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Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 4

Date: 12/22/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: blin18, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

anyway,” I continued, “he’s yelling ‘I’m the king of the world’, or …” “Kate wasn’t even in that scene …” “Shush!” I gently pinched his nipple, making him jump. “I won’t warn you again.” “Continue,” he said, much more contrite. I liked that. “Or maybe he was yelling ‘I’m flying’,” I said. “And she was behind him, holding onto him, looking out upon the sunset, her passion building inside her like a volcano.” I had moved my hands down to his flat stomach and I felt the softer hairs beneath his navel tickling my palms. I must have been tickling right back, because I felt his stomach muscles contract, opening a small gap at the top of his jeans that my fingers slipped into before I even knew what they were doing. “And she made him close his eyes,” I said, and then leaning close, “Are they closed?” “They’re closed,” he affirmed, his stomach fluttering nervously as I slid my fingertips down to the waistband of his shorts. “Good,” I said. “So she made him close his eyes and then she unbuttoned her blouse.” “I’m definitely watching this movie again,” he whispered as I opened the button of his jeans and unzipped the fly. I felt my way down the front of his shorts, my fingers floating over the soft bed of pubic hair underneath until I reached the hard bulge of his cock. I felt it move and I recoiled momentarily, but then searched on blindly with both hands, gently touching and pressing, testing his hardness, trying (and failing) to work out the root from the tip and settling for ... rubbing softly all over the bulge with my palm. “And as she held him,” I didn’t know where I was taking this story and didn’t have the courage to turn it into a porno, “with her naked breasts pressed into his back and her heart pounding, she moved her lips close to his ear and she whispered …” I paused in the narrative to build tension, using the time to further my exploration, I left one hand cupping his manhood through the shorts and slipped the fingertips of my other hand beneath the waistband, anxious and excited in equal measures to touch my first cock. I think we were both holding our breath. I delved lower and my fingers touched his shaft, it was hot and hard and I was sure I could feel blood pulsing beneath the surface. “What did she …” Kevin gulped. “What did she whisper?” “I don’t remember,” I breathed. The little Titanic fantasy was all but forgotten, all I could concentrate on was the thick slab of cock throbbing beneath my fingers. I smoothed my palm over the top of it and closed my fingers around the sides, all of a sudden getting my orientation and realising which end was which. I was holding it near the base and there was another two inches or so projecting from my hand, maybe six inches in total, and I could easily touch my fingers and thumb, so not exactly a porn-star dick – that was a relief. I squeezed gently and it surged and throbbed deliciously in my hand. Oh, this was so NOT like a vibrator. What must it feel like when it does that inside you? Reaching into ...