A Polaroid of Kristina, Part 4 - Sex Stories

A Polaroid of Kristina, Part 4

... heard her moan my name in between less articulate sounds. Her buttocks were becoming red all over as my handprints merged with one another. I was starting to worry I might be doing too much, but when I slapped her more lightly, she protested, saying, “No, please, Michael, spank me harder. Teach me not to be so wicked and naughty.” I slapped her once more, harder, perhaps even harder than any of the others, and she cried out: “aaahhh!” She spread her legs a bit as she wiggled deliciously in my lap, revealing her pussy more so than before. I couldn’t resist, and I paused in my “punishment” of her to touch her wet lips. Her head was buried in the couch cushion to my left, as it had been since my spanking began in earnest. I experimented with sliding my index finger into her, and even though her vagina gripped me tightly, my finger slid in easily, as she was incredibly wet. I worked my finger gently in and out of her, but with increasing speed and force as her enthusiastic reactions encouraged me. I added a second finger, to her moan of pleasure. I soon found as I experimented, however, that she reacted better when I rubbed the entrance of her vagina with those two fingers, and didn’t penetrate her. That way I was also able to rub just below her clit as I played with her. New to this, I had taken a while to realize there was no reason for me to do only one thing at a time, and I used my left hand to resume the spanking. If I thought her reaction had been positive before, now it ...

... was electric. She moaned, and squirmed, and said my name, her breaths coming raggedly. My cock was hardening further under her stomach. I was curious, and I took a chance. Pausing with both hands, I let her catch her breath a bit. Using my left hand to part her buttocks, I gently and cautiously touched my glisteningly wet right index finger to the rosette of her asshole. I was afraid she would tell me to stop, but instead she said, “ohhh… yes…. Michael…” I rubbed gently, working the wetness from my finger onto her anus. Her reactions were different but still welcoming. Whereas before her breaths had come in almost violent pants, now she seemed to be holding her breath. She raised her hips, as if to meet my hand, and I applied gentle pressure on her back entrance. My finger pushed in slightly, and she moaned with apparent pleasure. I was only in about as far as my first knuckle, and as I looked down at her, her ass red from my spanking, in stark contrast with her honey-colored skin, I was struck with the craziness of what was going on. I was getting better at not having the “is this really happening?” feeling, but I had it again at that moment, with the sexy European lady in my lap, her blond hair piled on top her head, as it usually was, revealing an elegant length of neck. Her lines were all long and slender, but also sleek, with no hint of the stringy leanness that sometimes is the price older women pay for staying slim. And I had my finger part way up her ass, her buttocks ...