Chapter 110

As it turns out, Twilight Sparkle was a feisty one.

True to her word, she certainly made no promises as far a biting; in the few minutes since we’d began our make-out, she’d already nipped my bottom lip more than once, as well as my tongue, making me somewhat reluctant to slip it into her mouth. Not that it mattered; she had no problem bringing hers into mine.

Her stature was very small—noticeably smaller than Rarity, both in height and build. She was built very similar to Fluttershy, in fact, minus the height and generous bust—not that hers was completely non-existent; from what I could see, she appeared to have a very cute little pair of breasts hiding under that bra of hers, but it was difficult to see exactly how big they really were. Only time and a few less garments would tell for sure.

Her arms were still hooked around the back of my neck, her feather-light frame hanging tenaciously from me as she massaged my lips with hers, panting deeply through her nose, eyes closed. Her body pressed against me, her stomach grinding against the tent in the front of my pants; her shirt was unbuttoned and spread open, which allowed her heat to soak from that smooth skin, through my shirt and into mine.

I had no idea what to think. This was Twilight after all: a total fucking nerd, always played it straight, very polite and well-spoken, and as it turned out, possessed an incredibly nimble and very delicious tongue. The prospect of having sex with this girl a second time wasn’t an unwelcome one; she was a pretty little thing after all, with lovely, soft skin of a lavender so vibrant it almost glowed under the florescent lights of the shop, and though I was never a big fan of bangs like hers, I did enjoy those cute coils that hung in front of her ears, not to mention that bun on the back of her head, which gave her a geeky-innocence that was irresistibly adorable.

Though I knew that Fluttershy and Rarity had established their lack of insecurity over things like this, I nonetheless had a lingering worry in the back of my mind that they might be upset with me if they found out I was having sex with one of their friends. Perhaps centuries of witnessing many a scorned woman had conditioned me to think this way, or perhaps it was simply because Twilight was largely uncharted territory—at least, this side of Twilight certainly was.

Even in such an amorous mood, however, it became apparent that the lavender girl must also have been thinking about the other girls when she broke the several minute long make-out to whisper something, which I took as a way of reminding herself that what we were about to do was acceptable.

After her lips separated from mine with a moist smack, Twilight exhaled against my face and then angled her head to lean in and kiss my throat. “Fluttershy was right,” —she paused to give my shoulder a gentle bite— “about this… connection we all share now that we’ve changed, and how... we have this ‘confortableness’ with each other…” She licked the spot she’d just bit. “It really is beautiful.”

I exhaled slowly as her lips grazed my adam’s apple on the way to the other side of my neck, where she continued to kiss and nibble away at my skin.

“Yeah…”

There wasn’t much more I cared to say.

Twilight, however, continued to speak between nibbles. “Just… the simple fact that we —all of us— can… engage in things like this anytime, without the worry of someone else feeling upset or betrayed, without the burden of ending up with a child…” A small nip to my earlobe. “This is no longer an act of procreation; its only purpose now is pleasure, to connect our bodies, to please each other for no reason other than to enjoy it… which is exactly what I intend to do; the way I should have done it in the first place.”

“And…” I paused to clear my throat as her lips tickled my neck. “You’re… um… sure this is what you want?”

Twilight pulled back suddenly and placed her hands on my shoulders. “Oh, absolutely.” She stood on her tip-toes and came closer to nip at my bottom lip. Then she turned to her left, appraising the hood of the old Diplomat from our position by the rear door, and after a thoughtful lick of her lips, she took my hand and led me around the hoist to the front of the car.

I watched her as I followed; that dark, violet shirt flowed behind her as she hurried us to the next location, occasionally fluttering high enough to grant me a glimpse of her round little backside, which was wrapped so tightly in those light gray pants they might just as well have been painted on.

Once in front of the car, she stood back and gestured for me to sit on the hood. Being suspended on the hoist, the Diplomat sat higher than it normally would on the ground, placing me at exactly her standing height when I sat.

Twilight closed in swiftly, placing her tiny, warm hands on my cheeks as she closed her eyes and kissed my lips, then exhaled against my face. “It’s true what the others said: that you’ve been giving off some kind of… something, ever since you got back from the mission.” She shook her head, pulling herself closer. “I wouldn’t say it’s a pheromone or anything like that; it’s definitely not chemical based at all, rather, it’s something… energetic. Whatever it is,” —her eyes widened with lust— “it is extremely appealing.”

