HitchHiker Lisa part3

mouth. I pull your body to me until my mouth is sucking greedily
at your clit once more.

Abruptly, you pull away. I try to pull you back to me, but you
have turned around, presenting your sweet, firm ass to me. I
stroke your buttocks, and as I spread your legs to suck on your
clit once more, I feel your hot mouth on my cock. There is an
urgency now which has not been present before, as though our time
together were nearly expired. Your mouth is busy at my cock,
sucking, licking, nipping. I suck and lick your clit, putting
three and four fingers deeply into your hot cunt. I lick your
sweet ass, then insert a finger.

I hear you gasp in response.

You withdraw from me once more, and turn around, lowering
yourself onto my cock, burying it to the base. Your knees are
drawn up close to your shoulders and your eyes roll back, showing
the whites. You rock back and forth, impaled on my throbbing
cock. I grasp at your breasts, now slippery with sweat, then
spread the cheeks of your ass with both hands. As I continue
thrusting, I gather some of the juice coming from your wide cunt
and spread it on the middle finger of my right hand. I thrust
that slippery finger deep into your ass.

You are wailing and screaming now, gyrating and bucking wildly,
impaled on my throbbing member, as you approach orgasm. I marvel
that I have been able to last so long, but I, too, feel the
inevitability of my own climax.

Locked together, we writhe on the matted grass, slick with sweat
and with the profuse juice from your cunt. We are breathing as
one now, gasping for breath; you begin to give out short cries,
rising in pitch as your body reaches orgasm. All sensation in my
body seems to be focused on my cock, throbbing with a life of its
own.

Then, with an explosion we can nearly hear, we come.

I feel the hot semen spurt from my cock, filling the cavern of
your cunt. The mixture of our own juices spills out onto our
bellies, mixing with our sweat and making us slippery.

You pull away and spin your body around, presenting your dripping
cunt to me. I feel your lips on my cock again, and I press my
face into your cunt, licking the mixed juices. I feel your mouth
and tongue on my cock, sucking it clean. Soon we lie side by
side on our backs, head to foot, exhausted. Your hand plays idly
with my now limp cock, my fingers dabble in the juices of your
cunt. Our breathing returns to normal.

Sadly, reality seems to be returning.

“How do I reach you?” I ask, feeling a sense of impending loss.

“I’ll call you,” you reply, unsuccessfully attempting your
earlier pixie smile. You sit up and reach for your shirt and
cutoffs. We dress together, silently. The sun is lower in the
sky, and there is already the hint of a chill in the air. I take
your hand as we walk back to the car, but your hand is slack and
cool in mine. I open your door and you slide in.

I get in, start the engine and drive slowly away, willing the day
not to end, somehow knowing that I will never be the same. You
sit silently against the passenger door, staring through the
windshield.

“You never told me where you wanted to go,” I offer, my voice
sounding hollow in my ears.

“It really doesn’t matter,” you reply. “I’ll tell you where to
let me off.”

We come into town and you gesture absently at the bus depot.

“This will be fine.” I start to protest, but you put your
fingers to my lips, giving me the smile I first saw in you, so
long ago. “I’ll see you again. I promise.”

And you are gone. I curse myself for not getting your last name,
your telephone number, your address. I don’t know anything about
you, just the secret places of your body where I was able to
bring you pleasure. Sometimes I drive back to that field where
we made love and imagine that you are back here with me.

I can still see where the grass was matted down by our bodies,
although it is beginning to spring up again.

I can hear your laughter as you skip through the long grass.

I can hear your moans and cries as your pleasure reaches its
peak.

Who are you, Lisa? Do you exist only in my memory, having no
life outside my fantasy? Or are you real? You have taught me
the secret places of your body, where in giving you pleasure I
receive tenfold, a hundredfold. You have taught me true
intimacy, not just performance; and I haven’t had a chance to
thank you.

Standing at the edge of the field, feeling the sun pale on my
back, I sense that I am not alone. Slowly I turn and you are
there, standing beside me. I catch my breath; it is as though
you have never left. You are wearing the same thin yellow t-
shirt and cutoffs, and the same smile.

I can think of nothing to say.

“It’s okay,” you say. “You don’t need to say anything. I’ll
stick around for a while this time.”

You take both my hands in yours, looking deeply into my face.
Then the smile is back and you pull me to the car.

As we drive off together, I look at you sitting there, your legs
crossed, the cheeks of your ass peeking out from under your
cutoffs. You catch me staring at you and grin back.

You slide over close to me and pull my free arm around your
shoulders. My fingers brush your breast and you murmur
approvingly.

“Yes,” you say happily, “I’m definitely going to stick around
for a while.”

