Service With A Smile 3c/3
anonymous
June 5 2011, 05:16:14 UTC
When Canada decided he wasn't going to suddenly bite anything he shouldn't, he resumed licking his brother. After another deep breath, he sucked the head into his mouth. America made gasps and mewls of pleasure as Canada lapped at the underside and suckled gently.
Russia drew out and thrust back in, startling Canada, forcing his body forward and America's cock deeper. He felt a moment of panic as he gagged slightly, but firmly told himself America would not appreciate secondhand poutine on his genitals, and got his gag reflex under control. Russia thrust again, and Canada gave a muffled moan.
“Ah... see?” America said with a groan. “I told you he'd enjoy it.”
Canada whimpered, wanting to sink into the floor and disappear. Now they thought he was a whore! Never mind that he had two cocks inside him and it kind of did feel good... Well, Russia's did, he couldn't very well say the one in his mouth felt good, and... Russia thrust again and hit that spot and Canada's train of thought completely derailed. His concern about his appearance and reputation diminished as pleasure washed through him, and he moaned without (much) shame around America's cock.
He worked his mouth as best he could, suckling and swallowing around America. He didn't even have to worry about moving his head too much, the movements of Russia and America's hips doing that for him. The three of them set up a steady pace together, as well as created a symphony of sound with their moans and cries.
Then Russia's hand wrapped around his cock underneath the apron and Canada saw stars. Even if his jaw ached, his straining, leaking erection was being gripped and stroked, and Russia's big cock was sliding in and out of him, filling him completely, rubbing against his prostate. Canada had never felt anything so incredible.
“N-no fair,” America gasped. “You get his ass and his dick first?”
“That is right.”
“Yeah, well... his mouth is awesome. Sucks to be you.”
“Oh yes. Poor me, how I suffer. A-ah...”
Russia gave a particularly hard thrust, squeezing Canada's cock, and it was just too much. Canada groaned and whimpered as he came all over Russia's hand, the apron, himself, and the cushion beneath him. He trembled as the large hand milked out every last drop.
“Th-that is nice,” Russia said, removing his hand. “So tight.”
Sagging weakly, Canada remembered that he was neglecting his duties. He drew back, suckling as he went, lapping again at the head when it left his mouth. America made interesting noises as Canada took his cock in again, swallowing it completely.
Behind him came a low, rumbling groan. He felt Russia's thick cock twitch, and then he was filled with sticky warmth. Russia continued to thrust shallowly as his semen continued to spill out deep within Canada, then finally pulled out.
America followed not long later, and though he choked a bit, Canada managed to swallow every drop.
It wasn't until all the tingling had faded and his pulse had calmed down that Canada was again overwhelmed by what they had done, and he curled up in a very red-faced ball.
“Wow,” America panted from where he was collapsed on the couch. “And that was just the first, vanilla round.”
Russia grunted in agreement, kneeling on the floor still. “Five more days.”
“We'll have to get creative!”
Canada's entire body burned with embarrassment. God, he was a whore! Every end of his body throbbed, and he was laying in his own...
“Oh.” America brightened as Canada removed the apron. “Are you ready for more so soon? No offense, bro, but... uh... you don't look ready.”
“I just cleaned this place,” Canada said. “Now it's dirty again! I'm going to toss this in the laundry, then scrub that cushion, then take a bath.”
Russia drew out and thrust back in, startling Canada, forcing his body forward and America's cock deeper. He felt a moment of panic as he gagged slightly, but firmly told himself America would not appreciate secondhand poutine on his genitals, and got his gag reflex under control. Russia thrust again, and Canada gave a muffled moan.
“Ah... see?” America said with a groan. “I told you he'd enjoy it.”
Canada whimpered, wanting to sink into the floor and disappear. Now they thought he was a whore! Never mind that he had two cocks inside him and it kind of did feel good... Well, Russia's did, he couldn't very well say the one in his mouth felt good, and... Russia thrust again and hit that spot and Canada's train of thought completely derailed. His concern about his appearance and reputation diminished as pleasure washed through him, and he moaned without (much) shame around America's cock.
He worked his mouth as best he could, suckling and swallowing around America. He didn't even have to worry about moving his head too much, the movements of Russia and America's hips doing that for him. The three of them set up a steady pace together, as well as created a symphony of sound with their moans and cries.
Then Russia's hand wrapped around his cock underneath the apron and Canada saw stars. Even if his jaw ached, his straining, leaking erection was being gripped and stroked, and Russia's big cock was sliding in and out of him, filling him completely, rubbing against his prostate. Canada had never felt anything so incredible.
“N-no fair,” America gasped. “You get his ass and his dick first?”
“That is right.”
“Yeah, well... his mouth is awesome. Sucks to be you.”
“Oh yes. Poor me, how I suffer. A-ah...”
Russia gave a particularly hard thrust, squeezing Canada's cock, and it was just too much. Canada groaned and whimpered as he came all over Russia's hand, the apron, himself, and the cushion beneath him. He trembled as the large hand milked out every last drop.
“Th-that is nice,” Russia said, removing his hand. “So tight.”
Sagging weakly, Canada remembered that he was neglecting his duties. He drew back, suckling as he went, lapping again at the head when it left his mouth. America made interesting noises as Canada took his cock in again, swallowing it completely.
Behind him came a low, rumbling groan. He felt Russia's thick cock twitch, and then he was filled with sticky warmth. Russia continued to thrust shallowly as his semen continued to spill out deep within Canada, then finally pulled out.
America followed not long later, and though he choked a bit, Canada managed to swallow every drop.
It wasn't until all the tingling had faded and his pulse had calmed down that Canada was again overwhelmed by what they had done, and he curled up in a very red-faced ball.
“Wow,” America panted from where he was collapsed on the couch. “And that was just the first, vanilla round.”
Russia grunted in agreement, kneeling on the floor still. “Five more days.”
“We'll have to get creative!”
Canada's entire body burned with embarrassment. God, he was a whore! Every end of his body throbbed, and he was laying in his own...
“Oh.” America brightened as Canada removed the apron. “Are you ready for more so soon? No offense, bro, but... uh... you don't look ready.”
“I just cleaned this place,” Canada said. “Now it's dirty again! I'm going to toss this in the laundry, then scrub that cushion, then take a bath.”
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