I smirked reflexively as she closed her eyes and stroked my cheekbone with the tip of her nose. “Maybe it’s my dickish charm?”

Twilight gave a quick, sharp exhale. “Honestly? I couldn’t care less what it is. All I know is that I really want you, Golds. I want you right now.”

The conversation ended when the lavender girl once again connected our lips with passionate verve. She sent her tongue into my mouth to meet mine and they danced and played together, swirling up a hurricane of sweet saliva and throaty moans as I reached into her shirt and placed my hands on her little waist. Her skin was smooth, soft and hot against my palms, inviting me to slide them around to her back so I could pull her closer.

She pushed against my shoulders with her hands, signalling me to lie back on the cool, metal hood. As I did, she pulled herself in top of me, straddling my hips as she continued to dip into my mouth, licking every square inch of my tongue to memorize my flavour while her body began to grind against mine, running on pure instinct.

After finally breaking the kiss, Twilight sat upright and leaned on my chest with her hands. She gyrated her hips, grinding her warmth against the stiff bulge in my pants—a rather salacious act for the lavender nerd, one that sent a warm shiver of excitement through us both, knowing there were only a few thin layers of fabric separating us.

After letting a soft moan escape through her teeth, Twilight took her hands from my chest and peeled the nearly weightless shirt from her shoulders, slipped it down her arms and then tossed it over my head, where it landed softly on the windshield.

Mesmerized, I gazed up at the mauve beauty; her exposed skin flooded my vision with even more of that vibrant colour, and I watched intently as she reached behind her head and pulled loose the tie that kept her hair in that tight bun.

Those long, straight locks fell free, flowing wildly around her as she shook her head to set it free. Twilight’s hungry, violet eyes locked onto me next; her hair settled and draped across her back, covering her shoulders with those soft curtains of navy, accented by that offset strip of bright pink.

She bit her lip and gazed amorously at me, inviting me to come back for another taste of her soft, sweet lips. Unable to resist, I sat up and wrapped my arms around the small of her back, bringing our mouths together for another feast. Her elbows found themselves resting gently on my shoulders, her delicate fingers running through the hair on the back of my head as she laced her tongue around mine once again, bringing another dose of her saliva into my mouth.

Meanwhile, my fingertips traced ticklish lines up her back until I found the clasp of her bra, stretched tight between her shoulder blades. A soft moan transferred from her throat to my mouth when she realised what I was doing, but she made no attempt to stop me, even when I released the tiny hooks one-at-a-time, letting the beige garment snap loose and fall away from her chest.

Twilight broke the kiss and sat up to slip the lacy fabric from her arms and toss it aside, revealing a lovely pair of pert little breasts. They were somewhat smaller than what I was used to seeing, but even so, they stood proudly on her chest, her nipples projecting forward into the cool air of the shop. Her areolas were hardly darker than the lavender that surrounded them, and it was easier, in fact, to discern their borders by the tiny little bumps that ran the perimeter of each one.

Their size and lack of swaying or jiggling made them appear deceptively firm, like a pair of unripe fruits; but when my hands inevitably found themselves cupped over them, I was pleasantly surprised by two warm handfuls of very soft tissue that squished and molded to the shape of my grip—aside, of course, from the firm points at the center of each, poking into my palms.

With a deep inhale, Twilight tipped her head back and licked her lips when I shifted my hands to the sides and traced circles around those firm little buds with my thumbs, after which I leaned in and closed my lips over one of them. My tongue swirled around it while I sucked gently, drawing that throbbing nub deeper inside. It wasn’t long before I noticed I was able to draw most of Twilight’s breast into my mouth, causing her to nuzzle her cheek against the top of my head and moan softly as my warmth enveloped her soft flesh, my tongue teasing its tingly center. I found having the ability to do this rather enjoyable; even though they lacked the mass that some of the other girls possessed, her breasts were still quite beautiful, and wonderful as any to play with.

Once I’d decided her left nipple had had enough stimulation, I pulled back gently and let it pop from my mouth, but instead of switching to the other one immediately, I hooked one arm around her waist and flipped her onto her back, laying her bare skin against the cold metal hood.

“Oh!” She yelped at the unexpected move, as well as the cool shock against her back—although it wasn’t long before the heat of her skin conducted itself into the old metal, making her new position comfortable in short order as I climbed over her, kissing her navel and flat belly before making my way upwards. The pull of gravity had all but hidden her breasts in this position; they had spread outwards and sank into her chest, leaving her nipples standing all by their lonesome until I used my hands to gather up some of the soft tissue, squeezing them upward so I could feast on the second breast as she began to thrust her hips forward, grinding her mound against my stomach.

