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November 13th, 2007


[info]accio_arse02:21 am - BOOSHFIC: series 3 PWPs in progress
Title: 3 fics: 1. SUNCREAM (NC-17)
2. DANCE (G)
3. MESS ME UP FUNTIME (NC-17)
Author: accio_arse
Rating: G to NC-17
Pairings: Various, from series three episode one - Eels
DISCLAIMER: Not my characters, I’m just making them do dirty things.

Summary: Three short PWPs, slashing up the new series 3 characters. Also: warning. I wrote this at two in the morning.

ARE THESE REALLY THE FIRST BOOSH SERIES THREE FICS?






SUN CREAM

In his chair, Saboo took up position with the two balloons. Their pink mounds, one on either side, pushing tight up against his cock and balls, which had been greased up beforehand with Factor 12. As soon as the balloons touched him, they started to slip up and down, their taut mounds already shuddering and squeaking. Saboo thrust his hips up in the space between them, groaning, and pushing the balloons back and forward as he thrust.

Wheep!”

The slippery balloons had escaped into the air.

Saboo raised his shoulder and sighed, loudly. He waddled after the fugative balloons. His half-lowered trousers made walking incredibly difficult, and his erection, standing out prominently from his clothed body, wobbled with every step.

Saboo put the balloons back in position, wiping the excess sun cream off on the sides of his ritual shamanistic coat. He brought the two pink, fully inflated balloons between his hairy knees. Then he raised them, high enough to graze his naked cock again. His cock jumped once more at the contact.

“Ooh yes, Tony. How d’you like those twitchings?”

He imagined a lumpy head, one with strange tentacles, talking in an annoying voice – really quite annoyingly nasal - yet the more Saboo thought about it, how the head between his legs would wriggle and shout that it was an outrage, the harder Saboo gasped and the stronger he felt the pulsing through his cock.

He remembered the time on the beach, when he’d squirted his cream into that pink, welcoming cleft. Tony had taunted him - “Yes, Saboo…go on rub it in. Go on - don’t be ashamed of yourself. Just because you’ve become aroused….”

And he had been aroused.

“Cleft!” shouted Saboo, his feathered hat falling off as he approached climax. “YES! Cleft!” And with a shudder he spurted, his gloop shooting all over the shiny surface of the balloons.

He collapsed, letting both balloons fall from his grasp with a squeak. His fingertips were still shiny where the suncream lingered.

“Tony,” he whispered, simply, “…cleft.”



DANCE


EELS!

o o

#####
^^^^

OOH, LOVELY LADY. LADY GO DANCE NOW.

o o

#####
v

LADY GO KISS NOW.

o o
x
##### x x x
<> x

EELS!

^ ^
o o

#####
(< O)OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO >

EELS! NO! DO NOT WANT!





MESS ME UP FUN TIME

IN PROGRESS


The unlikely lady pursed her lips and leant in. An old-fashioned scent of gardenias filled the air. “I want you to mess me up… “ she said.

“I’m gonna mess you up,” Howard assured her. “Don’t you worry about that.”

“Turn me into a mess machine.”

“Will do... “ Howard twitched his eyebrows nervously. “But before you touch the merchandise - show me the money?”

The lady handed over a wodge of bills, held together by elastic.

“Fine.” Howard waved the roll in the air. “I’ve got the money.”

Eleanor waited, licking her lips at Howard.

Howard waved the money in the air some more. “Vince? Vince! VINCE!”

“Hush hush, little space man.” Taking a firm hold of Howard’s cowboy shirt, Eleanor pulled Howard closer in. “Come to momma.”

Eleanor was pushing hard against him – sharing body warmth, a flower-filled perfume, and an eager erection, which Howard felt shoving hard into his thigh. He whimpered. “Vince? Help! Help?”

“There’s part of me that’s wanting your love squeezin’” said Eleanor, hoisting up her dress at the front. “I just paid a thousand euros for you to lick them good.”

Howard saw the top of naked thighs, gleaming plump and white in the streetlight. Just a tease of skin, then the rest of the legs were hidden in a pair of sheer stockings, edged with lace and held up with suspenders. Between the naked thighs strained a red, shiny pouch, again trimmed with lace, and full of excited contents.

“Come on, Howard. You said you were dirty.”

Howard looked round desperately for Vince.

“You going to lick my balls or not?”

MORE TO COME… still writing it!

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