So shirtless: compared to what all I’ve gone through in the past few months, it’s pretty tame. Kinda like when I was working on the farm... Actually, lets not think about that. Though, I still need to look up that Appaloosa Traders place, and see if I can get a hat.

“Can you eat daisy burgers?” Lemon asked.

“No,” I lied. If I never eat another one of those, I’ll be happy. “Lettuce, tofu, bread, pasta, and most fruit are all good.”

“No grass?”

“I don’t have the teeth to chew it. Sprouts and young wheatgrass are yummy though.”

‘Hmm...” Lemon pondered a moment. “Okay, I know a place we can go.”

Walking down the street, I stayed hip to shoulder with Lemon, letting my hand rest on her crest. My job here was to be arm-candy, so I played it up as best I could. We were getting a few looks, nothing special really, but Lemon seemed to be eating the attention up.

She ended up taking me to a little hummus place. The food was okay, but the total lack of texture left me craving something crunchy. While we waited for our meal, my first instinct was to ask Lemon about her work; to get her talking. Instead I took a lesson from Winter, and told her a story about where I grew up. I felt like I was talking too much, but she seemed to be genuinely interested. That and she made a game of snaking her tail around my thigh, trying make me lose track of what I was saying: which I did several times.

Leaving the restaurant, we headed back to the House, but I wasn’t quite ready to take her back to my room yet. We were both pretty horny by the time we left the restaurant. Sex was going happen pretty much as soon as we were behind closed doors. Not that I had a problem with that, but I wanted to make sure she got her money’s worth out of the day. I figured a quiet stroll alone would be a good way to calm down before going inside and screwing each other's brains out.

Passing through the gates, I nudged Lemon off the path and towards the sprawling gardens.

Real estate up here on the mountain was a premium, so there wasn’t more than four acres to the property, but careful landscaping made it feel three times that size. You could never really see more than a few yards in any one direction, and the winding paths made you feel like you were always discovering some new little corner of the garden.

We explored the trails for quite a while. A bit longer than I thought we would actually. The late day was a perfect time to wander around between the trees, shrubs, and flowers. The air was warm, but the sun was low enough that it had lost most of its heat. It made for a perfect place to idly chat and enjoy each other's company.

It really was a beautiful and expertly designed place for a romantic walk. Rounding a rose-covered fence, we found ourselves in front of a little brook that we had heard for a while, but hadn't seen yet. Thick clover covered the ground here, and mimosa trees heavy with flowers ringed the little clearing.

“Wow, this is pretty,” I said looking around.

“Want to sit down?” Lemon asked, already tucking her legs beneath her.

“Sure,” I said with a smile. Sitting down, I leaned against her and joined in watching the water brook babble.

After a few moments, Lemon shifted just a bit beside me. Looking down, I was met with a kiss. Not the soft peck of before, this was a deep, searching kiss. I was a bit surprised, but I leaned into it. She moved again and a hoof pulled me to the ground. Oddly enough, the first thing that ran through my mind was thinking how soft the clover was to lay on.

A nip at my shoulder brought my mind back to the ball of pure lust that I was tangled up in. I relaxed the best I could into the sudden make-out session. Between trying to not roll into the creek, and keeping an ear open for other ponies, I couldn’t completely let myself go.

Not that I wasn’t getting into it. Rolling around we explored each other's bodies. I got a good gasp out of her when I pressed my knee into the little space between her breasts and pubic bone. Just adolescent dry-humping really, but apparently an advanced technique for ponies. With just a little motion, I could tease both nipples and clitorus. Damp warth told me I would have a wet spot on my pants when we stood back up, but I’d call it a badge for a job well done.

In the midst of a particularly long kiss, I decided to test something I had read in the romance novel. Reaching down to the base of her tail, I pressed hard on her dock.

Lemon gasped. “Oh stars!”

I thought I had really messed up for a moment. She peeled away from my embrace as if she couldn’t stand fast enough. I stared on in confusion as she spun in place, and presented her backside to me with her tail lifted.

“Fuck me. Fuck me now,” she said, looking over her shoulder. There was a look in her eyes that intimidated me just a bit.

Half standing, I looked around to see if anyone was watching. “Shouldn’t we-”

“Please...” Her eyes begged me along with her voice. I was certainly game, but the idea of someone finding us had me nervous. My mixed desire and hesitance must have been obvious. After a second, she gave me a devil’s smile and waggled her hips. “It’s okay, ponies have sex out here all the time.”

Well... what’s the worst trouble I could get into? Peeling out of my clothes in record time, I got behind Lemon, much the same way I had Rose. Lemon tensed with anticipation as I grabbed her stifles, and lined myself up.

Oddly enough, there was a bit of nostalgia in this. It had been a decade since I had fooled around outside, or in a car for that matter. I hadn't been old enough to drink, the last time I had dropped my pants in a park. Not that is was a regular occurrence in my life back then, but it was one of the few places we could get alone time. I wonder what ever happened to her. Last I heard, she had followed a guy out to Wyoming.

Enough of my wool gathering, I had a mare to plow. A very eager one too by the feel of things. Her wet and swollen lips let me slide in to the hilt on my first thrust. My mind buzzed with pleasure as I paused inside her. Her sex was hot to the point of nearly being painful, and I could already feel her arousal running down my leg. It was almost too much too fast for me. So balls deep in her, I stayed as still as I could for a moment; letting myself desensitise a bit.

