Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 4 - Sex Stories

Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 4

... makes it so much hotter), Double-O-Kevin was stroking a finger up and down through my slit, getting me hotter and wetter and making me wriggle in my seat. I kept a hand on his cock, but remembering Belinda’s teachings, I didn’t return his attention equally; I just touched, making sure he was ready for what came next. I thought we would make it to the bit where they fall in love, but we didn’t even get close. With Kevin stroking me to a lather, I was done for when Daniel Craig suited up for his big poker game and my pussy was crying so insistently for more that I could barely concentrate on the screen. And then the reluctant kiss: Bond snatched Vesper in the stairwell and kissed her as a diversion. Vesper stiffens at first, surprised but playing the role of Bond’s wife, and then she softens and responds. That five second journey from reluctance to passion is so damned sexy, my breath caught and I felt a wanting, yearning need deep in the pit of my stomach. “Hell with this,” I muttered. In a single motion I turned and swung a leg over Kevin’s lap, straddling him, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him deeply, vaguely aware of the pain from last night’s pash-rash on my face but not caring. Not in the slightest. I was so beyond waiting, it felt as though I’d been waiting my entire life. In a way, I guess, I had been. But no more! I had followed all of Belinda’s instructions and earned my prize and now by-God I was going to take it. Not that it wasn’t freely offered, ...

... Kevin seemed every bit as desperate as me. Strangely, Belinda didn’t offer me any coaching on this part; her plan completely revolved around the fore-foreplay, or making him come twice before intercourse. And then what? I had asked. And then you fuck like rabbits, was her reply, which I think is Belinda-ese for ‘do whatever feels good.’ I hadn’t thought this bit through, but straddled over his lap I could feel his cock throbbing and flexing against my open pussy through his boxers and all I wanted in the world was for it to be inside me. Rising up on my knees, I reached through the handy little window in the front and immediately closed my fingers around his shaft, my heart racing to feel it bucking and rearing like a fish on a hook. Struggling for breath, I held him beneath my nightie and brought his cock-head to my entrance, gliding it deliciously back up over my clitoris and coating the underside with my natural lubrication while he gasped in my ear, before bringing him back to my opening and seating his knob just inside. This was now feeling very, very real. I let go and just held him between my pussy lips, folding my arms around his neck again. In another moment, I thought, I won’t be a virgin anymore. “This is perfect,” I breathed, breaking our kiss and mentally snapshotting the moment. “Is this how you imagined it?” “Oh, God yes,” he breathed. “Wait, no!” “What?” I said, dismayed. I very nearly just dropped down onto his shaft in spite. He lifted my nightie over my head, ...