Chocolate Flap Jacks

Canadian's Curl

I sat on the bed in one of Canada’s red silk button ups. It was undone – except for one button – and my bra and panties showed in the opening. My hair draped about my head as I waited for Mathew. We had decide tonight was the night we would try again and I was excited to finally make love with a man rather than just have s*x.

Canada came into the room in just a towel, drying his hair with another. He looked at me and blushed hard. “I… um…”

“You’ve never done this before?” I smiled knowingly. I was Canada’s first everything. I was his first girlfriend and his first kiss, and now I would be the one to pop his cheery.

He shook his head in response and picked a DVD up. “I… um… I tried to prepare…” He set it back on the night stand. “…because I didn’t really know how…”

“Good, then you know how s*x woks.”

“Ey… yeah.” He closed his eyes and his curl twitched slightly.

I smiled a more inviting smile. “Come here, Mathew…” I cooed.

He came over and sat on the bed. “How… how do…”

His question was cut off by a small moan when I touched his c**k through the towel. I rubbed a little, eliciting more small moans from him. “Oh my, Canada… you’re not nearly hard enough yet, are you?” I straddled him as he laid back on the bed, still moaning softly with every movement. I undid his towel, leaving it under us, and saw he was bigger than I had expected… by a lot. I began grinding my lace undies against him member, pulling moan after moan from the young man. I undid the button on my shirt and pulled it off, throwing it to the side.

I leaned forward to kiss Mathew. I pressed my lips to his and allowed him to take charge of the exploratory mission of my mouth this time. I pulled my hands through his hair and brushed against his curl. His kiss grew in strength and confidence as I did so and I could feel him erect just below me. I pulled away from his lips. “Looks like I did something right,” I teased as I sat back on his thighs.

Canada sat up and tugged at my underwear. He didn’t say anything, just gave a low growling noise. I sat up on my knees and pulled my bra off and my panties down before I leaned against him again. I didn’t let him in right away because I wasn’t ready yet. I kissed him again as I stretched myself to take him in. I ran my free hand through his hair again. “Ready?” I asked breathlessly. I finished stretching myself and sat up, positioning myself just over his d**k. I ran my hand through Mathew’s hair once last time, toughing the curl again.

Mathew didn’t respond verbally. Instead he grabbed my hips roughly and slammed me down onto him causing me to yell out from the sudden impact. He released a loud, throaty moan but didn’t try to move me. As rough as he had been a mere second ago, this was still his first time so I wasn’t too surprised he didn’t know how to pleasure himself.

I began to bounce lightly on his c**k, never loosing contact with him inside of me. I moaned with each hit and threw my head back. He hadn’t dawn his name from my lips yet but he had figured out what was happening and how to make it keep going. I bounced faster, pulling sharper moans from me as my speed increased. I felt myself tighten around Canada and I came.

Cum spilled out of me and covered Mathew’s d**k as I screamed, “Gah! Mathew! Yes! Ah!” I didn’t stop bouncing. Suddenly I was picked up and flipped over.

“My turn…” Canada whispered into my ear as he dropped me down on his bed. One of his hands was tangled in his curl. He leaned down, pressing our lips together and untangling his curl from his fingers to play with my own.

Almost the moment he touched my curl, I knew why Canada was being like this. I had been teasing his curl and now that he was dominate he was teasing mine. It caused for an instinctual and animalistic urge to course through my body as my hunger for him grew. I wanted to get him off so badly since I had already done so once but from the submissive position there wasn’t much I could do.

Canada kissed my neck and sat up right again. He began to thrust into my v****a going as far as hitting my cervix and making me c*m again and again, each one more extravagant that the other as my back arched against the Canadian on top of me. With each time I came, more and more c*m spilled out of my neither regions. I was so tight around Canada at that point that I felt him tighten inside me before his seed was released deep inside me, causing my biggest and most pleasure filled orgasm of the hour.

“Ah! Kinder! I- I love you, Kinder!” Mathew screamed out. He rode out the orgasm and pulled out, collapsing beside me.

