Thursday morning date

We walk into the bedroom for our Thursday morning date. Why the bedroom? We never quite know when somebody’s going to show up to work on our ongoing remodel.

River closes the door. “These dates always seem weird,” I say. “And businesslike,” adds River. The dark triangle of bush appears beneath her soft off-white shirt. The weird and businesslike suddenly evaporate for me in her subtle heat. Will she leave it on? She does.

“Is it the right height if I do this?” She bends over with her hands on a chair. When has it not been the right height. But I’m not yet hard enough to stick it in from the rear. I sit on the floor behind her. Her pussy unfolds dark and pink between her strong legs, under the pale globes of her ass cheeks, under her soft white shirt. My tongue probes the slit of her labia. There’s her tangy taste. Helping me get harder. My tongue reaches forward for her clit. It’s a long stretch. Even for me. I can’t sustain the tongue-lashing she deserves. My tongue backs up to her pussy, then I stand and push my hard cock into her. And we fuck.

Easy at first. I look down, between her cheeks, watching my cock pull out until the head appears beneath her delicate asshole, then plunge back in, through the improbable spot, every surface and texture of her cunt joining in a riot of juicy sensation, tingling into me, spreading.

My hands on the front of her legs pull her against me. My legs against hers. Harder. Deeper. She stands on her toes. Lifts her ass higher. Fuck me, it says. My hips thrusting me into her. Her ass melting softly against my skin. Her intensifying moans increasing my own intensity.

Already my knees are weak.

She’s face down on the bed. My hands part her legs. She spreads them for me. Her pussy gapes and glistens between them. Raunchy. I lower my cock until it finds her pink and pump in under her ass. Pull out. Pump in. Fuck her.

I move my leg outside hers. Her ass tilts into inviting. I grind into her, my whole body behind my thrusts, her pussy absorbing my cock, letting go, taking it again. I like to watch. My shaft disappears into her, between her fleshy lips, re-emerging slick with her juices. It’s too much. I have to hold off. A classic hold-off with my cock twitching just inside her, wanting to finish what we’ve started. Patience.

River rolls on top. And fucks me. Her bush swallows my cock repeatedly. She pulls her shirt over her head as she fucks me. Unhooks her bra and frees her tits. I luxuriate in the ecstasy of single point. The crush of her hands on my chest. She rotates to 135. I can’t keep my hand off her ass. Why would I want to. Into reverse cowgirl. (She remembered!) All the way around to face me again. “I have visions of your penis twisting inside me.” Not to worry.

She falls back and pulls me over on top. Time to finish. It takes some long hard fucking in my present situation. Especially since I got dangerously close to the edge earlier. But River doesn’t seem to mind. I think she actually likes my little medication-induced problem. As long as at least one of us orgasms.

I’m grabbing anything I can for extra leverage as I pound her. Her shoulders. Her head. The edge of the bed. It’s working. As long as I don’t wear her out. But she seems indestructible. Good thing because she’s taking a beating.

And finally I come. These problematic orgasms are different. They don’t have the wind-up I’m used to. No water rushing hissing off the beach into the ephemeral calm of ocean before the crash of the next breaker. Not so much like the oft-analogized sneeze. It’s more of a steady build that just goes right on through to orgasm at some point with no clear beginning. I don’t even notice the series of contractions that send my jizz spurting. Just the warm pressure within my body that explodes into paroxysms of agonizing euphoria.

It might just be a matter of technique. I get much the same effect when I pound my way through an orgasm. I prefer the wind-up and clearly delineated spurts. Feeling my jizz spill into River and flow around me.

It’s a long afterfuck. I’m hugging River’s legs up to my chest and we’re both still fucking away as we cool down. It’s like she doesn’t want to stop. Like I never want to stop.

“How come you never want me to wear anything to bed?” “I never think of it.” Ask a silly question. “You looked really good in your shirt. And you took it off at just the right time. You’re good at that.” “I was inspired.”

A convert, or, problem solved

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Cunnilingus date

We have the cunnilingus date that didn’t happen last night. I’m looking forward to it. Light the candles, shave for the second night in a row, put on our favorite music to fuck to, pull the bedroom shades to make a comfort zone for River, bring in a washcloth to keep her from getting too wet down there. One of the reasons she’s given for not liking cunnilingus so much.

I butter River up. Literally. A quick body butter slather. I’m impatient to dive her muff. She says she’ll be on board. Sometimes she is, sometimes she isn’t. Only one way to find out.

“Hi girlfriend.” Put my pillow on the floor beside the bed to kneel on. Pull River over to the edge. There’s a radiator right behind me. Not much room for my feet. But maybe River can rest her feet on it. She tries it, then puts them on my shoulders.

There’s her pussy. Her lips. Luscious. Dark. Thick. I part them with my tongue. Circle her opening. Find her tangy taste. Find her clit. My tongue rubs her hood over it. “That’s the right spot.” I love having my face in her pussy. My finger inside for her g-spot. My other hand pulling us together. But I’m not getting any more feedback, other than an occasional moan or shift in position. Or flinch when I hit something too sensitive. I can’t see her face when I gaze up her body. I stop a few times to use the washcloth on her. “You’re getting me warmed up.” I’ve lost track of time. “That’s probably about all you can stand.”

Before I finish I move back to her pussy opening. Lapping up her tangy taste. Putting my mouth on her and pushing my tongue in as far as I can. Fucking her with it, pulling back then pushing it into her. And feeling myself get hard. And harder. It usually takes some manual stimulation lately, but tonight I'm hard for her taste. And the tongue-fuck. It feels nice getting hard for that.

When I stand up she’s surprised. “Your taste got me hard.” “That’s amazing.” I slip right into her with no hands and we fuck. There’s something about being barely on the edge of the bed. Focused. Clinging to River for stability. Just enough room to fuck. Then I realize I can put my feet on the radiator. And it’s even better. My erection is strong. Her pussy is full of my spit. We fuck hard. Desperately. Pulling down on her shoulder like I’m trying to break her.

“Poor clitoris. Not getting any more attention.” “Clitoris is ok.”

I sit up. River arches onto me and fucks me from the bottom. It feels impossibly nice being fucked like this. “I could just let you make me come.” “Ok.” River fucks me harder. I’m not even moving. Just letting her push her pussy onto me. Fuck me with her cunt. This won’t take long. The build-up is just right. Not too fast. Not too slow. The warm prickly feeling intensifies. Spreads its tendrils. I feel brittle. Solid. Ticklish. Candy-coated. I don’t move. Just watch River pump onto me, feel the sensations twine through me, down my legs, across my abdomen, into my arms, I’m about to scream and suddenly I’m coming, and I am screaming, the threads thickening and searing through my body like a slow electric shock, then being pulled out, I can’t hold myself up, I fall onto River, helpless, everything comes together and annihilates, there’s nothing left but us, our bodies, my cock, her pussy. Our fuck.

When I recover we keep going. The afterfuck. It’s still good. I’m still hard. She’s even wetter. She squeezes but I’m too hard for her to squirt out. Too bad. I never want to stop.

“I wonder how many other people have used that radiator?” “Probably none.” Our house is 99 years old. Surely in 99 years that radiator has been part of somebody’s escapade. But it’s not like it says “Reed was here” on it. Maybe I should start writing that in various places. I can just see it. “Everywhere I go in this house it says ’Reed was here.’ And River was always with him.”

Limeade

“I should warn you that I’m still dripping. If you want to eat me.” “No worries.” What kind of person would I be if I made her drip all day then shied away from my own jizz. I’m looking forward to it. When she brought a pineapple home from the store I suggested it would go nicely with my plans for tonight. She’s game.

