A kiss and a thought

My morning erection draws my attention. I open my eyes and glance over at River, asleep on her back. Dreaming. At my touch, she rolls onto her side. Perfect. I spoon onto her, slipping my erection under the fuzz between her legs.

I imagine her spooning me. Like she did when we fell asleep last night. Imagine her with an erection throbbing between my legs. So near to its evolutionary goal. I have a good imagination. But what can’t I imagine? Not scooping it into me with a wiggle. Not pressing back against it. Not letting it spread me and fill me. Not fucking it and making it come inside me. I can’t imagine not doing that.

River gets up to pee. I’m still hard when she returns. Her soft warmth has become a silky cool. My erection returns to its resting place between her legs. It perks to the occasional scratch of her muff. I swallow. Something I do when I think what I’m thinking now. Thoughts of fucking making my mouth water. Has River ever noticed? My mind drifts back into sleep. My erection subsides.

I leave to pee. And return. Straddle River. Her under the covers. Me above them. I kiss her. Feel her body supporting mine. She kisses back. We kiss. My cock stirs. This is how it’s supposed to work. I rest, my head beside hers, and breathe. We’re not on until Monday. But we know we won’t make it. The pressure in my cock rises as my thoughts focus. A kiss and a thought. I’m fully erect. Forget Monday. There’s a moment to seize.

I pull the covers off her smooth body. My eyes linger on the suppleness of my favorite small tits. I slip my left leg between hers the way I do so often. She unfolds for me. She knows our dance. My right leg enters the gap. My cock rides up her vulva, my shaft finding her clit. Her hips move in counterpoint to mine as our parts rub together, tilting upwards as my glans slides down her labia and nears her pussy opening. Is she begging for it? I can hope. I tease. Push back up to her clit. Back down to her opening. Make her beg.

(I’m skipping the somewhat embarrassing part where I go for the no-hands stick-in and don’t realize I’ve missed until River says “try more towards the front.” “Where was it?” “In a comfy pocket between my butthole and the sheet. It must have felt nice.” “It did.” Every now and then I think this blog should have outtakes. This would definitely be one of them.)

I push into her pussy. Into her juice. Lots of juice. Maybe too much. I prefer her frictiony slippery. Good thing I’m on top.

I cross my legs in missionary. The two-speed stroke I learned from River, with the firm push at the end. River’s feet pull my ass in encouragingly. I’m expecting cervix but not finding it. Back to default. Reduce the depth. Increase the speed. Brush the tip of my tongue across a nipple. It firms up, defying my probing tongue. And begging for it. I put my lips on her tit, pull the nipple into my mouth, rub my tongue along the tip while I suck it. And maintain the rhythm of fuck. I should be getting dangerously close to the edge, the good part of the good part, but my latest “problem” has turned me into a fucking machine.

I suck her other nipple into my mouth. Feel it slip in and out between my lips. Feel it harden against my tongue. And feel my orgasm.

This one has my old wind-up. My old friend. I savor it. Let the pressure of the electric lemons build until it collapses and shoots my jizz into her with the familiar forceful pulses. One. Two. Three. Four. River feels it. Five. My breath shudders with each one and I squeeze further into her to sustain it.

We stay connected, her legs in the air before me, together, her vulva peering slyly through them, my cock still penetrating into the gap.

“I had to seize the moment.”

“We made a wet spot.” That’s unusual for us. I like it. She was juicy today. Almost too juicy.

“I bet you weren’t expecting a marathon.”

Thursday morning was quite a marathon. It’s been a while since we've done one of those. We figured we’d be doing something after River took the kids to school. And we did.

I’ve got a whole pile of Cialis. I don’t use it very often. But with this dice thing we know ahead of time when we’re going to be fucking so it’s easier to schedule the recreational drugs. Even though Cialis is pretty easy to deal with. They say it works for 36 hours. They are wrong. It works for at least 56 hours. And they say don’t expect more than one session out of it. But we’ve used it for up to three. Even though the stuff I have has been expired for a while because like I said I don’t use it very often. I can usually run on sheer River hotness. But not always.

I’m just going to hit the high points here. Imagine this is all accompanied by River moaning “yes” and “nice” the whole time and you’ll have a pretty good idea of how things went.

Round and round. Both directions. Side to side. Front to back.
We’re both playful.
“What do you need for warmup?” “A scratch.”
“Does that hurt you?” “No. Bad design with the juice so far in.”
Spoons.
Legs over.
Jackhammer. A real one outside. River prefers woodpecker.
“I could do this all day.”
T-bone. I can still watch.
River gets on top. Hair in my face. My wild amazon. Breasts. Cunt.
Single point. More single point.
“Reverse cowgirl?” She has to think about it. It must have something to do with her bladder. “Do you need to pee?”
Pee break. She peed before we started. Has it been that long?
My cock juts and waits with patient anticipation.
“You can hello kitty onto that.”
Reach in front for her tits for the full hello kitty experience.
“Pulling your nipples makes me want to come.”
“Now you’re primarily responsible for the thrusting.”
Low doggy.
Hold off twice.
“How much time we got?” “I don’t even know what time it is. Does it matter?”
“I’ve been thinking of this.” My cock against her asshole. “My guts hurt too much.”
Stretches out on her front. It’s especially nice today.
“Nice.” “Yes.”
River wears me out.
Face to face. Foot on the floor. Back on the bed.
Half jackknife. River can watch.
I need a break.
River arches on and fucks me.
Interesting terrain of her g-spot.
Been trying to come.
“It’s working.”
Come and push her back and squeeze and squeeze.
She’s not ready to end?
River's squeeze reflex.

“That was a good Thursday morning fuck. I bet you weren’t expecting a marathon.” “Is your face tingling?”

“Are you surprising me?”

