A Polaroid of Kristine, Part 5 - Sex Stories

A Polaroid of Kristine, Part 5

... particularly intimate. And right now it felt as if Kristina was offering every last bit of herself to me. It didn’t hurt that she was stunningly beautiful. I gently pressed the tip of the plug against her anus and pushed gently. She made an “ohh” sound and pressed back against my hand’s pressure. The tip entered her and made its way in about an inch. At this point the plug was getting thick enough that further insertion was not as easy. I paused a bit, until Kristina urged me on by pressing back more against me and also telling me, “Do not be too hesitant. More please.” I pressed harder, and another inch or so of the plug went into her, causing a quick intake of air from Kristina. “Did I hurt you?” I asked quickly. “No! It feels good! But it takes some getting used to.” She took a few breaths before telling me, “I am ready for more now please, Michael.” As I pressed it even further in, I could see her anus stretching around the intrusion, and I started to understand more fully how the plug was supposed to work. Soon I started to worry that the plug was perhaps too big. It was going in with difficulty, and Kristina was breathing quickly, making little moaning noises. “Is it too much--” “No, Michael, put it in all the way,” she half gasped, half moaned. I exerted still more pressure, trying to do it as gently as possible, and all of a sudden the widest part of the plug, which was stretching her anus, seemed to pop in with ease, and her asshole closed around the narrower part ...

... of the plug, which was connected to the base (which I now understood was meant to keep the toy from going in too far). “Oh god!” she almost screamed. “So intense! It feels so good! I cannot wait until it is your cock that is pushing into me like this!” With that, she twisted away from me and turned to face me, kissing me gently on the cheeks. “This is wonderful, Michael, and do not worry, you did not hurt me.” To my surprise, she got up and stood next to the bed, holding out her hand to me. “Let’s go and put on some music while we wait for me to be more ready for that huge cock of yours.” I held her hand, and she led me to the sun-drenched living room. I followed her a step or so behind, and the base of the plug was clearly visible as she walked, her ass flexing proudly in front of me. It seemed strange that she was just “going about her business” with a large butt plug in her ass. Then again, I considered, “going about her business” also involved being naked in front of me as we went to put on music in advance of even more sex. “What shall we listen to? Something grand and sweeping, I think. Romantic or later, not baroque or classical. Rachmaninoff?” she asked, doing me the courtesy of offering my opinion on something we both knew I probably didn’t know all that much about. She carefully set a record on the turntable and lowered the needle down. A moment later powerful, gorgeous music unlike any I had heard filled the apartment. She listened for a moment, contemplatively, ...