After this morning I’m ready to go again. “Would you like to see whether you’ve got one in you this evening? No promises for later, but I’m in the mood now.” “Probably. But let’s see how we feel later.”

We’re in bed together fairly early. Snuggling for warm up. Although I’ve got a feeling that maybe River would rather back out. Which would be fine. That’s what we agreed on.

My hand roams her body. Her small tits, nipples perking through my fingers. The soft skin of her inner thighs. Her scratchy muff, bare skin on either side. Her succulent lips.

The comforter covers her body, her face at the top, her bare legs emerging from the bottom. I position myself over her. “Remember the time we did it like this? It felt kind of chaste.” With the comforter between us. “Hardly chaste.” “You know what I mean.”

We move to the edge of the bed. The comforter blocks my view of her face. All I can see are her legs. And her pussy. She tastes good tonight. The tangy taste that I like. Extra tangy. Like limeade. I love limeade. I lap at her hole. Licking it up. Push my tongue in as far as I can. Tease her clit, then settle in on it. I’m glad we left a strip of fur. What’s a muff dive without some muff.

“I can tell you’re working hard, but I’m not feeling much.” I can tell. She’s not trying much, either. She’s been fairly inert. I try to make up for it by pulling her into my face and being my usual enthusiastic and attentive self, but it doesn’t go anywhere. “That’s ok. I’m working on something else for you to feel.” I move my tongue back down to her opening and the limeade really does it for me. Mouth-watering. I get hard quickly, nice and hard, like I knew I would.

I rise and stand at the foot of the bed in obvious readiness. No hands required. Just get it in the right place and push. Feels a bit crude. In a good way. It takes some wiggling on River’s part before it slides into her. River juice, this morning’s jizz, a touch of oil, and now my own saliva are all mingling in the crucible of her cunt. I give it a good stir, my cock straining, trying to expand past the edges of its own hardness, her pussy both soothing and invigorating.

The comforter covers all of River’s face but her mouth. What does she see in her mind? Colors? Someone else? Nothing? I’m not even sure what I see with my eyes open. My sense of touch overwhelms. The firm softness of her body under mine. Her warmth. The pressures where we come together. The tip of my cock, only wanting one thing, so sensitive yet unaware of most aspects of its surroundings. The shaft, being rhythmically caressed up and down by the ring of her pussy opening. The base, snugging satisfyingly up against her.

My chest presses down against the slight stubble of her lower legs and I feel alive. My hips arc my cock in and out of her pussy and I feel wanted. My movements are automatic. Instinctive. Like breathing. Then I take control of the thrusts. I do what I want. Microfuck, just the head in her opening. Steep fuck, watching my cock descend downwards into her, beneath her dark strip of curly brown fuzz. G-spot fuck, with the complex tactile sensations of my cock grazing past the textures of her front wall. Her hands on my waist, on my ass, her nails on my back. My hand on her shoulder, gripping meaningfully, my arm tensing as I pull her firmly against me in counterpoint to my thrusts, her moans encouraging me.

“Ok.” Again I haven’t held off. I haven’t encouraged it. It’s just here. And it’s going to be a good one. She pulls me towards her as I come, gasping and panting and collapsing.

I feel her trying to push me out. I resist. Who will win? She will. She always does. I’m at my most vulnerable. “And I have a secret weapon.” I have no defense. She coughs, and I squirt out.

I wish she’d had one in her.

A very long day

We’re folding clothes yesterday evening. There’s a pair of panties on the floor that don’t seem to be part of the load. I hold them up. “Is something going on around here that I don’t know about?” “No.” A pause. “Somebody should wear those.” Another pause. “Is my butt really that big?” “This is one of your biggest pairs.” All River’s panties are size small. It’s just that this style has more coverage. I always have a hard time believing that her perfect ass is a size small. I never think of her as small. I think of her as medium height and nicely HWP and just right. “You know how many women would kill to have a butt that size?”

Later I’m thinking. What did she mean by somebody should wear them? And asking whether her butt was that big? “When you said somebody should wear them, who might you have had in mind?” “You.” I seriously doubt that’s what she was thinking. More likely she's teasing me. Or she knows what I'm angling for. She can read my mind sometimes. Not that it's terribly difficult.

I have worn panties exactly once. I don’t remember how it happened, but we swapped underwear and fucked at a Wyoming motel on our first road trip. Or our second road trip, depending on how you count. No. Our third. In the moving truck. My erection springing virtually unrestrained from the skimpy confines of her panties sticks with me.

By this morning, her panties still haven’t found their way into her drawer. I'd like to put them to good use. Surprise her sometime. I put them in my drawer. And get an idea. Why not surprise her now? I slip my jeans and boxer briefs off. Pull her panties on. Tuck myself into them. I like how they hold my package high and tight. It seems to enhance my presence. No, that’s just my cock stiffening with an obscene arousal that I like.

When to surprise her? We have a visitor this morning. Before, or after? I don’t know. Maybe there will just be a right time. I come downstairs. “I’m sitting in your place.” Drinking her coffee at the dining room table. It’s not like we’ve really got places at the table. At least I don’t. I just sit wherever for breakfast. But I can’t remember ever seeing her in that spot. My dinner spot, where I sit across from River and can look into her eyes. I sit down across the corner from her. Now is the time. “How ironic that you’re in my spot.” I’m in her panties. I pull down the top of my jeans to flash the magenta-pink waistband at her. She smiles. “Comfy?” “Surprisingly so.”

I’ve got a plan now. After our visitor leaves I’ll corner her in the art room closet and we’ll fuck standing up with her back against the wall. She turned it down yesterday, but circumstances may have changed.

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It feels like I’m leaking in her panties. I go up to the bathroom to check. I catch my reflection in the mirror with my pants down and I’m struck by the color combination. Light blue jeans and a bright yellow t-shirt framing the magenta-pink panties. I get my camera. It’s harder than I think being both subject and photographer in my erotic photo session in the dining room. But I’m learning a lot about posing. A few years ago this would have made my cock rise uncontrollably out of the panties which would have made for some nice shots. Sadly not any more.

The back door clicks open. River is home. “I’ve been doing my own erotic photo session.” I show her a few of my favorites. “You’ve got a nice primary color thing there.” “Would you like to be my photographer?” “I’m afraid of your camera.” She’s actually a good photographer who knows her way around a film SLR and has a sound sense of composition. She’s an artist, after all. “But I could be a prop. Do you know where the tripod is?” I wonder what she has in mind. I’ll have to find out later because as usual she’s got things to do. It may be a while before I can corner her in the closet.

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River has a pretty full schedule this morning. She is very sweetly trying to accommodate my perversions, but it looks like she’s only got time for one. Closet? Or photo shoot? I can’t decide. On top of that we’ve planned a hot date tonight, along with whatever comes unplanned afterwards.

I explain my dilemma to River, and express my regrets that perhaps the closet moment has passed. “It’s not that I’ve been hoping for years to do it in that closet with you. It’s that cleaning it together was a nice time, and there was the moment.” When it comes to doing it, I’m less about what we did yesterday or the day before or last week, and more about what’s happening now. Somehow, she thinks up a way to do both. She’ll be my photographer now. And we can do it in the closet after our date. A scheduling genius.

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River is my photographer. And what a photographer she is. I set up the camera and give her a few ideas for directing me and she takes off. “Pull them down at an angle.” “Lift your shirt.” “Butt out.” “Chin back.” “Reach in.” “On the bed.” “By the window.” “Look manly.” “Look girly.” “Show me what you got.” She looks hot with the camera. I’d definitely look better with a hardon. A few years ago I wouldn’t have been able to keep it down. But not any more. So I oil up and start jacking off, reaching in, showing her what I’ve got, getting hard. Cutting loose and rather enjoying myself while River shoots away. But I’m more about erotic and we’re doing porn now. I don’t buy that line that lighting is the only difference. Erotic is far more subtle. And far more powerful. But I jack, River shoots, until . . . “I better stop. Unless you want a come shot.” “We might as well go all the way.” I hope I’m not sabotaging our closet action tonight.

