1. A Polaroid of Kristina, Part 2


    Date: 11/6/2014, Categories: First Time, Author: Oncearunner1974, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    since my husband died, twelve years ago.” “I’m sorry.” I didn’t know what else to say. Her momentarily thoughtful expression brightened a bit. “Thank you. But it is all right. For a few years I simply had no interest, and I also moved to America. What started, or perhaps I should say ended, out of grief continued out of habit, and I found I had no interest in going out to meet men.” She kissed me quickly, her arms wrapped around my shoulders before. “Since I believe you that it is your first time, I think it will be all right if we forego the preservati-- the condom. And you are very responsible and mature to even think about it. Most men would do all they could to avoid wearing one.” Back in the present, holding her picture, thinking about that moment, I wondered if she had felt somewhat guilty about her invitation to have unprotected sex, as if she were pressuring me. Of course, in this particular case, she had been absolutely right. There had been no risk of pregnancy, and she had known beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was clean. And for all of her tact in pretending to “learn” about my virginity, it must have been stamped across my face and actions all afternoon, even before my stammered confession. Without thinking too much more, I'd made my decision. Looking her straight in her luminous green eyes, there was an unspoken communication. My eyes asked, “now?” and with the smallest nod, she answered, “now.” I pushed forward with my hips, and entered her. Her eyes ...
    widened, and she made an inarticulate sound --“Ohhh!!!” She wrapped her legs around me and held me tight once I was in all the way. I tried to pull back to thrust again, but she held me fast, not letting me move. “Just stay like that for a moment. You feel magnificent, but I have to get used to the size of your cock inside me. It has been so many years and you are quite large.” As we paused, I felt my erection pulse inside of her as her pussy gripped tightly around my penis. The feeling is of course indescribable, and I was lost in it, even without any movement. After a few moments, she relaxed her grip with her legs, and she encouraged me, “Make love to me now, Michael. Fuck me!” Again, the oddity of combining “make love” and “fuck” struck me, but I found the words unbelievably erotic. I thrust into her, deeply, and with increasing vigor. Her hips moved against me, and we found a good rhythm. She had her arms and legs wrapped tightly around me, as if to pull me in as deeply as possible. She buried her face in my shoulder, kissing at it and nipping at my neck as I thrust into her. When she wasn’t kissing my neck, she murmured into my ear, things like, “Michael, you are magnificent.” That one stood out in my memory. It sounds almost silly to repeat as I articulate this story in my mind, but I remember it fondly. It made me feel so good, and even now I can think of it as a kind and generous thing to say. I have no doubt that she meant it -- I know she did-- but I also know it could ...
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