Re: girl!Misha/Dean-or-Sam(-or-both) - warning, some Wincest - 2/2tiptoe39April 25 2011, 01:00:19 UTC
"You're wearing too much," she moans as they lay her down, and Sam obliges by lifting his arms as he shimmies down her waist to bury his head between her legs. She gasps, grabs the sheets, and looks insistenly at Dean. "Jen-sen!" she orders, and Dean grumbles as he leans forward to pull the shirt off Sam's shoulders. Undressing his brother was not part of the plan, thankyouverymuch.
Jesus, Sam is more ripped every time Dean sees him, though. Gotta appreciate that.
Then Misha grabs him, pulls him down into a kiss, and his world is all moist lips and taunting tongue. He slides his hands under her breasts, pressing them up and together, and she spits out a hurried "Fuck" when his thumbs brush past her nipples. He lowers his mouth, suckles as one, and she screams, bucks her hips up into Sam's mouth, ardent and wet and measured on her clit.
"Nice," Dean murmurs, smiling, into the crevice between her breasts.
"Oh fuck you two yeah yeah yeah." Her moans are musical, a plaintive upward tone, and Dean has to take a minute to appreciate how skilled Sam is with his mouth. He's playing her like a violin, and she's arching up, breasts heaving, grabbing Dean because he's closer and pushing his mouth to her breasts, her neck, her mouth. He's grunting, low noises into her skin, and finally as she breaks away she whispers heatedly, "Let me suck your dick."
Dean's eyes widen, and then he grins. "Oh, hell yeah."
He kneels above her, watches eagerly as she swallows the head of his cock, tongue licking down the length of it as her lips tighten into a circle around the ridge. He unghs, head thrown back, and his knees tremble as all of a sudden she's swallowing around him, sucking him in, her tongue desperate around him. It takes him a minute to realize she's about to come, and when she does she screams around his dick and thrusts her hips so far up that Dean's nearly thrown forward onto all fours. He can hear the wet smacking noise of Sam kissing her through her climax and down, and is sounds impossibly sexy. He wants hot kisses landing on him, too. He wants to feel that spasming around his cock.
She lets go of him, lies back, gasping, her eyes wide open and her fingers clawing the sheets. "Oh, God, oh God!" she gasps. Dean eases off her, strokes her hair, and she reaches out one trembling hand to circle his cock. "A minute, give me a minute," she begs, and Sam comes up to lie on the other side of her. His fingers come to run through her hair too, and when they meet Dean's, they linger there a moment.
"Mmm," she groans, "You should show me something while I recover."
Dean grits his teeth. This is the moment he's been dreading. "Look, uh, Misha," he starts.
And then his shoulders are being yanked forward, and Sam's leaning forward and locking lips with him, kissing him hard. Dean starts to struggle, but then Sam lets go and whispers in his ear, "Let's hope that's all she needs." Phew. At least Sam's trying at normality.
Misha applauds. "Nice," she says, "can I take a picture?"
In unison: "No!"
She shrugs and laughs. "Yeah, well, can't blame a girl for trying, right?" A wink. "So, who's gonna fuck me?"
Dean looks at her hungrily; he looks at Sam, whose eyes are equally ravenous; and he falters. "I, uh--" All he can think about is that warm cunt closing around him. Jesus, he wants it so fucking bad. But Sam's been going down on her, he ought to have a reward...
"How about both at once?" she says brightly, and they share another glance. This one petrified.
"Come on, don't tell me you're not up for it. It'll be nice and tight!" She gets up on all fours, wiggles her butt around. "Or you could do one in each hole. But I'd love to feel your hot cocks in me at once, pushing up against me, stretching me and tearing me open..." She bounces slightly on all fours, as though imagining the pressure. "Ooh!" Her breasts bounce.
This time they don't bother sharing a glance. They both reach for her. And when they slide in, next to each other, it's so hot that they barely notice when Misha guides their mouths together for another kiss.
Jesus, Sam is more ripped every time Dean sees him, though. Gotta appreciate that.
Then Misha grabs him, pulls him down into a kiss, and his world is all moist lips and taunting tongue. He slides his hands under her breasts, pressing them up and together, and she spits out a hurried "Fuck" when his thumbs brush past her nipples. He lowers his mouth, suckles as one, and she screams, bucks her hips up into Sam's mouth, ardent and wet and measured on her clit.
"Nice," Dean murmurs, smiling, into the crevice between her breasts.
"Oh fuck you two yeah yeah yeah." Her moans are musical, a plaintive upward tone, and Dean has to take a minute to appreciate how skilled Sam is with his mouth. He's playing her like a violin, and she's arching up, breasts heaving, grabbing Dean because he's closer and pushing his mouth to her breasts, her neck, her mouth. He's grunting, low noises into her skin, and finally as she breaks away she whispers heatedly, "Let me suck your dick."
Dean's eyes widen, and then he grins. "Oh, hell yeah."
He kneels above her, watches eagerly as she swallows the head of his cock, tongue licking down the length of it as her lips tighten into a circle around the ridge. He unghs, head thrown back, and his knees tremble as all of a sudden she's swallowing around him, sucking him in, her tongue desperate around him. It takes him a minute to realize she's about to come, and when she does she screams around his dick and thrusts her hips so far up that Dean's nearly thrown forward onto all fours. He can hear the wet smacking noise of Sam kissing her through her climax and down, and is sounds impossibly sexy. He wants hot kisses landing on him, too. He wants to feel that spasming around his cock.
She lets go of him, lies back, gasping, her eyes wide open and her fingers clawing the sheets. "Oh, God, oh God!" she gasps. Dean eases off her, strokes her hair, and she reaches out one trembling hand to circle his cock. "A minute, give me a minute," she begs, and Sam comes up to lie on the other side of her. His fingers come to run through her hair too, and when they meet Dean's, they linger there a moment.
"Mmm," she groans, "You should show me something while I recover."
Dean grits his teeth. This is the moment he's been dreading. "Look, uh, Misha," he starts.
And then his shoulders are being yanked forward, and Sam's leaning forward and locking lips with him, kissing him hard. Dean starts to struggle, but then Sam lets go and whispers in his ear, "Let's hope that's all she needs." Phew. At least Sam's trying at normality.
Misha applauds. "Nice," she says, "can I take a picture?"
In unison: "No!"
She shrugs and laughs. "Yeah, well, can't blame a girl for trying, right?" A wink. "So, who's gonna fuck me?"
Dean looks at her hungrily; he looks at Sam, whose eyes are equally ravenous; and he falters. "I, uh--" All he can think about is that warm cunt closing around him. Jesus, he wants it so fucking bad. But Sam's been going down on her, he ought to have a reward...
"How about both at once?" she says brightly, and they share another glance. This one petrified.
"Come on, don't tell me you're not up for it. It'll be nice and tight!" She gets up on all fours, wiggles her butt around. "Or you could do one in each hole. But I'd love to feel your hot cocks in me at once, pushing up against me, stretching me and tearing me open..." She bounces slightly on all fours, as though imagining the pressure. "Ooh!" Her breasts bounce.
This time they don't bother sharing a glance. They both reach for her. And when they slide in, next to each other, it's so hot that they barely notice when Misha guides their mouths together for another kiss.
TROLOLOLOL.
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Thank you so much bb, I love it!!! OMG girl!Misha is made of so much win. XD XD XD
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Thank you honey!
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