Twilight’s breathing continued to elevate, her senses sparking up a fire that spread across her skin as my lips and tongue —and occasionally my teeth— stimulated her breast, while I gently pinched the other bud with my thumb and finger, using the saliva left behind to lubricate her skin as I spun it back and forth like a dial.

After a few moments of this, I released her from my lips, but lingered just long enough to trace her areola with the tip of my tongue, after which I flicked that rock-hard nipple several times, causing her breath to hitch more than once, her muscles tensing each time I struck her with that warm, fast sensation.

Snickering at her reaction, I climbed higher and buried my mouth in the crook of her neck, kissing and nibbling at her soft, tender throat. This prompted a quick shrug and a soft squeal as my stubble scraped against her skin, followed by a hum of delight as my lips traveled up her neck and nipped at her earlobe, her warm hands gripping my shoulders as I worked.

Next, I brought my lips to her jaw line and left a dotted line of kisses across her cheek; when I reached her mouth, we locked lips and traded tongues once again, renewing each other’s flavours for a brief moment before I broke the kiss and rose from her. She breathed heavily and watched as I dragged my fingertips down her chest, over her breasts and down to her navel.

I stood in front of the car and appraised the half-nude girl before me; her long, dark hair fanned out across the hood, little hands fondling little breasts, eyes closed and mouth open as she panted with excitement, causing her chest to swell with each breath.

The only things she wore now were the light gray tights and a pair of dressy loafers. My eyes drifted downward, figuring the next article to be removed, and I came upon the waistband of those pants, stretched tightly around her hips. As I traveled lower yet, my breath stood still and my loins churned wildly at what I saw next: in the crotch of those skintight pants was a vertical stripe, darkened by moisture that had seeped from the excitement between her legs and soaked into the light-coloured fabric.

Hooooly shit, that’s hot… Without hesitating, I brought my face down and grazed the tip of my nose against that moist streak, sniffing her musky scent as she arched her hips upward, pushing her mound against my face. The scent of Twilight’s arousal set me on fire, and after sampling the sweet flavour of her saliva so many times already, I suddenly found myself ravenous, eager to find out how she tasted on the other end.

After I’d hooked my fingers over the top of those tights, Twilight responded quickly by lifting her hips so I could peel them down over her slender curves, panties and all. I fiddled briefly with them once they were around her ankles, but impatience won the day and I ended up simply yanking her shoes off, followed by her pants, which I threw past her to join the rest of her clothes on the windshield.

Twilight then rested her heels on the bumper, her knees elevated slightly as she separated her thighs, presenting her ladyhood while I slipped my shirt over my head to toss it aside.

I brought my eyes back to the petite, naked young woman sprawled out before me, taking in the sight of her inviting anatomy, recalling memories from that warm August day in Rarity’s bathroom. As Twilight relaxed a little more, her legs sank outwards, which in turn caused her to further open up.

I had forgotten about the dark blue hair. A thin layer of it covered her mound, but was trimmed down to a uniform length, leaving it just long enough to avoid being picky or rough, but still thin enough to see through. Below that was a pair of thick, mauve lips, her fleshy hood protruding from between them; glistening folds tipped with dark purple that transitioned into a bright pink within, where her clit and the entrance into the warmth beyond resided, coated with moisture and waiting eagerly to be serviced.

I hooked my arms under her knees and lifted her legs slightly, curling her hips upward for a better angle to eat her from. As I brought my face down, however, she sat up without warning, leaning on her elbows.

“Whoa… what are you doing?” she panted.

I looked up at her, surprised. “I was gonna go down on you. Is that OK, or...?”

She licked her lips and then swallowed. “Well… yeah, but… I thought you didn’t like doing that? I mean, last time, you wouldn’t…”

“Oh…” I gave my head a quick shake. “No, I just… I was caught off-guard, that’s all. You, like… showed up out of nowhere, wanting to fuck; and I barely knew you then, so…”

She relaxed a bit. “Oh, well… yeah, I... guess I can’t fault you for that.”

“So… is it cool if I go ahead?” I asked as she laid back, her breasts disappearing into her chest again.

She nodded and exhaled, looking up at the ceiling. “Sure, yeah.” She lifted her head to look at me once more. “Just… I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to, OK?”

