Show Time 4/?
anonymous
August 19 2009, 15:40:43 UTC
I would like to apologize profusely for my fail lately. Like. Guh. So sorry. It must be difficult to read with three part threes -.-… the only terrible difference between them is the italics though, so I guess whatever. It’ll get deleted eventually (although I’m a bit worried - I haven’t seen any obvious mod activity for a good while...)
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England scoffed, lowering himself to the ground and standing, “You never were one for patience”. A gloved hand slipped to the front of the blessed shorts, kneading at the owner’s hardness. I licked my lips again, mouth suddenly feeling very wet, and very empty, “Do you want this?”
I nodded.
He laughed, and stepped closer to me, nudging the back of my head with his hand. Obediently, I leaned down and rubbed the side of my face against his pleather crotch, kneading the boner with my cheek and chin. England’s heat greeted my skin in waves, and I felt my own body flush, pulsing with desire. I mouthed the protrusion a few times, breathing hotly onto it, the yearning in my mouth growing. Multiplying.
A hand fisting in my hair, pulling upwards, told me to continue. Eagerly, I bit the waistband of the shorts and pulled them down and under England’s balls, exposing my prize. A musky smell assaulted my senses, coming strong off the newly uncovered flesh, and I breathed it in, wanting to savor it. To memorize the scent. To experience it again and again and again, this aroma unlike any other in the world.
Impatiently, he tugged at my hair, “Lick it, cretin”. Oh gods, oh stars and stripes, yes.
I obediently stuck my tongue out, making sure to coat the pink muscle with saliva, and ran it up the bottom of his shaft slowly. I worshipped Arthur’s sweet meat devotedly, widening my tongue and covering the bottom of his member to taste it from as many angles as I possibly could, then reaching the top of the shaft and scraping it with my teeth very gently. Not wanting the experience to end quickly, I returned to the base, this time whetting my tongue and traveling a side of the plump cock. He tasted as rich as he smelled.
Once again, I returned to his base, drawing my tongue along a new angle. Before I even reached the tip however, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back my hunger. England, anticipating this somehow, slackened his grip on my hair, and gave me freer reign over his member.
The tip of my tongue bumped the tip of his cock, and I swirled it around the nub before kissing it once, twice, and taking it between my lips, sucking once and then pulling off.
“There’s a good boy,” he said gently, holding his erection with the pleather fingers, stroking the sides of my face with it, “Open your mouth”.
My torpid compliance is followed by a hot, thick cock in my mouth, slowly pushing in. I did my best to open myself to it, and licked along the underside as it thrust in, out, in and out again. A little harder, and just a bit faster every time.
England began to beat unabashedly into me, stroking my hair and face as his tempo increased, me doing my best to suck at the right times, and shift the angle of my head, minding my teeth and swallowing the extra liquid whenever I could. I felt him grow in my mouth, pulsing and throbbing. As he rammed into me, I did the same, sheathing England’s cock with my hot cavern, burying my nose against his pelvis, beseeching England to come - to let me taste him more.
Faintly, I heard a throaty moan from above me, and the lower half of me - already recovered from the orgasm and rock hard - twitched in response. England’s thrusts lost regularity, and he gripped my hair harder, pulling it as he fucked my mouth, my lips started to sting from the friction.
He made another sound, thrusting all the way into me, and I moaned around him. He then withdrew himself (’nooo, come back’ I whined in the back of my mind) pumping himself, and releasing all over my face and glasses. I stuck my tongue out, desperate to catch a stray drop for a taste of England.
Re: Show Time 4/?
anonymous
August 22 2009, 02:14:10 UTC
I hate 1st POV in smut; usually so obviously done for self insertion, but ye GODS I agree with the above- feel more like a voyeur, and I LOVE IT. Don't stop don't stop unnggh~
I don't know what compelled me to read this fill but I'm retardly thankful. You are fucking awesome author!anon. I wish I to worship your scones <33
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England scoffed, lowering himself to the ground and standing, “You never were one for patience”. A gloved hand slipped to the front of the blessed shorts, kneading at the owner’s hardness. I licked my lips again, mouth suddenly feeling very wet, and very empty, “Do you want this?”
I nodded.
He laughed, and stepped closer to me, nudging the back of my head with his hand. Obediently, I leaned down and rubbed the side of my face against his pleather crotch, kneading the boner with my cheek and chin. England’s heat greeted my skin in waves, and I felt my own body flush, pulsing with desire. I mouthed the protrusion a few times, breathing hotly onto it, the yearning in my mouth growing. Multiplying.
A hand fisting in my hair, pulling upwards, told me to continue. Eagerly, I bit the waistband of the shorts and pulled them down and under England’s balls, exposing my prize. A musky smell assaulted my senses, coming strong off the newly uncovered flesh, and I breathed it in, wanting to savor it. To memorize the scent. To experience it again and again and again, this aroma unlike any other in the world.
Impatiently, he tugged at my hair, “Lick it, cretin”. Oh gods, oh stars and stripes, yes.
I obediently stuck my tongue out, making sure to coat the pink muscle with saliva, and ran it up the bottom of his shaft slowly. I worshipped Arthur’s sweet meat devotedly, widening my tongue and covering the bottom of his member to taste it from as many angles as I possibly could, then reaching the top of the shaft and scraping it with my teeth very gently. Not wanting the experience to end quickly, I returned to the base, this time whetting my tongue and traveling a side of the plump cock. He tasted as rich as he smelled.
Once again, I returned to his base, drawing my tongue along a new angle. Before I even reached the tip however, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back my hunger. England, anticipating this somehow, slackened his grip on my hair, and gave me freer reign over his member.
The tip of my tongue bumped the tip of his cock, and I swirled it around the nub before kissing it once, twice, and taking it between my lips, sucking once and then pulling off.
“There’s a good boy,” he said gently, holding his erection with the pleather fingers, stroking the sides of my face with it, “Open your mouth”.
My torpid compliance is followed by a hot, thick cock in my mouth, slowly pushing in. I did my best to open myself to it, and licked along the underside as it thrust in, out, in and out again. A little harder, and just a bit faster every time.
England began to beat unabashedly into me, stroking my hair and face as his tempo increased, me doing my best to suck at the right times, and shift the angle of my head, minding my teeth and swallowing the extra liquid whenever I could. I felt him grow in my mouth, pulsing and throbbing. As he rammed into me, I did the same, sheathing England’s cock with my hot cavern, burying my nose against his pelvis, beseeching England to come - to let me taste him more.
Faintly, I heard a throaty moan from above me, and the lower half of me - already recovered from the orgasm and rock hard - twitched in response. England’s thrusts lost regularity, and he gripped my hair harder, pulling it as he fucked my mouth, my lips started to sting from the friction.
He made another sound, thrusting all the way into me, and I moaned around him. He then withdrew himself (’nooo, come back’ I whined in the back of my mind) pumping himself, and releasing all over my face and glasses. I stuck my tongue out, desperate to catch a stray drop for a taste of England.
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the way america narrates it... uuuuuuuuuuh. this is hot as ever, anon. oh my god i love this fill.
the description is wonderful. it's like i'm in there, nearby, watching them go at it.
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Don't stop don't stop unnggh~
I don't know what compelled me to read this fill but I'm retardly thankful.
You are fucking awesome author!anon. I wish I to worship your scones <33
[Afternoon tea will /never/ be the same OTL]
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