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Part 4
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Cherry Pie
By Cyrelia J
Part 4
His steady hand on her back, America held her fast and secure
and she
was nearly dizzy at his strength, tempered so carefully for her. She
couldn’t wait to get upstairs and feel him stop holding back.
“C-can we... can...” she tried to hard to get the words out between the flickering serpent’s tongue teasing her swollen labia. “Up... ups-s-nnngh!” Her hips moved as best as they could, straining closer to the heat of his tongue swirling greedily at her dripping entrance. A darker blush stained those sticky cunt lips as he sucked both his and her come from either side. Mouth fastened to that wet, quivering slit, his tongue pushed inside her, lapping a hungry circle at the viscous semen still painting her hot inner walls.
She almost thought he hadn’t heard her, opening her mouth to speak further between the moans and gasps, when she felt him move. Shit, is he really going to...? He didn’t bat an eye as he walked slowly, an impressive balance to keep her seated and keep his tongue moving. Her eyes were wide as they passed through the doorway and the rest of the house seemed to pass by.
“Ohgodohfuckohoh...” She twisted his hair between her fingers more painfully, stopping only when he pulled back and nipped the inside of her thigh. It was almost impossible to comply when his mouth returned at the base of the stairway, sucking on her engorged clit. She let go of his hair, her legs shaking, and as they hit the landing, threw her hand out at the wall for hope of something to anchor her down. Canada was mortified when her hand went clear through the painted drywall.
America pulled back, chin moist, lips reddened, and he snickered. She found the splash of fluid smeared across to be Texas oddly erotic.
“Dude, and here you say I’m violent.”
She stammered, pulling her hand back, face flushed from both embarrassment and arousal. “Sh-shuttup, hoser.” she grit out, determined not to duck her head and hide her face. “And w-who said you could stop anyway, eh?” She was rather proud of that one and America smiled at her, expression bright and enthusiastic. Fuck she was sexy when she let go like this. Damn Mattie, you’re a total waste as a guy.
“Sure thing, ma’am,” he answered. She settled for putting a hand on his shoulder as he continued up the stairs. He paused however, and she felt her breath go ragged as he all but whispered, “Let’s see how well you cleaned out for daddy,” and then proceeded to lick a trail down to her anus.
Her grip tightened on his shoulder as he teased the small pucker. Canada barely registered the top of the staircase and a short trip down the upstairs hallway. He began pushing his tongue inside her and kicked the bedroom door open and she mewled and turned her head, rubbing her face against her shoulder. He took his time easing in, moaning at the amazing reistance he felt. America moved his tongue around, tasting the natural salt of her skin still clean from her shower. He licked her inside thrusting his tongue in and out teasing the rim of her anus. Good girl. You won’t be clean for long.
America pulled back just long enough to bend, disentangle her limbs, and throw her on the king sized poster bed. China had decorated this room, and the red and gold on the walls exacerbated his flush, mirroring the pounding of blood in his ears. China had said the colors were lucky and up until now America hadn’t put that much stock in it. He’d have to send the guy a fruit basket cause lucky didn't begin to describe the gorgeous woman on the bed. Canada looked up at him breathing heavily, her chest heaving and those luscious tits on beautiful display. Her look was challenging.
“God, Al,” she said mimicking him perfectly, “Are you gonna suck it or look at it all day.” She threw those words back in his face from earlier with a giggle.
He raised an eyebrow at that, flicked the light switch on, then crawled onto the mattress to join her.
“You’re demanding tonight, aren’t you?” he observed as he leaned over and playfully tweaked the nipple of her left tit. Canada moaned in response. Assuming an artfully contrived vapid expression, America continued on, twisting and pulling that nub, watching her spread legs draw up just for him. The bottom of her right foot could be heard sliding pitifully over the Captain America bedspread as he stretched her nipple taut. “Oh but you know how thick I am, Mattie.” He mentally pat himself on the back for that wonderful pun. “You’re gonna have to tell me what you want me to suck on.”
“You sadistic-nnngh!” She whined as he let go and slapped the bouncing mammary abruptly: quick and stinging making sure to hit center. She wanted sadistic, did she?
“Did you want me to suck on these?” he asked in a honeyed voice before slapping the other in turn. Canada arched off the bed, twisting towards him, turning into the stinging pain.
“You know damn well what I was…” she trailed off again when America peppered her milky breasts with a barrage of deliberate slaps. She was panting, her body tossing back and forth on the soft bedspread and in the pale light of the torch lamp in the corner the rosy pink of those full tits was inflaming. The budding heat in her chest stole her breath. She shut her eyes to better focus on each sting of the back of his strong hand and each soft tease of “C’mon, baby, tell daddy what you want.”
He shifted between her spread legs, close enough that she could feel the heat of him but not close enough to feel his skin against hers. Canada’s long legs slid back and forth, the pale smoothness of her inner thighs rubbing and squeezing his hips in want. She gripped the bedcover tightly.
“A-Al…” she forced herself to take a deep breath, forced the words past her lips, the damn self satisfied smirk on his prompting her to respond. She looked up at him with a delightful blend of aroused fury. You just love making me do this, don’t you? Poor little innocent Mattie can’t say dirty words without getting embarrassed; just cause I have consideration for what I say and you don’t. You used to love teasing me when we were kids too. Serves you right that I lost my virginity first. Austria still won’t give you the time of day in that, will he?
“C’mon, I know a little slut like you isn’t shy about begging for it,” he taunted with another smack to answer her silence. “You showed me that well enough earlier.” Those imploring legs, those defiant eyes, were making him want to throw the damn game out and fuck her again until she’d clawed bloody marks down his back and screamed her throat raw. His breaths grew ragged at the thought- at the memory of their past joinings and fuck did she have any idea how crazy she made him?
Christ is he still hung up about that!? I could fuck the entire OECD in front of him as long as I had a dick between my legs and he wouldn’t bat an eye. And that gave her consideration for later on. But for now… Okay, you can do this.
“P-please Al, please suck my clit… thatbigmouthofyourshastobegoodforsomething… please lick my pussy, asidefromeatinghamburgers… Oh please lick my asshole please it’stheonlytimeyouevershuttup…” America blinked a few times having an odd flashback of the time she’d made him cry. Passive aggressive little snot; you asked for it.
“Anything you say, Mattie,” he replied with deceptive sweetness. He ducked his head and repositioned his hands on the backs of her thighs, shifting her legs back, practically bending her in half. “You ready?” he asked deviously.
She was about to answer him, that wary expression returning when the phone rang.
“Holy shit!” America exclaimed and in his frantic rush to answer it he shoved her without thinking. Canada screamed more in surprise than anything else as she went sailing off the bed ass over head.
“Tabarnac! America you fucking psycho what the hell is wrong with you?!” He ignored the string of vulgar quebecois that followed, rushing with the cordless receiver to the adjoining office; the president was the only one who had this particular phone number. I hope the threat level hasn’t been raised to orange again. Oh man the last time I couldn’t get it up for a week.