I looked at her sideways. “Hey… you said ‘no inhibitions,’ did you not?”

Twilight paused, her eyes darting side-to-side. “Uhh, I… guess I did?”

I gave a single nod. “Alright. Lay down and let me eat your pussy then.”

She hesitated for a split second, then she laid back. “Fine, fine,” she said, followed by a deep breath, exhaling through pursed lips as she stared at the metal ceiling.

Leaning against the car, I glanced down at the delicious-looking orchid before me, taking in the heady scent of the arousal that soaked those dark, violet petals. I came down and flicked the delicate hood with my tongue, intending only to sample her flavour at first. Her legs jumped within my grip, her breath hitching when that first tease hit her. The taste of her nectar was quite mild, with a creamy smoothness that was fairly similar to the other girls, but with just enough distinction to make it Twilight’s own.

Hungry for more, I leaned down again and traced the tips of her minoras with my tongue one-at-a-time, tasting more of her arousal as I mapped-out and memorised every one of her most private details. She arched her hips upward in search of more, her body quivering with excitement as the first waves of bliss gently washed over her.

I moved in for a direct assault next, licking the entire length of her vulva from bottom to top, coating my tongue in a slick layer of her fluid. Her body reacted vigorously; a sharp breath drew inward and her head arched back, eyes shut firmly as I circled and drilled her clit with the tip of my tongue, then closed my lips around those soft, fleshy frills to suck the flavour from them.

A pair of small, purple hands combed their fingers through my hair and then gripped it as I worked, her soft coos of delight filling the shop as I drew her supple folds into my mouth and batted at them with my tongue, torturing her clit with relentless, rapid flicks, licks and swirls. Her hips arched up again as her body began to stiffen, her voice elevating in pitch with every sound she made.

“Ohh…” She bit her lip. “Unngh!” Her head went back, mouth opening wide to draw a lungful of air. “OOHHH!” She stiffened and shook, lifting her head again to look down at me as an orgasm quickly approached; her fingertips dug firmly into my scalp, feeling the sensation rise each time my tongue snaked into her warm depths to swirl itself around, tasting the most intimate place in her body before returning to the surface to lap away at her buzzing clit.

With her arms reaching down to my head, they had the affect of cradling her petite breasts between them, making them visible again. The sweet little nubs that sat atop each one pointed excitedly towards the ceiling, hard as glass and throbbing with excitement.

“Aaaahh…” she sang, brows furrowing deeply. “Gol-… Gol-… I’m gonna…” —her muscles tensed even more— “OOOHHH!”

When the climax finally caught up with her, Twilight quivered and threw her head back, howling in ecstasy while I kept my lips sealed over her crease, feeling her throb against my tongue as it continued its quick laps around her clit.

The sensation quickly overwhelmed her, and she twisted her body to the side in a desperate attempt to find respite, only to have her hips held down against the hood as her quivering, seeping flesh was electrified by my busy tongue. She gripped the top of my head in desperation, then —realising physical resistance was useless— brought her hands up and pressed the heels of her palms to her eyelids to endure what remained of the orgasm, her body spasming so violently it caused the car to rattle on the hoist.

“OK!... OK!” she gasped, her chest heaving in synch with her pleas for mercy, unsure if she really wanted it. “That’s good! You got it… you got it…”

Her womanhood slowly calmed itself as the orgasm faded, leaving her in a tingling, twitching, wet mess. By then, I had eased away from the assault and was gently running my tongue up and down the length of her crease, feeling and tasting every soft, fleshy detail as I passed over them, letting her gradually float down from that perfect pinnacle of sensation, that wondrous blast of bliss. I changed my methods and began to kiss her, dropping several smooches on those soft layers, to which she let a long, relaxed moan slip free of her throat.

With one last flick of my tongue, making her jump and hitch her breath, I stood upright to look at Twilight; her arms were sprawled outward, her head and shoulders surrounded by that all-encompassing swath of navy blue hair, accented by those thin, pink strands shattered throughout the one side. Her bangs were twisted and disheveled, granting a rare view of her forehead, making her look somewhat unfamiliar as those violet eyes gazed dreamily at the ceiling, sparkling with satisfaction.

I placed my hands on her knees to draw her attention. “Well?”

After a short pause, Twilight’s eyes rolled back and then she closed them. “Oohhh… so good. So, so good.” She opened her eyes again and sat up slightly, leaning on the hood with one elbow while reaching for me with her other hand. “Come here.”