The camera is silent. She’s waiting for it. “Here it comes. Well, a few more.” She snaps the shutter prematurely and misses the money shot. There’s always next time. I put my arms around her. “That was awesome.” The first time I’ve masturbated to orgasm in over a year. I picked a good time.

And if I learned one thing from that session, it’s that I need to brush my hair for our date tonight.

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We have our date. I brush my hair. River styles it. The kids are old enough to leave at home now. Out to our favorite Italian restaurant with our favorite squid appetizer. During dinner I excuse myself to go to the men’s room to remove my panties. It would be easier in a skirt. Just whip them off. No pantyhose for me. I come back and show them to River. We have some nice smoochies in our corner table. Dinner was delicious. Sadly, no room for dessert.

Due to the unscheduled afternoon come shot, I’ve taken a cialis for insurance tonight. It’s kicking in, and the stimulation from going commando is more than I want. Once again, a skirt would be better. When we get home I slip the magenta-pinks back on and enjoy the high and tight feeling again.

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Looking back, I was a bit irritable this morning, but my mood has been good ever since I put this pair on. I recommend them to River if she ever needs a mood lifter. “They’ll never be the same again though.” “Because you stretched them out? Your butt isn’t that big.” “In the front.”

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The kids are asleep. At least they’re supposed to be. River brings in the wax kit she got yesterday. She wants to do a landing strip, and wax her bikini line throughout the summer. That’s a first. The femininity of her bush attracts me strongly. But change intrigues me. Especially when I get to help. But it’s getting late. We’ve already done our photo shoot and had a nice dinner date. Doing the wax and the closet fuck would make an almost impossibly full day. So we save the wax for another day and head for the closet. I wonder what changed her mind about the closet. She’s not telling.

“Should we bring something to make it comfortable?” “I was thinking we’d just do it standing up.” Quickie-style. I switch on the closet’s soft pink light for mood. River takes her pants off. That’s a little disappointing. In my standing face-to-face quickie fantasy we don’t remove our pants completely. She knows what fuels my fantasy. But we don’t like to talk about it and consequently I’m not comfortable suggesting we keep them on, just pulling them down enough to fuck. Especially since lately it’s been hard enough doing it standing even with them off. We can't usually pull it off in the shower any more. At least we keep our shirts on today. And she leaves her bra on. Quickie-style.

The cialis has my cock on a hair trigger. But it takes a little more of River's attentive fondling than I thought to get a nice erection. I would have skipped the cialis completely except we haven’t been very successful at standing lately and I did the come shot this afternoon. Now I’m good to go. Erection pills. Those must have been some fun drug trials. What will they come up with next. Maybe something for River.

River backs into the closet. It’s 75x75cm. With a window. Good practice for a phone booth. I consider closing the door but something is making me too self-conscious to do that. I lift her leg up on my arm and squootch down while she lines us up. After several tries we get it in and I feel the familiar pleasant squeeze of her pussy on my cock head. But it’s awkward. “Move this leg forward and this one back.” That’s what I want to hear. Maybe she's more comfortable directing me after being my photographer. Our adjusted position works better but it’s still not conducive to a good fuck. Or much of a fuck at all. I push her against the back wall and lift her other leg, she tries to brace her feet on the narrow door jamb, and we get in a few silly thrusts before I have to put her down. At least it’s playful. And she’s a good sport. But if it weren’t for the cialis I’d be losing my erection by now.

“There’s another way to do it standing up, you know.” I’m hoping she’ll pull out something face-to-face that I never would have thought of and that doesn’t require a swimming pool. But she turns around and bends over with her hands on the wall. I haven’t forgotten this way. How could I, after what we did on that glacier on our Alaska road trip. I’m really in a face-to-face mood, but I find her pussy and slide my cock in from behind, finally getting a decent fuck going. And the view is arousing. I can't quite see her pussy from this angle, just my cock repeatedly disappearing into her somewhere beneath her ass. I grab her hips for a good bang. We have our usual problem of slowly drifting backwards while we do it, until River can’t reach the wall. And things tend to dry out in this position and today is true to form. We lose a bit of precious juice every time I get greedy, wanting to feel my cock slip in through her opening, and I pull back too far and it slips out. It would be easy to come like this, but I suggest that we move upstairs for some nice face-to-face on the bed. She accepts gladly. I knew she would.

I kneel between her legs. She raises one of them. Rests it on my shoulder. I oil her pussy, thumb her clitoris, stroke my cock a few times to stiffen it back up, then stick it in. My thumb stays on her clit, circling her hood over it while we fuck. The leg draped on my shoulder gives her a luxurious reclining look, and gives me the feeling that I’m servicing her. A nice feeling. I'll do my best to serve her well. The closet was fun. But I guess this is what I really wanted. A more luxurious fuck with my sweetie.

We get a vigorous bang going, my hands on her hips again, her leg still on my shoulder, our bodies thwacking together. She’s always liked vigorous. It’s usually too much for me and I end up coming or having to stop every 20 seconds to hold off. I’m hoping the cialis and my afternoon orgasm will increase my endurance, but I doubt they will. “How long do you want to go?” “Not too long.” I’ll just come whenever then.

Something about this ad-hoc position tonight is reminding me of mini-v. River is obviously enjoying it, and so am I, but I’m wondering what it will be like to come this way. Because I’m about to find out. My orgasm starts and I thrash desperately for some deep penetration, pulling her towards me, trying to push her legs up and go deep to feel her against the base of my cock, but it’s not happening. It takes a couple spurts before I get things sorted, pulling us together by her legs, pressing into her, feeling my jizz flow.

“That was really stimulating.” “Which part?” “The finish.” I’m glad she liked it. So did I. I wish we could do it longer. I never want to stop.

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“That was a long day. Maybe we should start every day with some cunnilingus.” “Did we?” “In the shower.” “Oh yeah. That was so short it was more like just cu-.”

Afternoon muff dive

We go for a walk in the afternoon. We’re talking, and forget to have a kiss in our usual sunny spot. But when we get home River snuggles with me on the futon. We talk about going out to dinner. “Then I can slather you, and then . . .” “That’s hard to turn down. I’m probably open to anything you want today. Except in the butt.” Her IBS is bothering her. “We should do that again sometime.” “Should we go upstairs and get naked?” “I was actually thinking of after dinner.” “Well, in your spirit of doing it while we’re in the mood . . .” I’ll go along with that. She reaches for my balls. I feel her boob through her shirt, and she moves her bra cup out of the way to give me direct access to one of my favorite boobs. And I start getting a response.

We go upstairs. I peel. Put on divbyzero, our favorite music to fuck to. River comes in and peels. She’s hot. I look again to make sure she’s as hot as I think she is. And she is. Trim. Sporty. Compact tits. She turns away and the curves of her ass are undeniable.

I slather her back, sitting behind that nicely shaped ass as usual. She reaches a friendly hand down to my knee. I like that. I work down to her butt, gripping her ass cheeks in my hands, pulling them apart, pushing them together, slathering body butter down her crack. This time I don’t have to deny myself. I scoot back, put my face down, and tickle her lips with my tongue, up and down, probing between them. She giggles. I like that. “I can roll over so you don’t have to have your nose in my ass.” I didn’t even really notice.

