Re: My Summer Girl (pt. 2)
anonymous
July 15 2009, 10:41:32 UTC
She reached her hand down, slowly, to her crotch. She shuddered more visibly the closer her fingertips crept between her legs. She pushed gently onto what he assumed was her 'special area' (it was hard to see with that flouncy dress on), as she instantly flung a hand up to her mouth to stifle a moan. France could only watch, hypnotized. Seychelles lifted up her skirt slowly, shaking, as France saw the most glorious thing he had ever witnessed while watching an African girl in her bedroom. (Or boy, for that matter.)
Tucked into her white thigh-high sock was a small pink remote. The cord spiraling out of it was taped closely with black shiny tape to her inner thigh, as it led....straight into her ruffled lilac panties.
There appeared to be a dark wet mark along the bottom of her underwear around her crotch. She gently flicked a switch on the remote and undid the tape. She flinched as the glue stuck tightly to the soft brown flesh of her thigh. After all the tape was gone, she began to tug the panties down around her knees. France's breath hitched as she slowly pulled the pink egg-shape out of her, drips of cum sliding down the cord, her knees buckling slightly, the vibrator still shaking.
She tossed it aside after a few seconds of panting. Had she been wearing that all day?.....'Holy shit,' France thought, '....She had been wearing that the entire time we were out having lunch.'
Back in the bedroom, a few yards away from France and his state of temporary shock upon realizing this, Seychelles had sunk down against the door, sliding her back down, plunking her soft bottom along the hard wood floor. She leaned back, breathing heavily with her legs slightly spread. (It goes without saying that in between all of his epiphanies and shots of this event through the open window, France had become quite aroused himself.)
She slid her fingers down once again, uttering out a soft sighing call, a hushed but frenzied moan. 'F....Francis...ha....han....' He watched her pleasuring herself, her thin legs quivering with excitement.
That was it. France had to do something. He knew what must be done! Crash, bang! He would come in through the window, dashingly taking her away to a land of pure bliss she had never known before he entered her life! He would take her small frame and show her just how amazing her onii-chan could be! She'd be so amazed at his display of overwhelming courage in the face of sexiness; she would never be able to turn him down this time! He was so wrapped up in his own overbearingly egotistical nonsense, he hadn't even realized what he was doing until....
'H...H....HIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA'
He opened his eyes, and looked down. This was a change of setting all right. Somehow in his moments of unrelenting passion to satisfy a beautiful woman in need, he actually HAD crawled in through the window and was standing in the center of the room proclaiming his intentions by means of being absolutely naked and making unidentifiable yelling noises with his arms spread wide in triumph.
Seychelles sat on the floor, her arms up as if to shield herself from an attack, trembling like a small animal, her expression a mixture of shock, embarrassment, and the slightest tinge of overwhelming excitement. France couldn't tell yet if this was the desired outcome, but he decided to just go with it for now.
'Ah....well....hello, my darling.....how funny I should find you here!'
Re: My Summer Girl (pt. 3)
anonymous
July 15 2009, 10:42:47 UTC
Now Seychelles appeared to be a bit upset. 'This is my ROOM, of COURSE you'll find ME here- bu-but what are YOU doing here?!' She stared up at him with deep red cheeks, beads of sweat staining her brow. France's mind raced for a moment to think up a reason WHY exactly he decided to watch her masturbating over him after what he thought was a sour note to end a date on, but then realized there really wasn't any reason other than that, so he just told her so.
'I...I....I think I understand....' 'Yes, well, I'm glad we're all on the same page. Now, whose name were you calling out oh-so-sweetly a few seconds ago, hmm?,' he said, beaming down at her with a wink and the most charismatic grin he could muster. She instantly pressed her lips together, squinting her eyes shut nervously. 'Oh god, oh god...' She winced as she attempted to retract back into herself, trying to escape the situation she had just gotten herself into.
France laughed uproariously. 'Non non, do not be so afraid! France is here to assist you. France no doubt enjoyed seeing his maiden so sweetly paying homage to his glory like that....is it the hair? I'm sure it must be the beard, too...And my fabulous coat, so sexy...' He turned his face at her, attempting to get her to admit his handsomeness by letting her see another angle of his face. Seychelles just blankly stared back at him, her eyes slowly glazing over.
