1. Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 7


    Date: 9/23/2015, Categories: Cuckold, Author: blin18, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    tightness of my entrance, which sucked at his cock with each withdrawal, distending and gripping his thick shaft and making me feel like I was being pulled inside out. But, oh, the inward strokes, how to describe them? With his strong hands gripping my hips, he pulled me onto his swollen manhood, slowly but forcefully driving his cock-head through the resistance of my love tunnel, which would close with virginal relief as he withdrew, only to be plundered again and again as though each stroke was the first. He finished each thrust holding me tight, pushing the soft bulk of his knob against my cervix with relentless pressure until it felt as though I couldn’t draw breath. Josh flexed his cock inside me and I could feel his knob swell massively, opening me up more than I ever thought possible. I couldn’t help it – it was a reflex action by my poor, stretched pussy – but against my will it contracted in a reptilian embrace, constricting and squeezing back, rippling up and down the full length of his throbbing member. The reaction was like one of those action movies when the dam wall is breached or the nuclear reactor is compromised, and the hero has seconds to escape before the whole thing blows. Metaphorical klaxon alarms went off in my head, red lights flashed and needle gauges swung ominously into the danger zone. The orgasm that had been building was now tripped and I could do nothing but let it run its course. With a low moan, Josh pulled half way out against my relentless ...
    pressure and then, with his fingers spasmodically gripping my hips, he drove his massive cock all the way to the hilt, his balls pressed into my lips so hard I could feel them lift and swell as he prepared to come. “You have declared your consent before the assembled Muck-Up Day rabble,” Mr Smith hit his stride delivering his final line with obvious enjoyment. “What a fake wizard in a Santa beard has joined, let not man put asunder. Mr Marsh, you may kiss the bride.” Everything was happening at once. A dozen kids wielding sponges cocked their arms and prepared to throw; Kevin turned to face me again, smiling and excited and knowing we were about to be pelted; and then with a final massive throb, Josh filled me with hot, molten cum, bursting the dam on my own climax. I screamed as the first sponge hit my face, but then Kevin was kissing me and blocking my cries of release while wet sponges smacked into the back of his head. Skybursts of ecstasy exploded through my body. My knees collapsed, quivering and shaking, helplessly trying to close around the massive bar of man-flesh that forced them apart. My head was spinning with emotions, my love for Kevin, the fulfilment of my fantasy, and the visceral, awesome release of my orgasm that was still shuddering through my body, twisting my limbs and making me jerk like a puppet. I kissed Kevin fiercely. Perhaps I should have felt guilty about what was happening, but I didn’t. I didn’t ask for it, I didn’t invite it; heck, I thought it ...
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