pussy any time.

I've left my t-shirt on the radiator to warm it up. River appreciates it as she wipes her pussy with it. All I can do is collapse on the bed and breathe hard, trying to catch my breath.

"Wait till I tell the guys back at the monastery about what I just scored. I'll spread the work about half-orcs, if you spread the word about monks." "Our allegiance is sealed. Our people will have a long and happy life together."

Trimming the bush

River is cold and runs a hot bath for herself. I sit in my usual and customary spot next to the tub and admire the scenery for a while, then shave my face. When I finish I get a fresh razor and shave River's legs for her. She calls me her aesthetician. I'd rather be her stylist. "You can wax me." "Your legs?" "My bush." That's the first time she's offered. I've got a small amount of experience waxing myself. Or sugaring, rather. I like bush. It's girlie. It turns me on. But she'd be cute with a landing strip.

She dries off, runs a fresh bath for Brook, and I follow her into the bedroom with the hair scissors. "What are those for? For this?" "Yes." For her bush. I'm her stylist. We've talked about it before. But the timing has never worked out. She puts her towel out on the bed and lies down. I trim. A bit timidly. Not nearly down to the skin, like when I'm doing myself. And I'm not trimming much in the places we might wax later, firstly because trimming there can cause irritation, and secondly because we might wax there later. But to her it sounds like I'm cutting huge swaths. "This is all I've done," I say, and grab a few tufts of curly bush hair from the towel to show her. She takes the scissors and does a much bolder job than I did. Still not nearly as much as when I do myself. I think she's even trimmed the cute tuft at the apex of her pussy that I like to look down at when we're doing jackknife.

Her neck has been bothering her. I oil my fingertips and give her the on-her-back neck massage that I've been hinting at for weeks, holding her head turned one way, then the other. Then her ears and face, thumbs smoothing across her forehead. More oil, under the covers to her chest, giving her muscles some nice work before moving to her nipples. "My inclination is to dive your muff." I've even got a fresh shave. No irritating stubble. And it's been months. But she's worried about the kids coming in. I think it's just an excuse. What kind of girl doesn't like cunnilingus? At least she's merely ambivalent about it now. That's an improvement. And she does like to fuck.

"Mom! I'm done with my bath!" Saved by the bell.

Follow up: Having her bush trimmed to about half length made River itchy, even in front. Now I feel bad. She says that's happened before, but she forgot. "Maybe we should have trimmed almost all the way to the skin, like I do on myself?" "I don't think so." But she's a good sport. She's still talking about us waxing out a landing strip.

Typical weeknight fuck

A typical weeknight fuck for us. I light the candles while River is in the bathroom. She wants to get all her studying out of her mind and go to sleep. I can help with that. We snuggle for a while, then I do a back rub for her, no talking, just relaxing and luxurious. I move down to her perfect ass and take my time on it. Then stroke my cock with one hand while I probe for her pussy with the other. She tilts her ass to give me better access, and reaches her hands back for my legs. I press my thumb under her butthole until her lips part and let it in. The nice wet sounds of her pussy get me harder. I guide my cock in under my thumb, pressing in, pressing further in, then back out and stir things around until we have a nice fuck going. Straddling her. Laying on top of her. Fucking her. I speed things up and River puts her hands on the wall to push back. I sit up with my hands on her back, then press my thumb between her pussy and asshole, using it to keep my cock from springing up when I pull all the way out and push back in.

Her cute butthole tempts me. I slide my thumb up to it, press against it, feel the firm, rubbery circle. My subconscious links my thumb, her asshole, and my cock, turning me on, making me want to come, and in a few more thrusts a powerful orgasm makes me push in deep. "Ow!" Too deep. Back off, easier thrusts, squishing around in her pussy, keeping my orgasm going, a nice long one.

We stay connected while we talk. "That definitely took my mind off things. You do a better job than the professionals." She just had a massage the day before. "That's because they're not sitting on you naked." I hope.

Bedtime massage

I'm not sure I've got anything tonight. But I feel blood going to the right place when I snuggle River. It's been a while since we've done the massage and butt position stick-in. This would be a nice night. I roll River onto her front, oil her back, and do the massage. When I lean forward my cock rubs against her ass and starts to stiffen. When I finish her back I oil up her butt. How I ended up with a sweetie with such an amazingly perfect butt, I'll never know. My cock stiffens as I run my thumb and finger along it, sliding sensations up and down the shaft, and squeeze River's butt cheeks with my other hand.

But I'm wanting something more interesting than our standard butt position stick-in. "Inviting?" "Ok." River bends her knee out to the side invitingly. I straddle her other leg and squeeze my hard cock into her waiting invitation. "Mmm, nice," she says. My fuzzy balls slide along her leg as I push into her wetness, pull out, push back in.

