Re: America/fem!Canada Cherry Pie 8/?
anonymous
September 1 2010, 01:54:56 UTC
He peered over Texas at her, a small unseen smile on his face. She was so sexy when she crossed her arms under those lovely tits. Her panties were stilled balled up in one fist and he couldn’t help but feel proud at that. Yeah, he was definitely firing up the sexy lady rims tonight. He closed the laptop and then turned on up the red white and blue neon undercarriage lights and then the stereo. “Cherry Pie” started blaring from the custom sound system and Canada squeaked as the bass made the bench seat vibrate. You’re gonna pay for this Al, she thought as she fastened the lapbelt. So help me.
She was always amazed that America never got pulled over with the tricked out old muscle car. She was sure the tinted windows and light violated half a dozen state ordinances. For some reason America seemed to have what England called “The devil’s own luck” and there were times Canada believed it. As they pulled onto the highway -America singing along rather impressively- she glanced over with a smirk. Two could definitely play this game!
Slowly and quietly, she unbuckled the seatbelt and threw her panties in back. Usually Canada was far more safety conscious, but an exception could be made in dire circumstances. She only hoped that he wouldn’t swerve off the road and crash; she’d never hear the end of it if the car was wrecked. The large bench seat was a godsend in situations like this and she was glad that America’s legs were long. There was plenty of room for her to squeeze in between him and the steering wheel and she worked quickly, careful as she unzipped his jeans her left leg neatly folded underneath her.
America looked down his eyes going wide as she freed his cock. “Shit Mattie what are you-“ He looked up and nearly avoided driving into the guardrail. “Better watch the road, Al,” she replied sweetly as she began to stroke him. He groaned above her swearing. His legs squirmed and she smirked. Payback’s a bitch, ain’t it jerk? She pushed back the foreskin, squirming some herself as the large swollen cockhead emerged and for one crazy moment she contemplated begging him to pull over so they could- “God, Mattie are you gonna suck it or look at it all day,” America growled as his hands gripped the steering wheel far too tightly.
She shot an annoyed glance upwards before bending over and laving her tongue around the circumference of his shaft. Her breath was hot on his cock and she was panting as she worshipped the thick length. She jerked him as she licked, her saliva allowing her soft hand to pump him fast. America bit his lip and turned the cruise control on, his foot erratic on the accelerator. “God Mattie, suck, please suck it,” he moaned as he tried to focus on the dotted white lines on the road. His hands were loose on the wheel and he thanked god the alignment was perfect. She put a hand on his hip to hold him still and then with a smoldering look upwards took his entire length into her hot mouth.
She gripped the base hard and her teeth scraped over his foreskin and down. He meant to say “watch the teeth, Mattie” but could only manage a stammered and flushed “T-tee-tee…” because fuck if that somehow didn’t drive him wild. He swallowed- his mouth was suddenly dry- and whimpered when he felt her throat convulse. Is she really fucking humming "O Canada"? he wondered for a wild moment. “Mmmm” she hummed and moaned squeezing her thighs together tightly as she held him deep in her throat. She ached and needed and in a moment of odd twin pornographic zen she heard him whisper, “Fuck Mattie, I wanna fuck you so badly.”
She shifted in her seat, and pulled back. Her tongue circled and teased the leaking head of his cock while her fist continued to pump him fast and hard. He felt as if he’d break the steering wheel and he was thankful there wasn’t a lot of traffic because try as he might he wasn’t exactly maintaining the lane perfectly. She teased him with her index finger and then worked the digit underneath between his slick cockhead and foreskin. America howled as she massaged him and in a moment she felt the warning rumble strip as he nearly went off the road. C’mon, Al, I know you can stay in control. I’ll even up the stakes further…
Re: America/fem!Canada Cherry Pie 8/?
anonymous
September 1 2010, 02:29:30 UTC
*squirms happily* I'm with one of the above anons - possessive partners is one of my biggest, most secret kinks and you're hitting it so beautifully. ♥ (And asdjkf you're including smell and taste, having them turned on by it instead of "Canada smells like sunshine and raspberries, and oh, aren't her nipples hard?". *flail* I melt into a pile of very happy goo every time Alfred licks off his fingers. D:)
And I don't think I've seen that headcanon about nation-appearances before, but it'd go a long way to explaining why there are so many blonds. XD
Re: America/fem!Canada Cherry Pie 8/?
anonymous
September 1 2010, 13:01:11 UTC
I... I don't have words for this fill. I didn't expect much of it, but it's so AMAZING. I love the dynamic you have here where both are possessive. They just have different ways of expressing it (I have to wonder if Canada was REALLY that passive or if America is just remembering it wrong XD). I can't wait for the next update.
