A Polaroid of Kristina, Part 4 - Sex Stories

A Polaroid of Kristina, Part 4

... red from the spanking I had been giving her. I found that I was able to rub her pussy with my third and fourth fingers, sliding them into her, using my finger in her ass as a sort of pivot point. I didn’t want to try to push further into her ass with only the little lubrication I’d had available, that is, the wetness on my finger from her pussy, but the motion meant that I was applying gentle pressure on her ass every time I slid my other fingers in and out of her pussy. Her breathing sped up again. I resumed my spanking, but with more time in between slaps. I let each one linger, and I flattered myself that I had developed better technique in how I delivered each slap to sting but not truly hurt. Soon her body began to tense, and I felt her pussy and ass clamp down on my fingers. I tried to keep doing what I was doing, and I fingered her more vigorously. I found that with my pinky I was just able to reach her clit, and when I grazed it, that was all it took to send her over the edge. “Ohhh… Michael… I am cumming… I am cumming!” As she came, I slapped each buttock once and very hard, and at that moment of intensity, it seemed I had done just the right thing. She stiffened, trembled hard for about five seconds, and then went limp in my lap. I gently removed my fingers from inside her, and lay back in the couch, tired myself, not as much from the spanking as from the effort of trying to guess if I was pleasing her. I felt a warm feeling, and pride that I had made her cum. ...

... Kristina stood up in front of me, and on trembling legs leaned forward to kiss me. It was not a passionate kiss, but rather a tender one. Our lips were parted, but our tongues did not meet. She sat beside me. She snuggled into me, holding my arm with one hand, while the other found my cock and stroked it lazily. “Michael, that was wonderful! I’ve been wanting to do that for so many years. When I was much younger, close to your age, I had an older lover who spanked me several times during our time together. I was shocked the first time, but I enjoyed it even then.” I was surprised at her unguarded talk of her past, particularly her sexual past. Something about what I considered her European reserve made me think that she would not mention previous lovers. As the weeks went on, I discovered that there were times that she could be very frank about her past, but that the care she exercised was either out of discretion, or out of a desire not to make me feel uncomfortable. “So you didn’t do it after that?” I asked hesitantly, as she continued to stroke my erection, lazily, slowly, running her thumb around the head on each upstroke. “Sadly no. I hoped some of my later lovers would choose to try, but for whatever reason they didn’t. And I learned by happenstance that others found the idea repellent, including my husband. It has been therefore a fantasy I have had for many years to repeat. And you fulfilled it perfectly.” We half lay, half sat there quietly for several quiet minutes. Her ...