Well fuck. He ran a finger down either side, unable to help marveling at this natural lubrication, and started acquainting himself with the intimate area female anatomy. Russia knelt above him, a bored look slowly settling in her face. This is so unfair. How the hell am I supposed to do this? Feeling a stab of failure, he started randomly poking and prodding at different places, shooting glancing looks to Russia’s face for any sign of change. Damnit- this is bullshit. I can take my truck apart and put it back together but I can’t find- Russia stiffened suddenly, a hissing breath sucked in-between her lips. Bingo. So…I just touch here and- Russia stilled again, a shudder of pleasure ran through her.
Feeling a surge of victory flush through him, America focused on that one spot and poked, rubbed, touched it incessantly. Within moments, the once cool, calm, collected Russia was turned into a twisting, breathless mess. Pressing a hand to the mattress for support, she reached down and pushed his fingers away. America peered up at her, confused for a moment before she moved back down to his waist. Lifting herself up, Russia gazed down at him and reached for America’s length, grasping it and aiming it upward.
“Ready?” She purred at him, her voice turning husky and heavily accented. “I get to take your virginity again…”
America nodded, and shifted his hips upward. Russia narrowed her eyes at his impatience, but lowered herself on him until she was fully seated. Both gasping at the mutual surge of pleasure, America reached up to clench Russia’s womanly, mature hips. It felt…different. Warmer- no… he couldn’t put a word to it. It was hot and wet…the muscles clenching him in different places… and suddenly Russia rolled her hips and America couldn’t think the differences anymore. The dance started slowly, Russia rolling and twisting her hips, causing America to plunge deep inside her at different angles and speeds, but soon America gripped her hips, his fingers digging into the flesh, and the dance grew frenzied.
Russia planted her hands to America’s chest for leverage as he partially lifted her and jack-knifed his hips upward, plunging himself inside that wet heat. Gasps and moans filled the room, skin slapping against skin piercing the air, breathless whispers barely audible over the creaking of the bed frame, the squeaking of the mattress, the sweaty movement. Russia slammed herself down on him, pushing him deeper and deeper into the mattress until she froze, her spine arching, her eyes closing and lips parting in a silent ’o’. The hot, wet walls clutching him suddenly bore down and tightened around him like a vise; it was all it took to push him over the edge. A gasping shout tore itself from his throat as he released himself inside Russia, who was still shuddering and lazily rolling her hips against him. Leaning forward, she raised her hips just enough to allow him to pop out, and then collapsed to the bed, sliding off of America to lie beside him.
The two simply lay there and sucked down lung-fulls of oxygen for a long moment before Russia reached over to the nightstand where the alien ray gun lay, picked it up, pointed to her chest and fire. After the purple steam cleared, the male Russia lay beside America once more. It only took two seconds before America crossed the distance between to succumb to his guilty pleasure of post-coital cuddling, pressing a line of kisses up Russia’s defined collarbone, the dip in his neck, over his jaw and finally their lips met, and Russia allowed a moment of slow, lazy kissing. America couldn’t help but feel a surge of desire stab at his chest. Russia as a female might be lovely…but…it was the male Russia he’d come to hold feelings for. America hummed a sigh and kissed him again, enjoying the feel of Russia’s hard, muscular chest against his roaming hands.
The barrel of a gun was suddenly pressed to his temple.
Better Living With Alien Ray Guns (3c/?)
Feeling a surge of victory flush through him, America focused on that one spot and poked, rubbed, touched it incessantly. Within moments, the once cool, calm, collected Russia was turned into a twisting, breathless mess. Pressing a hand to the mattress for support, she reached down and pushed his fingers away. America peered up at her, confused for a moment before she moved back down to his waist. Lifting herself up, Russia gazed down at him and reached for America’s length, grasping it and aiming it upward.
“Ready?” She purred at him, her voice turning husky and heavily accented. “I get to take your virginity again…”
America nodded, and shifted his hips upward. Russia narrowed her eyes at his impatience, but lowered herself on him until she was fully seated. Both gasping at the mutual surge of pleasure, America reached up to clench Russia’s womanly, mature hips. It felt…different. Warmer- no… he couldn’t put a word to it. It was hot and wet…the muscles clenching him in different places… and suddenly Russia rolled her hips and America couldn’t think the differences anymore. The dance started slowly, Russia rolling and twisting her hips, causing America to plunge deep inside her at different angles and speeds, but soon America gripped her hips, his fingers digging into the flesh, and the dance grew frenzied.
Russia planted her hands to America’s chest for leverage as he partially lifted her and jack-knifed his hips upward, plunging himself inside that wet heat. Gasps and moans filled the room, skin slapping against skin piercing the air, breathless whispers barely audible over the creaking of the bed frame, the squeaking of the mattress, the sweaty movement. Russia slammed herself down on him, pushing him deeper and deeper into the mattress until she froze, her spine arching, her eyes closing and lips parting in a silent ’o’. The hot, wet walls clutching him suddenly bore down and tightened around him like a vise; it was all it took to push him over the edge. A gasping shout tore itself from his throat as he released himself inside Russia, who was still shuddering and lazily rolling her hips against him. Leaning forward, she raised her hips just enough to allow him to pop out, and then collapsed to the bed, sliding off of America to lie beside him.
The two simply lay there and sucked down lung-fulls of oxygen for a long moment before Russia reached over to the nightstand where the alien ray gun lay, picked it up, pointed to her chest and fire. After the purple steam cleared, the male Russia lay beside America once more. It only took two seconds before America crossed the distance between to succumb to his guilty pleasure of post-coital cuddling, pressing a line of kisses up Russia’s defined collarbone, the dip in his neck, over his jaw and finally their lips met, and Russia allowed a moment of slow, lazy kissing. America couldn’t help but feel a surge of desire stab at his chest. Russia as a female might be lovely…but…it was the male Russia he’d come to hold feelings for. America hummed a sigh and kissed him again, enjoying the feel of Russia’s hard, muscular chest against his roaming hands.
The barrel of a gun was suddenly pressed to his temple.