Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 7 - Sex Stories

Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 7

... moment where he was both committed and yet not quite inside me. It’s the most wonderful, exhilarating feeling of anticipation, just the slightest penetration, enough for me to realise that he could take me with the slightest movement of his hips, and yet choosing not to – choosing instead to prolong that moment of simultaneous bliss before he filled me with his powerful, throbbing cock and I would envelop him in the silky embrace of my sheath. I dared not breathe, trying to predict the moment when he would enter me. Now! No, now! No, wait …. “Hey look, it’s Miss Granger’s fiancé!” What the fuck? Blind. Heart stopping. Panic. How could anyone know Kevin was in here? Like a scene from a movie – a frightening, perverse, and darkly comic movie – the crowd parted and there he was, an impossible reality that my brain couldn’t begin to process, it was Kevin stepping through the gap, smiling shyly with every face turned towards him. Thinking back, I don’t believe I understood the truth of what I was seeing until the thick manhood between my pussy lips breached my entrance and slowly pushed inside the hot, silken cavern of my sex. Ironically, if Kevin had appeared a few moments later it would have made no difference at all, because there could be no mistaking the fact that the cock that was now sliding inexorably into my womanhood was most certainly not his. We don’t use toys, and before Kevin I owned only a small collection of modestly sized vibrators. Certainly I had no ...

... experience with anything remotely like the monster gently forcing its way into my pussy. Oh my goodness, it felt like five cocks! I couldn’t breathe! No, that’s not quite right; I couldn’t breathe out ! I opened my mouth but all I could do was take these fluttery, gasping inward breaths until I thought my lungs would burst. Sensations in the rest of my body were shutting down, I couldn’t feel the plywood wall with my fingers or the floor with my toes; my whole world had been reduced to the throbbing slab of meat that filled my rippling, straining sex. Kevin looked right and left for flying sponges and then stole towards the booth. “Lovely dress,” he smiled. “Aren’t you worried about ruining it before the big day?” “Um …,” I couldn’t even process the joke. “What? It’s not … it’s not mine. How did you …? Who…?” Kevin cupped my head in both hands and leaned in for a long, sensuous kiss. The crowd went wild and I heard a sponge splat into the wall beside him. My knees began to buckle and fold towards each other, but I was so full of cock I couldn’t even close my legs. With a force of will, I straightened them again, but that relentless tool just used the relieved pressure to go deeper, touching down on my cervix with still no sign of the owner’s groin touching my ass. With a suddenness that made me gasp into Kevin’s lips, my pussy began to come. I don’t mean that I began to come, it was just my pussy. It wasn’t anything like orgasms I had experienced before; it wasn’t a whole-of-body ...