We were supposed to be on for Monday but we’ve postponed.  River tends to be squeamish about this time of the month.  I’m not so squeamish.  Doing it at a completely infertile time is, along with having the largest penis of any primate, part of us humans’ completely over the top sexuality.  Although for me at least it’s more emotional than physical.  Even though it’s plenty physical too.  But River has been suppressing her squeamish side for me lately.  So if she wants a break for a while, I’m fine with it.  But I do have one thing to say: “I have a job for you.”  “What is it?”  “When you’re ready, surprise me.”  “Ok.”

I was completely tired last night, and sleep in while River takes the kids to school.  I’m still in bed when she gets back.  She gets in with me.  With her clothes on.  “I feel irresistible.  It’s nice.”  I hope it’s as nice for her when she’s irresistible to me, which is nearly always.  She says it is.  “Hey.  Are you surprising me?”  “I could be.  I have time.  But I’m dressed.”  “Undressing you is part of the fun.”  Her shirt comes off quickly.  I’m slipping her pants down.  “I’ve still got my shoes on.”  What?  We don’t even wear shoes in the house.  Much less to bed.  I don’t think shoes are on the long list of things I’ve asked her to wear to bed for me.  But I lose track.  I do like her initiative.  And originality.  “See?”  She sticks her feet out of the covers.  Sure enough.  Shoes.  Now I want to do her with her shoes on, but I’d really like to get her pants off, so I untie her shoes then slip her pants, panties, and socks off.  And give her a nice warm naked snuggle.

My stiffening cock slides into place against her vulva.  “It sure likes being there.”  “It can stay there for a while.”  She’s got her hand there, doing something with it.  I can’t tell exactly what.  It’s a nice sensory overload kind of thing with me pulling back and pushing forward a bit.  “I like being played with.”

“It can go somewhere else.”  “Like here?”  “That feels about right.”  She wiggles.  I squeeze.  She slips onto my cock.  And we fuck in spoons.  Watching my cock glide in and out under her ass cheeks.  She rolls towards me.  “Quarter turn.”  Is she setting up interlock?  No, she folds her legs over mine and rolls towards me some more.  We embrace, pulling ourselves together into a compact space.  And talking.  Like nothing is happening.  Almost.

This time we’re talking about talking.  “I always like talking.”  “I wonder why.”  “I think it’s like talking while we’re holding hands on a walk.  It’s just not right not to talk.”  Even though sitting without the need to talk has been part of our relationship forever.

And we’re talking about doing it.  “I wonder why I like to do this so much?”  “The question is .  .  .”  “Why you don’t like to do this so much.”  “Yeah.  I’m a mammal after all.”  “You’ve got the mammally glands.”  “Yes I do.”  “And you like it now.”  “Yes I do.”  “And I’m supposed to remind you that you like this.”

And we’re talking more about doing it.  “It can seem a little strange, being the male, primarily responsible for the thrusting.”  We talk about the wikipedia page for Why Don’t We Do It in the Road?, with the “minor disturbance” and the “it wasn’t me” look.

And of course all this time we’re also fucking.  Her body bumps towards the head of the bed with each thrust.  “Maybe I can make you hit the wall.”  I bang harder.  She’s getting closer.  She reaches up to feel.  “Almost.”  One more bang and she hits it.

I could almost finish this way.  Wrapped up in a ball with River.  Face to face on our sides.  The scent of River’s well-fucked pussy filling the space between us.  Fancy hug at its finest.  But I move for the top.  “I need to take a pee break.”  Silly girl.  How she’s been doing this with a full bladder I can’t imagine.

She comes back and I start on top.  Expressions flash across her face in quick succession.  Happiness.  Satisfaction.  Playfulness.  Love.  Repeat.  It makes me feel good.  I stir her up.  She reaches for the wall and pushes back.  “Now I’m not primarily responsible.”

We’re fucking hard with me on top.  River’s appreciative sounds and expressions are coaxing my orgasm out of hiding.  She’s good at that.  But should I hold off?  I haven’t for a while.  It’s been difficult enough coming at all on this med.  But I try.  I stop moving, my back arched, my cock pushed into her.  But my parts their own ideas.  I didn’t think I was this close to the edge.  But I’m getting closer despite not meaning too.  It won't stop.  I reach the edge and fall over it, willingly, rushing down as my orgasm rushes up, crashing in the middle, being blown back upwards, and my scrotum tightening and my come shooting into her.

I bring her knees together in front of me for the afterfuck.  Watching my cock disappear under my favorite tuft of bush into the gap between her legs.  “I wish I could feel it get hard inside you and we could do it all over again.”  I get the impression River would like it, too.

Morning boner with a happy ending

Last night was postponed by mutual agreement. This morning I wake up with a boner. That’s not unusual. What’s unusual is that I feel like putting it to use. Morning boners are often not easy to finish with. And I’ve been having problems finishing lately. But I’ve got a good feeling about this one.

I do the usual spoon on sleeping River with my erection between her legs. When I can’t wait any longer I reach under her ass, probe her flaps and folds until my finger slips into her wet opening I use it to guide my cock into her. River wakes up and pushes back. It goes in slowly. I breathe contentedly while we fuck.

“What are you doing?” “Enjoying myself.” “Me too.” I don’t think that’s quite what she was asking. It’s pretty obvious I’m doing that. But what else am I doing? “I’m exploring the sensations at different depths.” All the way in, a few inches of fuck, back out a bit, another small fuck, all the way to her opening. “That’s a better answer.” Pulling away so that only our parts are touching. Watching the hard shaft of my cock move in and out. I'm doing all of these things. Enjoying myself. And enjoying River.

