A Polaroid of Kristine, Part 5 - Sex Stories

A Polaroid of Kristine, Part 5

... buy anything else?” “Yes, Michael, I did. I was somewhat concerned about the size of your cock, and so I bought a, uh, a,” she stumbled for the right word. “I do not remember how to call it in English.” She reached into the bag and retrieved an item in plastic wrapping. “Oh, yes. A ‘butt plug,’” she reminded herself out loud as she read the name off the package. I looked at the item in the plastic package, and I had to admit I had never seen anything like it. It was rubber, or maybe plastic, and about four or five inches long. Part of that length was made up of something that looked like a base with a skinny connection to what I assumed was the main part of the “plug.” This was thin and gently pointed at the end for insertion, and it flared wider until it looked as if it was about two inches thick at its widest point. “What does it-- What is it for?” I asked. “Several things,” Kristina responded, taking it out of the packaging and showing it to me. “It can be used as a toy, like a dildo, but it is not really designed to be inserted in and out quickly. Rather, you insert it gently until the thickest part is inside. And then you can leave it in for a while. I had one lover who would request that I go about my day with one in.” This confused me. “Why?” Kristina looked at me with a sidelong glance. “Why? Why does one do anything? Because the thought of me with a toy in my ass that no one knew about except him was exciting for him. Because it is forbidden and therefore ...

... alluring. And perhaps most importantly, because having it in allows the body to get used to it and relax. When it is time for the actual anal penetration, it can be much more pleasurable. Hand me the lubricant, please Michael.” I handed her the tube, and she squirted a generous amount onto the plug, rubbing her hand over it to make sure it was spread out evenly. She then squirted some onto her fingers, and she reached behind her, and I realized she was rubbing it onto and perhaps even into her asshole. My cock started to come back to life. Kristina was making noises of pleasure as she worked the lube into her. After a short time, she asked me, “Well, Michael, who shall do the honors, you or I?” With that, she got on all fours facing away from me, handing me the slippery butt plug as she did. Despite her question it seemed I would be doing the honors. She was an amazing sight, all long legs and smooth rounded curves. Her pussy was somewhat open, and I could see how wet it was, and her anus was clearly visible, smeared with lube. “What do I-- How do I--?” “Press the end against my ass, Michael. Provide steady strong pressure, and I will push back against you. I will direct you so that you do not go too quickly too soon.” My cock hardened completely at the prospect. Something about anal sex had always fascinated me because of what I imagined was the heightened intimacy. It was something that I knew not all women did, and so those who did do it were offering something special and ...