'Onii....Onii-chan.....' She leaped onto him suddenly, knocking him onto the floor. She laid on top of him, her skirt up around her waist, panties around her ankles, socks still taut around her thighs as she began nipping at his neck, hurriedly whispering to him in her native tongue, only bits of which France could understand. Her arms wrapped tightly around the back of his neck. For a few moments, Francis laid there being pampered by her soft lips, when he remembered what he came to do. After that horrifically impulsive entrance, he might as well devote then next little while making it up to her....
He cleared his throat, then sat up. 'Sey-chan, why don't we, uh...take this to your bed? I am a fan of romance, you know. Wood floors are not usually very roman- haaaaaaaa~' He was cut short by Seychelles lifting him up and gently pushing him back onto the bed, where she resumed her fawning over his neck. Just to lighten the mood, he reached up and untied the strap around her neck holding her dress up. She paused and looked down at him. He reached up again, and tugged down the ribbon holding one of her ponytails. Her thick black hair cascaded down her shoulder and hung to the side of her face, shading her eyes. Before he could, she undid the next one herself. She took the ribbons and reached behind France's head. She did his hair up in a makeshift ponytail. She grazed a hand over his soft, prickly cheek, and began to undo his shirt, exposing the thin wifebeater tanktop he was wearing underneath.
He quickly began taking off her dress. He lifted the skirt up and pulled it over her head, her hair messing up as her breasts bounced out of her clothing. They were so perfect- small, but not too small, an even shade of a burnt tan, with perfectly round, tiny pink nipples. France couldn't resist. He tugged her down, letting her breast fill his mouth. Seychelles let out a gasp as she let herself be pulled to his face. He turned onto his side so they were both next to each other, and continued. Her skin was so sweet and warm. Even just being this close to her felt like being in the warm summer sun, on the luscious sands of her home. She smelled like coconuts and the sea. Everything about her was comforting and perfect.
After a while, he paused, and got on top of her. She winced as he tightened his lips around her now wet nipple before letting go with one last tiny suck. He smoothed his hands over her stomach and her hips. She was so small... Seychelles reached her arms around his neck and looked into his eyes. 'Francis......I....' He gently hushed her by laying on top of her and pressing a soft, rose scented finger against her lips. 'Shh. You've been waiting for this for a while haven't you?' She panted, nodding feverishly after a few seconds. 'Good. That will just make this all the more sweet.'
Re: My Summer Girl (pt. 4)
anonymous
July 15 2009, 10:44:52 UTC
He began to drag himself down her body, letting his chest caress hers. He let his hands glide downwards, until he was hovering over her crotch. He bent down and gently nuzzled the inside of her thigh. His warm hands passed over the soft material of her stocking as he pet her, kissing and lapping at her soft skin. He felt her squirm under his tongue as if she wanted to escape. Silly girl. He gently nudged a fingertip near her clit, and began to work from there. She thrashed slightly under his hands, one massaging her thigh and ass, the other teasing and gliding over her wet lips. She had obviously been in a state of wanting all day. He could practically smell how horny she was- as if he had needed any other clues. He bent down and gave her clit a small kiss, and she yelped out loudly.
He lifted his head up and began crawling back up her body, gliding his rough cheek against her belly as he rose, pressing his face into her soft breasts as he pushed between them. By the time he was eye level with her, she had a condom package dangling from between her teeth, and those lusty, glazed-over eyes had returned. She looked like a goddess, her giant bubbly eyes now appearing catlike and wanting, her thick black hair spread out behind her like a veil against her toasted hazelnut skin.
He plucked the packet out of her mouth and kissed her gently. She breathed against his lips as he pulled himself up again. He still hadn't taken off his pants, but he was worried at this point that his erection had done most of the job for him. His zipper had already been forced down halfway when he took them off, then his briefs. Seychelles let out a giggle as she saw him naked. France paused. 'Should I take offense to that?' 'No, not at all.' 'Okay then, just checking.'
He tore open the package and slipped on the condom. It appeared to be extra lubricated. And warming. This girl did not mess around.
He breathed heavily as he waited above her. She stared at him, her eyebrows arched expectantly, her chest heaving. 'P-please...Francis....'
He moaned softly, squeezing his eyes shut as he began to push inside of her.