I complied and leaned closer to her. As soon as I was within reach, her hand hooked itself around the back of my neck and yanked me down with all its might to connect our lips. Her tongue swept in briefly, but then she pulled back when she realised the strange flavour she could taste was herself. I let my forehead rest against hers as she smacked her lips tentatively, analyzing her own flavour, wondering if tasting something so naughty was really for her.

It wasn’t long before she must have decided it was, and she slammed her lips against mine again, sending her tongue into my mouth to lick her juices from it—and to thank it for a job well done. My lips were slippery, and the coating was spread onto hers in short order, causing her mouth to slide around my face in a wild fit of passion, her tongue darting out haphazardly, sometimes tickling my lips, other times missing and jabbing the corner of my mouth.

The make-out session had clearly rekindled a wildfire in her; Twilight Sparkle was ready for the next round.

She broke the kiss and, keeping our foreheads together, panted her hot breath into my mouth as she reached down and clawed at my pants. Her shaky fingers tried frantically to unclip my belt, but their dexterity was lost in the heat of the moment. So, with no patience left, Twilight splayed her fingers and engulfed the leather strap in a small field of magenta, snapping the belt in two.

As the deafening pop echoed through the large room, the lavender girl quickly pulled the button free and yanked my zipper down, followed by my pants and shorts. She gasped when she saw my length bounce free, and was quick to wrap her little fingers around it to give it a squeeze; a bead of clear fluid gushed from the tip, running down over her thumb, warming it.

“Oh my gosh,” she whispered as she stroked me, using the pre-ejaculate to lubricate the head, which she pumped slowly but firmly, sending breathtaking jolts of electricity through me. “I want you so bad,” she whispered, before kissing my lips again. “I want you inside me—no, I need you inside me... right now.”

“Alright, alright,” I said, giving her tasty lips one last peck before straightening up to look down upon her.

Twilight released my erection and brought her hand to her mouth, wrapping her lips around the webbing between her thumb and forefinger to suck my juices from it. While she did this, I hooked my hands under her thighs and pulled her towards me. Her skin squealed noisily along the smooth metal as I dragged her backside to the edge and then set the tip of my length against her slit, wiggling it around until the head was nestled comfortably between those dark, purple folds. Their moist, tender warmth felt like heaven, tempting me to thrust forward, but I forced myself to hold my position and look up into that pair of desperate, violet eyes.

“You ready?”

After a deep inhale, she nodded. “Please... do it.”

Placing my hands on the hood on both sides of Twilight, I leaned over her and pushed forward, watching the ridge slip in and disappear between those violet petals, followed by inch-after-wonderful-inch of that long, stiff trunk.

Her eyes closed and her back arched, prompting me to stop about halfway in. “Ohh!” she gasped, biting her lip. “More please,” she begged politely, knowing there was a lot left, waiting to come inside.

I exhaled, paused, then pushed forward the rest of the way, stopping only when our laps came together to share their warmth.

Twilight’s eyes popped open when she felt my entire length housed within her, soaked right down to the base with her soothing heat and slick moisture. “Oh wow!” she hollered, reaching up to grab my shoulders. “Big penis!”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at the observation. Even after countless comments from the other ladies about my size, I could never wrap my head around what they thought was so outstanding about it; I’d always considered myself to be of a ‘respectable’ size, though certainly nothing to break any records with. But hey, if they were enjoying it, then who was I to argue?

I leaned down and planted a kiss on those mauve lips. “Did you miss it, Twi?”

“Oh my gosh,” she replied quickly, pressing a palm to her temple for an incredulous shake of her head. “So much,” she panted, lowering her voice to whisper quietly to herself. “Big penis, big penis…”

With another snicker, I buried my lips in the crook of her neck and nibbled at her skin as I pulled my hips back and then gave the small, vibrantly-coloured girl a hearty thrust, eliciting a gasp and a shrill cry of delight from her, followed by another thrust and its accompanying yelp, prompting her to wrap her legs around my hips and hook her feet behind me.

Her interior was hot and drenched with arousal; it clenched down on me like a vise, stroking me firmly each time I forced my way back in. The sensation was intense, making my body shiver each time I felt her lovely depths glide along my length. I knew I wouldn’t last long like this, especially after engaging in such in-depth foreplay.

“Relax, Twi,” I whispered into her ear, before nibbling on it.

Her panting ceased momentarily when she swallowed. Then the next breath burst forth, followed by her reply. “I am.”