Eventually we move her legs back together and fuck in butt position. I'm doing most of the work, but it's nice to feel her butt wiggling under me and watch River move it up and down, countering my thrusts. We have a nice fuck then I come inside her.

"We're supposed to be on your schedule this year." "I wanted to do it tonight." "What a coincidence. So did I."

Midnight oil

River is fidgeting in her sleep and wakes me up. It seems like the middle of the night but the clock says 11:30. Sometimes rubbing her legs with oil will quiet her down. I get up, pour some oil into my hand, and smooth it over her legs, then her feet, then work up each leg to her hips, front, back, sides, spreading evenly. Up her stomach to her chest, shoulders, down her arms. I pour more oil into my palm and do her pussy, up and down the grooves, oiling her lips. She rolls over and I spend a lot of time on her back and butt.

I get myself hard while I keep rubbing her butt, my hand pushing her cheeks around, my thumb running over her butthole, my other thumb circling into her pussy. I'm not getting as hard as I'd like, but it's hard enough, and I slip it into her pussy using my thumb as a guide.

It's a nice butt position fuck, sitting up massaging her back, pulling her hips towards me, squeezing her cheeks together, pulling them apart, slipping the fingers of both hands between her legs. It's warm and comforting. But it's one of those times when it seems all about me, like something I do to her. I'm going the slow speed that I like, enjoying the friendly sensations of her body against mine and my cock slipping in and out of her pussy. I should finish and let her go back to sleep. I find a nice angle for a slow finish. I want her to feel me coming. A few more easy strokes and I'm coming, holding still as I let my cock throb and spurt inside her, feeling my jizz flow out.

She wipes herself with a t-shirt and quickly falls asleep without fidgeting.

A few days later I ask River about my "all about me" feelings, and she assures me it was a lovely time, possibly as close as I'll get to doing her in her sleep.

"That slow one was for you." "I enjoyed it." "I enjoyed it too."

A good decision

River air dries after our shower. I admire her body and the person who's using it, stroke her bush, and learn more about her clitoris. I rub her back and neck where she asks me to. When I'm done I can't resist. Push her back on the bed, get on top, and we kiss like we mean it. I'm getting hard. River is having a hard time with decisions. I decide. Seize the moment. Don't miss a warmup like this, even though she's offered a muff dive opportunity tonight. I roll a condom onto my nicely hard cock, lube up, pull her to the edge of the bed, and we fuck, like we mean it, fast, long, repetitive, reaching for her shoulders to pull her against me. I hold off once, she feels my cock twitching at her entrance and wonders if that's it. But there's more. Back at it. She wants me to come this time and I do, easily and noisily, wondering how I look when I'm enjoying the release as much as I do. We both agree it was a good decision.

Low-impact fucking

River is dealing with a yeast infection. We plan on being good to go tomorrow evening. Good thing we're on her schedule this year. I wake up with a hardon that won't quit. Spoon on River. Thunk my cock down under her butt. Feel it press against the curly hair on her vulva. Snuggle. Talk. Dry hump. Better than no hump. Still feels nice. Still intimate. Definitely non-routine. We like that.

Her neck is sore from last night. Oil my fingers and rub it, her on her back, me straddling her. She's nice to look at. The small breasts I love. The nip of her waist. The triangle of her bush. Her relaxed face.

"If you roll over I'll do your back." She does. I do. A good opportunity for a "no-strings massage" where we don't fuck afterwards. Seems like a good idea every now and then. She gets the massage because it's something I like to do. Not just something I like to do to get her in the mood. Sitting on her legs. Behind her butt. My cock, no longer erect, flopping against her as I work on her back. Getting into it. Breathing heavy. Enjoying it as much as she does. Maybe more. Oiling her butt. Rubbing it. But no strings.

Breakfast. Shower together. Back to the bedroom. "Would you like to butter me?" "I'm going to be so pumped when we do it tomorrow that I'll probably only last thirty seconds again." "We can do it now. With a condom." "If I can do it now at all." She reaches down for my cock. I feel it swell. "I can do it."

I take my time buttering her. Savoring it. Touching each part. Holding her legs. Feeling her skin. Rubbing it in. I'm so intent that I'm barely distracted by her fuzzy cleft. But I give her boobs some nice attention. Feeling their compactness. Rubbing her nipples with my palms and fingers. Watching them get hard.

River grabs a condom and some lube. What happened to her schedule? "We can do it with a condom. You've been wanting to do that. For variety." It's true. And I've got an idea for this session. "Doggy." We have a nice smooch for warmup. I've been getting myself hard. The hot wet kissing finishes the job. River feels the blood in her parts, too. She rolls up into doggy. Her legs spread. I roll the condom on. Squirt some lube. Finger her pussy. Stick it in. All the way. And watch my cock work in and out of her.