2 December 2009 | celebs_porn | Comments

HitchHiker Lisa part3

mouth. I pull your body to me until my mouth is sucking greedily
at your clit once more.

Abruptly, you pull away. I try to pull you back to me, but you
have turned around, presenting your sweet, firm ass to me. I
stroke your buttocks, and as I spread your legs to suck on your
clit once more, I feel your hot mouth on my cock. There is an
urgency now which has not been present before, as though our time
together were nearly expired. Your mouth is busy at my cock,
sucking, licking, nipping. I suck and lick your clit, putting
three and four fingers deeply into your hot cunt. I lick your
sweet ass, then insert a finger.

I hear you gasp in response.

You withdraw from me once more, and turn around, lowering
yourself onto my cock, burying it to the base. Your knees are
drawn up close to your shoulders and your eyes roll back, showing
the whites. You rock back and forth, impaled on my throbbing
cock. I grasp at your breasts, now slippery with sweat, then
spread the cheeks of your ass with both hands. As I continue
thrusting, I gather some of the juice coming from your wide cunt
and spread it on the middle finger of my right hand. I thrust
that slippery finger deep into your ass.

You are wailing and screaming now, gyrating and bucking wildly,
impaled on my throbbing member, as you approach orgasm. I marvel
that I have been able to last so long, but I, too, feel the
inevitability of my own climax.

Locked together, we writhe on the matted grass, slick with sweat
and with the profuse juice from your cunt. We are breathing as
one now, gasping for breath; you begin to give out short cries,
rising in pitch as your body reaches orgasm. All sensation in my
body seems to be focused on my cock, throbbing with a life of its
own.

Then, with an explosion we can nearly hear, we come.

I feel the hot semen spurt from my cock, filling the cavern of
your cunt. The mixture of our own juices spills out onto our
bellies, mixing with our sweat and making us slippery.

You pull away and spin your body around, presenting your dripping
cunt to me. I feel your lips on my cock again, and I press my
face into your cunt, licking the mixed juices. I feel your mouth
and tongue on my cock, sucking it clean. Soon we lie side by
side on our backs, head to foot, exhausted. Your hand plays idly
with my now limp cock, my fingers dabble in the juices of your
cunt. Our breathing returns to normal.

Sadly, reality seems to be returning.

“How do I reach you?” I ask, feeling a sense of impending loss.

“I’ll call you,” you reply, unsuccessfully attempting your
earlier pixie smile. You sit up and reach for your shirt and
cutoffs. We dress together, silently. The sun is lower in the
sky, and there is already the hint of a chill in the air. I take
your hand as we walk back to the car, but your hand is slack and
cool in mine. I open your door and you slide in.

I get in, start the engine and drive slowly away, willing the day
not to end, somehow knowing that I will never be the same. You
sit silently against the passenger door, staring through the
windshield.

“You never told me where you wanted to go,” I offer, my voice
sounding hollow in my ears.

“It really doesn’t matter,” you reply. “I’ll tell you where to
let me off.”

We come into town and you gesture absently at the bus depot.

“This will be fine.” I start to protest, but you put your
fingers to my lips, giving me the smile I first saw in you, so
long ago. “I’ll see you again. I promise.”

And you are gone. I curse myself for not getting your last name,
your telephone number, your address. I don’t know anything about
you, just the secret places of your body where I was able to
bring you pleasure. Sometimes I drive back to that field where
we made love and imagine that you are back here with me.

I can still see where the grass was matted down by our bodies,
although it is beginning to spring up again.

I can hear your laughter as you skip through the long grass.

I can hear your moans and cries as your pleasure reaches its
peak.

Who are you, Lisa? Do you exist only in my memory, having no
life outside my fantasy? Or are you real? You have taught me
the secret places of your body, where in giving you pleasure I
receive tenfold, a hundredfold. You have taught me true
intimacy, not just performance; and I haven’t had a chance to
thank you.

Standing at the edge of the field, feeling the sun pale on my
back, I sense that I am not alone. Slowly I turn and you are
there, standing beside me. I catch my breath; it is as though
you have never left. You are wearing the same thin yellow t-
shirt and cutoffs, and the same smile.

I can think of nothing to say.

“It’s okay,” you say. “You don’t need to say anything. I’ll
stick around for a while this time.”

You take both my hands in yours, looking deeply into my face.
Then the smile is back and you pull me to the car.

As we drive off together, I look at you sitting there, your legs
crossed, the cheeks of your ass peeking out from under your
cutoffs. You catch me staring at you and grin back.

You slide over close to me and pull my free arm around your
shoulders. My fingers brush your breast and you murmur
approvingly.

“Yes,” you say happily, “I’m definitely going to stick around
for a while.”