If the outside of her appeared small, the inside felt even smaller. No wonder the condom was extra lubricated. He took his time slowly pushing inside of her as she began a gentle moan that slowly escalated in volume the more he entered. Finally, he was in. Without a second thought, Seychelles whipped her arms out and pulled him down on top of her. He began pumping himself against her, breathing against her neck. She grabbed him by the hair and immediately pushed her tongue against his lips. They began kissing deeply, hungrily as they eventually synced together. Eventually, Seychelles reached a leg up around France's waist and forced herself against him even tighter. He pushed himself up, and came back down with a force that made her shriek with pleasure. She was still so innocent. Her movements and sounds were all so timid, so trusting. She could barely keep her eyes open as he watched her body bounce and grind along with him.
Re: My Summer Girl (pt. 5)
anonymous
July 15 2009, 10:45:49 UTC
France lowered himself to her ear and gently murmured to her as he continued thrusting. 'My beautiful girl...I promise never to hurt you...are you okay? Is everything alright?' She nodded quickly, squeezing her eyes shut. He pressed his lips against her cheek as he continued. 'My darling...you know that I love you more than anything in this whole world.' His own words slammed against him as he felt the impact of what he had just told her. He had never told anybody this before. He'd always been a lover, but never for too long. He knew that what he had with the darling island girl in this moment was too precious to ever stray from. Seychelles shuddered loudly, her body quivering under him as she latched to him entirely. Her arms wrapped around him, fingernails digging into his back, as her thighs clung to his waist for dear life.
'Francis...I've waited for so long....I...you......more.....'
France held her tightly against his chest and started to move faster. She moaned out as she felt the impact of his speed filling her warm pussy. She began to push herself against him in time with his, always pushing down when he pushed in. She squeezed every muscle in her body, clenching tightly as sweat dripped down every inch of her. She felt it starting low in his chest, a deep groan coming from France as she felt him shove inside of her one last time. He swung his head down and bit her on the neck. She screamed as her pussy clenched around his swollen cock.....and they both released together.
Neither one of them could move. They were practically glued together in the heat. France panted heavily as he looked down on the girl beneath him. He cradled her protectively in his arms as he nudged her wet cheek with his nose. She had been crying. It took him a few seconds to notice that he had been too.
He nestled against her, watching her shudder and gasp still. He gently pulled out as she flinched, and discarded the condom (or rather threw it off to the side). They both stared into each other for a while, looking at each other breathing and sniffing gently. Seychelles wiggled over and crammed her body against his chest. France chuckled as he swung her around and plopped her on top of his body. She looked up, surprised, opening her mouth to say something- then stopped, instead resting her cheek against his toned body. She gently fell asleep on top of him, like laying on a rock in the sun. As Francis rested his nose on the top of her soft hair, breathing in the now familiar scent of sand and the ocean, he fell asleep too.
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Seychelles awoke the next morning to a blanket covering her still naked body. She turned over to see not Francis, but a rose with a note card tied to its thornless stem:
oh also plot holes
anonymous
July 15 2009, 10:55:08 UTC
I forgot the part where France puts most of his clothes back on while he's explaining himself to Seychelles. Do not think too hard about how he was naked then able to undress himself further. I am retarded.
Re: oh also plot holes
anonymous
July 15 2009, 21:19:32 UTC
oh, it's francis. He's prone to spontaneous clothes disappearance, so I suppose he's (less) prone to their spontaneous re-appearance as well... or something. XD
Re: oh also plot holes
anonymous
July 15 2009, 21:37:07 UTC
Yeah, I was kinda thinking of the chibi cat-eared rose-crotch-ed Francis while writing out the breaking and entering part anyways. So. It's like that. D:
Actually taking the extra time to write your sex fanfic correctly - 45 minutes. Using chibis to bypass logic- PRICELESS.
Tucked into her white thigh-high sock was a small pink remote. The cord spiraling out of it was taped closely with black shiny tape to her inner thigh, as it led....straight into her ruffled lilac panties.
There appeared to be a dark wet mark along the bottom of her underwear around her crotch. She gently flicked a switch on the remote and undid the tape. She flinched as the glue stuck tightly to the soft brown flesh of her thigh. After all the tape was gone, she began to tug the panties down around her knees. France's breath hitched as she slowly pulled the pink egg-shape out of her, drips of cum sliding down the cord, her knees buckling slightly, the vibrator still shaking.
