Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 7 - Sex Stories

Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 7

... my hands flat to the wall while his hands returned to my breasts, stroking and lifting them and gently pinching my nipples between his fingertips. Slowly and sensuously he ran both hands down my sides, lingering to enjoy the soft curves around my waist, and then continuing all the way down to my thighs before returning to my hips. Stepping close enough for the front of his trousers to brush my bottom, he gently pulled on my hips, massaging the hard bulge of his cock in the cleft of my ass. With my legs already shoulder-width apart, I arched back to offer my pussy at a better angle. Leaving one hand on my hip, he reached down with the other to cup the mound of my sex, his middle finger laying along the length of my open slit with his fingertip poised tantalisingly over my entrance. I couldn’t decide whether to push forwards into his fingers or backwards into his cock, and I indecisively settled for slowly pumping my hips between the two. I was so ready! Why didn’t he have his cock in me already? The crowd outside had swelled in numbers even though I was barely acknowledging them, and now there were several teachers and a few senior girls to balance the majority of boys who were still paying for the privilege of throwing sponges at the pretty maths teacher with the horrid wedding dress. One of Kevin’s hands abandoned my breast to fumble with his trousers. I desperately wanted to help him and to wrap my hand around his throbbing manhood, but in the absence of restraints I ...

... obediently played my part and kept my hands glued to the front wall of the booth. Finally I heard his trousers fall to the floor and he stopped stroking my wanton slit to pull down his trunks, but the brief loss was worth it because a moment later I felt his hot and throbbing cock press back into the cleft of my butt cheeks. He felt so thick and long and ready; it took all of my self-control not to reach back and jam him into my steaming entrance. Adjusting his feet to a wider stance, he brought his cock down to a level where he could take me from behind, but instead of pushing straight into me, he just rested the tip between my pussy lips and teased me, stroking his cock-head back and forth through the slick valley of my slit. Brushing my clitoris with each forward stroke and then poising over my entrance on the back-stroke, he teased me to the point of agitation where the only words I wanted to say were ‘Take me!’, but which I couldn’t utter with the eyes of what felt like half the school watching me. “I’m getting bored, you guys,” I said, ostensibly to the crowd. “Surely one of you has what it takes to drill one right down the middle!” That was as risqué as I dared attempt, I wanted to tell Kevin that play-time’s over; the teasing was fun, but now it was time for the fucking to begin. On the next back stroke through my pussy lips, he stopped and repositioned his cock with his hand, and with a rush of anticipation I felt his cock-head engage with my entrance. It was that magical ...