When she rolls over I pull her to the edge of the bed and sit beside it, my most comfortable muff dive position. She starts with her feet on the bed. Her pussy is served up nicely, ready for whatever I’ve got. I give her whole pussy a once-over tasting, tongue-fucking her tangy opening, pulling her lips into my mouth, flattening my tongue and rubbing her with it. I move up to her clitoris, feeling it with the tip of my tongue. She pushes back against me and I dive in hard, rubbing her hood over her clit with my tongue like she’s showed me with my fingers.

She’s really into it today, moaning, squirming, grinding against my mouth. That gets me even more into it, tonguing big hard circles on her clit, higher and lower, exploring with the tip of my tongue while I circle with the flat, pulling the skin at the apex of her slit for better access to her sensitive clitoris, my nose in her muff inhaling her scent, her feet on my back, my finger in her pussy, my arm around her leg pulling her into my face.

“What you’re doing now is making me want to get to the good part.” That’s a really sweet way of putting it. I move back and gaze at the thick lips of her pussy, up at her face, reach for my cock and spread my own slippery leakage around the head as I start to get hard. I expose the glistening button of her clit and River watches as I brush it with my tongue tip, then up and down her lips, then suck on her clit while I jack off.

I want to keep my cock hidden until I can surprise her with something nice and hard and ready to fuck her with. It doesn’t take long. I stand up, her pussy gaping in front of me, ready to be fucked, my cock ready to fuck her. “That’s nice. Proud and defiant.” I get on the bed with her, my knees right on the edge, slide my cock into her hole, and we fuck. The good part. Deep and soft and slippery.

There’s not much room for me on the edge of the bed. It’s hard to stay deep. So I hit it at a quick pace, not very deep, but stimulating. “I know what you’re doing.” “What am I doing?” “Going for the g-spot.” “The interesting terrain in your pussy.” Stimulating for both of us. But we want something deeper, so with each thrust I bang River backwards while she scoots until we’re both fully on the bed and she rocks up into jackknife with her legs on my shoulders and I push in until I feel cervix. “That’s deep,” she says. We both like it. Her cervix gives me some extra stimulation as the tip of my cock squeezes past it at the end of each thrust. I push in again and again to feel it.

It’s a nice sweet happy fuck, in jackknife, minimagnetism, missionary, default. We’re back in jackknife, thrusting against her cervix. I think it’s time for me to come. My body agrees. I feel my skin tingling. “I’m going to come.” River already knows that. She feels the goosebumps crawling up my back. A few more thrusts and I’m there, totally over the top, everything dissolving and melting together, I don’t even notice the individual spurts, just keep my cock pushed deep inside her while I have a huge orgasm, hugging her leg against my face to get me through it until I can breathe again.

We’ve got about ten minutes until we’ve got to get on with our day. I roll to my left and we stay together in snuggly position while my cock goes soft inside her. She doesn’t even squeeze it out.

Wrapping presents in the basement

The basement is off-limits to kids. We're wrapping presents. That must be what we call it now.

My parents were over for a Chistmas Eve visit. We've got some champagne that we intended to open with them, but the timing didn't work out, so we open it after they've gone. River and I are snuggling on the couch. We've shared a glass between us. "This champagne is making me really amorous." Amorous. I like that. Her switch has been flipped, her parts are on fire, and she wants to take advantage of her mood. No waiting until this evening. I've been feeling third-dayish, and the basement was giving me ideas earlier today. We've never done it there. River said she never would. Surprise. I plug in a heater and let it run for a while. And I gather some supplies. Massage oil, silicone lube, a hand towel. And in a flash of inspiration, a hot wet washcloth. Not that it's likely to stay hot.

We head to the basement. River spreads a blanket on the rug. I turn out one of the lights for mood. We can see the neighbor's porch out the window but no big deal. We undress each other. Everything but her socks. Sit facing each other. We talk while River plays with my parts and I finger her slit. Talk about how it's been more than a month since I ate her pussy. About how the way she feels now is how I feel most of the time. About how the champagne might affect my performance. About what we want to do with each other.

It takes a while, but River gets me up. She's good at that. She likes the reward of a job well-done. She gets into doggy position, her legs together as usual. It's a semi-erect stick-in, but my cock gets fully hard when the fuck starts, and I watch it pumping in and out under her sexy butt. She is on fire. Really into it. Moaning. Fucking back. Letting me bang her cervix. Doing all the work. We talk about how we didn't used to do much doggy. A couple nice rear-entry positions, but not so much doggy. It seemed kind of submissive and degrading to me. Not intimate enough. Now it's playful and energetic. And the view of River's perfect ass is amazing. I sigh and breathe heavily. "That means I really like it."

River sits up into hello kitty and the view gets even better, with her waist nipping in above her butt. It's an easy position for her to do all the work, rocking up and down with her hands on her knees, fucking me. Fucking herself on my cock. I lean back and enjoy the waves of pleasure she's sending through me, her extra push right at the end of the stroke, watching her lips slide up my shaft as she leans forward.

River wants to be on her back. To feel the blanket on her skin. To feel her pussy getting pounded. Deep missionary with her heels on my butt. I pull her legs up into minimagnetism and suddenly it feels amazing to both of us. River sounds like she's going to come, and I am going to come. I have to back off a bit. Neither of us wants this to end soon.

I put River's legs on my shoulders for jackknife. My cock squishes in and out of her quite nicely. But I'm going soft. That hasn't happened for a while. Is it the champagne? I'm confident I can get it back up. At least I hope I can. I stroke my cock a bit with some massage oil but it's not going anywhere.

But her pussy is staring at me, her fleshy lips calling to me, her bush beckoning. I put my mouth on her and press my tongue down on her clit. "You can give me hints." "It feels great." I feel great, my nose in her muff, inhaling her scent, looking up past her boobs to her face, my tongue working her clit, my hands holding her against me, both of us moaning. This is how it's supposed to be. "That feels really amorous. And hot." I answer when I can take a break. "It's meant to." Maybe I've finally got it figured out: fucking as foreplay. Get her warmed up with something she likes^*. Then some cunnilingus. I love eating her when she's into it. And she is. I try to jack off to get myself hard again. But most of my attention is on her. I pull the skin at the top of her slit to expose her button for my tongue. And I'm still not getting hard.

"Do you have one in you?" "I might." She takes over on her button so we can each give ourselves some serious attention. She can come and I can be ready to fuck her when she comes. I slide my fingers into her wet pussy and circle her g-spot. River fingers her nipples and I oil them for her. Right about now Brook is outside the door and wants to talk to River. I get up to hold the door closed if necessary, and River sweetly persuades her to go back upstairs. I doubt River will be able to get herself off after that interruption. But I'm finally getting hard again.

"What do you want?" "Mmm, straight up my pussy." I oblige, a quick thrust straight up and in. "That's what I want." We do some vigorous banging, our bodies pounding together, River getting rug burn on her back as she gets pushed across the blanket. We kiss until I remember. "Sorry, I smell like pussy." My favorite, not hers.

She spreads her legs in the wide V and grabs her toes and suddenly everything clicks for us, I'm hitting a spot inside her pussy that feels great for both of us and we're both gasping and we both know this is going to be the finish. "I'm going to ..." and I can't even get the word out because I'm coming so hard and pushing in all the way and squeezing every last drop into her, "... come."

I get the washcloth for her. It's not hot any more, but the cool feels nice, and she appreciates having the washcloth and the towel to clean up. We wrap some presents, River sitting on the towel to catch the occasional drip, then get dressed and go upstairs.

"Same time next year?" "Did we just start a new tradition?"

^* Or maybe it's the champagne. That would suck. Using alcohol as a way to get women to drop their inhibitions and open up, so to speak, is something I never learned, discovered, considered, or even thought of. It disgusts me.