Canada meanwhile was picking herself off the floor fuming. He did not just stop in the middle to answer the fucking phone! He did not just shove me off the bed to answer the fucking phone! She looked after him glaring furiously. So help me Al, if this isn’t an emergency…
“You just wanted… to talk?” She could hear the strain in America’s voice and was relieved that at least he’d be hanging up soon. “Ah, no Mister Pres- er Barry, no I’m… not busy.” America did always have trouble saying no to his bosses. Even Taft had run roughshod over him and he didn’t even want to be there. Canada saw red. Alfred F. Jones, you’re a fucking dead man.
She was about to bust in there and give him an earful but instead resigned herself to handling her- situation solo while she let her mind work. At least America had a generous toy chest under the bed. She listened to him chatting as she pulled the chest out. The wooden antique had been a gift from Germany to help keep his house free of clutter. Oh if he only knew...
“Don’t worry about the news stations, Barry. You shoulda seen the numbers that Dubya used to get. Mr Newspaper’s just a... Yeah I know… uh huh… Aw c’mon I know communists and you’re no commie…” She rolled her eyes as she opened the heavy lid. She didn’t look at him as he turned to desperately mouth “just a minute I swear”.
There were innumerable bottles of lubricant and an assortment of dildos though that wasn't to say those were the only things America kept. The more disciplinary and exotic items were kept in a large black laquer armoire on the south wall. China had explained the long unnecessary history of the piece from the Shanxi providence in painful detail after the gift grab masquerading as a housewarming party. Canada had politely declined an offering of sugary fried bread as China produced the snack seemingly out of nowhere and begun the lecture in earnest.
"So, as I was saying, this piece here dates back to the Ming Dynasty. I picked it out myself from the collection they have at their main storehouse. You can see the careful attention to detail in restoring-"
"Alright! Finally killed that fucker!" America crowed completely focused on the DS in his hand. Canada sighed though he could hardly deny the monologue had all the appeal of paint drying. China stared at America for another moment and then sighed muttering something that sounded like "aiya jian feng zhuang duo..." Taking a deep breath and clapping his hands together to get America's attention, China opened the cabinet door with a practiced smile.
“Look see, we ah drill hole for TV cord." He rapped on the wood and America snickered. "Vely vely handy la! You like I know, see sturdy I tell you vely vely good ah piece here...” He switched over to that godawful pidgin english cantonese dialect whateverthefuck and America that idiot spent the entire monologue laughing his fool head off. She thought she caught a smirk or two in her direction as well; clearly making her listen to that was revenge for her boss not attending the summer games.
She briefly eyed the Platinum Jack Rabbit; those independently rotating ballbearings were always nice and it made her wonder if America hadn’t been doing any experimenting on his own with that clitoral stimulator. Wow, I didn’t know Al could take one that big. Clearly the Chesapeake Bay was far more accommodating than she'd realized. Canada set The Great American Challenge aside. She was slowly starting to lose interest in the entire thing really and was about to get dressed and change back when she noticed something new that caught her attention. Al sure does like these wireless gadgets. She picked up the pink anal plug and color coordinated remote. A plan formed in her mind. Now this had possibilities. She studied the tip curiously. Oh, perfect, it can self lube too...
Carefully tucking everything back in its proper place she left out a tube of generic lube and the plug itself. Canada worked quickly and efficiently, loading it up as it were and then setting the tube on the nightstand. She was quiet as she slipped into the office thankful that America had his back to her facing out of a large picture window above a cushioned window seat. The office was mostly dark, but silhouetted from the light behind him, America had to realize he was giving everyone a show where he was standing; at least from the waist up. Fucking exhibitionist. She realized abortively that she probably was too, but hell after all this time the entire block had to know what was going on between the two of them.
“Oh yeah, I’m totally glad we can talk like this too.. yeah uh... actually I do kinda need sleep- Not that you were waking me up or anything! hahaha...” I also have sex too- god why does every president that’s sworn in thing I’m some kinda sexless windup America doll!? He stifled a groan as he looked out the window impatiently at the cars going by and Miss Karen's daughter getting into it with some ho in front of their house thoroughly distracted. Canada kept the plug and controller behind her back as she crept up behind him. He didn’t notice her set it down on a lower shelf of the bookcase next to him. In fact he didn’t notice anything until he felt her press against him.
America tensed initially at the contact, attempting to crane his neck to see her. She smiled wickedly at his back upon hearing the hitch in his breath.
“Ah... n-no Barry, I didn’t catch Letterman the other night...” She was so warm as she stood flush against him, those soft tits squeezing against him from behind. Canada sucked on his neck, her mouth moving back to the sensitive cluster of nerves in the center of his back. She breathed deeply, committing the musk of his sweat and body to memory cause god America just smelled like a fucking male in heat. He swallowed a moan and shifted from one foot to the other. Fuckfuckfuck I need to get off the phone! She flicked the head of his flaccid cock with a whisper of “It’s cute when it’s soft like this” and he sucked in another breath biting back a protest. She did not just call Florida “cute”...
“S-so yeah um... Oh definitely freedom of religion is all... ahhh” He moaned when her hands traced patterns over his hip bones, firmly at first to desensitize the nerves before fading to gentler, more ghosting caresses.
Canada shifted and wiggled slightly, and America found himself pushing beck against her out of habit. God, she doesn’t even have a dick right now but-
“Y-yeah... still here,” he rushed out breathless as her slender yet strong fingers brushed the hard muscles of his stomach. Mmm, you do wear all that fast food well, Al, she thought as she rocked against him a little more insistently. “Clarify? Yeah... yeah it’s always good s-so good to let ‘em know where you stand-” Fuck if his boss figured out what the hell they were doing he’d die on the spot. Oh yeah baby keep doing that...
Canada shamelessly and happily groped the hard pectorals of his chest sighing as she felt his entire body tense and release as he tried to stifle his reactions. She squeezed hard, the flesh not nearly as pliable as her own female form but certainly not completely motionless. She lifted, and pushed together, and kneaded loving the feel of strong muscles in her control. She watched his arm shake as he kept the phone held to his ear and thrilled at the clenching and unclenching of his free hand. She indulged herself in admiring briefly the way the shadows played over the defined horseshoe of his tricep, and the way his bicep stood out strong and proud without the need to flex. Pulling her attention back to what was in front of her, she roughly kissed the sweat salty skin of his neck. Her teeth dragged up the smooth, tanned flesh, pausing to suck a series of small reddened welts on his skin. His grip tightened on the receiver in turn, arm trembling, and it took all of his willpower not to break the fucking phone when she pulled his earlobe into her mouth and bit.