I snorted softly, shook my head and then continued to thrust into her, filling her tiny lavender body with that overwhelming, rigid girth each time our hips came together.

It wasn’t long before her limbs cinched down around me; her voice began to elevate, her breathing accelerating. “Oooooh boy, another… AH! Or-... OOOORRgasm coming!”

Only seconds passed before it struck her. That little body locked up beneath me and quivered violently while her depths —which I didn’t think could possibly get any tighter— squeezed down and pulsated rapidly, flooding her interior with a wave of fresh, hot fluid. Twilight howled like a wild animal, throwing her head back in ecstasy as her flesh came gleefully around my length, wrapping it firmly in that wonderful, hot bliss.

When the climax subsided, it left her so quickly it was almost unnerving; her spent body turned to putty beneath me, her arms and legs limp, barely maintaining their grip on me.

I rose to my elbows and leaned over Twilight to look at her. Her eyes were closed, lips parted slightly so she could breathe through them, and her hair was a frazzled mess. “How was that?” I asked.

Her eyes opened partway, slowly. Then she shook her head. “Pfffft… fuck.”

The reply made me laugh out loud, which in turn incited a soft giggle from her. I couldn’t recall if I’d ever heard Twilight drop an F-bomb before; nevertheless, it was a rare thing to witness and was quite entertaining, to say the least.

I looked down between us when I noticed she was still clenching down on my erection. In the short time that I’d been fucking her, I’d already noticed my own orgasm starting to wake—in fact, if she hadn’t came so unnaturally fast, this session might have been finished already. I decided to speak up about it. “Hey Twi? You need to loosen up down there or this is gonna be over in a hurry.”

Twilight’s eyes opened the rest of the way. She looked befuddled. “Huh?”

I paused, unsure of what she didn’t understand. Then I pointed down between us. “You, squeezing me with your pussy. I’m not gonna last long with you doing that.”

She shook her head. “I’m not squeezing you.”

I stared vacantly at her for a moment, prompting her decision to prove it to me.

“Here,” she said, biting her lip.

I felt her walls harden suddenly, clenching down even tighter.

“Now I’m squeezing you.”

“Uhh…” I took a moment, trying to wrap my mind around how tightly this girl was wrapped around my manhood without even trying, feeling her interior relax once again in the meantime.

Then it struck me; something I had learned about Twilight in Rarity’s bathroom all those months ago, which I had conveniently forgotten about until just now: her vagina was tight. Extremely tight, in fact, which made her a very difficult woman to make love to without bursting like a teenager having his first time with a girl.

I locked eyes with the lavender nerd. “You!”

She recoiled slightly, cocking a brow. “Me?”

I nodded. “You’ve got that fuckin super-tight pussy; I totally forgot about that.”

“Um… OK?” she replied meekly. Any better of a response had escaped her for the moment.

I rested my cheek in my palm, staring at the pile of clothes on the windshield as I wondered how long I’d be able to last if we continued. She was after a good romp, and while we were off to a solid start, I certainly didn’t want it to be over within the next minute or two. “Dammit…” I gave my head a shake, unsure of how this was going to work. “I never even thought about that; I probably should’ve fired one down the shitter before we started.”

Twilight grimaced and placed a hand over her brow, disgusted by the suggestion—or its wording, rather. “Wait! Wait wait wait,” she said, moving her hand away. “How is it that you were able to last so long last time?”

I shrugged. “No foreplay,” I said, to which she hummed and shifted her eyes to the side. “Like, you just showed up at Rare’s, came into the bathroom, slapped some KY on there and we were off to the races. Remember?”

Looking somewhat exasperated, Twilight pinched the bridge of her nose. “Yes, I do... now. OK, so… what do you wanna do?” She looked at me again. “Cuz… to be honest, I would really like to continue, if—I mean, if you can.”

I sighed, scratching the back of my head. “Well, not much we can do besides that. Unless you want me to go to the bathroom and-“

“NO!” She gripped my cheeks with her palms. “Don’t do that. Please. Just… I don’t want you to go.” She tightened her legs around me. “Please, just stay here and… uh, pound me into…” She paused, licking her bottom lip as she considered her wording. “Fragments. And... er, particles.“

I could help but laugh. Hearing a nerdy girl like Twilight trying to lure me back with sexy talk was so fucking cute it made my heart ache. “You mean dust. And don’t worry, Twi; I’m not going anywhere. Tell you what: let’s just keep on truckin and see what happens. I mean, I already know, but... you know.”