Spoons has been good today. What’s next? Some brief t-bone, then roll her onto her front and straddle her leg for inviting. Then my legs around both of hers. She follows my lead as we dance. A dance we both know well. Usually. It can be even more fun when we don’t, and we lose our rhythm temporarily or take an unanticipated turn.

Hugging our bodies together. Sitting up. My thumb pressing against her perineum to guide my cock back in when I pull out. River uses the wall to push back. Makes sounds of enjoyment. My good feeling gets better. I could finish his morning, if we can keep this up. She can. I can. I feel it getting closer. It’s a long grind, but a nice grind. This will not be another pointless fuck. Not that they’re ever pointless. Finally I come, my breathing deep and hard, my parts warm and tight and sighing with relief. We clean up and shower.

Hot cross buns

So here we are Tuesday morning and we’re supposed to have sex. “Do you have a plan?” “No. Do you?” “No.” Ok then. I spoon on River and she puts my mostly limp dick between her legs. “That’s a nice spot.” “Good.” A bit of dry hump and I’m getting hard. Hard enough? Maybe she’ll reach down and put it in. But apparently the next move is mine. Now I have a plan. I don’t want to do a spoon start this morning. I want to start with her legs over mine. I’m toying with a new name for this position: hot cross buns.

I roll her towards me. She knows where we’re going. Her legs fold over mine. She puts it in place. We push together. No backing off. I squeeze. And suddenly it pops through and slides several inches into her pussy. Mmmm. How does that feel so nice. “I’m wet today. Slickery.” I pull all the way out on each stroke to emphasize the smacky sounds. Then I push her legs up to go deeper. “You’re steering me.” “I just do what I like.” “Works for me.” It feels so nice that on some other day I could finish like this. Even though this isn’t usually a finishing position. But I don’t know if I’ll be able to finish today at all.

I sit up. Knees forward. River on her back. Her legs sticking up in front of me. We get a nice long rhythm going. River pushes against the wall. The steamy scent of her pussy wafts in my direction. I watch my cock disappear between her dark lips again and again. I can almost feel an orgasm building. She tires. I take over, grabbing her hips, pulling her against me. Holding her feet above me and bouncing her ass on the bed in time to our fuck. “That felt nice.” “And smelled nice.” “Glad I could provide you with multisensory stimulation.” “And it looked nice, too.”

We fuck in missionary with her feet on my ass. We fuck in jackknife. We fuck with her legs spread wide. And we hear kids in the hall. River throws the cover over us, but we stay together. False alarm. “Morning sex.”

“I don’t think I can finish.” “How would it be if you could only come when I come?” “You’d have to have a lot more orgasms.”

I roll into our starting position, only on the opposite side. “You’re tickling my g-spot.” Good to know. I speed up a bit. “How’s that?” “Slower was better.” Also good to know. I feel for my cock. Wiggle it up and down. Side to side. She squeezes. “Is it figuring out it’s not going to get to finish?” “Seems like it. But it’s hard to stop.” I rock her legs up and go as deep as I can in this position. “Maybe you can help.” “How?” “By sproinging out of bed.” But I don’t let her. I keep fucking her slickery pussy until she rolls over and abandons my still-hard cock.

“You’re crusty.” “I like it that way.”

Now I understand how River feels

We have a morning date. Before shower? During shower? After shower? A plan forms as I lie in bed. Get up, shower, eat breakfast, get ready to go to work, come back in for our date. Maybe just a quickie. I come back in after I shower. River is awake. Maybe she has a plan. “What’s your plan?” “To be woken up by somebody with a stiffie.” “We missed that by about an hour.” I don’t like taking advantage of morning erections so much anyway. Things work better when I’ve got one for the right reasons. “I’ll be back.” I don’t want her to think I’m upset that we haven’t done it yet, or that I think we’re not going to. I’m not, and I don’t.

I come back after breakfast, strip, and get in bed for a nice long snuggle, pressing my cool body into River’s warmth. We talk. I start to harden. Nice. The way it’s supposed to be. I slide it between her legs from behind, rubbing against the thatch of her vulva, hoping to get even harder. But it just stays like it is. Hard enough for a stick-in. But not a decisive one.

“I feel something stiff.” I feel her doing whatever it is she does. Her legs part. She slips it inside her. She’s juicy this morning. And we fuck. “I’ve got a silly grin back here.” “No sillier than mine.” “What are you grinning about?” “How juicy I am. You never know what you’re going to get.” Sometimes she knows.

We have a nice juicy spoon fuck. Then a nice juicy Reed-on-top fuck. We both watch my cock, pulling out of her, pushing back in, looking nicely long and thick today. Something to feel good about. Her legs spread in her trademark vee. She likes the angle we make. “My sweetie does me in the morning.” No quickie. Long and hard. And sweaty. I might need another shower. But I haven’t reached the point where I feel my orgasm. “I’m beginning to think this new medication makes it harder for me to come.” “The evidence is mounting.”

“I’m getting dry.” “I like how you feel when you’re dry. But not too dry.” She arches onto me and fucks me, feeling suddenly wetter, her labia spreading around my cock as she pushes down onto me, and briefly I feel like I could come. But we can’t sustain it much longer. We stop, I pull out and let my cock spring up, she arches and captures it with her cunt and we fuck some more. “We can finish later. Maybe tonight.” No dice involved. That’s generous. “I’ll help.” “It’s not like I’ve been doing all the work.”

Maybe it’s because I haven’t come that I’m paying more post-coital attention to River. I stroke her bush. Finger her labia. Part them. See them slope down, curving inwards toward the circle of her vagina. The frill. The improbable spot. The place that feels so nice when my cock pushes through. I bring the edges of her lips back together and seal them up.

