Rivalry Part 3
anonymous
March 19 2009, 19:37:54 UTC
New York groped Massachusetts through her shirt, playing with her breasts and making her speed up on top of America. The blonde reached to grab the brunette’s hips; to guide her. When he was so close to release, he heard New York growl, “Switch.”
Massachusetts groaned and got off him before laying herself down on the bed. America blinked in confusion until New York was hovering over him and pressing his lips against his own. America wrapped his arms around the other male and drove his tongue inside his mouth. “You two sure know how to tease a guy,” he said and New York chuckled.
“The teasin’ll stop if you bend over,” New York said huskily.
America decided he liked it when his states talked dirty to him. Massachusetts was spreading her legs, welcoming him as he turned around. “You can fuck me as he fucks you,” she smirked. “An American sandwich~”
The blonde was not about to object as he felt New York pressing his cock inside him. “Oh…fuck,” America moaned. He then thrust inside Massachusetts and the three began a rhythm. The faster New York went, the harder America thrust. Just as they were in the throes of ecstasy, Massachusetts reached for the TV remote and switched it to NESN.
“And Big Papi has done it again! Grand slam for the Red Sox in the 8th inning, putting the Sox on board with 4-2!”
“WHAT?!” New York slammed into America ruthlessly as he looked at the television screen. America cried out in pain, but was ignored. “Who the fuck’s pitching?!”
“Ha ha!” Massachusetts laughed from under America. “Ortiz just OWNED you. Hit it right over the Green Monster too!”
“Shut up, you bitch!”
“Make me, ya damn Yankee!”
“Um…hello?” America said angrily from in between them. “Yeah, um, I’m still here.”
Both states looked at him. “Oh, sorry,” New York mumbled, resuming his thrusts. His eyes stayed on the television. America continued moving inside Massachusetts, who was ignoring him completely in favor of looking at the screen.
“Top of the 9th inning now, with Derek Jeter up to bat. Two balls and a strike so far and-He’s hit it! It’s gonna land in center for a single, which brings in the runner from third, making the score 4-3 Sox!”
“Yes!” New York sped up and America couldn’t stop wincing as the other male pounded into him.
Massachusetts snorted and rolled her eyes. “Lucky hit,” she grumbled.
“You won’t be saying that when we win,” New York sneered, biting America’s shoulder.
“Oww!” America cried.
“Yeah? You ain’t gonna win,” Massachusetts retorted, raking her nails down America’s arms, drawing blood.
“Heeeey!” he hissed. “I’m not your object to vent on!” He started thrusting faster into Massachusetts before she could scratch him again.
“And it’s strike three! Red Sox win the first game against the Yankees here at Fenway Park. Join us after the game for Extra Innings.”
“Yeah! I knew it!” Massachusetts laughed. She then started to moan as America moved faster. “Oh…yeah…right there!” She came shortly after, very pleased and smirking. America released when New York, in his rage, hit his sweet spot violently. All three fell onto the bed. America was not happy.
“You two are the worst people I’ve ever slept with,” he snarled.
No one spoke the rest of the night as the streets below were crowded with Boston residents celebrating like the crazy fans they were.
Anon is sorry it's not the best, but hopes OP likes it anyway ^^
Re: Rivalry Part 3
anonymous
May 19 2010, 09:17:37 UTC
This anon is just about dead with laughter! ^o-
“You two are the worst people I’ve ever slept with,” he snarled.
Epic win! New York being all over America was extremely sexy in particular, but the whole thing switched alternately from hot to halarious and back again at warp speed! Love it!
Massachusetts groaned and got off him before laying herself down on the bed. America blinked in confusion until New York was hovering over him and pressing his lips against his own. America wrapped his arms around the other male and drove his tongue inside his mouth. “You two sure know how to tease a guy,” he said and New York chuckled.
“The teasin’ll stop if you bend over,” New York said huskily.
America decided he liked it when his states talked dirty to him. Massachusetts was spreading her legs, welcoming him as he turned around. “You can fuck me as he fucks you,” she smirked. “An American sandwich~”
The blonde was not about to object as he felt New York pressing his cock inside him. “Oh…fuck,” America moaned. He then thrust inside Massachusetts and the three began a rhythm. The faster New York went, the harder America thrust. Just as they were in the throes of ecstasy, Massachusetts reached for the TV remote and switched it to NESN.
“And Big Papi has done it again! Grand slam for the Red Sox in the 8th inning, putting the Sox on board with 4-2!”
“WHAT?!” New York slammed into America ruthlessly as he looked at the television screen. America cried out in pain, but was ignored. “Who the fuck’s pitching?!”
“Ha ha!” Massachusetts laughed from under America. “Ortiz just OWNED you. Hit it right over the Green Monster too!”
“Shut up, you bitch!”
“Make me, ya damn Yankee!”
“Um…hello?” America said angrily from in between them. “Yeah, um, I’m still here.”
Both states looked at him. “Oh, sorry,” New York mumbled, resuming his thrusts. His eyes stayed on the television. America continued moving inside Massachusetts, who was ignoring him completely in favor of looking at the screen.
“Top of the 9th inning now, with Derek Jeter up to bat. Two balls and a strike so far and-He’s hit it! It’s gonna land in center for a single, which brings in the runner from third, making the score 4-3 Sox!”
“Yes!” New York sped up and America couldn’t stop wincing as the other male pounded into him.
Massachusetts snorted and rolled her eyes. “Lucky hit,” she grumbled.
“You won’t be saying that when we win,” New York sneered, biting America’s shoulder.
“Oww!” America cried.
“Yeah? You ain’t gonna win,” Massachusetts retorted, raking her nails down America’s arms, drawing blood.
“Heeeey!” he hissed. “I’m not your object to vent on!” He started thrusting faster into Massachusetts before she could scratch him again.
“And it’s strike three! Red Sox win the first game against the Yankees here at Fenway Park. Join us after the game for Extra Innings.”
“Yeah! I knew it!” Massachusetts laughed. She then started to moan as America moved faster. “Oh…yeah…right there!” She came shortly after, very pleased and smirking. America released when New York, in his rage, hit his sweet spot violently. All three fell onto the bed. America was not happy.
“You two are the worst people I’ve ever slept with,” he snarled.
No one spoke the rest of the night as the streets below were crowded with Boston residents celebrating like the crazy fans they were.
Anon is sorry it's not the best, but hopes OP likes it anyway ^^
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“You two are the worst people I’ve ever slept with,” he snarled."
I'm dying of laughter.
ALSO - American Sandwich = TOO HOT FOR WORDS. (Hero Sandwich anyone? Herowich?)
.........God Bless the USA, AMIRIGHT?
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NY and MA are too much fun to write XD
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I'm terribly jealous.
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I'd be jealous too, but I'm too busy grinning like a doof. Talk about a 'HIGH FIVE, BRO!' moment, eh?
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e-even if she had to bottom...damn...
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“You two are the worst people I’ve ever slept with,” he snarled.
Epic win! New York being all over America was extremely sexy in particular, but the whole thing switched alternately from hot to halarious and back again at warp speed! Love it!
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