She tossed it aside after a few seconds of panting. Had she been wearing that all day?.....'Holy shit,' France thought, '....She had been wearing that the entire time we were out having lunch.'
Back in the bedroom, a few yards away from France and his state of temporary shock upon realizing this, Seychelles had sunk down against the door, sliding her back down, plunking her soft bottom along the hard wood floor. She leaned back, breathing heavily with her legs slightly spread. (It goes without saying that in between all of his epiphanies and shots of this event through the open window, France had become quite aroused himself.)
She slid her fingers down once again, uttering out a soft sighing call, a hushed but frenzied moan. 'F....Francis...ha....han....' He watched her pleasuring herself, her thin legs quivering with excitement.
That was it. France had to do something. He knew what must be done! Crash, bang! He would come in through the window, dashingly taking her away to a land of pure bliss she had never known before he entered her life! He would take her small frame and show her just how amazing her onii-chan could be! She'd be so amazed at his display of overwhelming courage in the face of sexiness; she would never be able to turn him down this time! He was so wrapped up in his own overbearingly egotistical nonsense, he hadn't even realized what he was doing until....
'H...H....HIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA'
He opened his eyes, and looked down. This was a change of setting all right. Somehow in his moments of unrelenting passion to satisfy a beautiful woman in need, he actually HAD crawled in through the window and was standing in the center of the room proclaiming his intentions by means of being absolutely naked and making unidentifiable yelling noises with his arms spread wide in triumph.
Seychelles sat on the floor, her arms up as if to shield herself from an attack, trembling like a small animal, her expression a mixture of shock, embarrassment, and the slightest tinge of overwhelming excitement. France couldn't tell yet if this was the desired outcome, but he decided to just go with it for now.
'Ah....well....hello, my darling.....how funny I should find you here!'
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'I...I....I think I understand....'
'Yes, well, I'm glad we're all on the same page. Now, whose name were you calling out oh-so-sweetly a few seconds ago, hmm?,' he said, beaming down at her with a wink and the most charismatic grin he could muster.
She instantly pressed her lips together, squinting her eyes shut nervously. 'Oh god, oh god...' She winced as she attempted to retract back into herself, trying to escape the situation she had just gotten herself into.
France laughed uproariously. 'Non non, do not be so afraid! France is here to assist you. France no doubt enjoyed seeing his maiden so sweetly paying homage to his glory like that....is it the hair? I'm sure it must be the beard, too...And my fabulous coat, so sexy...' He turned his face at her, attempting to get her to admit his handsomeness by letting her see another angle of his face. Seychelles just blankly stared back at him, her eyes slowly glazing over.
'Onii....Onii-chan.....' She leaped onto him suddenly, knocking him onto the floor. She laid on top of him, her skirt up around her waist, panties around her ankles, socks still taut around her thighs as she began nipping at his neck, hurriedly whispering to him in her native tongue, only bits of which France could understand. Her arms wrapped tightly around the back of his neck. For a few moments, Francis laid there being pampered by her soft lips, when he remembered what he came to do. After that horrifically impulsive entrance, he might as well devote then next little while making it up to her....
He cleared his throat, then sat up. 'Sey-chan, why don't we, uh...take this to your bed? I am a fan of romance, you know. Wood floors are not usually very roman- haaaaaaaa~' He was cut short by Seychelles lifting him up and gently pushing him back onto the bed, where she resumed her fawning over his neck. Just to lighten the mood, he reached up and untied the strap around her neck holding her dress up. She paused and looked down at him. He reached up again, and tugged down the ribbon holding one of her ponytails. Her thick black hair cascaded down her shoulder and hung to the side of her face, shading her eyes. Before he could, she undid the next one herself. She took the ribbons and reached behind France's head. She did his hair up in a makeshift ponytail. She grazed a hand over his soft, prickly cheek, and began to undo his shirt, exposing the thin wifebeater tanktop he was wearing underneath.