I feel like she must feel. If it’s usually as hard for her to come as it’s been for me this past week, and she doesn’t even reach the point where she knows she’ll have one if she just keeps going, then I understand why she doesn’t always want to come. No matter which of us does the work. And I also think she’d want to do it more often if she could orgasm more easily. I’m not sure how much sex I’d want to have if I didn’t get a nice orgasm out of it.

Dishonor

River is facing the right way for me to snuggle on her. Our naked bodies spoon together, mine behind hers. What’s this? My cock stiffening of its own volition. It doesn’t know that we’re scheduled for tomorrow night. Not this morning. It just knows one thing. But I can enjoy it. I add my will to its will. Pressing against River’s ass. Flexing my muscles. Squeezing my legs together. I slip my cock under her ass. Let it glide and wedge against her vulva. When I squeeze I feel it strain forward, seeking further into her fuzz. Retreating as I relax. My hips draw back, and press forward again. I feel the encouraging brush of her pubic hair on my shaft, magnified a hundred times on my glans as it scrapes through her muff, so close to the object of its desire. And River dreams. I hope.

I give in. My cock’s desire is now my desire. Reach under her ass, a finger finding her slit, parting her lips, feeling the reassuring moistness of her vagina. My cock slips into her. Into what feels like a wall.

River is no longer asleep. If she ever was. She reaches for my cock, adjusts things to her satisfaction, and we press our bodies together, mine into hers.

Not as slippery as usual. No matter. She’ll come around. It’s a small fuck. Just an inch or two, working in and out. I sigh. The exquisiteness of my cock fitting into her pussy. Her pussy enfolding my cock. How could I want anything more. But I do want more. I press in. But she’s not lubricating. No matter. We’re still fucking.

Yes, it is a matter. Here’s a better angle. A smoother fuck. But unless she gets wetter I won’t feel good about finishing.

My hand caresses her skin. Down her side. Over her hip. Fingers press into her favorite places on her back. I hug against her. We rest together.

I can fight instinct. But I can’t win. My hips pull back, drawing my cock out. I pay attention as I slowly slide out of her. The tip comes to rest at her entrance. Push forward. Through her friction. Dip in. Back out. Is she a little wetter? Maybe.

I know I won’t finish. But I can’t stop. My arm wraps around her, strong, constricting. I hear her breath being forced out with each thrust, deeper now, more powerful, meaningful. I think each will be the last. But there’s always another.

“I should get up.” “Instead of getting off?” I smile. “Should I help?” No. I want to do it. Be the master of myself. I pull my hard cock out. Slip my fingers along her slick fleshy labia. Into the wetness between them. I stand, my erect cock jutting unfulfilled. She joins me in the shower.

“That was nice. But I feel dishonorable.” Not waiting until Wednesday evening. “I’m not complaining.”

Our first randomly scheduled fuck

We’re on for this morning. Our first randomly scheduled fuck. Which isn't to say it's a fuck for no reason. It's a fuck to satisfy us both. Keep us both happy. But River had a completely wretched sleep. Mine wasn’t any better. I’m awake early. Wondering what kind of mood River will be in when she wakes up. If she wakes up. I’ve been awake half an hour and it’s still only 5:45. She didn’t say when I could wake her up. She can always wake me up. But we’ve got different priorities on sex and sleep.

Around six we’re both awake. She spoons on me. Maybe she’ll reach around and initiate. I like feeling her hand fondling my cock and balls like they’re her own. But no. She falls asleep. After about half an hour I stretch and disengage. At least it’s a nice time in bed with River. Snuggling against her soft warmth. Listening to her breathe. Dozing off.

The last thing I want now is for some obnoxious noise from outside to wake her up after I’ve been so patient. I take preemptive action. Kiss her awake. We have a lazy morning talk in bed about what needs to be done today.

Face to face on our sides. Pull her towards me. My hand on her back. Fingers knead her sleepy muscles. My dick gets hard with no effort. Like old times. I like it.

“I’m ready.” “What do you want to do?” Spoons. I push my cock beneath her ass. She takes it. Opens her legs. Lines it up. We push together as my cock slowly penetrates her, spreading the walls of her pussy as it inches in. And we fuck.

She’s nicely wet. Surprisingly wet. Her pussy making the smacky sounds when I pull out to the head. We both enjoy the fuck. Fucking easy as our bodies meld together. Fucking hard with my hands on her hip yanking her against me. Feeling her fuck back, seeing her ass move on my cock. A nice morning fuck.

But it won’t end with spoons. We’re well rested. We need something more exciting. I sit into t-bone, watching my entire cock slide out, rest against her dark lips, push in between them, push in harder, my hand still pulling on her hip until my cock is all the way in.

And it won’t end with t-bone. It’s been a while since we’ve done something silly. I flop into something which is nearly topsy turvy. Peering up at River from between her legs as my cock sticks into her at a strange angle while we fuck. Talking about how silly this is. We can be silly together. The view is interesting. I wish she could see it. It’s like being in two places at once. Standing in front of her and watching while she gets fucked from behind.

It can’t end here. I sit up into default. My thumb on her clit, now that we’ve fucked for a warm up. I circle her clit with my thumb, big circles, not too fast, not too hard. She gyrates against me, using my cock as a dildo, sliding her pussy on and off it while I keep the rhythm on her clit. We lift her ass and put a pillow under it for a better angle and deeper penetration. “Do you have anything in you?” “Nothing yet.” I think I know how she feels. I haven’t felt my orgasm coming on yet either. It’s been a delicious fuck though, nice and hard and slippery. I keep my thumb on her clit. It just feels nice having it there while we fuck. Then I lean forward, get more aggressive, switch my fingers to her clit, get a good bang going, close my eyes, hear us moan together. Now I feel it. When I’m nearly there I scoop her legs into jackknife. She knows what comes next. Long firm strokes, playing into my impending orgasm. But it isn’t coming. “I think I feel like you. Close, then it retreats.” “On purpose?” “No. We don’t have to finish.”