“Huh? What? I’m fine!” his voice rose an octave when Canada rolled the hard pebble of his nipple between her fingers, deliberately careless with her nails. “Y-you don’t need to call anyone really-” Oh god in heaven please don’t call the secret service! I'm not trying to having Agent Smith rolling the fuck up in here with that camera again. “Just... ah... a little under the-” he feigned a cough, forcing her to let go and pull back slightly. It turned into a genuine fit when she asked “Did baby clean himself out like a good boy?” and gave his ass a squeeze. Christ! Speaking of dying on the spot; he could see the headlines reading “Alfred F Jones, United States of America, dead from choking on his own saliva”. Especially after he’d given Dubya so much crap about that pretzel.
Wheezing and catching his breath, America nodded and was about to beg off when his boss seemed to think this was a perfect opportunity to start talking about healthcare reform. it sounded like there might've been someone else there too and wasn't that just fucking perfect? Canada sank to her knees behind him, realizing that yes the fucker was going to be on the phone even longer, and indulged in worshipping the firm muscular ass in front of her. Damn, Al, you’d never know you ate like such a pig just going by this. She smacked his left ass cheek, watching flesh quiver and the skin blush pink as she gave a few more slaps, but fuck if you couldn’t bounce a quarter off it. She snickered quietly as America almost dropped the phone with a “Sorry about that there’s a... f-fly or something... yeah... you get those too?” America turned his head and looked down with a glare that wasn’t all that terrifying. “Little bitches aren’t they?” seemed directed more at Canada than anything else. She noted the fact that America wasn’t exactly moving from where he stood and continued with a dismissive snort and a soft titter of laughter.
He seemed to realize a moment later exactly who he was talking to again, and as he almost fell over himself apologizing, she slipped a hand to his hip and shoved the center of his back just so: a neat little trick that France had taught her. At the mercy of physics and leverage, America yelped as he was bent over at the waist, legs spreading wider for balance, catching himself on the wall surrounding the circular picture window. He opened his mouth to try and explain except Canada chose that moment to spread him wide open and start licking his anus like it had the fucking antidote in it. He sucked his lower lip between his teeth to stifle a moan and fuck he couldn’t even cover the receiver with his other hand busy. He prayed the microphone wasn’t half as sensitive as the box had promised; in any case, his boss hadn’t seemed to notice and he interjected in in a weak “no... no one with half a brain really thinks there’s gonna be death panels.”
Canada shifted and squirmed on her knees, torn between drawing her thighs together to try and relieve that rekindling ache or leaving them spread as they were, wide and wanton. Fuck it, he might not be able to see her but she felt sexy as she worked, imagining another hard muscular body beneath hers in a brief dirty fantasy. She’d been surprised that he’d still prepared himself, but then again America always had been a boy scout. She wriggled her tongue inside him, excitedly bouncing on her knees as she did so, giving her mind more fuel. God America was always so tight; the first time she’d fucked him she thought he was gonna snap her fucking dick off but he had such wonderful muscle control. It would’ve made her jealous if she hadn’t been the one who taught it to him.
America’s fingers dug into the wall, his hand shaking as it continued to hold the phone.
“Y-yeah, d-definitely need more bi partisan cooperation…” He pushed back against her, head bowed as she moved that strong wet tongue inside him. Fuck it was stifling. It was too hot in there and he was half a second away from claiming a bad connection and disconnecting the call and finishing where they left off. Canada pulled back and watched the muscles of his back tense and flex as he forced himself to remain in control and God he was just so strong. She sucked two fingers and traced the ring of his anus teasing him by sliding one in just a little bit at a time. He tensed at first, but he’d grown accustomed to relaxing for her and she slid the first finger in with a soft moan. Damn, Al, you’re really making me wanna turn back and show you just why I’m better as a guy…
She reigned that thought in. This would be so much more fun! She continued stretching him, finger fucking him now with the second finger inside. Even on the phone panting out answers he’d never remember to questions he only half heard, America was a natural bottom. She tended not to point it out too often as it seemed to embarrass him but he relaxed into everything as if he were made for it. He moved with her thrusts unconsciously, trying his damndest to focus on what the hell his boss was even saying. Christ if she was a guy right now… But she wasn’t so he really needed to turn that line of thought off and Holyfuckingshitwhatthefuck?!
If she could have seen his eyes she’d know they were comically wide. Nonetheless she was enjoying herself. It was an easy stretch for her to take the tapered plug from the shelf and quickly expel the lubricant from the tip. She was rather impressed with her own ability to do it one handed and wet the device up until it glistened. Slick and hard, the plug easily took the place of her fingers. She kept a hand on the small of his back, the leverage forcing him to remain bent over. He was surprised- the lube was cold and he had hardly been expecting anything bigger than fingers- but as the plug stretched him open he couldn’t bite back the moans that escaped him.
“Fuck Mattie, fuck yes god fuckfuck…” There was a sudden silence on the line. Oh shit…
“Ah… s-sir?” he squeaked out nervously. There was a pause and he slammed his free hand back into the wall to keep from making any further vociferations. Canada could hear the sound of crumbling plaster behind the outside wall and felt rather proud of herself. He was so close to losing it and she knew all the right buttons to push to do it. There was a confusion in his voice that she heard and it made her wonder... “Yes… “darling Matthieu”’s with me…” Canada bit back a snicker from behind him. So that was why Francis asked what my plans were tonight. “Francis?! Gilbert?!” Okay, he was never doubting Prussia’s claim of being able to flawlessly impersonate his boss ever again. “What do you mean "you win?" You bet on how long you'd keep me fucking cockblocked?! You fucking cunts I’m so gonna get you for this!” She heard him yelling and as he ended the call by rather violently throwing the receiver against the wall she stood up and stepped back. America looked at her both furious and aroused at once breathing heavily. “You…”
Canada licked her lips with a nervous anticipation and tucked her hair behind her right ear. For all she found his strength and his fury intimidating at times, there were moments like this when he turned the full intensity of those blue eyes on her and it was arousing as hell. If she let herself she’d have drowned in that blue focus. Right now she wasn’t about to let herself. Canada took a few steps back wearing a naughty smile.
“You deserved that, Al. Every last embarrassing second of it you arrogant jerk.”
“Matthew,” he growled mad that he’d actually fallen for that. He was mad that she made him humiliate himself like that on the phone and he sure as hell was mad that she seemed to have the advantage once again. She took another step back holding up the remote taunting him.
“You think I’m done with you, baby brother?” she drawled with her fingers on the dial. “I haven’t even started.”
She was expecting him to come at her and make a grab for the remote. Sometimes Canada could predict him better than he himself could. She saw the all too familiar twitch of his muscles- and oh how beautifully corded they were- as he was about to move and danced out of his way turning the knob to 1 with a reproving click of her tongue.
“Bad boy, that’s not how we play this game.” She watched with that same grin as he stopped practically dead in his tracks with a moan. His face was flushed, and he blinked a few times to focus properly on her even as she turned the intensity up to 2 and watched him sink to his knees.
