So, this week’s Quote Quest teaser is:
“Between my finger and my thumb the squat pen rests; snug as a gun.”– Seamus Heaney
Well, it wasn’t a pen between my thumb and finger, but those three letters definitely featured.
“The Other Guy” moans as I slowly stroke his cock, occasionally circling my thumb over the tip before encircling the shaft once again and working my slowly down, then back up again.
It’s been far too long since we last saw each other, far too long since I felt his tongue on my clit and his cock inside me.
I’ve already tasted his cum; rich and thick and so welcome after so long.
My cunt aches pleasantly from the ponding it received from his cock. My clit still throbs from where his tongue so expertly lashed it and drove me to a series of shuddering climaxes.
We’ve already done so much in the time we’ve had, and there is still so much more to do. My body is his to use until it is time for me to leave.
His cock twitches in my hand as I kiss him firmly on his lips, his tongue snaking into my mouth. I can taste my cunt on him; intoxicating, fuelling my hunger for him. I tighten my grip around his cock.
Up and down, down and up; I stroke those proud, stiff inches of flesh, refamiliarising myself with its contours. It’s been almost a year since I’ve had any cock but Master C’s, and I am so glad that it’s “The Other Guy” who is able to give me the first extra-curricular penis since the lifting of lockdown restrictions make such happenings possible again.
I move so that I can playfully kiss and tease the tip with my tongue as I stroke the shaft. I am rewarded with a familiar moan; a moan that means so much more because I haven’t heard it in so long. It’s a moan that confirms that I haven’t forgotten what “The Other Guy” likes, how he likes to be touched and teased. It’s a moan that tells me how much he has missed my attentions and how much he is enjoying experiencing them again anew.
The head of his cock swells a deep angry purple. I tease the underside with the tip of my tongue as I drag my nails lightly along his length. I can taste the nearness of his climax. I feel the tension in his body mount as I slide my thumb and finger up to concentrate on the area just below the head; knowing that this is the area that gives him the most pleasure.
“I’m going to come soon, Morag,” he half sighs, half moans.
“Good!” I breathe, “That’s what I want.”
My hand moves a little faster. His breathing deepens; his hips begin those tell-tale involuntary movements.
“Oh… Oh Morag!” he moans. “So close… So, so close…”
I have a decision to make; where do I want his load? In me, or on me?
His cock twitches in my hand.
“I want you to come on my boobs, then rub it in as you eat my cunt,” I tell him.
“Hell, fuck yes!” he gasps.
We pause briefly to change position, in readiness for what comes next. It’s the briefest respite for him but one that is short lived.
I circle his cock once more and stroke, hard, fast, eager for his inevitable eruption.
“Morag!” My name called out, a final groan, and then I feel his sticky warmth on my skin as unloads over my neck and boobs.
A small tremor runs up my spine. I know I’m really going to enjoy what will happen next…