But I can’t stop. Now it’s a nice slow intimate fuck. “How can you get me to stop?” “By drying out?” She is getting a bit dry. We’ve been at it a while. I pull out. There isn’t even any clean up. We rest with her leg over mine. I fall asleep.

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.

A thousand nights

After yesterday and this morning I’ve got an idea. I tell River about it while we’re in the shower. “It will be a blog based on Arabian Nights. Every night the sultan will be hot to fuck Scheherezade, but she’ll always start things off with a story, and it will always be a story ending with rejection and frustration and he'll get so demoralized he won't want to do it.” She likes it. “I’ve got a lot of material you know. A thousand and one nights.” “Is that all?” “Maybe a thousand and two.”

River gets what I'm talking about. A thinly disguised reference to yesterday. And this morning. She moves to the side of the shower and pulls me in for a passionate smooch. My cock dangles against her trimmed bush and starts to swell, swinging back and forth against her fuzz. I have to finish getting it up with my hand, my other hand between her legs, River’s hand on my balls.

“Are you going to drop the soap?” “I don’t have to.” She bends over. “This is where I always start to lose it.” “I’ll make it easy.” Makes sure she’s spread far enough. It pops right in this time. And we fuck.

“You weren’t kidding about being wet.” There’s none of the usual watery friction. Just a nice fuck in her smooth slippery pussy. Doing it in the shower is getting to be a habit again. I can live with that. We've got a long history of shower fucks.

I should finish. Not save it for later. She just noticed her period starting and she might prefer to lay off for a while. Ok then. I grab her for a good bang. Pull her back while I push forward. Again. Again. It doesn’t take long. Watching her ass. Feeling my cock pound through the water into her moist pussy. I come with an ache and a groan. She wiggles against me. Side to side. Up and down. Then pulls forward and lets my cock fall out. Abruptly. “I thought I heard someone coming. Oh, that was you!” She’s a funny one.

The story that began yesterday has a new ending. “Ok, maybe only a thousand nights.”

Ovulating

“Are you ovulating?” “Probably.” “That would explain a lot.” Like why I’ve been telling River how beautiful she is more often than I usually do. And why I’ve just spent about half an hour spooning her with my hardon scratching against her vulva while the pressure builds in my balls. “Is it giving you any ideas?” “It might. After I use the bathroom.” I wait for her, jacking up a good stiff for when she gets back. “I’m ready for you.” We gaze into each other’s eyes as I stroke my cock. I want to bang her in doggy. But we hear a kid in the hall.

“It’s hard to stop.” “You don’t have to stop.” I don’t stop. “The guys are coming to do the floor. I have to leave a note for them to come in and start working.” She leaves the note and comes back up. “You can bring that into the shower if you want.” I walk down the hall, keeping myself erect. River smiles when I come in. When she bends over to get the scale for our periodic weigh-in I miss my chance. So when she squats on the edge of the tub and starts the water, I reach under her ass. One hand on her. One on me. Feel the trimmed bush alongside her labia. Run my fingers along them until I feel them spread and reveal her wetness.

Into the shower. “Should we start right in?” “Sure.” She bends over, hands against the wall. My cock slips right in. And we fuck, slowly at first, then I grab her hips and run my hands down the front of her thighs and pull her back for a good bang.

“I’m not sure I want to finish this way.” “Yeah?” “Yeah.” Something's not quite right. And the water is working against us. We both know it. River thinks perhaps the lubrication she's got today, which was very lovely when we started, isn't holding up to the water so well. She stands up. I reach for her tits and pull her against me, then slip my cock out. “That must be a little strange for you.” “To get poked in the shower for a little while? Yeah.” It's a little strange for me, too. But then, fucking is always strange. And fascinating. Depending on how I think about it.

We wash each other off. She washes my face, and I feel her lips on mine while my eyes are closed. “That was a surprise.” “A bit soapy. I’m not licking my lips after that.” “I’ll lick your lips.” “Ok. Tonight.”

Morning-after hornies

I wake up. No need to wake River up just yet. I kind of hate to wake her up. But I’ve got my morning-after hornies. I wish River got them, too. I snuggle on her and a pretty good erection comes up. I thunk it under her vulva. She’s trimmed back the scratchy stimulation that I’ve come to expect. I’m going to have to step things up a notch. I find her snatch under her ass, slide my cock against my fingers, and push. I don’t feel the return push. Either she’s asleep, or she’s wishing I wouldn’t. She claims she can’t sleep through this. Maybe she’s getting used to it.

I feel it slide in a little. Maybe an inch. Enough to start. It feels nice just slipping the head in and out of her. My tension leaves me and I relax. Pushing in a little further, in and out. About halfway by now. Enough. Starting. Stopping. Faster. Slower. Paying attention to the varying textures and terrain of her pussy. It’s easy to feel with my fingers. I take the time to feel it with my cock.

After about 20 minutes she’s clearly awake. Making her nice sounds when I pull all the way out and push back through. I wasn’t planning on coming, but I feel something in the distance. Pick up the pace. Long and steady. River tells me when I hit on something good. But it’s not happening. That’s pretty normal for a morning erection. Even though I got this one for mostly the right reasons. “Much as I’d like to come, I don’t think it’s going to happen.” “Do you mind?” “No.” Sometimes in the morning it’s a lot of work for an orgasm that seems regrettable. So I just enjoy the fucking. Like River does. And she won’t have to drip today. I feel like such a gentleman.

