Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 7 - Sex Stories

Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 7

... experience or even something that filled and spread outwards from my core. It was just a sudden peak of sensation in my pussy and nowhere else. In some ways it was like taking a pee after holding on for too long, just a long, slow, sweet release, making every nerve ending inside my sheath sing a high-C until it felt like I would shatter. I locked desperately onto Kevin’s lips while I came. And I came. And I came! Kevin felt some of my desperation and passion and kissed me back with renewed vigour – probably enjoying showing off in front of the kids – and that just made my predicament worse. Finally I came down from my climax and regained some control over both my pussy and my breathing. With my sex still straining and stretched around that massive tool, I bore down on it with my secret muscles and nearly came again; the sheer size of it was holding me perpetually on the edge. With a perverse delight that really should have been panicked horror, I understood exactly who was fucking me. I mean, who else could it be? Maybe Josh had overheard me on the phone this morning. Maybe he just wanted to finish what we started on The Enterprise. However it happened, I realised that this was my Celebrity Bang. My own words from that night we got engaged rang in my ears: “And if I’m being banged by a Hermione-fancier in the dark – in my red dress – and I only work out half way through that it’s not you, then I’m free to continue.” Well I wasn’t exactly in the dark, but I was unsighted. ...

... And I wasn’t in my red dress anymore. But Josh was most definitely a Hermione-fancier and I did only work out it wasn’t Kevin half way through. Oh my God! Do I have a free pass to do this? I guess the answer to that question was the same as ‘Was Kevin serious when we made the Celebrity Bang pact?’ I thought back to that night; was I serious about his Celebrity Bang? Would I let him sleep with Emma Watson? I think I’d be okay with it so long as he didn’t leave me for her (and he shared the juicy details afterwards). And what about later that night when he tricked me into thinking there was a stranger in the room? He was totally into my fantasy, knowing that I thought I was being fucked by a stranger. But would he be totally into it for real? Let’s face it Jeannie, if he isn’t then it’s a bit late to rewind. “Mmm. Nice,” Kevin said, pulling away from our kiss. “But soggy.” He wiped off some sponge-water from his lips that had transferred from me. “Mmm-hmmm,” I agreed, not quite trusting myself to talk. Josh’s cock was still inside me, but he wasn’t moving it; he just held me, impaled and helpless on that throbbing monster while he stroked my naked breasts. “Hey! Don’t they look cute?” a voice yelled. Maybe Mandy. “Let’s do the wedding now.” “Yeah, go for it,” Kevin turned to face them, standing beside the suspended wedding dress, but at an angle where I could see him. “Where will you find a priest, though?” He challenged good-naturedly. “Or a Justice Of The Peace!” somebody ...