She seemed content with me simply being in her for now—mumbling incoherently as I scratched my nails across her spine; then cutie mark. Once I had myself under control, I grabbed her hips, and gave a full stroke.

“Yes!” she hissed, her front legs buckling, leaving her ass up in the air from me.

Having a bit more room with this new position, I took full advantage of it. She groaned when I placed the palm of one hand on her dock. She squealed when I used the other hand to toy with her clit. I was quickly learning something new about Lemon Cake: she was a screamer.

She ground her hips against me, trying to generate some thrusting action on her own, so I took the hint, and started going at her.

“Harder!” she yelled.

Still holding her by dock and clit, I picked up the pace. Going my full length, I slapped against her as hard as I could, and still stay upright. The groan that came out of her wasn’t a sound I heard a pony make before. It was deep, feral, and kinda exciting. The slap of wet flesh against flesh filled the clearing along with the groans and squeals of Lemon. The good thing about vocal girls, is that it’s really easy to tell what they like. I slowed down my rhythm, but pressed twice as hard when we met. She wasn’t getting much out of the clit play, so I left it to explore her nearby nipples.

That’s when I learned something else about Lemon: she has really sensitive nipples. When I rolled one between thumb and forefinger, the scream of pleasure rang my ears. Her body went rigid, the trembled in my grasp. I also had a very wet lap all of a sudden.

After the orgasm faded, she toppled over, my erection falling out of her as we tumbled to the ground. “Oh... that was good,” she said between breaths. Cuddling up to me she nuzzled my neck and ran a hoof down my chest. She gave me a worried look when she found me still hard. “You didn’t finish?” she asked.

“It’s okay,” I said, giving her a kiss on the nose. Really it was. Sure, I was horny as hell, but it wasn’t like I would have the chance to fix that either myself, or with a mare tomorrow.

“Nonsense,” she said, giving me a grin. Rising to her hooves she sat herself back down between my legs. A moment later and she again had me in her mouth. I couldn’t help but groan as she worked her magic. There are things mares and do with their mouth, that no human could even try, and she was doing them all to me right now.

Her eyes smiled up at me as I writhed in pleasure, then her horn lit. I wasn’t in a state of mind to be curious, or I would have asked her what she was doing. The answer came soon enough as I felt a tingling around my butt, then a throbbing pressure against my prostate.

I really couldn’t form coherent thoughts after that. My hips started to rock on their own as my back arched. I could feel the orgasm coming, but it seemed to take forever to get there. The build up had almost turned painful before one last bob of her head sent me careening over the edge. She never stopped working my cock as I ejaculated into her, giving me a happy hum as I orgasmed.

Once my twitching had stopped, she lifted her head, and smiled at me. “How was that?”

“Holy god...” I panted, still not quite able to think. “You’re good at that.”

She snickered at me, then moved so she could lay her head on my chest. We laid there and cuddled till we were both nodding in and out of sleep. “Well,” Lemon said, standing up. “I should be heading home. Thank you for a wonderful day.”

Sitting up, I tried to guess the time. The sun was still up, so it couldn’t be much bast six. “You still have a few hours. I can make you a drink, or some tea.”

Smiling, she again nuzzled my neck as I started to stand. “Thank you, but I’m okay. I need to run a few errands before it’s too late.”

“Well, okay,” I said, slipping on my sandals, and picking up my clothes. ‘At least let me walk you to the gate.”

“That would be nice,” she said with a warm smile.

I was happy to see that sadness for earlier gone. Rolling my pants and underwear up, I held them in one hand, while resting the other on Lemon.

“Not putting that back on?”

“Na, going to hit the shower in a minute.”

We past a few studs and clients on the way to the gate. They all gave us knowing looks, but they were smiles and friendly snickers. Lemon seemed to take it as a compliment, so I did too.

Saying goodbye to her at the gate, I waited for her to trot out of sight before making my way to the bathhouse. Passing Rose on the way through the halls, I thought she was going to say something about me being nude, but what ever she was thinking, she kept to herself.

Behind the main building, some grunting from the working bathhouse told me a session was going on in there... No, something was off, that was not one or even two voices I was hearing. Curiosity got the better of me, I had to look.

Peering around the open door, I was greeted with the sights and smells of a full blown gang bang in progress: one mare, and about five stallions. I tried to duck back out without being seen, but a familiar voice spoke up from behind me.

“Hey Shane,” Spinner said. “Heard your first session went well.”

“Yeah, I think a lot of ponies heard it,” I said, stepping away from the door.

Spinner laughed and patted me on the back with a wing. “We all get loud ones every now and then. Poor Clay Shoe, he got an opera singer once.” Spinner shook his head at the memory. “Was def in one ear for a week”

I winced. “Ouch.”

“Yeah ouch. Anyway, I’m going to get in on this breeding party, want to join?”

I again chanced a look at the scene inside. A new stallion was just mounting the mare. She certainly seemed to be enjoying it, so more power to her. “Breeding party?”

“Oh, you haven’t done one yet... forgot. Yeah, they’re optional. It’s part of the house charter though. If a mare wants to get pregnant, she can get one free day at the House a year, while she’s in heat.”

“So it turns into an orgy?”

“Some times,” he said far too chipper.

“Think I’ll pass.”

“No problem. See ya around.” Turing, he practically skipped to join the line behind the mare.

Leaving that behind me, I finally got to the shower. Several stallions were already in here, chatting and washing themselves. Setting my cloths on a shelf, I walked back to the showers. “Hey guys,” I called, joining their ranks under the water. “Anyone up for hitting a bar after work?”