Something she likes

The kids are mostly out of school and we get to sleep in. I know what “sleeping in” means for me, but for River it seems to mean she gets to sleep in. But she surprises me. She's good at that. “I was wondering whether anything would happen.” “I was wondering too.” She flips her legs over mine, while she’s on her back and I’m on my side. A really nice position for a stick-in. Just thinking about it makes me want to. But I have another idea. Something River likes.

She opens her legs for me as my hand drifts to her pussy. I stroke the short hairs on either side, where they’re slowly growing back after our experiment with the landing strip. My fingers move up her labia to her clit. Start in with some slow circles. When River does herself it seems like she skips the introductions and just gets right to it, but I’d feel boorish if I did that. Especially since she usually does such nice build-ups on me, moving from my legs, to my balls, to my cock, as my anticipation grows. Bigger circles. Dipping down to her pussy opening for some moisture. Settling into a rhythm.

“Is anything going on down there?” I have to check in. Her arousal is more complicated than mine. Her desire and physical arousal aren’t necessarily linked. And her arousal isn’t as obvious. “Not yet.” “How can I get it to go?” “Do what you’re doing.” I can do that.

I think of River doing herself, and adjust my motion so it’s more circular, more up and down to go with the side to side. The heel of my hand rests on her pubic bone. Her lips follow the circles my fingers make on her clit. I feel her hood slipping across it. “I’m thinking of how you do yourself.” “That’s good technique.”

Something is going on down there. Her breathing is more intense, and more distant. Her pelvis moves against me. Her tissues swell. Her clitoris becomes more prominent. “You can take over if you want.” The last thing I want is to rub her raw with no result. But I keep going. Remembering how she does it. Feeling everything about her get more intense. I don’t stop when she asks to take over. If she’s that close maybe I can get it. She doesn’t seem to mind. Just keeps grinding against me. And breathing.

I move my hand aside for her. Set my hand on hers. Feel her rhythm. And feel the tell-tale tickle of my cock leaking. “What’s your plan?” “You have an orgasm. Then I get hard. And fuck you.” My finger slips down to her pussy opening. Slips in. Then another. Presses her g-spot. Circles it. Waits to feel her orgasm. But am I helping? Or distracting? She’s had really nice ones this way.

My fingers come out and my thumb slips in. My thumb in her box just feels right somehow. Stretching towards her asshole. Slipping across the ridge at the back of her pussy. Squishing through circles, surrounded by her sturdy delicate wetness. But she gives up. Sometimes she just doesn’t have one. “There’s a Magic Wand in the drawer.” Zero to a hundred in about three seconds. She can come so fast she misses it. Like flying over the grand canyon at twice the speed of sound. She declines. “I’ll fuck you anyway.”

Stroking my cock using my copious pre-come for lube quickly makes for a nice stiff. Her pussy is mesmerizing, its engorged flaps waiting to be parted, waiting to lick against my cock as it slips between them and fills her cunt. They don’t wait long. I push them aside, reveal her frill, and push through it, hard and deep. And we fuck until I come, intense and vocal, River feeling my goosebumps. I can't fake it.

“Once again I get to have a nice orgasm, and you get to drip all day.” “I think I asked for it, my dear.” “You did?” I’m imagining something like, my dear, I’d like to drip all day. Would you mind accommodating me? And me saying, with pleasure. Or maybe, don't mind if I do.

Morning quickie

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

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

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

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

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

My Dear Correspondent

My Dear Correspondent,

At first I thought I had nothing to write today. Last night was simply ghastly. The day was fine. It seems that spring has finally come after weeks of drenching rain, bringing clear skies and blossom-scented air. River and I had gone for a short walk through the warming countryside, our conversation naturally turning to our times together, and we made plans for the evening involving the conjunction of my mouth and her clitoris. She seems to be warming up to that particular pastime. I may guess why, but in this case the reasons are of small consequence, so long as the effect is agreeable. I sent her off with instructions to visualize her enjoyment, with my tongue commanding her ecstasy and providing her with many peaks of pleasure.

But did I not say the past night was ghastly? Yes, ghastly. Not the meeting of our disparate lips, fortunately. No, sadly that never commenced. Rather, I was incapacitated with, shall I say, bloat. It was as if I’d put on some large number of pounds around the middle. Being intimate in that condition was beyond imagining, despite my imagination being, as you know, quite good in that regard. The timing could not possibly have been more calamitous, given the rarity of occasions on which River consents to the indulgence my oral urges. Seldom have I found food and the commensurate eating to be particularly enjoyable, and now I must say that food and I have no fondness for each other. Horrid stuff.

But that’s not at all what I had in mind to tell you when I sat down today. My thoughts were rather of the next morning. This morning, that is. Another day of sunrises, and of birds calling, and of opportunities, variously created by us, thrust upon us, or simply waiting to be found by us. I’d woken to find my affliction had fortunately departed during the night, and I was feeling amorous. How could I not, upon wakening with the love of my life in the very bed with me? I drew her to me, and felt my manhood stirring at the touch of her warm, feminine skin against mine.

I hope you’ll excuse me for not resisting. In a rush of lust I pulled away our covers, revealing the veracity of my arousal, juxtaposed with the many soft, evocatively rounded aspects of River's body. My searching fingers found the wetness enfolded within her dark labia and I pushed my swollen member into her, feeling her return my advance and wriggle delightfully as she took me fully into her sweet honey pot.

River was non-stop wet this morning. We didn’t really have a whole lot of time, but when she rolled onto her back—her seal of approval—and smiled at me, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stop. I just wanted to lift her ass off the bed and bang her every way I could. Legs on my shoulders, legs wrapped around me, deep missionary.

“I don’t want to finish. I want to save it for tonight.” “Ok.”