Twilight nodded. “Deal.” She wrapped her arms around the back of my neck and pulled me in for a warm, wet kiss.

I moved my hips again, withdrawing my length from her vice-like depths to thrust back in, starting the rhythmic pleasuring once again. Her interior had become significantly wetter since the orgasm, creating a lewd schlop sound each time I slid into her; the flood of girl-cum certainly helped our sex move quite literally like a well-oiled machine, allowing my ridged girth to glide through that tightness like it was nothing.

Unfortunately, however, it was starting to work a little too well. Twilight’s womanhood was just about the most efficient milking-machine one could imagine, and I could already feel the pressure beginning to build deep down, the pleasure at the tip laced with that familiar tingle.

Her eyes were closed, her legs quivering as they gripped my hips tightly; she panted loudly through pursed lips, but I could tell she was nowhere close to orgasm yet. Certainly not as close as I was.

I held out as long as I could, but that narrow heaven massaging my length proved to be too much to handle. Not wanting it to be over yet, I was forced to withdrawal before my swelling head burst and pumped her full of my seed.

“Ohh…” she groaned longingly, looking down at my glistening manhood as it throbbed and bounced above her abdomen, teetering on the brink of release.

“Sorry, Twi. I couldn’t,” I panted, shaking my head. “It’s too much.”

“It’s OK,” she replied softly, rubbing my shoulder. “Take your time.”

This comment made me feel a bit like a tool. I could tell that Twilight felt the need to coach me because she was worried I might feel inadequate, but she didn’t understand: I was good at pleasing women. I didn’t need coaching!

“I’m fine,” I said, letting pride get the better of me. “I just needed two seconds. I’m good to go now.”

“O... K,” Twilight replied dubiously as I aimed my sensitive head between those dark folds.

With a quick breath to prepare, I pushed against that pink center and sank back into those hot, ridiculously tight depths.

“Mmmmmm…” Twilight moaned as I connected our mouths again, knowing full well I’d already made a massive mistake by returning so soon. Only seconds passed before my erection was tingling out of control, my loins full of pressure and ready to unload inside the lavender girl.

Again, she was not even close to getting off.

I wanted to give her more. She needed more! She deserved it. I couldn’t finish after she’d only gone once; she propositioned me with the intention of having a wild ride—and dammit, I was going to give it to her.

Knowing it wasn’t going to happen this time, I withdrew again, drawing a desperate cry from Twilight. Looking down at that writhing, mauve body, I knew I couldn’t disappoint her, so I did the only thing I could think of: I gripped my length and pressed the less-sensitive bottom side of the shaft against her slit and stroked her with it, caressing that beautiful hood and the throbbing clit underneath. I picked up the pace and stoked her vigorously, using my length to pleasure her while keeping the sensitive head out of harm’s way. She moaned and writhed, combing her fingers through that navy hair to pull it firmly as she endured the sharp sensation that radiated from her slit.

An orgasm built up and released itself on the surface, like a bomb had been dropped between her legs, sending a shock wave of ecstasy across her goosebump-riddled skin. She shrieked and trembled uncontrollably, letting go of her hair to grab her breasts, pinching her nipples with her thumbs and forefingers.

I slowed the strokes when her climax appeared to fade, stopping only when Twilight’s body was totally relaxed, panting blissfully as she fondled herself. I released my length and rested my hands on her knees, leaving wet fingerprints on one of them.

“Good?” I asked, breathing heavily.

She nodded, closing her eyes. “Yeah… that was pretty good.” She licked her lips. “It’s just…”

My breathing stopped. “What?”

“I… I…” She hesitated, considering how she should word it. “I wish it could have been… inside.”

I hung my head, knowing I hadn’t satisfied her as well as I’d hoped. “Oh...” I sighed, rubbing her knee. “Sorry. I just... I couldn’t keep it up; that pussy is like a fuckin pinhole, man.”

She smiled briefly, then reached out with her hand to pat the sheet metal beside her. “It’s OK, Golds. Here. Why don’t you lay down and have a break?”

I glanced at the faded paint where she’d patted and sighed. Then I rolled my eyes. “Fine.”

After flopping down next to the lavender beauty, I stared at the ceiling in silence.

A short pause later, she reached over and took my hand to squeeze it gently.