16 April 2009 | celebs_porn | Comments

HitchHiker Lisa part3

mouth. I pull your body to me until my mouth is sucking greedily
at your clit once more.

Abruptly, you pull away. I try to pull you back to me, but you
have turned around, presenting your sweet, firm ass to me. I
stroke your buttocks, and as I spread your legs to suck on your
clit once more, I feel your hot mouth on my cock. There is an
urgency now which has not been present before, as though our time
together were nearly expired. Your mouth is busy at my cock,
sucking, licking, nipping. I suck and lick your clit, putting
three and four fingers deeply into your hot cunt. I lick your
sweet ass, then insert a finger.

I hear you gasp in response.

You withdraw from me once more, and turn around, lowering
yourself onto my cock, burying it to the base. Your knees are
drawn up close to your shoulders and your eyes roll back, showing
the whites. You rock back and forth, impaled on my throbbing
cock. I grasp at your breasts, now slippery with sweat, then
spread the cheeks of your ass with both hands. As I continue
thrusting, I gather some of the juice coming from your wide cunt
and spread it on the middle finger of my right hand. I thrust
that slippery finger deep into your ass.

You are wailing and screaming now, gyrating and bucking wildly,
impaled on my throbbing member, as you approach orgasm. I marvel
that I have been able to last so long, but I, too, feel the
inevitability of my own climax.

Locked together, we writhe on the matted grass, slick with sweat
and with the profuse juice from your cunt. We are breathing as
one now, gasping for breath; you begin to give out short cries,
rising in pitch as your body reaches orgasm. All sensation in my
body seems to be focused on my cock, throbbing with a life of its
own.

Then, with an explosion we can nearly hear, we come.

I feel the hot semen spurt from my cock, filling the cavern of
your cunt. The mixture of our own juices spills out onto our
bellies, mixing with our sweat and making us slippery.

You pull away and spin your body around, presenting your dripping
cunt to me. I feel your lips on my cock again, and I press my
face into your cunt, licking the mixed juices. I feel your mouth
and tongue on my cock, sucking it clean. Soon we lie side by
side on our backs, head to foot, exhausted. Your hand plays idly
with my now limp cock, my fingers dabble in the juices of your
cunt. Our breathing returns to normal.

Sadly, reality seems to be returning.

“How do I reach you?” I ask, feeling a sense of impending loss.

“I’ll call you,” you reply, unsuccessfully attempting your
earlier pixie smile. You sit up and reach for your shirt and
cutoffs. We dress together, silently. The sun is lower in the
sky, and there is already the hint of a chill in the air. I take
your hand as we walk back to the car, but your hand is slack and
cool in mine. I open your door and you slide in.

I get in, start the engine and drive slowly away, willing the day
not to end, somehow knowing that I will never be the same. You
sit silently against the passenger door, staring through the
windshield.

“You never told me where you wanted to go,” I offer, my voice
sounding hollow in my ears.

“It really doesn’t matter,” you reply. “I’ll tell you where to
let me off.”

We come into town and you gesture absently at the bus depot.

“This will be fine.” I start to protest, but you put your
fingers to my lips, giving me the smile I first saw in you, so
long ago. “I’ll see you again. I promise.”

And you are gone. I curse myself for not getting your last name,
your telephone number, your address. I don’t know anything about
you, just the secret places of your body where I was able to
bring you pleasure. Sometimes I drive back to that field where
we made love and imagine that you are back here with me.

I can still see where the grass was matted down by our bodies,
although it is beginning to spring up again.

I can hear your laughter as you skip through the long grass.

I can hear your moans and cries as your pleasure reaches its
peak.

Who are you, Lisa? Do you exist only in my memory, having no
life outside my fantasy? Or are you real? You have taught me
the secret places of your body, where in giving you pleasure I
receive tenfold, a hundredfold. You have taught me true
intimacy, not just performance; and I haven’t had a chance to
thank you.

Standing at the edge of the field, feeling the sun pale on my
back, I sense that I am not alone. Slowly I turn and you are
there, standing beside me. I catch my breath; it is as though
you have never left. You are wearing the same thin yellow t-
shirt and cutoffs, and the same smile.

I can think of nothing to say.

“It’s okay,” you say. “You don’t need to say anything. I’ll
stick around for a while this time.”

You take both my hands in yours, looking deeply into my face.
Then the smile is back and you pull me to the car.

As we drive off together, I look at you sitting there, your legs
crossed, the cheeks of your ass peeking out from under your
cutoffs. You catch me staring at you and grin back.

You slide over close to me and pull my free arm around your
shoulders. My fingers brush your breast and you murmur
approvingly.

“Yes,” you say happily, “I’m definitely going to stick around
for a while.”

