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Water Snake, H/R, NC-15
Harry/Ron, Water Snake, NC-17, 550 words, for auntee_mame
From :coffee_n_cocoa
For :auntee_mame
Pairing : Harry/Ron (natch!)
Prompt: Garden hose
It looks like there is going to be another wedding party in the garden.
There are too many of those Gingers, and us doesn’t know who is getting wed, but the tables and chairs are out, again, and the Folk are being tossed.
The first us knew of it was when Gnelly knocked on us’s door and squealed, ‘They’re tossing, they’re tossing!’
Us followed her as soon as poss, but us had to finish tossing Gnorman off, first.
Gnorman spread seed impressively over us’s fist and tucked his cock back in his trousers and buttoned up and grabbed us’s hand and led us up the lane.
Sure enough, Blackhead and his Ginger were stripped to the waist and tossing Folk over the hedge.
Gnelly flew over our heads and landed in the field behind us; she stood and wandered dizzily off, towards the far side of the hedge, her clothes in a mess, her hand between her legs and her eyes out of focus.
Gnorman and us hid and watched.
Yes, it felt good to have the Ginger’s long fingers wrapped round a leg, and us can sometimes rub up against his fingertips, but us and Gnorman wanted to see the show.
Blackhead and his Ginger never concentrate for long, and, sure enough, Blackhead has gone over to the wall of the house and uncoiled the Water Snake.
Gnorman nudges us and us grins back; they do like getting wet.
The tall Ginger is spinning on the spot, sweaty hair flying round his head, his hands wrapped round Gnancy’s thigh, not realising that his thumb is pressed between her legs, not noticing the grin on her face or her perky gnipples.
Just as Gnancy flies out of his hands, and his body is twisted and his back is arched, Blackhead turns the Water Snake on him and the water soaks him, head to foot.
Us and Gnorman peer at the Ginger’s trousers; they are wet and clinging to his body, but there is no bulge visible, yet.
He looks over at Blackhead and roars and stalks towards him, like the bravest of the Folk, stalking the most dangerous rat you can imagine.
Blackhead keeps the water on him, and he walks straight into it, his eyes narrowed and his long fingers flexing, and us remembers those fingers and squirms and Gnorman’s hand slips down the back of us’s trousers.
Us grunts and unbuttons, to give Gnorman’s clever fingers more room, and they slide between us’s cheeks as the Ginger tackles Blackhead to the floor.
The Water Snake is trapped between them and spraying them both as the Ginger pins Blackhead to the ground and runs his hand down the sweaty chest and into his trousers, pushing them down his thighs and stroking the cock that arches up at him.
Us sighs at the sight of it; it is not as beautiful as the Ginger’s cock, but the Ginger’s fingers are wrapped around it and stroking it, and Gnorman’s finger slides inside us and matches the Ginger, stroke for stroke, and Blackhead cries out and sprays Ginger’s wet and sweaty chest with his seed and the Water Snake washes seed and sweat away, in a torrent, towards where Gnorman and us are crouched, and we smell it and us spills seed inside us’s trousers.
Harry/Ron, Water Snake, NC-17, 550 words, for auntee_mame
From :
coffee_n_cocoaFor :
auntee_mamePairing : Harry/Ron (natch!)
Prompt: Garden hose
It looks like there is going to be another wedding party in the garden.
There are too many of those Gingers, and us doesn’t know who is getting wed, but the tables and chairs are out, again, and the Folk are being tossed.
The first us knew of it was when Gnelly knocked on us’s door and squealed, ‘They’re tossing, they’re tossing!’
Us followed her as soon as poss, but us had to finish tossing Gnorman off, first.
Gnorman spread seed impressively over us’s fist and tucked his cock back in his trousers and buttoned up and grabbed us’s hand and led us up the lane.
Sure enough, Blackhead and his Ginger were stripped to the waist and tossing Folk over the hedge.
Gnelly flew over our heads and landed in the field behind us; she stood and wandered dizzily off, towards the far side of the hedge, her clothes in a mess, her hand between her legs and her eyes out of focus.
Gnorman and us hid and watched.
Yes, it felt good to have the Ginger’s long fingers wrapped round a leg, and us can sometimes rub up against his fingertips, but us and Gnorman wanted to see the show.
Blackhead and his Ginger never concentrate for long, and, sure enough, Blackhead has gone over to the wall of the house and uncoiled the Water Snake.
Gnorman nudges us and us grins back; they do like getting wet.
The tall Ginger is spinning on the spot, sweaty hair flying round his head, his hands wrapped round Gnancy’s thigh, not realising that his thumb is pressed between her legs, not noticing the grin on her face or her perky gnipples.
Just as Gnancy flies out of his hands, and his body is twisted and his back is arched, Blackhead turns the Water Snake on him and the water soaks him, head to foot.
Us and Gnorman peer at the Ginger’s trousers; they are wet and clinging to his body, but there is no bulge visible, yet.
He looks over at Blackhead and roars and stalks towards him, like the bravest of the Folk, stalking the most dangerous rat you can imagine.
Blackhead keeps the water on him, and he walks straight into it, his eyes narrowed and his long fingers flexing, and us remembers those fingers and squirms and Gnorman’s hand slips down the back of us’s trousers.
Us grunts and unbuttons, to give Gnorman’s clever fingers more room, and they slide between us’s cheeks as the Ginger tackles Blackhead to the floor.
The Water Snake is trapped between them and spraying them both as the Ginger pins Blackhead to the ground and runs his hand down the sweaty chest and into his trousers, pushing them down his thighs and stroking the cock that arches up at him.
Us sighs at the sight of it; it is not as beautiful as the Ginger’s cock, but the Ginger’s fingers are wrapped around it and stroking it, and Gnorman’s finger slides inside us and matches the Ginger, stroke for stroke, and Blackhead cries out and sprays Ginger’s wet and sweaty chest with his seed and the Water Snake washes seed and sweat away, in a torrent, towards where Gnorman and us are crouched, and we smell it and us spills seed inside us’s trousers.