A fucking amazing date

We both agree. That was a fucking amazing date.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We still can’t believe we did it.

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

At my parents' house

We're spending a few nights at my parents' house. They're away. We take their bedroom. "Do it in my parents' bed?" "Or in their tub. Or both." River gets a bath going. The tub is big, but it's really only built for one. Which seems silly. Who could resist their hot naked sweetie, relaxing in the tub? I can't. She's irresistible as ever. I get in with River, facing her, her legs spread over mine, my cock floating upwards in the hot water. Her bush and pussy draw my attention, on display under water. "Your balls are floating." I must have her attention, too. She reaches down and feels them, identifying the anatomical features inside my nut sack. I just like having my balls fondled. Being her specimen. "A fine specimen." "You have a fine specimen, too." "The winged wonder." I hope she's not being derogatory. She knows I love her pussy, how it looks, how it feels, how I told her the first time she showed it to me long ago. I like how her lips float in the water, gently parted, allowing easy access as I rub my thumb between them, pulling them, tracing them up and down.

"Want to see how long I can hold my breath?" But I'm not really ready for that. Yet. It's been a long day and we both want to relax in the tub for a while, enjoying each other's company. River is nice to be naked with. Her bush looking girly. The nipples on her small tits peeking out above the water line. Her cute face smiling at me.

I touch my cock under water. Partly for me. Partly for her. Before the vasectomy and the consequent ED I could quickly get hard and masturbate to orgasm in the shower or under water. Especially with my naked sweetie in the room. Now I'm not sure anything will happen. Water is sort of the opposite of slippery. But I feel some stirring as my cock stiffens a bit, and River notices. I do have her attention.

I can't keep myself away. River's pussy lips gape irresistibly. I sit up, then bring my face down to her pussy. Take a deep breath. Put my face in the water. Put my tongue in her groove. Move up and tease her clit. I'm almost worried I'll get so absorbed I'll forget where I am and try to breathe without coming up for air. A few bubbles leak out of my mouth while I'm licking her, then a few more, and River starts laughing. I don't even get the idea to blow bubbles on her clit before I come up for air. Something for next time. "Your tongue felt strangely cool in the hot water. Should we go somewhere more comfortable?" "We should dry off first. Even though I'll probably lose my advantage." Meaning my half-erect cock. We've done it on the bed right out of the shower while we're still dripping wet, but a damp bed doesn't make for good sleeping afterwards.

We dry off. River drains some bath water from her hoo. "I'm really relaxed. Any plans?" I've been thinking about how I'd like to fuck River on my parents' bed. Doggy. And jackknife. "Doggy." "Doggy is good. Do you want to do the stick-in that way?" I like that. "Good idea." River gets on her hands and knees with her legs together. I use some silicone lube and stroke my cock while I finger her pussy from behind. I don't want to stick a finger in tonight. I want my cock to be the first thing she feels in her pussy. And I want a nice hard one for a decisive stick-in. "This might take a while." "That's ok." I sit on her feet and she tickles my balls with her toes. "Am I distracting you?" "No, it's nice." Quite an enhancement. When I'm nicely hard I kneel behind her, open her pussy, put the head in, and push. The lube lets it go all the way in with one long push until I feel her ass against my skin. It's exciting, but we both like it when it takes a couple of strokes to get her juices spread around before it goes all the way in with a nice satisfying thrust and I hold it in for a few seconds before the next one. Variety is good, though, and it feels nice gliding in and out of her lubed pussy.

We fuck in our usual doggy position with River's legs together. It's been a while since we did it with her legs spread. "Want to spread your legs?" She spreads. "Are you comfortable?" "Yeah. This is raunchier. Different friction. Maybe deeper." And it's our queefiest fuck ever. After every thrust I pull out to her lips and she queefs. Quiet whispery ones. Loud flappy ones. "You'd think I was doing this on purpose." But I'm not. I'm just fucking her pussy however it feels best. At least we think it's a funny thing we do. A good laugh together.

She puts her head down on the bed. "Mmm, I like that. You leave your pussy up there at just the right height." I grab her ass and bang her, then slow down, pulling her ass against me. "I go my speed." "Works for me." It definitely works for me, feeling my cock slide into her, slide back out, back into her lubed pussy, liking it far too much, seeing her head with her cute short hair down on the bed, her perfect ass up in the air for me, my hands on her ass cheeks pushing her away, her banging back against me, my fingers reaching for her lips, spreading them while we fuck, until I need a break to hold off.

"We should do something else." "We don't have to." But I want to. Jackknife. More lube for River. "I have to be careful. Sometimes the wings get pushed in and they chafe." That's when she'll reach down and pull her lips out of her pussy while we're fucking. I roll River over for face to face. Straighten my legs, cross them for maximum penetration, her legs wrapped around me. A sweet fuck. But somehow I'm losing it. I pull out and sit up, hoping I can stiffen again. Maybe she can get herself off. "Do you have one in you?" "I don't think so. But sometimes when I think I do, I don't. Maybe sometimes when I think I don't, I do." I think about how I've had my best days when I don't think I've got anything. I hope she has a good day.

We masturbate together, me pulling my thumb along the top of my cock, her circling her clitoris with her fingers. Maybe she's just doing it for me, because she knows I like to watch. Watching her fingers push against her clit. Watching her lips get moshed around as she does her circles. Watching her wet pussy opening. I do like to watch. I feel myself stiffening in response. We both want to fuck some more. It's not as hard as I'd like when it goes back in but we're fucking again, in and out of her soft pussy, and it stiffens up nicely. I scoop her legs onto my shoulders for jackknife. See my cock plunging nicely through her bush into her pussy. "I'm going to finish." Almost before I know what's happening I feel myself coming, a strange one, almost like I'm not ready to come yet, but there it is, feeling the squirts go into her. River senses it. "A strange one?" "Yes, but I can't really explain." Maybe it reminds me of masturbating and trying to come without letting my cock get very hard. Just to see if I could. No matter. My cock is hard, and it was a nice fuck in my parents' bed.

Mmm, my sweetie fucked me good last night

The previous night turned out to be a bit of a trainwreck. I was pressuring River too much for cunnilingus, which she really doesn't like, and the mood soured. But we always recover and snuggle each other to sleep. No make-up sex though. I don't like make-up sex. It always seems so cloying and phony somehow.

I indulge her by buying some of her favorite sparkling wine while we're out shopping. I'm not sure I've ever been in a wine shop before. Part of the counter is a polished slice of wood with a natural blemish, a vagina shaped hole surrounded by dark fleshy lips. I run my finger over it and make sure River notices. We set up a date for champagne and cunnilingus, on her ovulation day when she'll be most receptive.

I've requested an early start today. River takes a hot bath to warm up. I come in, strip, and kneel on the bathmat, getting myself hard, jacking off. "I'm naked. And wet." Hearing her say that gets me harder. "You can feel my bath water, how hot it is." I wonder if she's thinking I might slip a finger in to get the sensation of her pussy being cooler than the water. "What else can I feel?" "Anything you like." "I like your boobs." I move one hand up to her nipple, pinching it, while my other hand strokes my hard cock. "It's working." I let go of my cock and it stands up for her. "Nice one." Was being wet a hint? About a good time for a muff dive? "You're wet." "I might be amenable." My heart races.

She gets out and dries off, her muff and lips staring me in the face. I want to eat her right there. She stands at the sink and brushes her teeth. The curve of her ass excites me and I know what I have to do. I reach under, spread her pussy lips, put my cock in place, and push. She bends over to accommodate me and we try to push it in, but her watery wet pussy is the opposite of slippery. My cock is hard but it isn't the diamond-tipped drill of a few years ago. I almost lose my erection by the time we work it in deep enough to find her juices. I fuck her from behind while she brushes her teeth.