“Fuck…” He wiggled back wantonly as the device vibrated inside of him momentarily forgetting exactly what he was doing. “You little bastard when I- ah… ohgodgod…” She turned the setting up again, bouncing excitedly on the balls of her feet as he fell forward, catching himself. It was loud enough to be heard quite poignantly in the room. America was delightfully at her mercy on his hands and knees and she reveled in it. His head was bowed, eyes fixated on the carpet as the plug vibrated and god if it didn’t feel like it was massaging every bit of him from the inside out. He was panting, head finally coming up as he tried to adjust and she walked oh so slowly and coquettishly away from him. He fixed her with a glare and unsteadily crawled towards her.
Canada allowed him to follow, deliberately staying out of his reach until they were back in the bedroom. His knees practically dragged along the hardwood and then the patterned oriental carpet. He grit his teeth and she laughed.
“Aww poor baby,” she cooed as she finally stopped, standing above him just out of reach. “Is it too much for you?” America looked up at her towering above him panting from the exertion. He let his eyes wander from the curve of her long supple legs to those wide hips that he loved to grab onto when he pounded her. He could see the dip of her stomach, watching the sweat that beaded over her abdominal muscles; they were tight, and her thighs flexed almost imperceptibly with excitement. Oh you’re liking this aren’t you, Mattie? Her eyes were bright as she drank in the sight of him, her chest heaving as if struggling to catch her breath those pendulous tits so tempting as they bounced.
His biceps shaking, he reached out with a low roar and swiped at her. Canada stepped back again with another mocking laugh and simply set the device to a series of hard pulses; she mentally noted that was setting 7. America went taut, struggling not to lose any ground, thrusting back against a phantom lover as the plug teased and thrummed within. She stalked over catlike, devious and cunning like a lioness would her prey. His eyes fell to half mast and his fingers dug into the rug.
“Not so tough now, are you, Al?” She heard that low rumble from him again, saw the slight shift, and easily moved aside as he made a grab for her, turning the “hot” dial halfway up. He went limp again, those strong biceps finally giving out. He collapsed onto his forearms with a whimper.
Fuck it was so hot that it felt as if he were being licked by flames inside. He felt the heat inside him pooling and radiating out like he was becoming liquid and could’ve wept at the sensation. He hadn’t even realized she’d moved once more until he felt the tips of her fingers behind him caressing the plug. She shifted it, rotating it a little bit and he whimpered as she toyed with him. His jaw was set hard cause he’d be damned if he’d give her the satisfaction of- Ohfuckfuckfuck… She shifted it perfectly hitting right there with just enough pressure and and angle and fuck he felt so full and heavy with his cock erect and hard against his stomach.
“M-mattie-“ he gasped out forcing his upper body back off the floor, forcing his head to turn and look at her.
Canada’s violet eyes were dark- pupils dilated until they seemed almost black- as she watched him writhe and moan. She sat back on her heels, watching his ass flex around the plug remembering with a quick flash of memory how good it felt to be balls deep inside him.
“Is it too much, Al?” She taunted him rather breathless herself and waited until his head turned back around. She set the remote to 8- a series of erratic pulses- and put the remote down silently where he wouldn’t see. Her right hand moved down over her stomach, sliding across the smooth damp skin all the way down to the sticky wetness of her folds. She pressed and rocked into her palm to relieve some of the throbbing ache as she teased him.
Canada gripped the base and slowly eased it out halfway before pushing it back in again.
“I know it’s not too much,” she whispered to herself as her hand moved more quickly. “My cock is so much bigger than this isn’t it?” Her fingers parted the smooth outer lips and caressed her swollen inner labia. She teased at the tissue just inside the dip of her vagina, stroking and rubbing with a series of sighs. “And you love it when I take you, Al.” She was breathing far more heavily as she let her slippery fingers lightly brush the soft sensitive area around her piss hole, moaning as she felt more wetness trickle down her inner thighs.
His only answer was a groan and Canada decided to torment him further. She rose on shaky legs and moved in front of him, kneeling. She leaned in deliberately, matching his position on her hands and knees. Looking down America could see her tits swaying gently back and forth, her nipples hard and cherry red from where he’d pulled and stretched them earlier. He almost missed the words she whispered in his ear with her hot breath: almost. The dirty talk had always come easier to her the more intense things got.
“I want you to have lots of come for me, Al. I want you to come buckets when you fuck me. I want you to gush like a fucking fountain, eh?”
She spoke whisper soft and nipped the shell of his ear and he almost came right then and there. “I want you to come so much that I can’t even hold it. I want to be so full that it leaks out of my pussy.” She shifted her weight slightly and brought her still damp fingers up under his nose. America inhaled deeply moaning at the scent of her arousal.
“Jesus you’re so-“
“Do you want to taste what you’re missing, Al?” she taunted and smeared a wet line from his lips to cheek. America licked the salty stickiness with a raw, throaty purr and Canada shivered in response.
That smile still on her face she leaned in again, lapping at the softness of his lips, tasting the faint traces that he missed. He licked back, head cocked almost in submission, their tongues tasting each other playfully. If she didn’t have that damn thing pulsing so erratically he’d have thrown her down already and fucked her until the only thought in her head was “more”. As it was, he shivered and felt his muscles strain as his body followed the heat of hers forward to her sliding back. God turn it down Mattie so I can fucking think already… it’s too much, too good… fuck what was she saying?
“Doest baby want to come inside mommy?” Her eyes flickered away briefly at those words, her face pink. Sometimes saying things like that still felt odd but she couldn’t deny the excitement as she said them or the way he tensed and looked at her feral when she did.
“Fuck yes, momma,” he drawled, taking a fistful of hair and bringing their mouths together again. America was slowly acclimating to the device, forcing himself not to lose himself in the pleasure of the vibrations or the thrill of the head it radiated. He focused on her hot mouth yielding to his and the ridges of her palette as his tongue invaded. She was driving him crazy and he didn’t think he’d last much longer. He could feel her start to give and drop her guard and he kept right on kissing her. America was coy, keeping his posture the same, mind a whirl waiting for just the right moment. Canada moaned, letting him lead the dance, her grip on the remote loosening just enough for him to release the hold on her sweat dampened hair and seize it. He broke the kiss and her eyes went wide as she realized that she’d lost her advantage. She twisted, turning to stand and bolt as America turned the heat off and the intensity down to a manageable level. He tossed the remote over his shoulder hearing the soft thud as it landed on the bed.
She was fast but he was faster, and America grabbed her ankle just as she made to scramble to her feet.
“Going somewhere, momma?” he asked with a wicked grin and she looked at him with an exciting mixture of fear and eager anticipation. Canada was still as she lowered herself back down to both knees looking over her shoulder at him. “I bet you liked that, didn’t you?” he asked with a deceptively mild expression not loosening his grip in the slightest. She smiled back unrepentantly and sucked her fingers; her own taste often fascinated and aroused her.