I slip out. Maybe it’s a sign that we should put it away until this evening. Or this afternoon. Whichever comes first. We both look down. My stiff cock hovers over her bush. Her aptly named landing strip. She lifts and arches. Tries to impale herself on me. I can’t refuse her. I hold my cock, let her slide her pussy onto it and fuck me from the bottom, and we’re back to it, my cock slamming her cervix, my ass sticking out into the cool morning air of the bedroom, her heels begging me to go deeper.

What happens when you take the book that I’m a few pages into (“The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society”, written in the form of letters circa WWII, not sure whether I’ll finish it), mix in vague memories of some Victorian-era smut I had access to in my youth (The Pearl), and slam it down on top of a nice good-morning warm-up fuck? I didn’t know either.

Next I’ll be doing Ayn Rand. “I know you know I know you want to fuck me.” “I know.”

Conversations and showers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A wet, wet morning

River was willing last night, but just barely. She wasn’t feeling so well. So we plan for this morning. As usual I’m awake much earlier than she is and rest in bed with River while she dreams. I think about doing her in her dream but I’m not sure I can get hard enough quickly enough. And I’m not sure she’s feeling up to it.

She wakes up and reminds me of our plan. Not that I needed to be reminded. We have a face to face snuggle, feeling each other’s backs, feeling her butt, my fingers dipping into her fluff of pubic hair. I’m stiffening. When I reach down to stroke my cock River quickly takes over, jacking me off left-handed while I just close my eyes and feel myself get harder. She straddles me, puts my cock in place, and sinks onto it in one go.

She’s really wet. Not the typical post-period goo. Wet wet. She notices the smacky sounds she’s making on me. “How did you get so wet?” “I don’t know.” “Did you have a nice dream?” “Not that I remember.”

She fucks me in single point. Her rhythm is comforting. And erotic. It commands attention. Slow descent. Hold. Her upstroke is legendary.

But it’s not long before she rolls us over. “You’re such a tease.” “Yes, I am.” But I’m happy to service her the way she likes it. I continue her slow speed, pulling my cock completely out of her pussy, then back in deep. No worries about things drying out today. She’s wet. I nearly miss, then push until my cock slips back into place and she gasps as it goes in. I speed up, rocking just the tip in and out, angling for g-spot. River puts her hands on the wall to push back and moans. I lift my head and look at her face. She’s smiling. I smile back. After a couple positions and some nice quick friction I stop to hold off. “Poor you. I have to stop just when we’re getting to the good part.” “Yeah, that was really good.”

We end up in jackknife, her legs on my shoulders, me watching the action down there, my cock going in and out of her remarkably wet pussy. We hear the kids waking up. “You should come this time.” I’m going slow, just a few inches deep. I feel it. “I can come like this.” I stay slow and shallow until my orgasm is imminent, then push in deep and hold it without moving until I feel the contractions of my orgasm pumping my jizz into her, feel it flow around my glans and stream along the underside of my cock as it seeks an exit from her confinement.

“Would it be ok if I woke you up early tomorrow?”

Last night River got a no-strings back rub. I feel like I’ve owed her one for a while. “Would it be ok if I woke you up early tomorrow?” “The kids don’t have school. We can even sleep in.” “Perfect.” We set a time.

I’ve been awake on and off for hours. Sometimes with a pounding night hard on. When the time comes I lie next to River. She’s dreaming. Can I do her in her dream? I get hard easily. Roll over, put my cock between her legs under her ass, feel the head scratch against her muff. Like I like. A noisy alarm clock from the next room wakes her up. Why it’s set when there’s no school, I don’t know. “That wasn’t part of my plan.”

We’ve got a while. I’m just enjoying my erection brushing against her snatch. “Are you going anywhere with that?” “That was the plan. What can you do to help?” “Roll over.” Now we’re face to face, my leg between hers, my cock pressed against her vulva. She pulls the covers off us. Our bodies look nice together. Her curves, her pubic strip, my hard cock projecting from above my balls and disappearing beneath her mons. I hear wet smacky pussy sounds. Does she have her fingers back there? No, it’s just my cock pushing things around as we dry hump. It turns me on. What doesn’t.

And I hear a jet plane taking off. Fortunately we don’t hear that too often. But I think of all the times I’ve flown, my mind wandering to the towns and lights below, and wondering how many people down there are fucking as we fly over. Today I know the answer. A least two.

She pushes me back and gets on top, positions my cock against her pussy, slides onto it. “That helps.” I feel her experiment with angles and rhythms. There’s the short-long rhythm I used a few days ago. Does she like it? It used to be my masturbation rhythm, one short pump, one long pump, repeat. It’s nice having her do it to me. With her cunt. “Do what feels good to you.” Right away she rolls onto the bottom. Ha ha. I get it. Fortunately River on bottom feels good to me, too.

We hear various kids get up. Go to the bathroom. Back to their rooms. Then downstairs. We usually leave our door open. They can’t see anything through it. But at some point we have to scramble for the covers. We push back together in spoons as River pulls the comforter over us. The stealth fuck position. But no one comes in.

I’m missing interlock. It used to be my favorite. My cock stabbing into her smooth, deep pussy. Her clitoris available to both of us. Her breasts in easy reach of my hands, and my mouth. But when I push my leg between hers and roll her into position, it’s just not the same. We didn’t do it for a long time because I thought she didn’t like it. Now I guess I’m the one who doesn’t get a whole lot out of it lately. But I still miss it.

We’re getting sweaty in the muggy morning. At least I am. The humidity following an all-night rain. Might as well take advantage of it and have a hot sweaty fuck. We’re uncovered again. I’m back on top. We're hot. We're sweaty. We’re fucking. And enjoying it. “You should probably finish soon.” “If I can.” I don’t feel my orgasm on the horizon yet. And I think I overdid it when we had to break for lube. Too slippery now. “We can always finish later.” That’s sweet.