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HitchHiker Lisa part3

mouth. I pull your body to me until my mouth is sucking greedily
at your clit once more.

Abruptly, you pull away. I try to pull you back to me, but you
have turned around, presenting your sweet, firm ass to me. I
stroke your buttocks, and as I spread your legs to suck on your
clit once more, I feel your hot mouth on my cock. There is an
urgency now which has not been present before, as though our time
together were nearly expired. Your mouth is busy at my cock,
sucking, licking, nipping. I suck and lick your clit, putting
three and four fingers deeply into your hot cunt. I lick your
sweet ass, then insert a finger.

I hear you gasp in response.

You withdraw from me once more, and turn around, lowering
yourself onto my cock, burying it to the base. Your knees are
drawn up close to your shoulders and your eyes roll back, showing
the whites. You rock back and forth, impaled on my throbbing
cock. I grasp at your breasts, now slippery with sweat, then
spread the cheeks of your ass with both hands. As I continue
thrusting, I gather some of the juice coming from your wide cunt
and spread it on the middle finger of my right hand. I thrust
that slippery finger deep into your ass.

You are wailing and screaming now, gyrating and bucking wildly,
impaled on my throbbing member, as you approach orgasm. I marvel
that I have been able to last so long, but I, too, feel the
inevitability of my own climax.

Locked together, we writhe on the matted grass, slick with sweat
and with the profuse juice from your cunt. We are breathing as
one now, gasping for breath; you begin to give out short cries,
rising in pitch as your body reaches orgasm. All sensation in my
body seems to be focused on my cock, throbbing with a life of its
own.

Then, with an explosion we can nearly hear, we come.

I feel the hot semen spurt from my cock, filling the cavern of
your cunt. The mixture of our own juices spills out onto our
bellies, mixing with our sweat and making us slippery.

You pull away and spin your body around, presenting your dripping
cunt to me. I feel your lips on my cock again, and I press my
face into your cunt, licking the mixed juices. I feel your mouth
and tongue on my cock, sucking it clean. Soon we lie side by
side on our backs, head to foot, exhausted. Your hand plays idly
with my now limp cock, my fingers dabble in the juices of your
cunt. Our breathing returns to normal.

Sadly, reality seems to be returning.

“How do I reach you?” I ask, feeling a sense of impending loss.

“I’ll call you,” you reply, unsuccessfully attempting your
earlier pixie smile. You sit up and reach for your shirt and
cutoffs. We dress together, silently. The sun is lower in the
sky, and there is already the hint of a chill in the air. I take
your hand as we walk back to the car, but your hand is slack and
cool in mine. I open your door and you slide in.

I get in, start the engine and drive slowly away, willing the day
not to end, somehow knowing that I will never be the same. You
sit silently against the passenger door, staring through the
windshield.

“You never told me where you wanted to go,” I offer, my voice
sounding hollow in my ears.

“It really doesn’t matter,” you reply. “I’ll tell you where to
let me off.”

We come into town and you gesture absently at the bus depot.

“This will be fine.” I start to protest, but you put your
fingers to my lips, giving me the smile I first saw in you, so
long ago. “I’ll see you again. I promise.”

And you are gone. I curse myself for not getting your last name,
your telephone number, your address. I don’t know anything about
you, just the secret places of your body where I was able to
bring you pleasure. Sometimes I drive back to that field where
we made love and imagine that you are back here with me.

I can still see where the grass was matted down by our bodies,
although it is beginning to spring up again.

I can hear your laughter as you skip through the long grass.

I can hear your moans and cries as your pleasure reaches its
peak.

Who are you, Lisa? Do you exist only in my memory, having no
life outside my fantasy? Or are you real? You have taught me
the secret places of your body, where in giving you pleasure I
receive tenfold, a hundredfold. You have taught me true
intimacy, not just performance; and I haven’t had a chance to
thank you.

Standing at the edge of the field, feeling the sun pale on my
back, I sense that I am not alone. Slowly I turn and you are
there, standing beside me. I catch my breath; it is as though
you have never left. You are wearing the same thin yellow t-
shirt and cutoffs, and the same smile.

I can think of nothing to say.

“It’s okay,” you say. “You don’t need to say anything. I’ll
stick around for a while this time.”

You take both my hands in yours, looking deeply into my face.
Then the smile is back and you pull me to the car.

As we drive off together, I look at you sitting there, your legs
crossed, the cheeks of your ass peeking out from under your
cutoffs. You catch me staring at you and grin back.

You slide over close to me and pull my free arm around your
shoulders. My fingers brush your breast and you murmur
approvingly.

“Yes,” you say happily, “I’m definitely going to stick around
for a while.”

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