A Polaroid of Kristine, Part 5 - Sex Stories

A Polaroid of Kristine, Part 5

... sleek body, and my eyes were particularly drawn to her pert ass, which flexed prettily in front of me as she walked to her bedroom door. Her bed was not quite the same white expanse that it had been the last time I had been in her bedroom, as she had spread a large burgundy towel over it. On her bedside table was a large brown paper sack. She patted the bed invitingly, and I obediently lay down on it. She lay on the side closer to the mysterious bag, and from it she retrieved a small plastic container labeled “KY.” “This,” she explained, “is an excellent lubricant for anal sex, and I did not have any on hand, as I have not had any need for it since I moved to this country.” Her expression became a bit more serious. “You must never attempt anal sex with a woman, particularly a inexperienced girl close to your age, without such lubrication. Your penis is far too large. Do you understand?” As I mumbled a yes, from her bedside drawer, she pulled out a large rubber dildo. “I also bought this,” she explained, with an alluring combination of boldness with an undercurrent of shyness. “You may have noticed that it was not in the bag, as I have been enjoying it all morning. I tried to find one that was about the same size as you, so as to have something almost like you when you are not here.” She held it near my penis, and it was larger than my cock. Then again, I was not even close to erect. “Hmm…” she said thoughtfully, “I think you are larger when hard than my new toy. And my ...

... experience with it and you today bears this out as well. I should remember not to underestimate you.” Kristina had sat up next to me. I had my head on the pillows, and she was sitting cross-legged next to me, and it was hard not to be distracted by her nakedness. “Tell me,” she said with a smile, her green eyes flashing, “Have you thought about me when we have not been together?” “Of course!” I blurted, almost without thinking. “I’ve thought about you all the time!” She smiled in pleasure at my unselfconscious words. “No, Michael, I mean, have you thought about me? Have you masturbated thinking about me?” Somehow this was hard to admit. I had of course masturbated about her (and of course I had masturbated while she watched!), but admitting private masturbation seemed almost impossible, until she lay back, towards the foot of the bed. She draped one leg over mine, giving me a perfect view of her body, with a focus on her wet pussy, still with a trace of my semen at her lips. Almost without warning, she brought her new dildo to her pussy lips and pressed it into her body. The sight of the large head of the cock stretching her lips before pushing into her was incredible, and my cock felt a twinge of warmth at the sight. She continued to push it into her pussy until it was buried as far as it could go. “You see, Michael,” she explained, her voice catching, “I have been thinking about you most of the morning, doing this.” She worked the dildo out of her and then back in. “But I did not ...