Someone is padding around in the kids' room, all the doors are open, and we break it off and head back to our room. divbyzero is playing on the squeezebox. Our favorite music to fuck to. The light is on. I can see the neighbors' house out the window. I can see hot, naked River. "Let's start that same way in here." River bends over with her hands on the bed, I part her lips again, push my hard cock in, and we get a good fuck going. I put my hands behind my back, look down and watch the entire length pull out and plunge back in, only our parts touching. I push in deep. No problems with deep tonight. Deep and hard and fast, my hands going to their usual places, from behind my back, to her hips, down the front of her thighs pulling her against me. "What would you like me to do back here?" "I like what you're doing." Going slow like I like, banging hard and slapping together like she likes, until I have to take a break to hold off. At least I don't feel like I'm going to come every five seconds tonight. It feels just right even though it's been three days and my balls have been aching to fuck River for the past two.

"We can't do this the whole time." "What do you want to do?" Now it's my turn to not know what to do. "You had a plan." "For something wet?" "Yes." She's going to let me dive her muff. She is so sweet.

She lowers her head to the bed, her pussy still at just the right height for my cock, her legs still together. And it's even better, banging into her at this angle, hoping she's comfortable.

More footsteps. Out in the hall this time. We rarely close the door and we're standing right in front of it. I follow River's lead and get in the bed. But it's just somebody's late night bathroom break. They don't bother us. They're oblivious to what's going in on our room.

Now that we're on the bed, it's time for something different. Cunnilingus. It's not just for foreplay anymore. Having her pussy served up fresh out of the bath isn't my favorite, it's better when she's skipped a day of washing it, but at least we've been fucking for a while already. "Muff dive?" "I might even enjoy it." "This way or that way?" "Whatever you want." I choose the classic position, River on her back, me lying between her legs, hands ready to pull her in tight. My tongue goes around her opening, up and down, dipping in, suck her lips into my mouth, tongue flat on her clitoris, then bury my face in her muff, tongue probing, finding her clit, starting the circles. River's letting me eat her pussy. At least one of us is going to enjoy it. I want to take some time. Do it right. Remember the big circles that she's asked for. Side to side, up and down circles. I moan as my tongue works her clit, feeling its shape, its hood, the soft folds around it. River's pussy and I are good friends, lovers sharing a kiss, satisfying each other. I pull her tighter, feel her bush against my face, try to get as much pressure with my tongue as she likes with my fingers. Moving my head. Keeping my head still and just using my tongue. Is she enjoying it? Maybe. Sometimes it's more obvious than others. But I sure am. Lapping it up. Feeling friendly. Feeling intimate. Feeling loved. Feeling forgiven. Because I know she's doing it for me. Lift my eyes up to her face. I slip a finger in, hoping to get her g-spot, but I can't reach it at this angle so I just slip it in and out and explore her back wall. But I'm starting to feel like I've had a fulfilling muff dive session so I wind it down. "Was it as good for you as it was for me?"

Now I can reach her g-spot. I stroke it while I get myself hard enough to fuck River some more. Some day I'd like her to do her g-spot just to see what happens. I rub my hand over her bush, feeling it between my fingers, liking the way it makes her look like a girl. "I want to say all kinds of dirty things. I'm going to fuck your pussy. Ram it with my hard cock." "You can do that."

We fuck with her leg on my shoulder. She reaches down and feels my cock. "Shafty." She leaves her hand on her pussy while we fuck. That's something I like to do. Now I like the feeling of my cock sliding between her fingers on the way to her pussy. I lean back, my cock pointing forwards into her, and she fucks back with her hands on the wall. I move my feet forward and we fuck, my cock drilling into her. She reaches for me, wanting to be pulled up on top, and I oblige.

She goes into single point. My favorite. I tip my head back with my arms out to the sides while she nails me. "Fuck ... me ... with ... your ... cunt ..." She could finish me right now if she can keep going, but I don't want it to end. "How long can you do that?" "I don't know." Long enough. She leans forward for a break, her legs squeezed together, my hands on her tits. "I like seeing you up there."

Suddenly I feel her hands on my chest, her weight pressing down on me, squeezing my nipple against its piercing, and she fucks me, up and down on my cock, her pussy devouring it over and over, where is she getting the energy, I can barely stand it, the sensations are overwhelming, sight, sound, smell, touch, feel, too much at once, I can't pay attention to them all. Does my nipple hurt or does it feel good? I don't know. But I like it. It sends stiffening sensations to my cock, being slammed by River's pussy. I think she's smiling but it's a blur, everything running together. "You can finish me." I don't even know what's happening any more. Reed and River are fucking. Then my cock grabs my focus, River pumping it with her cunt, my nuts straining to let loose, and I burst into orgasm, feeling her pussy swirl down onto me one more time in a blaze of colors, a vortex of pink and purple, ribbons of blue and green, as I explode into her grinding pussy, filling her with come, feeling the colors, feeling the warm, feeling the energy, feeling the sound of my own voice, yeah, oh yeah, lllllllnnnnggg, wondering whether the kids hear us and not caring. I breathe hard. That was amazing. River really did me right. I can't wait to return the favor.

The next day I have only one thing on my mind. "Mmm, my sweetie fucked me good last night." And again the next day. I hope River doesn't get tired of hearing that. "I don't think I will."

Walking through the clothing store holding hands. "Mmm, my sweetie fucked me good two nights ago." "I'm glad the effect is lingering." I feel my weighty cock dangle pleasantly in my jeans. "That's not all that's lingering." And I don't care who notices how much River turns me on.

Three is a magic number

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

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

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

Speed record, orgasms, and shooting stars on the balcony

"I have to go pee." "Don't let me stop you. A golden shower is not part of the plan. We would need the front yard and the slip-n-side. But here's a plan for you. Leave your panties off when you come back." "I can do that." River's wearing a skirt and a black top. No bra. She looks good in a skirt. She looks good with no bra.

Another hot day. I'm thinking the living room with the door open, but she's interested in the balcony. We sit outside, then go up to the balcony to sit together for a while so we have a more casual transition to fucking. River sees a shooting star. She lies down on the cushion. "I don't know if this will change anything, but my period just started." "It's early." "Two days." We put a towel down for protection. I oil and rub her tits under her top. She takes it off. I take my shorts off so I can be ready when the time comes.

River seems strangely interested in having me come in 30 seconds. What we call a speed record. I wouldn't think that would be very appealing, but she's liked it before. "How can I help?" I move her right hand to my stiffening cock and she does her expert thing, pulling and pushing, getting me ready. I'm not worried about her being ready. She's always ready lately. I move with her just a little. She's gotten me a bit beyond ready which is just what I want even though I don't feel an orgasm yet. But I will. Soon. I do the stick-in, the towel giving my knees some relief, then switch into missionary with my knees on the cushion and fuck hard and fast, finding the best friction right away, trying not to make too much noise on our semi-private balcony. River gasps and moans under me. That always makes me want to come. She's taking a beating. I hope she's ok. She'll let me know if she isn't. Now I feel it and keep hitting the friction and feel it build and let it come as I push into her and squeeze us together and breathe hard.