“You know I did, Al.” He chuckled as they looked at each other at a seeming impasse. “So, you gonna let go?” she asked with a calculating look, “or do I have to play dirty?”
By Cyrelia J
Part 4
“C-can we... can...” she tried to hard to get the words out between the flickering serpent’s tongue teasing her swollen labia. “Up... ups-s-nnngh!” Her hips moved as best as they could, straining closer to the heat of his tongue swirling greedily at her dripping entrance. A darker blush stained those sticky cunt lips as he sucked both his and her come from either side. Mouth fastened to that wet, quivering slit, his tongue pushed inside her, lapping a hungry circle at the viscous semen still painting her hot inner walls.
She almost thought he hadn’t heard her, opening her mouth to speak further between the moans and gasps, when she felt him move. Shit, is he really going to...? He didn’t bat an eye as he walked slowly, an impressive balance to keep her seated and keep his tongue moving. Her eyes were wide as they passed through the doorway and the rest of the house seemed to pass by.
“Ohgodohfuckohoh...” She twisted his hair between her fingers more painfully, stopping only when he pulled back and nipped the inside of her thigh. It was almost impossible to comply when his mouth returned at the base of the stairway, sucking on her engorged clit. She let go of his hair, her legs shaking, and as they hit the landing, threw her hand out at the wall for hope of something to anchor her down. Canada was mortified when her hand went clear through the painted drywall.
America pulled back, chin moist, lips reddened, and he snickered. She found the splash of fluid smeared across to be Texas oddly erotic.
“Dude, and here you say I’m violent.”
She stammered, pulling her hand back, face flushed from both embarrassment and arousal. “Sh-shuttup, hoser.” she grit out, determined not to duck her head and hide her face. “And w-who said you could stop anyway, eh?” She was rather proud of that one and America smiled at her, expression bright and enthusiastic. Fuck she was sexy when she let go like this. Damn Mattie, you’re a total waste as a guy.
“Sure thing, ma’am,” he answered. She settled for putting a hand on his shoulder as he continued up the stairs. He paused however, and she felt her breath go ragged as he all but whispered, “Let’s see how well you cleaned out for daddy,” and then proceeded to lick a trail down to her anus.
Her grip tightened on his shoulder as he teased the small pucker. Canada barely registered the top of the staircase and a short trip down the upstairs hallway. He began pushing his tongue inside her and kicked the bedroom door open and she mewled and turned her head, rubbing her face against her shoulder. He took his time easing in, moaning at the amazing reistance he felt. America moved his tongue around, tasting the natural salt of her skin still clean from her shower. He licked her inside thrusting his tongue in and out teasing the rim of her anus. Good girl. You won’t be clean for long.
America pulled back just long enough to bend, disentangle her limbs, and throw her on the king sized poster bed. China had decorated this room, and the red and gold on the walls exacerbated his flush, mirroring the pounding of blood in his ears. China had said the colors were lucky and up until now America hadn’t put that much stock in it. He’d have to send the guy a fruit basket cause lucky didn't begin to describe the gorgeous woman on the bed. Canada looked up at him breathing heavily, her chest heaving and those luscious tits on beautiful display. Her look was challenging.
“God, Al,” she said mimicking him perfectly, “Are you gonna suck it or look at it all day.” She threw those words back in his face from earlier with a giggle.
He raised an eyebrow at that, flicked the light switch on, then crawled onto the mattress to join her.
“You’re demanding tonight, aren’t you?” he observed as he leaned over and playfully tweaked the nipple of her left tit. Canada moaned in response. Assuming an artfully contrived vapid expression, America continued on, twisting and pulling that nub, watching her spread legs draw up just for him. The bottom of her right foot could be heard sliding pitifully over the Captain America bedspread as he stretched her nipple taut. “Oh but you know how thick I am, Mattie.” He mentally pat himself on the back for that wonderful pun. “You’re gonna have to tell me what you want me to suck on.”
“You sadistic-nnngh!” She whined as he let go and slapped the bouncing mammary abruptly: quick and stinging making sure to hit center. She wanted sadistic, did she?
“Did you want me to suck on these?” he asked in a honeyed voice before slapping the other in turn. Canada arched off the bed, twisting towards him, turning into the stinging pain.
“You know damn well what I was…” she trailed off again when America peppered her milky breasts with a barrage of deliberate slaps. She was panting, her body tossing back and forth on the soft bedspread and in the pale light of the torch lamp in the corner the rosy pink of those full tits was inflaming. The budding heat in her chest stole her breath. She shut her eyes to better focus on each sting of the back of his strong hand and each soft tease of “C’mon, baby, tell daddy what you want.”
He shifted between her spread legs, close enough that she could feel the heat of him but not close enough to feel his skin against hers. Canada’s long legs slid back and forth, the pale smoothness of her inner thighs rubbing and squeezing his hips in want. She gripped the bedcover tightly.
“A-Al…” she forced herself to take a deep breath, forced the words past her lips, the damn self satisfied smirk on his prompting her to respond. She looked up at him with a delightful blend of aroused fury. You just love making me do this, don’t you? Poor little innocent Mattie can’t say dirty words without getting embarrassed; just cause I have consideration for what I say and you don’t. You used to love teasing me when we were kids too. Serves you right that I lost my virginity first. Austria still won’t give you the time of day in that, will he?
“C’mon, I know a little slut like you isn’t shy about begging for it,” he taunted with another smack to answer her silence. “You showed me that well enough earlier.” Those imploring legs, those defiant eyes, were making him want to throw the damn game out and fuck her again until she’d clawed bloody marks down his back and screamed her throat raw. His breaths grew ragged at the thought- at the memory of their past joinings and fuck did she have any idea how crazy she made him?
Christ is he still hung up about that!? I could fuck the entire OECD in front of him as long as I had a dick between my legs and he wouldn’t bat an eye. And that gave her consideration for later on. But for now… Okay, you can do this.
“P-please Al, please suck my clit… thatbigmouthofyourshastobegoodforsomething… please lick my pussy, asidefromeatinghamburgers… Oh please lick my asshole please it’stheonlytimeyouevershuttup…” America blinked a few times having an odd flashback of the time she’d made him cry. Passive aggressive little snot; you asked for it.
“Anything you say, Mattie,” he replied with deceptive sweetness. He ducked his head and repositioned his hands on the backs of her thighs, shifting her legs back, practically bending her in half. “You ready?” he asked deviously.
She was about to answer him, that wary expression returning when the phone rang.
“Holy shit!” America exclaimed and in his frantic rush to answer it he shoved her without thinking. Canada screamed more in surprise than anything else as she went sailing off the bed ass over head.
“Tabarnac! America you fucking psycho what the hell is wrong with you?!” He ignored the string of vulgar quebecois that followed, rushing with the cordless receiver to the adjoining office; the president was the only one who had this particular phone number. I hope the threat level hasn’t been raised to orange again. Oh man the last time I couldn’t get it up for a week.
