Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 4 - Sex Stories

Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 4

... once and for all. And I almost did! With his shaft lying flat against his body, I lowered down until I felt it kiss against my open pussy lips, the wet surface tension forming an attraction that felt wilful, almost like they didn’t want to be separated. Then I heard Belinda’s voice in my head, my own imagination providing the perfect note of sarcasm that I knew she would use, as if she was in the room coaching me. “Sure, sweetie. Go ahead. I can see you’re in a hurry. And that’s good, because he’s about three wet strokes away from coming. At least the first time will be memorable for one of you.” With one hand on my breast, another cupping my bottom beneath the skirt, and his hard member twitching and teasing my pussy lips, I almost told Imaginary Belinda to go fuck herself. I could hear Kevin holding his breath as his cock made those long flexes and I realised that he was trying and probably failing to hold his orgasm at bay. And I wasn’t far behind! Every time I touched my clitoris to his shaft I felt a little bolt of pleasure ripple through me, making my nipples hard and my skin prick with goose-bumps. Resigned to the commitment to wait a little longer for my prize, I sat down more heavily on his shaft, pressing it into my glistening slit and forcing my lips to open wide, his hard manhood touching me everywhere from my perineum to my aching clitoris and most especially my steaming, yearning entrance in-between. The little bolts of pleasure in my clitoris became one huge ...

... thunderclap of ecstasy that froze the breath in my chest. My hips pumped reflexively and ground his dick against my sex, prolonging and compounding the pure wave of bliss radiating from my pussy. “Oh God,” I whimpered in his ear. “I think I’m coming!” That was all the permission Kevin needed; he expelled a groan that I think was his first breath in about thirty seconds and grabbed my backside in both hands, driving my pussy against his throbbing cock and thrusting up against me, pounding my clitoris with glorious explosions while I writhed on top of him and a wave of heat built in my core and then spread out through my stomach and thighs. And then he was coming. I felt him swell and throb along the length of my slit, and then his cock was bucking like a rodeo bull beneath my pussy. The vibration of cum rushing along the underside reverberated through my clitoris in a way that a toy could never replicate, tipping me over the edge and sending me into writhing spasms on his cock, unable to bear the acute agony of ecstasy, but equally unable to lift myself off the magnificent, throbbing tool that had me almost paralysed with pleasure. When Kevin stopped coming, the buzzing in my clitoris finally waned and I floated down from the intense peak of my climax, spent and satisfied. All I wanted now was to cuddle; Belinda didn’t warn me about this, I don’t think she expected me to come in the warm-ups. I laid down on top of Kevin and nuzzled into the soft bristles on his neck, my pussy ...