1. Hitchhiking to Ecstasy


    Date: 8/26/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Sisyphus, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    as we sipped the wine. We had finished our soup and continued our conversation. I told him more about my life—how I grew up outside of Philadelphia, my father was a plumber, my mom was a bookkeeper, I have one older brother and how I loved art. He nodded as he listened. “Ever since I was a child, I knew I wanted to be an artist. I was always drawing. Rarely went anywhere with out my sketch pad. I went to an art camp every summer and told people, when I grow up I want to be an artist.” “Vicki, you were always an artist. If you were drawing and painting when you were a child, you were an artist. It’s not something you become when you grow up. You were born an artist.” “I never thought about it like that,” I said and laughed. We talked for hours, well into night, telling each other little stories from our lives and we were feeling incredibly close. He told me about his traveling on a freighter, how he hated school but eventually went to college and got married and how much he loved being a father, even though his marriage became stale. Still, in the back of my mind, I was thinking where is this heading, what will happen when my car comes in the morning, will I want to leave, what will I do, should I stay? Would he want me to stay? I didn’t know. That night we made love again: passionate, tender, exciting love making. We both screamed as our bodies erupted with intense orgasms. I laid my head on his shoulder as we talked a little more and then drifted off to sleep, his arms ...
    wrapped around me as we spooned. I loved how he was with me. The next morning, I was still asleep and felt Peter cuddling against me, kissing my shoulders and the back of my neck. Murmuring, my body stirring as he pressed his hard cock against the crack of my ass. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to him as he licked my ear lobes, making me tingle. He then moved me so that I was on my stomach. He placed our pillows under me, elevating me and lay on my back, spreading my legs and placing his cock at the entrance of my pussy, moving it slowly up and down, getting me so hot with his slow, gentle moving of the tip of his cock against my wet pussy lips. Slowly, he entered me, moving gently deeper and deeper, holding my body still. The slow sensation of his entering me and the very gradual moving in and out, as he opened and filled me was like nothing I had ever experienced. Finally, he was all the way in and started a slow, swirling, gyrating motion. I moved slowly with him, my pussy completely filled as our slow moving started to build. I loved his weight on me, but felt an orgasm building and the need to cum. I started to move faster, letting him know I wanted more and needed to be fucked harder. He sensed my need and pulled slowly out of my pussy and then thrust deep and hard into me. “Harder, harder. I need it harder.” He pulled out again and thrust his cock harder into me, pulling out and again thrust deeper, each thrust getting harder and faster. “Ohhhhhhh, Peter, ...
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