Canada meanwhile was picking herself off the floor fuming. He did not just stop in the middle to answer the fucking phone! He did not just shove me off the bed to answer the fucking phone! She looked after him glaring furiously. So help me Al, if this isn’t an emergency…
“You just wanted… to talk?” She could hear the strain in America’s voice and was relieved that at least he’d be hanging up soon. “Ah, no Mister Pres- er Barry, no I’m… not busy.” America did always have trouble saying no to his bosses. Even Taft had run roughshod over him and he didn’t even want to be there. Canada saw red. Alfred F. Jones, you’re a fucking dead man.
She was about to bust in there and give him an earful but instead resigned herself to handling her- situation solo while she let her mind work. At least America had a generous toy chest under the bed. She listened to him chatting as she pulled the chest out. The wooden antique had been a gift from Germany to help keep his house free of clutter. Oh if he only knew...
“Don’t worry about the news stations, Barry. You shoulda seen the numbers that Dubya used to get. Mr Newspaper’s just a... Yeah I know… uh huh… Aw c’mon I know communists and you’re no commie…” She rolled her eyes as she opened the heavy lid. She didn’t look at him as he turned to desperately mouth “just a minute I swear”.
There were innumerable bottles of lubricant and an assortment of dildos though that wasn't to say those were the only things America kept. The more disciplinary and exotic items were kept in a large black laquer armoire on the south wall. China had explained the long unnecessary history of the piece from the Shanxi providence in painful detail after the gift grab masquerading as a housewarming party. Canada had politely declined an offering of sugary fried bread as China produced the snack seemingly out of nowhere and begun the lecture in earnest.
"So, as I was saying, this piece here dates back to the Ming Dynasty. I picked it out myself from the collection they have at their main storehouse. You can see the careful attention to detail in restoring-"
"Alright! Finally killed that fucker!" America crowed completely focused on the DS in his hand. Canada sighed though he could hardly deny the monologue had all the appeal of paint drying. China stared at America for another moment and then sighed muttering something that sounded like "aiya jian feng zhuang duo..." Taking a deep breath and clapping his hands together to get America's attention, China opened the cabinet door with a practiced smile.
“Look see, we ah drill hole for TV cord." He rapped on the wood and America snickered. "Vely vely handy la! You like I know, see sturdy I tell you vely vely good ah piece here...” He switched over to that godawful pidgin english cantonese dialect whateverthefuck and America that idiot spent the entire monologue laughing his fool head off. She thought she caught a smirk or two in her direction as well; clearly making her listen to that was revenge for her boss not attending the summer games.
She briefly eyed the Platinum Jack Rabbit; those independently rotating ballbearings were always nice and it made her wonder if America hadn’t been doing any experimenting on his own with that clitoral stimulator. Wow, I didn’t know Al could take one that big. Clearly the Chesapeake Bay was far more accommodating than she'd realized. Canada set The Great American Challenge aside. She was slowly starting to lose interest in the entire thing really and was about to get dressed and change back when she noticed something new that caught her attention. Al sure does like these wireless gadgets. She picked up the pink anal plug and color coordinated remote. A plan formed in her mind. Now this had possibilities. She studied the tip curiously. Oh, perfect, it can self lube too...
Carefully tucking everything back in its proper place she left out a tube of generic lube and the plug itself. Canada worked quickly and efficiently, loading it up as it were and then setting the tube on the nightstand. She was quiet as she slipped into the office thankful that America had his back to her facing out of a large picture window above a cushioned window seat. The office was mostly dark, but silhouetted from the light behind him, America had to realize he was giving everyone a show where he was standing; at least from the waist up. Fucking exhibitionist. She realized abortively that she probably was too, but hell after all this time the entire block had to know what was going on between the two of them.
“Oh yeah, I’m totally glad we can talk like this too.. yeah uh... actually I do kinda need sleep- Not that you were waking me up or anything! hahaha...” I also have sex too- god why does every president that’s sworn in thing I’m some kinda sexless windup America doll!? He stifled a groan as he looked out the window impatiently at the cars going by and Miss Karen's daughter getting into it with some ho in front of their house thoroughly distracted. Canada kept the plug and controller behind her back as she crept up behind him. He didn’t notice her set it down on a lower shelf of the bookcase next to him. In fact he didn’t notice anything until he felt her press against him.
America tensed initially at the contact, attempting to crane his neck to see her. She smiled wickedly at his back upon hearing the hitch in his breath.
“Ah... n-no Barry, I didn’t catch Letterman the other night...” She was so warm as she stood flush against him, those soft tits squeezing against him from behind. Canada sucked on his neck, her mouth moving back to the sensitive cluster of nerves in the center of his back. She breathed deeply, committing the musk of his sweat and body to memory cause god America just smelled like a fucking male in heat. He swallowed a moan and shifted from one foot to the other. Fuckfuckfuck I need to get off the phone! She flicked the head of his flaccid cock with a whisper of “It’s cute when it’s soft like this” and he sucked in another breath biting back a protest. She did not just call Florida “cute”...
“S-so yeah um... Oh definitely freedom of religion is all... ahhh” He moaned when her hands traced patterns over his hip bones, firmly at first to desensitize the nerves before fading to gentler, more ghosting caresses.
Canada shifted and wiggled slightly, and America found himself pushing beck against her out of habit. God, she doesn’t even have a dick right now but-
“Y-yeah... still here,” he rushed out breathless as her slender yet strong fingers brushed the hard muscles of his stomach. Mmm, you do wear all that fast food well, Al, she thought as she rocked against him a little more insistently. “Clarify? Yeah... yeah it’s always good s-so good to let ‘em know where you stand-” Fuck if his boss figured out what the hell they were doing he’d die on the spot. Oh yeah baby keep doing that...
Canada shamelessly and happily groped the hard pectorals of his chest sighing as she felt his entire body tense and release as he tried to stifle his reactions. She squeezed hard, the flesh not nearly as pliable as her own female form but certainly not completely motionless. She lifted, and pushed together, and kneaded loving the feel of strong muscles in her control. She watched his arm shake as he kept the phone held to his ear and thrilled at the clenching and unclenching of his free hand. She indulged herself in admiring briefly the way the shadows played over the defined horseshoe of his tricep, and the way his bicep stood out strong and proud without the need to flex. Pulling her attention back to what was in front of her, she roughly kissed the sweat salty skin of his neck. Her teeth dragged up the smooth, tanned flesh, pausing to suck a series of small reddened welts on his skin. His grip tightened on the receiver in turn, arm trembling, and it took all of his willpower not to break the fucking phone when she pulled his earlobe into her mouth and bit.