Re: America/fem!Canada Cherry Pie 8/?
anonymous
September 1 2010, 22:46:40 UTC
I would love to give you the kind of feedback this deserves, anon, and hope I will have the time to come back and do so someday soon. In the meantime, keep it up. This is some of the hottest sex I've read on this meme, no lies <3
She was always amazed that America never got pulled over with the tricked out old muscle car. She was sure the tinted windows and light violated half a dozen state ordinances. For some reason America seemed to have what England called “The devil’s own luck” and there were times Canada believed it. As they pulled onto the highway -America singing along rather impressively- she glanced over with a smirk. Two could definitely play this game!
Slowly and quietly, she unbuckled the seatbelt and threw her panties in back. Usually Canada was far more safety conscious, but an exception could be made in dire circumstances. She only hoped that he wouldn’t swerve off the road and crash; she’d never hear the end of it if the car was wrecked. The large bench seat was a godsend in situations like this and she was glad that America’s legs were long. There was plenty of room for her to squeeze in between him and the steering wheel and she worked quickly, careful as she unzipped his jeans her left leg neatly folded underneath her.
America looked down his eyes going wide as she freed his cock.
“Shit Mattie what are you-“ He looked up and nearly avoided driving into the guardrail.
“Better watch the road, Al,” she replied sweetly as she began to stroke him. He groaned above her swearing. His legs squirmed and she smirked. Payback’s a bitch, ain’t it jerk? She pushed back the foreskin, squirming some herself as the large swollen cockhead emerged and for one crazy moment she contemplated begging him to pull over so they could-
“God, Mattie are you gonna suck it or look at it all day,” America growled as his hands gripped the steering wheel far too tightly.
She shot an annoyed glance upwards before bending over and laving her tongue around the circumference of his shaft. Her breath was hot on his cock and she was panting as she worshipped the thick length. She jerked him as she licked, her saliva allowing her soft hand to pump him fast. America bit his lip and turned the cruise control on, his foot erratic on the accelerator.
“God Mattie, suck, please suck it,” he moaned as he tried to focus on the dotted white lines on the road. His hands were loose on the wheel and he thanked god the alignment was perfect. She put a hand on his hip to hold him still and then with a smoldering look upwards took his entire length into her hot mouth.
She gripped the base hard and her teeth scraped over his foreskin and down.
He meant to say “watch the teeth, Mattie” but could only manage a stammered and flushed “T-tee-tee…” because fuck if that somehow didn’t drive him wild. He swallowed- his mouth was suddenly dry- and whimpered when he felt her throat convulse. Is she really fucking humming "O Canada"? he wondered for a wild moment.
“Mmmm” she hummed and moaned squeezing her thighs together tightly as she held him deep in her throat. She ached and needed and in a moment of odd twin pornographic zen she heard him whisper,
“Fuck Mattie, I wanna fuck you so badly.”
She shifted in her seat, and pulled back. Her tongue circled and teased the leaking head of his cock while her fist continued to pump him fast and hard. He felt as if he’d break the steering wheel and he was thankful there wasn’t a lot of traffic because try as he might he wasn’t exactly maintaining the lane perfectly. She teased him with her index finger and then worked the digit underneath between his slick cockhead and foreskin. America howled as she massaged him and in a moment she felt the warning rumble strip as he nearly went off the road. C’mon, Al, I know you can stay in control. I’ll even up the stakes further…
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And I don't think I've seen that headcanon about nation-appearances before, but it'd go a long way to explaining why there are so many blonds. XD
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