He quickly began taking off her dress. He lifted the skirt up and pulled it over her head, her hair messing up as her breasts bounced out of her clothing. They were so perfect- small, but not too small, an even shade of a burnt tan, with perfectly round, tiny pink nipples. France couldn't resist. He tugged her down, letting her breast fill his mouth. Seychelles let out a gasp as she let herself be pulled to his face. He turned onto his side so they were both next to each other, and continued. Her skin was so sweet and warm. Even just being this close to her felt like being in the warm summer sun, on the luscious sands of her home. She smelled like coconuts and the sea. Everything about her was comforting and perfect.
After a while, he paused, and got on top of her. She winced as he tightened his lips around her now wet nipple before letting go with one last tiny suck. He smoothed his hands over her stomach and her hips. She was so small... Seychelles reached her arms around his neck and looked into his eyes. 'Francis......I....' He gently hushed her by laying on top of her and pressing a soft, rose scented finger against her lips. 'Shh. You've been waiting for this for a while haven't you?' She panted, nodding feverishly after a few seconds. 'Good. That will just make this all the more sweet.'
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He lifted his head up and began crawling back up her body, gliding his rough cheek against her belly as he rose, pressing his face into her soft breasts as he pushed between them. By the time he was eye level with her, she had a condom package dangling from between her teeth, and those lusty, glazed-over eyes had returned. She looked like a goddess, her giant bubbly eyes now appearing catlike and wanting, her thick black hair spread out behind her like a veil against her toasted hazelnut skin.
He plucked the packet out of her mouth and kissed her gently. She breathed against his lips as he pulled himself up again. He still hadn't taken off his pants, but he was worried at this point that his erection had done most of the job for him. His zipper had already been forced down halfway when he took them off, then his briefs. Seychelles let out a giggle as she saw him naked.
France paused.
'Should I take offense to that?'
'No, not at all.'
'Okay then, just checking.'
He tore open the package and slipped on the condom. It appeared to be extra lubricated. And warming. This girl did not mess around.
He breathed heavily as he waited above her. She stared at him, her eyebrows arched expectantly, her chest heaving. 'P-please...Francis....'
He moaned softly, squeezing his eyes shut as he began to push inside of her.
If the outside of her appeared small, the inside felt even smaller. No wonder the condom was extra lubricated. He took his time slowly pushing inside of her as she began a gentle moan that slowly escalated in volume the more he entered. Finally, he was in. Without a second thought, Seychelles whipped her arms out and pulled him down on top of her. He began pumping himself against her, breathing against her neck. She grabbed him by the hair and immediately pushed her tongue against his lips. They began kissing deeply, hungrily as they eventually synced together. Eventually, Seychelles reached a leg up around France's waist and forced herself against him even tighter. He pushed himself up, and came back down with a force that made her shriek with pleasure. She was still so innocent. Her movements and sounds were all so timid, so trusting. She could barely keep her eyes open as he watched her body bounce and grind along with him.
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'Francis...I've waited for so long....I...you......more.....'
France held her tightly against his chest and started to move faster. She moaned out as she felt the impact of his speed filling her warm pussy. She began to push herself against him in time with his, always pushing down when he pushed in. She squeezed every muscle in her body, clenching tightly as sweat dripped down every inch of her. She felt it starting low in his chest, a deep groan coming from France as she felt him shove inside of her one last time. He swung his head down and bit her on the neck. She screamed as her pussy clenched around his swollen cock.....and they both released together.
Neither one of them could move. They were practically glued together in the heat. France panted heavily as he looked down on the girl beneath him. He cradled her protectively in his arms as he nudged her wet cheek with his nose. She had been crying. It took him a few seconds to notice that he had been too.
He nestled against her, watching her shudder and gasp still. He gently pulled out as she flinched, and discarded the condom (or rather threw it off to the side). They both stared into each other for a while, looking at each other breathing and sniffing gently. Seychelles wiggled over and crammed her body against his chest. France chuckled as he swung her around and plopped her on top of his body. She looked up, surprised, opening her mouth to say something- then stopped, instead resting her cheek against his toned body. She gently fell asleep on top of him, like laying on a rock in the sun. As Francis rested his nose on the top of her soft hair, breathing in the now familiar scent of sand and the ocean, he fell asleep too.
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Seychelles awoke the next morning to a blanket covering her still naked body. She turned over to see not Francis, but a rose with a note card tied to its thornless stem:
'How about going out for dinner now?'
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Actually taking the extra time to write your sex fanfic correctly - 45 minutes.
Using chibis to bypass logic- PRICELESS.
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