Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 7 - Sex Stories

Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 7

... shouted. “Or a ship’s captain!” everyone was chipping in advice now. “That’s only on the high sea!” “Well … if a captain can perform a wedding on the high sea,” someone began with the irrefutable logic of a tipsy teenager. “Then when you’re in a high-school …?” “PRINCIPAL SMITH!” about fifteen voices screamed in delighted unison. Oh dear God, no. Josh’s impossibly thick cock swelled menacingly inside me, making me whimper and reminding me how close he held me to the edge of a climax. Mr Smith was produced from within a seething crowd of excited teenagers who were all simultaneously trying to tell him what they wanted him to do. “A mock wedding?” he exclaimed with jovial addle-mindedness, sounding more like Professor Dumbledore that ever. “YES!” they all yelled. “Miss Granger?” he asked. I wanted to say no, but then I didn’t really see how this could get any worse. And it might help mask some of my reactions to what was happening inside the booth. I nodded my agreement and Kevin leaned in and kissed me again. “I don’t even know how to start,” Mr Smith muttered. “Dearly beloved!” Mandy cried euphorically, almost hopping up and down with excitement. She was definitely mixing something with her wine spritzer. “Dearly beloved,” Mr Smith began. “We are gathered here today in the sight of …,” he briefly considered and then rejected what he probably thought – under the circumstances – would be blasphemy. “… in the sight of a hundred rambunctious teenagers,” an excited cheer from the ...

... crowd, “to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony.” “Get to the good bits!” “Yeah, go straight to the I do’s” Kevin turned and stole a glance at my disembodied and possibly horrified-looking face. Josh chose that moment to slowly pull his cock back through my straining lips. The wet, delicious friction of my sex tracing the contours and veins of his cock set my nerve-endings buzzing with ecstasy again, and this time I couldn’t help but squeeze him tight, doubling the pressure, doubling the pleasure. He cupped a breast in one hand and held my hip with the other, and with the gentlest of strokes he began to slowly but forcefully fuck me, filling me to bursting and stretching me inside so I could take even more of that big, beautiful cock, and then withdrawing, leaving me empty and bereft and silently begging for more. “Do you, Jeannie Granger …” Mr Smith continued. “Hermione,” I said, almost gasping. “If we’re going to do it like this then then today I’m Hermione.” That was a reward for Josh; as flattering as his attention felt, it was more of a Hermione-fetish than it was a teacher-fetish. “Really?” Kevin asked. He knew about my mixed experiences as Hermione’s doppelganger and probably thought the wedding ceremony in front of all these kids would be too eerily reminiscent of the teasing I endured as a teenager. “Uh huh,” I smiled happily. It wasn’t a difficult emotion to express at that moment, standing splay-legged with Josh’s impossible cock slowly pumping me towards ...