"I think I went over. That was about 45 seconds." "That's ok. Are we going to do the rest of the plan, with the additional flavors?" I sit up and rest and look at Rachel. She's still got the skirt on. Her tits are oiled. She's hot. "I'd do that." It takes a while to get comfortable on the balcony for the muff dive. I get a taste then focus on her clit. Feel her move and press against me. Nice feedback. I'm managing to keep it fairly steady. My jaw doesn't really like this position. It prefers being off the side of the bed or sitting next to River's chest. I need a short break then back to it. Trying not to be too wet. I love feeling River's clit under my tongue and feeling her move and pulling her into my face. Breathing through her muff. I try to look up at her face but all I can see is skirt and bush. It's a small world, but a nice one. River watches the stars. Another quiet night on our street. I tire again and River takes over with her fingers. "I think I have one in me." It's hard to believe we're actually following one of my plans. The next part is for her to take so long that I can get hard again and we can have a nice fuck. River called that ambitious, especially with the ED, and as I get some oil and work on myself again I'm beginning to have doubts. Fingering River might help but I don't want to distract her. "Here it comes." I'm still completely limp. "You can stick a finger in." One finger goes in. Two fingers. Circles on the g-spot as River orgasms. "It still extends them. That was a good one." I'm glad I could help.

River doesn't even take her hand away, just keeps going. "In the second one?" "I don't have anything." I'll just enjoy having my fingers in her pussy. It's sloppy wet in there with my jizz and the start of her period. To my cock, her vagina feels like a tube, from the opening to the cervix at the end. To my fingers it's more of a box, a chamber, with sides to explore, her pubic bone in the front, the familiar ridge on the back. "That was a good one, too." "I couldn't even tell you were coming." As long as they're good for her. She keeps going and gets a third. That's her point of diminishing returns, where it's not always worth going for more. "I saw another shooting star." Next time maybe I'll get to be on my back and see the stars. I pull my fingers out of her fucked pussy and River notices she's dripped blood on the towel. Good thing we used it.

An emotionally satisfying fuck on the balcony

"I think your plan has something to do with that and the balcony." I've brought the library window cushion up to the bedroom. I have some problems with the candle and it takes a while to get things set up. I need something to relax. "I'll give you a back rub." "I wouldn't turn that down." She never does. On the bed. Oil her up, pay attention to her shoulder blades, some neck, shoulders, sides, fingertips on her back. Nice feedback. I take deep breaths. Lean forward and hug on top of her. She's warm. Sit up and rub down to her butt. One hand on her butt, one on me. Then two hands on her butt while my cock lays against it and I push her cheeks together, apart, up, down. I see her cute butthole in the dim light and get harder. I haven't even touched her lips yet. There's just a hint visible through the tufts between her legs. The compulsion hits me.

I get off her and press my face against her butt and legs, stretch my tongue out to her lips, stroke them, probe between them. Somehow I breathe. I sit up and see her legs spread a little bit. Encouragement, or just giving in to the inevitable? Her legs spread wide as I straddle her back and bring my mouth down to her pussy. I'm not sure I can reach her clit like this. I use my tongue on her pussy, suck her lips into my mouth, lick the sides, tongue-fuck. Reach for her clit with the tip. She looks sweet, her legs spreading out smoothly from her butt, allowing me. And raunchy, her pussy lips pulled apart, arching around her frilly pink hole. Sit up, dry some of my wetness off her, get hard enough.

"I'll fuck you on the balcony." "Ok." Through the open door to the balcony, River with her bush and her sleek body, me with my hardon and my desire. She lays back on the cushion but I need to get some hardness back. I'm a bit harder than semi-erect when I move forward and do the stick-in, my knees on the wood floor of the balcony. My cock hardens as I look at River's face and feel myself slide into her willing body. "Hi beautiful." She is beautiful out here in the candlelight. The temperature is nice. Stars are out and she can see the sky. It's a quiet night. We're fucking.

The cushion is big enough for two. Change to missionary. "Yes, get up here with me." Looking into each other's eyes. My hands on her head holding her in place for some strong thrusts. She feels nice today. I like being out here with her. I want to kiss her. "I taste like pussy. Your tangy taste that I like." River looks at the stars, looks at the candle, looks at me. Still a quiet night, no cars or foot traffic to feed my exhibitionist streak, just Reed and River. Fucking.

A breeze comes and wraps itself around my body and feels nice. River likes it too. "But I'll get cold. I want a Reed blanket." I hug against her warm body, my face against her neck. "I'll be your blanket. And your dildo. And your live-in full-service masseur." "I feel wealthy. With a live-in full-service masseur." "Just don't tell your husband about me." I feel so together with River, doing it with her out here, so much of her body pressed against mine, my cock fucking her pussy in the breeze.

I've taken my knees back off the cushion, back to default. There's an orgasm waiting but I stop to hold off and think of jackknife as I gaze at River. Scoop her left leg onto my shoulder and her pussy feels so rich and juicy and stimulating and steamy that I stop there and bang her in half-jackknife. "I'll come." A few more strokes, pause halfway in and feel the first spurt, back out and into her sweet snatch, feeling my cock slide through my own jizz, pushing her leg down against her. And being quiet. I'm not that much of an exhibitionist. I'm sure River is happy about that. Back onto the cushion for some missionary afterfuck and being with River.

"That was really emotionally satisfying and bonding for me."

Pussy-eating, orgasm-fucking sex

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

A 5am muff dive

It's 5am. The balcony door is open to the warm outside. I don't have one that won't quit. But maybe I can get one. Three fingertips stir the skin on the right side. I can. I do. Fairly easily. Surprise. River isn't in a stick-in position. Not inviting. Not spoons. Not butt. How is she? I peek under the covers and see bush. On her back. What to do. Slide my hand over her bush and down between her legs to her soft lips. There's her clitoris. There's her vagina. Maybe a little dry. Circles on her clitoris. Finger between her lips. Keeping myself hard. I don't have a plan. But there's something I have to do. I sit up beside her, lean over, and put my mouth on her pussy. A good position. My tongue runs up and down her slit then settles on her button. I try to do it like I do with my hand, the circles, the firmness, the placement. This is nice. There's nothing quite like having River's muff on my face in the morning. I enjoy myself. I hope River enjoys myself. Bring my hand up and pull the skin at the top of her pussy as I do the circles with my tongue. Now she's responding. Moving back. Breathing. Moaning. Things that make me go mmmm as I work my tongue over her parts. My left hand under her thigh lifts her closer to me. Sit up and switch to my hand. One finger on her clit. Two fingers. Her body flexing under me. My arm tires a bit as I speed up. Eventually it's more of a side-to-side motion in an effort to keep things going. Again I stiffen easily as I rub her clit. I'm leaking. Spreading the slippery fluid around my head as I stroke myself. "I can finish if you want." I want. I watch. She does the circles, reaching deep, her lips swirling under her fingers. Come first fuck second? Or fuck in the orgasm? "It's coming." I can't decide. "Here it is." She's maintained me well. She's coming. I climb over her leg and push my hard cock into her warm wetness and we fuck. Hard. Nice reactions as her cervix gets pushed out of the way on the deep strokes. Fast. I slow down as I feel my turn coming. Then we push together, feeling her pubic bone against mine as my muscles squeeze with release and send the spurts of my load deep into her. I hope she was nearly finished with hers. There's not much left for the afterfuck after that. "I wasn't expecting you to give me one of those this morning." "Neither was I. I didn't do all the work." "You were doing great." "You just got a lot of goodwill." "So did you." And we get to go back to sleep.

Muff dive warmup with swirling colors

"I feel like the world's worst cunnilingist." "Because I wasn't getting into it?" "Yeah." I really enjoy doing it, but even more so when I'm getting some feedback from how she's moving or breathing, or when she's telling me things. "I was just relaxing and enjoying it, letting colors swirl in my head. It really enhances the experience." I feel better now. Colors are one of River's favorite things. Letting colors swirl in her head while I'm diving her muff is flattering. Like when she just relaxes and enjoys massages. I was hoping something like that was going on. "You're getting better. I didn't really have one in me. But you got everything warmed up." She says it does make a difference. Her vaginal walls felt more textured. Or maybe just her g-spot. To me it was wetter, kind of a drippy wet, not a sticky wet, and smoother. But it's also her gooey wet time of the month.