“Huh? What? I’m fine!” his voice rose an octave when Canada rolled the hard pebble of his nipple between her fingers, deliberately careless with her nails. “Y-you don’t need to call anyone really-” Oh god in heaven please don’t call the secret service! I'm not trying to having Agent Smith rolling the fuck up in here with that camera again. “Just... ah... a little under the-” he feigned a cough, forcing her to let go and pull back slightly. It turned into a genuine fit when she asked “Did baby clean himself out like a good boy?” and gave his ass a squeeze. Christ! Speaking of dying on the spot; he could see the headlines reading “Alfred F Jones, United States of America, dead from choking on his own saliva”. Especially after he’d given Dubya so much crap about that pretzel.
Wheezing and catching his breath, America nodded and was about to beg off when his boss seemed to think this was a perfect opportunity to start talking about healthcare reform. it sounded like there might've been someone else there too and wasn't that just fucking perfect? Canada sank to her knees behind him, realizing that yes the fucker was going to be on the phone even longer, and indulged in worshipping the firm muscular ass in front of her. Damn, Al, you’d never know you ate like such a pig just going by this. She smacked his left ass cheek, watching flesh quiver and the skin blush pink as she gave a few more slaps, but fuck if you couldn’t bounce a quarter off it. She snickered quietly as America almost dropped the phone with a “Sorry about that there’s a... f-fly or something... yeah... you get those too?” America turned his head and looked down with a glare that wasn’t all that terrifying. “Little bitches aren’t they?” seemed directed more at Canada than anything else. She noted the fact that America wasn’t exactly moving from where he stood and continued with a dismissive snort and a soft titter of laughter.
He seemed to realize a moment later exactly who he was talking to again, and as he almost fell over himself apologizing, she slipped a hand to his hip and shoved the center of his back just so: a neat little trick that France had taught her. At the mercy of physics and leverage, America yelped as he was bent over at the waist, legs spreading wider for balance, catching himself on the wall surrounding the circular picture window. He opened his mouth to try and explain except Canada chose that moment to spread him wide open and start licking his anus like it had the fucking antidote in it. He sucked his lower lip between his teeth to stifle a moan and fuck he couldn’t even cover the receiver with his other hand busy. He prayed the microphone wasn’t half as sensitive as the box had promised; in any case, his boss hadn’t seemed to notice and he interjected in in a weak “no... no one with half a brain really thinks there’s gonna be death panels.”
Canada shifted and squirmed on her knees, torn between drawing her thighs together to try and relieve that rekindling ache or leaving them spread as they were, wide and wanton. Fuck it, he might not be able to see her but she felt sexy as she worked, imagining another hard muscular body beneath hers in a brief dirty fantasy. She’d been surprised that he’d still prepared himself, but then again America always had been a boy scout. She wriggled her tongue inside him, excitedly bouncing on her knees as she did so, giving her mind more fuel. God America was always so tight; the first time she’d fucked him she thought he was gonna snap her fucking dick off but he had such wonderful muscle control. It would’ve made her jealous if she hadn’t been the one who taught it to him.
America’s fingers dug into the wall, his hand shaking as it continued to hold the phone.
“Y-yeah, d-definitely need more bi partisan cooperation…” He pushed back against her, head bowed as she moved that strong wet tongue inside him. Fuck it was stifling. It was too hot in there and he was half a second away from claiming a bad connection and disconnecting the call and finishing where they left off. Canada pulled back and watched the muscles of his back tense and flex as he forced himself to remain in control and God he was just so strong. She sucked two fingers and traced the ring of his anus teasing him by sliding one in just a little bit at a time. He tensed at first, but he’d grown accustomed to relaxing for her and she slid the first finger in with a soft moan. Damn, Al, you’re really making me wanna turn back and show you just why I’m better as a guy…
She reigned that thought in. This would be so much more fun! She continued stretching him, finger fucking him now with the second finger inside. Even on the phone panting out answers he’d never remember to questions he only half heard, America was a natural bottom. She tended not to point it out too often as it seemed to embarrass him but he relaxed into everything as if he were made for it. He moved with her thrusts unconsciously, trying his damndest to focus on what the hell his boss was even saying. Christ if she was a guy right now… But she wasn’t so he really needed to turn that line of thought off and Holyfuckingshitwhatthefuck?!
If she could have seen his eyes she’d know they were comically wide. Nonetheless she was enjoying herself. It was an easy stretch for her to take the tapered plug from the shelf and quickly expel the lubricant from the tip. She was rather impressed with her own ability to do it one handed and wet the device up until it glistened. Slick and hard, the plug easily took the place of her fingers. She kept a hand on the small of his back, the leverage forcing him to remain bent over. He was surprised- the lube was cold and he had hardly been expecting anything bigger than fingers- but as the plug stretched him open he couldn’t bite back the moans that escaped him.
“Fuck Mattie, fuck yes god fuckfuck…” There was a sudden silence on the line. Oh shit…
“Ah… s-sir?” he squeaked out nervously. There was a pause and he slammed his free hand back into the wall to keep from making any further vociferations. Canada could hear the sound of crumbling plaster behind the outside wall and felt rather proud of herself. He was so close to losing it and she knew all the right buttons to push to do it. There was a confusion in his voice that she heard and it made her wonder... “Yes… “darling Matthieu”’s with me…” Canada bit back a snicker from behind him. So that was why Francis asked what my plans were tonight. “Francis?! Gilbert?!” Okay, he was never doubting Prussia’s claim of being able to flawlessly impersonate his boss ever again. “What do you mean "you win?" You bet on how long you'd keep me fucking cockblocked?! You fucking cunts I’m so gonna get you for this!” She heard him yelling and as he ended the call by rather violently throwing the receiver against the wall she stood up and stepped back. America looked at her both furious and aroused at once breathing heavily. “You…”
Canada licked her lips with a nervous anticipation and tucked her hair behind her right ear. For all she found his strength and his fury intimidating at times, there were moments like this when he turned the full intensity of those blue eyes on her and it was arousing as hell. If she let herself she’d have drowned in that blue focus. Right now she wasn’t about to let herself. Canada took a few steps back wearing a naughty smile.
“You deserved that, Al. Every last embarrassing second of it you arrogant jerk.”
“Matthew,” he growled mad that he’d actually fallen for that. He was mad that she made him humiliate himself like that on the phone and he sure as hell was mad that she seemed to have the advantage once again. She took another step back holding up the remote taunting him.
“You think I’m done with you, baby brother?” she drawled with her fingers on the dial. “I haven’t even started.”
She was expecting him to come at her and make a grab for the remote. Sometimes Canada could predict him better than he himself could. She saw the all too familiar twitch of his muscles- and oh how beautifully corded they were- as he was about to move and danced out of his way turning the knob to 1 with a reproving click of her tongue.
“Bad boy, that’s not how we play this game.” She watched with that same grin as he stopped practically dead in his tracks with a moan. His face was flushed, and he blinked a few times to focus properly on her even as she turned the intensity up to 2 and watched him sink to his knees.
