Something you can do with a pipe
anonymous
August 13 2009, 02:49:23 UTC
Here's a shorty for ya. Anon apoligizes in advance for the fail. -.-;
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He'd always wondered what it was like.
Intrigued, Russia gripped the infamous pipe in his hand, turning it, inspecting the half-distorted reflection of a violet iris in the shiny material. He gazed long and hard, all alone in his cold bedroom, pondering.
That eye, as he stared down a quivering Lithuania. Quivering, until the large nation got ahold of him. He would seize the brunette, stripping him of clothing joyfully before leaping in on him. Sometimes he would use a lubricant, sometimes not. But either way, it was heaven as he would roughly pound into the smaller nation. Feeling the insides of his victim clenching around him as Liet nearly thrashed in ecstasy... it did feel good...
But Russia wanted to try some of that pleasure for himself.
The man could have gone to any of the nations for help, but he was wary of letting anybody discover the submissive half of Mother Russia. That, he figured, was a job for another day. So, he settled on the one friend he could trust the most.
He had it grasped right it one gloved hand.
Ever calmly, Russia laid himself upon the bed and began to undo his pants. He then threw them aside and tried to figure out how to position himself. He figured leaning back would do, as that was the easiest way to hold his chosen implement. With one hand he reached between his legs and spread himself, locating his small, sensitive orifice. Stroking it lightly, it tickled and he smiled playfully.
Already starting to blush with arousal he concentrated on the hand with the pipe. He held it tight, positioning it at his entrance. He didn't bother to moisten himself with anything; it was always when there was little or no lubricant that his subordinates would scream the most, so he assumed that would be the most pleasurable.
Excitedly he began to penetrate himself with the object. It was icy and hard inside of him, and with a touch of surprise, it hurt. He was discomforted for a moment, but eagerly urged himself onward. He thrust the cold pipe deeper inside, this time wrapping a hand around his lenghth. He rubbed and massaged it as he accustomed himself to the penetration. Before he knew it he was rock hard, and as his arousal grew, so did the force at which he thrust his makeshift toy into himself.
Before long Russia was letting out throaty moans as he practically impaled his entrance with the pipe, fucking himself with the metal harder and harder. He enjoyed it; the penetration led to the ecstatic waves within him. He moaned, and his milky seed was shot spontaneously upon himself.
He lay there, panting, laying the pipe aside as blush adorned his cheeks. He grinned with excitement, amazed at how he enjoyed this.
From the fun he'd had from screwing with a pipe alone, Russia remained formulating his next experiment... little Liet in his thoughts.
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He'd always wondered what it was like.
Intrigued, Russia gripped the infamous pipe in his hand, turning it, inspecting the half-distorted reflection of a violet iris in the shiny material. He gazed long and hard, all alone in his cold bedroom, pondering.
That eye, as he stared down a quivering Lithuania. Quivering, until the large nation got ahold of him. He would seize the brunette, stripping him of clothing joyfully before leaping in on him. Sometimes he would use a lubricant, sometimes not. But either way, it was heaven as he would roughly pound into the smaller nation. Feeling the insides of his victim clenching around him as Liet nearly thrashed in ecstasy... it did feel good...
But Russia wanted to try some of that pleasure for himself.
The man could have gone to any of the nations for help, but he was wary of letting anybody discover the submissive half of Mother Russia. That, he figured, was a job for another day. So, he settled on the one friend he could trust the most.
He had it grasped right it one gloved hand.
Ever calmly, Russia laid himself upon the bed and began to undo his pants. He then threw them aside and tried to figure out how to position himself. He figured leaning back would do, as that was the easiest way to hold his chosen implement. With one hand he reached between his legs and spread himself, locating his small, sensitive orifice. Stroking it lightly, it tickled and he smiled playfully.
Already starting to blush with arousal he concentrated on the hand with the pipe. He held it tight, positioning it at his entrance. He didn't bother to moisten himself with anything; it was always when there was little or no lubricant that his subordinates would scream the most, so he assumed that would be the most pleasurable.
Excitedly he began to penetrate himself with the object. It was icy and hard inside of him, and with a touch of surprise, it hurt. He was discomforted for a moment, but eagerly urged himself onward. He thrust the cold pipe deeper inside, this time wrapping a hand around his lenghth. He rubbed and massaged it as he accustomed himself to the penetration. Before he knew it he was rock hard, and as his arousal grew, so did the force at which he thrust his makeshift toy into himself.
Before long Russia was letting out throaty moans as he practically impaled his entrance with the pipe, fucking himself with the metal harder and harder. He enjoyed it; the penetration led to the ecstatic waves within him. He moaned, and his milky seed was shot spontaneously upon himself.
He lay there, panting, laying the pipe aside as blush adorned his cheeks. He grinned with excitement, amazed at how he enjoyed this.
From the fun he'd had from screwing with a pipe alone, Russia remained formulating his next experiment... little Liet in his thoughts.
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