It's been a while since we used a condom. It's harder to feel when I'm right at the edge of the pull-out. It doesn't feel quite as delicious when it pushes back in. But it still feels like a fuck. I pull out to the edge for a micro-fuck, just an inch or two in and out. "Mmm, that's nice." "You were seeming a little sensitive when I went all the way in." "Thanks for noticing." "What kind of partner would I be if I didn't?" "You can go all the way in if you go slow." I go slow. All the way. And then some. Pulling her towards me. Feeling her ass against me.

She scoots back so I can stand off the edge of the bed. Head down. Pussy up. Cock plunging into her gorgeous shape. Her pushing back against me. Fucking me as much as I'm fucking her. It's fun doing it with a condom. Like old times. But I'm not sure I'm going to be able to come with it on.

River suggests hello kitty. Good idea. She scoots forward. I get back on the bed. It's silly scooting while we're still plugged together. But that's fucking. Ridiculous as ever. I sit on my feet. Hands behind me. Leaning back. River between my spread legs. My balls on her feet. Her hands on her knees. Leaning forward. Fucking me with that gorgeous shape of hers. Her just-buttered skin silky and supple. She controls the depth. I fuck back at her speed. We work together. "This is really nice." "This should be a standard position." It's one of our favorites.

River will make me come. Even with the condom. "It's going to work." I can feel it. We keep going. Then it hits. I groan, pull her down onto me, push in, not sure what kinds of sounds I'm making, don't care, just going with the feelings of my cock rubbing inside her and my come shooting. Stay together. No hurry pulling out.

I finally pull out. Slip the condom off. Knot it. A pretty good load. Five days worth. With some extra incentive this morning. "Sorry I left my shirt in the bathroom." "There's one on the floor." She grabs it to wipe herself. "I forgot. There's no goo to wipe up or drip out." "You're going to want to use a condom every time. Low-impact sex." "No, skin to skin is still the best." "We could do coitus interruptus more often. Best of both worlds." "I like that."

Morning massage and t-bone

A nice morning sleep-in. Me snuggling on River. River snuggling on me. Me thinking how I'd like her to reach down and get me hard. But mostly just enjoying the nice snuggles. And waking up with River.

Her shoulder is sore. Maybe she slept on it funny. I flatten her out and get some oil to rub her back and shoulders. I have a nice time, working around her shoulder blade, up to her deltoid. She asks for thumbs in her lower back. A nice slow rub. My halfway hard cock resting on her ass. When I finish I lean forward on her and we rest together. I don't really want to do the usual post-massage stick-in. Sometimes a massage should just be a massage.

River rolls onto her back and I oil her boobs and nipples, feeling supple and rubbery under my hands and between my fingers. It's ovulation time and her nipples are getting tender. "I enjoy your body." "I enjoy you enjoying my body." We talk about what we're going to do this morning. Start with a shower together? River wants to start with coffee. "I know what I want to start with." "Do you?" She knows what I mean. Of course. But says I didn't quite have the body language. I get my body talking. She's already got it leaking. She watches my cock stiffen as I jack off. I like it when she watches. The feel of her hand resting on the trimmed hair at the base of my cock makes it want to get hard for her. She moves her hand down to my balls and plays with them, then gets the silicone lube. Not as perfect as pure River juice. It's got a bit of an indistinct feel to it, but better than nothing. "Can you do the stick-in?" She sticks it in, I push, and we fuck in interlock, me holding her leg to the side, pulling it towards me. Relaxing. My cock always feels strangely long, almost obscene, slipping out and sliding back into her in this position.

River rolls us into spoons. Another relaxing position. Pulling out all the way, feeling it finding its way back in through the improbable spot, River moaning. I grab her hip and rock her back and forth against me. Enjoying her body. Enjoying waking up with River.

River stays in spoons and I kneel behind her. One of my favorite positions lately. She hands me the lube. For her lips. I pull out, lean back, and look at her parts, her nice thick lips covered with dried . . . something. It's a nice time spreading lube over her lips, around her lips, between her lips. I like feeling her pussy from behind. "Here's your other favorite part. Sticking it back in." "Yeah." I slide my cock back in, pushing hard, pulling her against me. "That's a nice bony bone." I'm glad she likes it. "There's a nice view back here." Watching my cock snake into her pussy. "I'm glad you like it." I put both hands on her and go faster, pulling us together as I thrust. "How's the angle?" "Good." She's getting more vocal. That always makes me feel like coming. And I do, a deep push, a firm pull, feeling her ass against me as I spurt my goo into her. She runs her hands over my body as I'm coming. "Feeling the goosebumps?" "Yeah."

We decide this position needs a name. We call it T-bone. A nice double entendre.