With a tired smile I laid my head on his chest for a moment before moving to kiss him again. As out lips met I felt my energy being restored and I wanted to go again. The best part was that the way Canada kissed back, he did too. I pulled away for a second and looked down at his d**k. I had felt it get softer while he was inside me but now he was rock hard again. “Well I must be perfect then huh?” I moved so that my head was above his c**k and smiled at him.

“Ey, Kinder? What are you doing?” Canada asked, slightly nervous.

I smiled hungrily. “Don’t worry, Maple leaf. You’ll like this…” With one hand I teased Canada’s d**k. He grunted and squirmed slightly. I kissed the kip of his c**k before liking up his shaft from the base. I took his d**k into my mouth and began to suck his c**k. I went deeper until he reached the back of my throat. With one hand I steadied myself and with the other I fingered myself so I could get off too. I pushed my head to go further down, deep throating Canada. I released all over my hand as I sucked Mathew’s d**k.

Canada was continually moaning and calling my name. His breathing was heavy and we were both beginning to get noticeably sweaty. “Kinder I- I’m gonna…” His back arched into me as I deep throated him again, forcing him even further down my throat as he released him c*m into my throat. I took my mouth away his d**k as I jazzed on my hand again. I swallowed hard with a smile. I crawled back up to Mathew and laid on his chest.

He smiled and teased my curl. “Are you done now, babe?”

“I don’t think I’ll ever be done if you keep playing with that,” I said, my face hot.

“Then maybe we should go once more, eh?” he teased.

“You must really like this…” I smiled. “You’re French is showing in the worst possible way.”

He smiled at me. “So is yours.”

I snuggled into him. “Good…” I laughed.

“Uh oh…” Canada murmured as his stopped tugging at my curl in an attempt to make me cream again.

I looked up at him. “What’s wrong, babe?”

“We’re stuck…” Canada said.

“What do you mean?” I asked as I attempted to sit up.

“Don’t.” Canada said, stopping me from sitting up any more. “Our curls are knotted.”

“Oh great… now what?” I asked. “We can’t move more than a few inches apart and we’re both naked.”

“I think we’re going to have to call someone for help… I can’t undo the knot.”

“Guess we’ve got to put something one then…” I reached for the clothes I had pulled off. I grabbed the bra by the strap and the silk shirt from their resting spot on our bed. I pulled my bra between us and put my arms through the straps. “Can you get the buckle?”

Canada reached around my torso and clasped the buckle. “W- Who do we call?”

“Um… not America. He’ll tease us and just make it worse.” I pulled the silk shirt on my arms but ended up pulling against our curls while moving. I moaned lightly wishing we could get apart so I could move to relieve the both of us.

“Or France, ey…” Canada reached up and did a few of the buttons up on the shirt. “It would be extremely embarrassing for Papa to see me this way…”

“Don’t want your Daddy to know you got laid?”

“Would you?”

“I don’t care if Brother Germany finds out and he’s the closest thing I’ve got to a dad.”

“This knot is pretty bad… maybe we should call two people to figure this out, ey?”

I sighed and laid tight to him again. “I don’t know. I can’t see it myself. It’s too close to my head… no matter who we call, we’ve got to cover you up some too.”

“I think we can do that…” Mathew sat up, causing me to sit up too, and kept his head low enough that he wouldn’t pull our curls. He reached into his nightstand and pulled out a pair of boxers that appeared to be made of the Canadian flag.

I giggled. “Do you always keep underwear in your nightstand?”

“Actually I keep all of my underwear in my nightstand.”

“That’s a little weird.”

“It’s saving us right now… can you reach your underwear?”

“If you lean forward I might be able to reach the edge of the lace…” I straddled Canada’s hips as he leaned forward and I reached out for the panties. “Got ‘em.”

Canada sat back down and grabbed his phone. “So, who do we call?”

“Let’s call Germany and… um… I don’t know… Spain maybe? He has to deal with Romano so maybe he’s had to do this sort of thing before.”

“Sound’s good, ey.” He dialed up the two men and requested they come over without going into detail. He hung up and looked at me. “Now the next challenge.” He lifted his boxers. “How do we get these on?”