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51stcenturyfox) wrote2009-05-16 07:54 am
51stcenturyfox) wrote2009-05-16 07:54 am
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*Comment Porn Battle Post* AMTDI/SUV Sex/Solo Sex
Hey, it's party time! Everybody's welcome to kick in some porn!
Yes, three themes this weekend: Aliens Made Them Do it, Sex in the Torchwood SUV and Solo Sexing!
You can combine or choose one.
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Example: Torchwood Jack/Tosh
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Torchwood, Gwen/Ianto, Tosh/Owen -- SUV Sex Part 2A
“Oh, really? Well, then, how about I turn around and go back for them, Madame Leader? That what you want?”
“Would the two of you please stop bickering?” Tosh murmured softly from the back, not even looking up.
Ianto cleared his throat. “We’ll hit the road in about three kilometers –” He cut off sharply as Owen hit a particularly deep pothole, Ianto’s head slamming into the ceiling of the SUV as his hand came up to brace himself and accidentally nudged a little gray box instead. It activated immediately, two lights blinking on and emitting a golden mist.
“Uh…anyone know what this is?” Gwen asked, alarmed.
“Blinking Gray Box,” Owen answered promptly, then sneezed. “Oh, fuck.” He slammed on the breaks and cut the engine as everyone bounced in their seats.
Gwen took in a breath to yell at him for the abrupt halt, but changed her mind as she breathed in the mist. It suddenly seemed perfectly normal for Owen to be pulling his t-shirt over his head. In the backseat, Tosh kicked off her shoes and grinned at Ianto as he shrugged out of his jacket and loosened his tie.
Gwen unbuckled her seat belt and climbed awkwardly into the back. Tosh took her hand and kissed it, helping her over.
“Hey!” Owen squawked from the front, fumbling with his belts and tugging down his jeans. “Where are you going?”
“I’m horny and don’t want to fuck you,” Gwen answered calmly, settling in between Tosh and Ianto. Tosh giggled and Ianto smiled at her, taking her face between his hands and kissing her. She was starting to black out from lack of oxygen when he finally let up.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, you can’t leave me up here with this alone!” Owen gestured down angrily at his erect cock, jutting up awfully close to the steering wheel.
“Take care of it yourself; you’ve been all Mr. I-Can-Do-Everything-By-Myself lately,” Gwen answered absently, unbuttoning Tosh’s shirt as Ianto slid her own jeans and underwear off her hips and down her legs.
“So what, Ianto gets you both? It’s been awhile since he’s fucked a woman; he might not know what he’s doing.”
Ianto raised an eyebrow at him, then threw Gwen’s jeans and underwear in his face. Gwen gasped and dropped Tosh’s shirt as Ianto ran a hand across her thigh, fingers tickling close. Tosh watched avidly as those delicate fingers disappeared from sight and Gwen’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Ianto leaned into Gwen, reaching over her body to caress Tosh’s neck and kiss her very gently on the lips.
Tosh sighed as he broke the kiss. “You understand, don’t you?” she asked him, and he nodded. “All right, Owen,” she said, squeezing around Gwen and Ianto, “I’ll fuck you, but only if you promise to be nicer to everyone.”
Owen tore his eyes from Gwen, Ianto pushing up her shirt as her fingers fumbled with his belt buckle, and focused on Tosh, determined and aroused and offering. “It’s a deal,” he agreed, and rose up in the driver’s seat, tripped, and pulled her down with him into the passenger seat. “Sorry about that,” he muttered, and finally kissed her.
In the backseat, Gwen succeeded in getting Ianto pantless and shirtless, and she gawked up at him. He was so much more beautiful naked than she was expecting. Was this how Jack got to see him, desire obviously thrumming through his body? She moaned low in her throat and reached up to pull him closer to her. His hand was a steady pressure in the small of her back, holding them together and the backseat filled with the musky scent of sex as he slid smoothly into her. Gwen’s back arched completely off the backseat, Ianto’s hand helping her engulf him even more completely. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he began to rock into her. Her gasps grew louder and louder with each thrust and her nails dug into his back, drawing blood. Ianto swore harshly at the pain, and bit down on her neck. She came with a scream, wave after wave shuddering through her. Ianto thrust into her, two, three more times, and then came with a hoarse shout, collapsing onto his elbows to spare her his weight.