"I'm going to take a short bath." Interesting. That's one of River's ways of getting in the mood. She bathes. Dries off and gets on the bed. "I'm sprawling disreputably." "I've got a bit of a plan." "Oh?" "Could I lick your clean pussy?" "I'd allow that. But I'm not sure I've got one in me." "I'm not sure I could get it out if you did. I enjoy it whether you have one or not. Just like you enjoy fucking with or without." I no longer feel infectious and we do a few kisses. Then we get River set up at the edge of the bed with me kneeling on the floor with a pillow. It worked well before. Tastes like clean pussy. A little watery, but ok. She tries her feet in various places. My shoulders, my legs. I kind of like that, with her legs in close to my head. It's cozy. Ends up with one foot on the bedside table and one on my leg. Like the "cunnilingus chair" where she had one foot up on the radiator. Whatever works for her. I'm flexible. I spend some time probing here and there, licking with my whole tongue, then move in on her clit and keep it there. Trying to do big circles with the right firmness. How often to change things up a bit. I don't want it to get boring for her. But I don't want to be too erratic. She seems fairly constant when she does herself, but she can feel just what to do. I stay fairly constant but change every now and then for my own reasons. Maybe I'll hit on something she really likes, or she'll tell me to keep doing what I was doing. I'm really not getting much feedback though. I hope I'm not indulging myself at her expense and wearing out my welcome. My hand has been wandering, to her nipple, her tummy, her bush. I come up for air. "Any hints?" "You can fuck me now that you've got me warmed up." "I'll see what I can do." I reach for my cock. That's a nice thing about having River on the bed with me on the floor. It's easy to do myself. It hasn't been getting erect on its own, but she's got me leaking. It gets harder as I work on it. River asks me to dry her off. I try, but she takes over and does a more thorough job. "Don't want it too wet." Move my left thumb onto her pussy. "You said once you're warmed up you stay warmed up quite a while." "Right." "I like feeling you with my thumb." "Because it's your biggest finger?" "I don't know." It does feel nice sticking my thumb inside her. Now my cock is hard enough for a stick-in. "That looks nice." "It's been better." Scoot River back and do the stick-in and have it immediately get harder. "That's nice." A nice solid Reed-on-top fuck. "Is it better after a warmup?" "Probably." "Probably?" There's not a whole lot of room. My legs hang off the edge of the bed. A couple times I cross my legs and lift my feet into the air behind me so they don't dangle off the bed. It makes me feel like tinkerbell which is a little ironic while I'm fucking my sweetie. We're mostly doing default and missionary. I consider doggy, but this seems like a good night to just stay on top. Into jackknife and aim for River's g-spot. That does seem better for her with the warmup. And I like how it feels sliding past her pubic bone and along her front wall. I need a break to keep from coming, and feel the flow of a half-orgasm as I stop. We continue with my hands on her head pulling her against me. My contribution has made things even slipperier. I move a hand to her shoulder and speed up. Our bodies slapping together, going even faster. Am I thanking River for letting me eat her? If I am then I'm not entirely altruistic. It's intense for me, and I feel the beginnings of an orgasm, and keep the speed up until I come and squeeze into our drippy wetness. "At least we should sleep well." "I have an orgasm and it helps you sleep well?"

Everything falls into place

This night makes me want to rave. This night makes me want to gush. This night makes me want to change lightbulbs. Everything falls into place without a plan and we have a nice sweet fuck with a new twist.

It's gotten late while I clean the kitchen and River stays with Brook. "Girl I'm gonna make you purr, purr till you can't purr no more." In my head since I called River. But I have to do my physical therapy exercises. "I don't have to be awake at a particular time tomorrow. We can do it in the morning. I'm flexible." What does she mean by do it? It doesn't really matter. I'm not initiating. Just making her purr. She's had an achy uterus and I want to appreciate her in a way she appreciates.

We arm wrestle left-handed. My weak arm. I win the first two out of three. I'm surprised. We're very even though. I do some of my exercises. They're a bit of a burnout. Even when I just need to make my body move. Will I have anything left to make River purr?

"Is it ok if I go up and warm the bed up?" "Of course." I'm up soon though. "I can't see in the dark." River lights a candle. Romantic. I rest a bit then uncover her. She sets up the face pillow. "Should I rub lavender on your boobs?" "Or wherever you want." I save her boobs for later and start with her back. My hands are uneven but I try to mirror them or use them together. River purrs. I sing. Back, shoulders, sides. Remind her how creative she was last time she did me. Butt. "I always feel kind of funny pulling your butt cheeks apart." Some intention on her butthole. Legs. Up the backs of the thighs like she did me. Catch some whisps of bush.

"Ready to turn over?" "Are you thinking of sticking your dick in me?" "I was thinking of licking your pussy. Something like this." Put my face in her secret darkness with her legs together. Probe with my tongue. Left side, right side, center. Can't get her clit from here. But I like being close enough to touch her lips and dip into her opening with my tongue. "Kind of hard to breathe like that." "I bet. With your nose right in my butthole."

Roll her over. Oil her boobs. "I'm not as aggressive as you were." "Just do what feels good." I like hearing my own advice come back to me. Her small slippery boobs look hot with their hard slippery nipples perking up. River is very relaxed. Massage and benadryl. "Are you cold?" "Yes." Pull the comforter over her. Face and parts still showing.

I wasn't planning on sticking my dick in her but my plans never work out. Rub myself and harden as she opens for me and I feel for her wetness and clit with my thumb. At least my left hand is still good for something. "I wish I could do as nice a job on you as you do on me." "You might be the best cunnilingist in the world. But I'm hard to arouse." I think she's a lot more normal than she thinks. Does she think I'm going to use my tongue some more? I wonder how much endurance I've gotten back. But she's given me the other idea, and I like the good part as much as she does.

I'm ready. Stick my dick in her. Nice oily friction. "That's hard." I'm on top with the comforter between us. I like how it feels. Almost chaste. Except there's a nice fuck going on. River's face sticks out at the top of the comforter. Looking very sweet. And relaxed. At the bottom of the comforter our parts appreciate each other. "Are you falling asleep?" "No, but I'm very relaxed." "You can. Don't let me keep you up." The comforter is very comforting. And comfortable. We should try this with her on top.

I'm on a slowish speed. I like slow. Not because I last longer. Because I don't like to miss anything. Breathing in all the feelings of contact. Not wanting it to end. Everything feels magical tonight. Things falling into place. Massage, relax, taste her pussy, oil her boobs, have a sweet and interesting fuck. Different every time.

Every now and then I have to reach down and reposition my weak left leg, but my left arm doesn't tire. My leg isn't strong enough for mini-magnetism, so we do some jackknife. But mostly default and missionary, feeling the tip go through her improbable part with the full pullouts and all the way back up inside her then out again. No-hands stick-in when it comes out.

River isn't using the wall. Too relaxed? I use her head and shoulder, pulling her down against me as I push up into her. Deep. Rock into her without the hip thrusts. Speed up. River always likes that part. I'll come soon. "Fast or slow?" "Whatever you want. I like both." A good night for another slow one. Relaxed. Magical. Feel it build with each thrust. Then over the edge. Push in and wait for it. It builds by itself. It's here. Feel my load flood into her and flow around me. Afterfuck. Insecure feelings about keeping River awake longer than I have to by keeping things going after I come. But River has said the afterfuck seems natural. And I never want to stop.