A Polaroid of Kristine, Part 5 - Sex Stories

A Polaroid of Kristine, Part 5

... reached between her legs and started playing with her pussy as I pounded into her. “So you’ve been thinking about my cock in your ass for weeks?” She simply moaned in response. “Answer me!” I insisted, as I thrust into her particularly powerfully. “Yes! I’ve been thinking about it from the first day I masturbated about you!” “You are a little whore then, aren’t you?” It was odd how easy the words were to get out in this moment. Part of it was feeling increasingly comfortable with her, but part of it was the urgency of the moment. I don’t think I could have called her a whore before I penetrated her. “Yes!!” she cried out in delight, “But I am only your whore, Michael!” I experimented with how I fucked her, sometimes giving her long strokes that almost came out of her entirely, other times keeping myself mostly inside her, and giving her short, hard, shallow strokes. No matter what I did, her moaning and excitement did not abate. “Slap my ass, Michael, leave your warm handprints on my skin!” I spanked her hard, as I had learned to do the first time she had requested a spanking, and almost immediately her breathing got faster, and her body stiffened. In contrast with other orgasms of hers I had seen, this one was entirely silent. Her body spasmed powerfully, and her ass gripped my cock more powerfully than I could imagine. Her hand rubbed furiously between her legs. It seemed to go on forever, and I fucked her through it, eliciting more tremors and aftershocks even after the ...

... main waves were over. “My goodness! I have not climaxed like that in years.” She found my eyes once more with hers in the mirror, and the ‘fuck me like a whore’ moment seemed to be over. She was composed once again in a way that she hadn’t before her orgasm. I hadn’t realized until she had cum how happy I was that this was really something she wanted and enjoyed as well. My fantasy had originally been selfish, but I was relieved that the act had been truly enjoyed by both of us. She smiled at me warmly. Her eyes had regained their laughing, smiling glint. “And so, young sir, how would you like to cum? Continue what you are doing? Ejaculate on me? Or I could clean you off and you could finish in my mouth or in my vagina?” I didn’t answer her, but I smiled at her in the mirror, grabbed her hips, and restarted my thrusting. Without any need to wait for her, I set a fast, hard rhythm, and she met me eagerly, pushing her hips and ass back into me. Soon I felt the orgasm building in my balls, and I increased my pace as the semen spooled out of me, filling her ass as I came hugely, emptying myself into my older lover’s ass. As I came I leaned forward to kiss the back of her neck, and the movement unbalanced us, and she collapsed underneath me, with me pinning her down, her body impaled on my cock. “God, what a finish!” she gasped as I rolled off of her. “I feel so empty now!” My eyes went to her ass, and her ass seemed to wink at me, opening and closing in little spasms, and after a ...