A Polaroid of Kristine, Part 5 - Sex Stories

A Polaroid of Kristine, Part 5

... against her pussy. I realized that I was not entirely sure exactly how to insert it, but as I rubbed the head against her, she pushed back, and I was somehow magically inside her. She was incredibly wet, far wetter even than she had been the other time we made love. I slid into her slowly, not wanting to hurt her, and I was also reveling in the delicious feeling of her hot, tight wetness gripping me. “No, Michael, I need it hard and fast. I have been ready for you for several hours.” She pushed against me eagerly, and I got the message. I thrust into her harder, and I heard a moan of approval in response. She pushed against me, urging me to set a fast rhythm, and I obliged her, holding her hips tight, and thrusting into her increasingly fast and hard. She moaned in little gasps as we fucked, and with every thrust I could see the puckered bud of her anus, and I was almost amazed at the idea that she was going to allow me to penetrate her there. Or was she? It almost seemed impossible, like a dream within a dream. All too soon, the combination of my age and inexperience, the prospect of what was to come, and the fact that I had masturbated earlier without allowing myself to cum was causing me to realize that I was going to cum all too soon. I slowed my thrusting, trying to last longer, only to have Kristina thrust her hips back into me almost violently. “No, Michael, I need you to fuck me as hard as you can. I will cum when you do.” Given the green light to cum, I didn’t ...

... worry about how embarrassingly fast my orgasm would be. I held on to her hips and pounded into her with gusto. My orgasm boiled out of me, and it felt as if I was emptying myself into her. Somehow Kristina was able to tell that I was cumming (could she feel it?), and as soon as I did, she let loose with a moan that was practically a scream. “UNNH! GOD, YESSS!!!” I felt her pussy spasm around my cock as the last aftershocks of her orgasm coursed through her. The pressure on my cock caused me to jump and start, and even as the feeling was becoming almost too intense, she allowed herself to fall forward, collapsing onto the couch. She lay face forward, momentarily overcome, and in the noontime light, her skin shone like bronze, and I could see fine golden hairs on her skin that I had never noticed before. I also could see her pussy, as her legs were still spread, and it looked red and...open. A glob of semen dripped out of her, and the sight was incredibly erotic. The idea that what was now inside of her had been inside of me moments before was somehow mindboggling. As I stood there, almost awkwardly, she turned over and fixed her gaze on me. “My goodness, Michael, I can’t tell you how much I needed that.” She smiled at me, and as always, her happiness made me feel warm. “After I went shopping this morning, I realized that we had not set a time for you to come over. I knew I could not come and get you, so I had to wait. And imagine.” I sat next to her, and she snuggled into me, her ...