But predictably I’m not ready to stop. I sit up, bring her knees together in front of me, and watch my cock slipping in and out of the bit of snatch peeking from between her closed legs. “I wish you could see this. We should get you a mirror.” I grab her waist. Now I feel something. Much as I’d like to finish later, I can’t stop. Can’t resist the feeling of impending orgasm. I bang into her until I’m about to come, then push her legs up and lean into her, I want to push in but I don’t want to, I tease myself, just sliding the head in and out of her opening, until my cock stiffens in orgasm and I’m spurting my come just inside, then pushing through it for the afterfuck.

“How can we keep that feeling all day?”

My plan yesterday was to go to the roller derby with River and in the evening she’d have a nice orgasm or two or three and I’d fuck her in one or more of them. The second is my favorite to come in. The first one is hers. The second is for both of us. Like most of my plans this one doesn’t work out, and we postpone until morning. When morning comes it seems like sleep would be better than sex for her so I don’t wake her up.

River wakes up about fifteen minutes before she has to get up. I was right about letting her sleep. She needed it. She’s nice to wake up with. There’s something about a naked sweetie. And now I know what it is. She’s naked.

She rolls over and puts her arm on me. That’s so sweet. I reach down and pull her leg across me, her thigh resting warmly on my balls, and rub her back with one hand, while I slowly grind my hips against her, the skin on my balls being stretched against her leg and pulling on my cock enticingly. I want it to get hard so I can roll her on top. We’ve been talking about getting her on top more often.

It’s not getting hard. I pull her on top anyway. It’s been a while since I’ve done that. Now I can use both hands on her back, my fingers rippling down beside her spine, across the concavity of her back, following the curve of her ass, rising and falling, down her legs. Her legs feel strong, one leg descending firmly on either side of me, and I can’t help but think of her pussy spread between them, of tensing my muscles to lift my hard cock off my body, and of entering her while she slides back onto it. But I’m still not hard.

I leave my hands on her ass and pull her against me, rubbing my cock against her pubic bone. I don’t want to repeat yesterday morning, so I say it. “I’m thinking of you in a sexual way.” Yesterday morning. When I was rubbing her back, and she was thinking non-sexual thoughts while my cock rose of its own accord and made itself apparent. Until she got out of bed ten minutes early, leaving me feeling undesirable, unable to evoke the intended response in her. We talked about it. “Yes, you are. How can we keep that feeling all day?” “Start now, finish later.” “We’ve only got about three minutes.” “That’s enough.”

River sits up on me. Gets me hard with her hand. Leans forward. Leans back onto my cock. And fucks me with her well-lubricated pussy. Ovulation.

She experiments with different angles and pressures. Her pubic bone scrapes up and down along the top of my cock. She settles down on it and I relax into the breathless feeling of penetration. She hugs against me and I feel timeless. Sits up and spreads her legs wide and her power flows into me.

When our time is up she presses her knees together and rests her legs on my chest, then slides up to the tip of my cock. I can see it resting in the moist folds of her lips. I want her to squeeze down once more. But our time is up.

Today I feel desirable. I’ll have that feeling all day. And when River comes home, we’ll finish what we started. “You inspire me, you know. Having sex without an orgasm. It’s actually quite nice.” “Maybe I’ll have one tonight.” Me, too.

“I never knew a girl could just get on and off like that.”

I wake up after eight. River is downstairs studying for an exam. She’s such a good girl.

I feel something slip upwards between the sheet and my stomach. It’s my cock spontaneously getting hard. Why does that happen in the morning sometimes? And then sometimes not, when River is so obviously ready for me to fuck her? I don’t get it. I push the covers down, flex my muscles down there, watch the head swell out into a purple mushroom.

Someone is bounding up the stairs. Sounds like a kid. I cover myself. River bursts into the room. She pulls her clothes off, flings them around, and stands there, smiling and naked. The timing is too good to be true. I push the covers back down and stand my highly erect cock up for her. “That’s nice. Someone could pick you up by that knob.” “You could pick me up. I wasn’t expecting this.” “For me to come into the room and take my clothes off?” “That either. To have a boner.”

She sits on the bed. I move her hand to my erection and she strokes it up and down, pushes my balls around. “I like a nice friendly feel.” We were just talking about that last night, how River might be avoiding the friendly feels because she doesn’t want me to interpret them as come-ons, and me saying that I like a friendly feel regardless.

“Do you want to get on it?” She’s got more studying to do so I don’t imagine we’re going to have an all-out fuck, but a quick friendly in-and-out would be nice.

Then I realize what’s going on. She started some oral steroids last night. They gave her a terrible sleep but now they’ve made her energetic and loopy. Bounding into the room and flinging her clothes off.

River stands on the bed, towering over me. I point my cock up for her and she drops down to it and her pussy starts swallowing my cock. I feel her pleasant moistness as my cock disappears into her. She’s halfway on. I take my hand away, my cock secure in her pussy, and she pushes all the way down. The last inch is almost painful before she’s completely lubed, but there she is, squatting on me, her lips at the base of my cock.

She gives a few friendly pumps, up and down, smiling, her pussy now smoothly lubricated with her sweet frictiony juice. Then she gets off and my cock thwacks down onto me. That was a nice wakeup.

We head off down the hall to the shower, my cock sticking out lewdly. “You could put a leash on it and make me follow you around.” It’s still nicely slippery with River juice and I give it a few strokes, but it dries quickly.

We talk about how scripted that whole scene seemed. I wake up, get hard, squeeze my knob, she bounds in, throws her clothes off, comments on my knob, gets on it, gives a few friendly pumps, then gets off. Even that last part seems perfect for this morning. “It can take a long time to get off with a morning boner. But you got off it pretty quick.” “It’s amazing what you can get away with. I never knew a girl could just get on and off like that.”