Torchwood, Gwen/Ianto, Tosh/Owen -- SUV Sex Part 2B
Owen smirked back at her. “Yes, ma’am.” But his hands were gentle as he pulled her back into his lap and she straddled his hips, his expression strangely solemn as she guided his cock inside her, his lips exceedingly tender as she kissed him and they began to grind together.
Gwen glanced at them from the backseat. It reminded her of none of her times with Owen, and she turned her attention back to Ianto. He was still inside her, and she was still sopping wet. “Ianto?” She ran a hand up his arm. “Could we…? Please?”
His blue eyes crinkled into a smile, and he kissed her in answer. His lips trailed down her neck as he pulled out of her, but before she had time to protest the loss, she could feel his fingers moving inside. She let out a low moan that suddenly became high-pitched as he took her left nipple into his mouth. His teeth scraped delicately along the tender nerve endings and Gwen heels dug hard into the back seat. Ianto’s fingers slick and assured, stimulating her clit while at the same time he tongued her nipple, brought her off into a second orgasm faster than she thought humanly possible. She whited out for a moment that lasted what seemed like hours, and focused back on Ianto. He had moved on to her right nipple, his fingers still twisting inside of her. She had never been so wet in her life. It must be the alien mist, she thought dazedly, because damn if I’m not going to come again.
Ianto’s tongue swirled around the nipple, his teeth just barely grazing. Gwen’s breath came in short, desperate pants, and she reached up over her head to hang onto the door handle as Ianto gave a particularly sharp bite to her nipple and his fingers spread inside her. She came with a shriek, and she could just dimly make out Ianto rocking back onto his heels with a satisfied expression on his face. She could hear Tosh moaning out Owen’s name from the front seat as she came and Owen’s answering mewling gasps. He was close.
Gwen focused on Ianto, his back against the door across from her. He was half hard again, but didn’t seem worried about it as he watched Tosh and Owen. Gwen pushed herself up onto her elbows and slid onto the floor of the SUV. Her fingers crawled up Ianto’s ankles, his calves, his thighs and he was all focused on her now. She stroked his cock a few times, making him harder, before she delicately drew him into her mouth. She knew her mouth wasn’t as big as Jack’s, and she might not (all right didn’t) have as much experience, but she sucked with gusto and he threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. Her fingers tickled his balls and her teeth nipped lightly. She drew back slightly and swirled her tongue around the head, before swallowing him down. She was vaguely aware of Owen coming in the front seat as Ianto came in her mouth. It dribbled down her chin and she grabbed the nearest article of clothing (Owen’s t-shirt) and wiped it off her. She was starting to get very sleepy. Tosh and Owen were already asleep in the front seat as Ianto pulled her up to stretch out in the back seat on top of him.
“I have the oddest feeling we won’t remember this,” he murmured into her hair, “but for what it’s worth, I had a really good time. Excellent team building experience.”
She smiled as she fell asleep.
Re: Torchwood, Gwen/Ianto, Tosh/Owen -- SUV Sex Part 2B
“Take care of it yourself; you’ve been all Mr. I-Can-Do-Everything-By-Myself lately,” Gwen answered absently.
And I like it when real dynamics enter into things, even though they can't help themselves, the team still make a few decisions about who they can't help themselves with.
Re: Torchwood, Gwen/Ianto, Tosh/Owen -- SUV Sex Part 2B
Re: Torchwood, Gwen/Ianto, Tosh/Owen -- SUV Sex Part 2B
And the idea of Ianto with two girls, you know, I actually like that.
Re: Torchwood, Gwen/Ianto, Tosh/Owen -- SUV Sex Part 2B
Somehow, I am not at all surprised that you like the idea of Ianto w/ two girls. :D
Re: Torchwood, Gwen/Ianto, Tosh/Owen -- SUV Sex Part 2B
I love sexy stories that end with sardonic remarks. :)
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Re: Torchwood, Gwen/Ianto, Tosh/Owen -- SUV Sex Part 2B
Re: Torchwood, Gwen/Ianto, Tosh/Owen -- SUV Sex Part 2B
Re: Torchwood, Gwen/Ianto, Tosh/Owen -- SUV Sex Part 2B
Re: Torchwood, Gwen/Ianto, Tosh/Owen -- SUV Sex Part 2B
Re: Torchwood, Gwen/Ianto, Tosh/Owen -- SUV Sex Part 2B