“Fuck…” He wiggled back wantonly as the device vibrated inside of him momentarily forgetting exactly what he was doing. “You little bastard when I- ah… ohgodgod…” She turned the setting up again, bouncing excitedly on the balls of her feet as he fell forward, catching himself. It was loud enough to be heard quite poignantly in the room. America was delightfully at her mercy on his hands and knees and she reveled in it. His head was bowed, eyes fixated on the carpet as the plug vibrated and god if it didn’t feel like it was massaging every bit of him from the inside out. He was panting, head finally coming up as he tried to adjust and she walked oh so slowly and coquettishly away from him. He fixed her with a glare and unsteadily crawled towards her.
Canada allowed him to follow, deliberately staying out of his reach until they were back in the bedroom. His knees practically dragged along the hardwood and then the patterned oriental carpet. He grit his teeth and she laughed.
“Aww poor baby,” she cooed as she finally stopped, standing above him just out of reach. “Is it too much for you?” America looked up at her towering above him panting from the exertion. He let his eyes wander from the curve of her long supple legs to those wide hips that he loved to grab onto when he pounded her. He could see the dip of her stomach, watching the sweat that beaded over her abdominal muscles; they were tight, and her thighs flexed almost imperceptibly with excitement. Oh you’re liking this aren’t you, Mattie? Her eyes were bright as she drank in the sight of him, her chest heaving as if struggling to catch her breath those pendulous tits so tempting as they bounced.
His biceps shaking, he reached out with a low roar and swiped at her. Canada stepped back again with another mocking laugh and simply set the device to a series of hard pulses; she mentally noted that was setting 7. America went taut, struggling not to lose any ground, thrusting back against a phantom lover as the plug teased and thrummed within. She stalked over catlike, devious and cunning like a lioness would her prey. His eyes fell to half mast and his fingers dug into the rug.
“Not so tough now, are you, Al?” She heard that low rumble from him again, saw the slight shift, and easily moved aside as he made a grab for her, turning the “hot” dial halfway up. He went limp again, those strong biceps finally giving out. He collapsed onto his forearms with a whimper.
Fuck it was so hot that it felt as if he were being licked by flames inside. He felt the heat inside him pooling and radiating out like he was becoming liquid and could’ve wept at the sensation. He hadn’t even realized she’d moved once more until he felt the tips of her fingers behind him caressing the plug. She shifted it, rotating it a little bit and he whimpered as she toyed with him. His jaw was set hard cause he’d be damned if he’d give her the satisfaction of- Ohfuckfuckfuck… She shifted it perfectly hitting right there with just enough pressure and and angle and fuck he felt so full and heavy with his cock erect and hard against his stomach.
“M-mattie-“ he gasped out forcing his upper body back off the floor, forcing his head to turn and look at her.
Canada’s violet eyes were dark- pupils dilated until they seemed almost black- as she watched him writhe and moan. She sat back on her heels, watching his ass flex around the plug remembering with a quick flash of memory how good it felt to be balls deep inside him.
“Is it too much, Al?” She taunted him rather breathless herself and waited until his head turned back around. She set the remote to 8- a series of erratic pulses- and put the remote down silently where he wouldn’t see. Her right hand moved down over her stomach, sliding across the smooth damp skin all the way down to the sticky wetness of her folds. She pressed and rocked into her palm to relieve some of the throbbing ache as she teased him.
Canada gripped the base and slowly eased it out halfway before pushing it back in again.
“I know it’s not too much,” she whispered to herself as her hand moved more quickly. “My cock is so much bigger than this isn’t it?” Her fingers parted the smooth outer lips and caressed her swollen inner labia. She teased at the tissue just inside the dip of her vagina, stroking and rubbing with a series of sighs. “And you love it when I take you, Al.” She was breathing far more heavily as she let her slippery fingers lightly brush the soft sensitive area around her piss hole, moaning as she felt more wetness trickle down her inner thighs.
His only answer was a groan and Canada decided to torment him further. She rose on shaky legs and moved in front of him, kneeling. She leaned in deliberately, matching his position on her hands and knees. Looking down America could see her tits swaying gently back and forth, her nipples hard and cherry red from where he’d pulled and stretched them earlier. He almost missed the words she whispered in his ear with her hot breath: almost. The dirty talk had always come easier to her the more intense things got.
“I want you to have lots of come for me, Al. I want you to come buckets when you fuck me. I want you to gush like a fucking fountain, eh?”
She spoke whisper soft and nipped the shell of his ear and he almost came right then and there. “I want you to come so much that I can’t even hold it. I want to be so full that it leaks out of my pussy.” She shifted her weight slightly and brought her still damp fingers up under his nose. America inhaled deeply moaning at the scent of her arousal.
“Jesus you’re so-“
“Do you want to taste what you’re missing, Al?” she taunted and smeared a wet line from his lips to cheek. America licked the salty stickiness with a raw, throaty purr and Canada shivered in response.
That smile still on her face she leaned in again, lapping at the softness of his lips, tasting the faint traces that he missed. He licked back, head cocked almost in submission, their tongues tasting each other playfully. If she didn’t have that damn thing pulsing so erratically he’d have thrown her down already and fucked her until the only thought in her head was “more”. As it was, he shivered and felt his muscles strain as his body followed the heat of hers forward to her sliding back. God turn it down Mattie so I can fucking think already… it’s too much, too good… fuck what was she saying?
“Doest baby want to come inside mommy?” Her eyes flickered away briefly at those words, her face pink. Sometimes saying things like that still felt odd but she couldn’t deny the excitement as she said them or the way he tensed and looked at her feral when she did.
“Fuck yes, momma,” he drawled, taking a fistful of hair and bringing their mouths together again. America was slowly acclimating to the device, forcing himself not to lose himself in the pleasure of the vibrations or the thrill of the head it radiated. He focused on her hot mouth yielding to his and the ridges of her palette as his tongue invaded. She was driving him crazy and he didn’t think he’d last much longer. He could feel her start to give and drop her guard and he kept right on kissing her. America was coy, keeping his posture the same, mind a whirl waiting for just the right moment. Canada moaned, letting him lead the dance, her grip on the remote loosening just enough for him to release the hold on her sweat dampened hair and seize it. He broke the kiss and her eyes went wide as she realized that she’d lost her advantage. She twisted, turning to stand and bolt as America turned the heat off and the intensity down to a manageable level. He tossed the remote over his shoulder hearing the soft thud as it landed on the bed.
She was fast but he was faster, and America grabbed her ankle just as she made to scramble to her feet.
“Going somewhere, momma?” he asked with a wicked grin and she looked at him with an exciting mixture of fear and eager anticipation. Canada was still as she lowered herself back down to both knees looking over her shoulder at him. “I bet you liked that, didn’t you?” he asked with a deceptively mild expression not loosening his grip in the slightest. She smiled back unrepentantly and sucked her fingers; her own taste often fascinated and aroused her.
“You know I did, Al.” He chuckled as they looked at each other at a seeming impasse. “So, you gonna let go?” she asked with a calculating look, “or do I have to play dirty?”