Mist 

pt 7



Mouser lay Guinivere tenderly down on the low bed, he stood back and his eyes

roamed over her body, he watched her breasts rising in time with her breathing,

the lashes from her closed eyes that brushed her cheeks, her open lips which she

licked from time to time, the smooth skin of her belly, her slightly open legs

which partly hid her down covered cunny, the small trace of moisture that could

be seen smeared on her inside thighs.



Moistening the tip of his finger he leant down and gently traced the

outline of her nipple, the reaction was instantaneous, Guinivere gasped and her

eyes flew open the nipple erected and a trail of goosebumps erupted on

Guinivere's body, his finger moved from one nipple to the other, gently teasing

each tip with a fingernail, Guinivere lay on the bed her hands clenching in

fists each time Mouser touched her sensitive breasts.



She cried out in delight when Mouser lowered his head and gently ran the tip of

his tongue underneath her breasts, when his tongue briefly landed on her nipples

Guinivere could hardly contain herself, the warm feeling in her cunny erupted in

an arc from her loins to her head and down her arms, she moaned as she writhed

in orgasmic ecstacy.



One orgasm was followed by another as Mouser engulfed her nipples in his mouth,

Guinivere was left speechless by the feelings this brought her, his tongue

teased and licked and nibbled on the tip of her nipples, his hands stroked and

caressed the undersides of her breasts, he squeezed and kneaded her breasts in

his warm hands, each touch sending Guinivere closer to the edge, his mouth

sought hers, eagerly they kissed, their tongues meeting and entwining, his body

pressed hard against hers, she could feel his cock caught between them hard and

hot, he moved against her rubbing his cock up and down her belly, she could feel

the drops that were leaking from the tip being smeared into her.



Slowly Mouser began kissing down her body, his lips encountering the salty

mixture of his leaking seed and the sweat of their bodies, his tongue leaving

trails of fire on her skin, she held her breath as Mouser kissed down the line

of her hip, the vee of her thigh and then as he nuzzled the top of her cunny,

almost involuntarily Guinivere's hands moved to her own nipples, she felt their

hardness press into her palms as she rubbed her hands over them, squeezing them

in her hands, she gasped as Mousers tongue delicately licked up the length of

her cunny, he savoured the sweetness from her, slowly very slowly his tongue

parted her soft downy lips, she could feel him, licking and tasting, delighting

in her aroma and taste, suddenly her back arched as fire exploded in her loins,

Mouser's probing tongue had found the hard nub of her clit.



His lips closed around it, sucking and biting, drawing the nub into

his mouth, tantalising it with the tip of his tongue and then slowly

licking across it, he listened as she moaned with pleasure, as his

talented tongue gave her one orgasmic release after the other, one

hand rubbed across her breast, squeezing and pinching her nipple, the

other she had on his head, pressing him into the sweet honey of her

cunny.



Guinivere writhed in ecstacy on the bed, unable to manage a coherent

thought, every fibre of her being was concentrated on the pleasure

that Mouser was giving her, as her body and mind shook one more time

with release, shakily she removed her hand from Mouser's head as he

gave her cunny one final long lick, she lay on the bed panting and

sweating, her hair lay in sticky strands across her forehead, Mouser

moved to lay beside her, his erect cock even more impressive, he leant

over and kissed her and she tasted for the first time the musky sweet

juices of her cunny, he put his arms around her and pillowed his head

on her breast, Guinivere said in mock lofty tones.



 "Why I do believe I have worn his Royal Highness out"



With a roar that almost fooled Guinivere until she saw the smile

lurking at the corner of his mouth, Mouser leapt upon her.



 "Worn me out!!, My Lady you havent seen ANYTHING yet, there are

pleasures that I haven't even begun to visit upon your body"



So saying he reached down and with a deft finger caressed her still

tingling clit, he smiled at the soft moan Guinivere made, his fingers

caressed and stroked her cunny lips, they opened under his talented

touch, gently he dipped one finger inside her, her eyes opened wide as

his fingers continued their exploration inside her, another finger

joined the first and then another, soon he was moving his fingers in

and out of her cunny his thumb deftly teasing her clit, his mouth

clamped down on her nipple, biting and sucking on it, when she came he

could feel her insides gripping on his fingers. When she lay there

in total silence Mouser said in the same mocking tones.



 "Why, I do believe I have worn her Ladyship out"



Guinivere smiled up at him and replied, "Not yet your Highness, not yet" she

pointed to his cock, "I'm still awaiting an impressive display from yon beasty,

it seems a might feisty, perhaps it needs taming"



Guinivere reached out a hesitant hand and grasped it in her fist, it

was smooth, it was also very hot, she squeezed it softly and Mouser moaned

gently she ran her fingertip down its length, it seem to grow even more under

her ministrations, recalling what she had seen Vincent do to Lancelot she got up

on her knees and motioned Mouser to lay down.