“It was still good, Golds,” she said, “just… not quite like the first one.” She swallowed, combing her bangs with her fingertips to straighten them out. “Having that orgasm with you inside me was… I mean, it was amazing. There’s really no other way to describe it; it just blew my mind.” She turned her head to face me. “Even if we quit now, I’d still say this was some of the best sex I’ve ever had, so… you shouldn’t feel like you’ve let me down.”

I gave her a little smile in return, then placed a hand on my forehead. “Thanks. It’s just… I wanted to get you off at least once more—like... legit: with my dick inside you. And here I thought I was gonna be able to take you to the limit, like I do with the others. Especially Sunny.” I let a chuckle slip free. “She’s actually kind of a lightweight, you know? She can’t take much of it, especially when she’s cumming.”

“Yeah…” Twilight replied quietly. “Sunset’s been here for a lot of years, but she’s still getting used to her body. Apparently, her other one wasn’t quite so sensitive.”

“Hm… still.” I sighed and rubbed my chin. Then I glanced over at her. “You, Twi: are a very difficult person to fuck, especially if the dude you’re with expects to last any reasonable amount of time.”

Twilight ruminated. Slowly, a look of remorse crept into her features.

“What is it?” I asked, noticing her expression.

“I… I feel kind of bad now.”

“Aw…” I waved her off and faced the ceiling again. “It’s not your fault. We’ll just have to cut back on the foreplay next time.”

She shook her head. “No, it’s not that. I was thinking about Timber.”

“Who the fuck is Timber?”

“He… had trouble lasting, too; and I always dismissed it as being because of him,” she explained, closing her eyes and giving her head a shake. “I kept insisting that he was suffering from premature ejaculation, which would always upset him.”

I raised a finger at her. “I’m telling you right now, Twi: it was not his fault.”

She sighed, letting her breath escape through pursed lips as she scratched the top of her head. Then she glanced downwards, looking towards my manhood for a moment before her eyes crept back up to mine, followed by a mischievous smirk and another squeeze of my hand. “Why don’t I give it a try?”

“Huh?”

“Let me be on top,” Twilight suggested. “Maybe it’ll be… I don’t know… different? Besides, I… could really go for some more—I mean, if you don’t mind.”

I glanced down at myself, noticing I was still at full mast, having been deprived of the chance to unload.

“Heh…” I glanced back into those hungry, violet eyes. “What have we got to lose, right?”

“Exactly!” Twilight giggled as she rolled her little lavender body on top of mine, leaving a wet spot on the front of the car where her backside was. “OK…” she mumbled to herself as she straddled my hips and then reached down between us to grasp my length. Staring off beyond the roof of the car, she ran her tongue along the inside of her bottom lip as she rubbed my knob against that slippery crease, stopping only when she found the entrance to that tight, sultry hell.

Biting her lip, Twilight closed her eyes and let her weight settle onto me, allowing me to slip inside her once again. She descended slowly, engulfing me in that warm squeeze until her backside rested on my hips; she let a warm exhale blast against my face and placed her hands on either side of my head to lean on the hood. “Hoooooh!” she panted, closing her eyes as she waited for her body re-adjust to the penetration. “So much…” she whispered, opening her eyes again as her long, straight hair hung down and surrounded us in a dark curtain, which filled my senses with the faint scent of shampoo.

She began to move about, rocking her hips slowly at first, tickling my face with those navy coils that hung by her temples. Her interior was like an inferno —and sopping wet— noisily stroking my length with each curl of her slender hips. She sat up partway and leaned on my chest with her hands, taking me right to the hilt so she could grind her clit against my lap. Her breasts had just enough mass to sway in this position, inviting me to reach up and close my hands over them as she panted wildly, accelerating her thrusts with every passing second.

Twilight was a surprisingly skilled rider, and she was well on her way to an orgasm, which was simply inevitable with such a girth filling her depths, not to mention her clit raging against me so ferociously.

Unfortunately, it was not to be. I was still too sensitive, and she was far too heavenly for me to last. I gave it everything I had to hold out, but it was too tight and too slick, and just as the pressure moved out to the tip, I released her breast and tapped her thigh rapidly, signalling her to stop.

She did, but not without an exasperated groan, knowing that her own climax was within sight. “UGH!” she growled, raising her hands and closing her eyes after sitting straight up, impaling herself on my twitching length. “Alright, look… how about this? If the goal is to make me have another orgasm, why don’t you just go ahead and ejaculate and then we can start again; then you’ll be less sensitive, right?”

I nodded, letting my forearm lay across my eyes as I panted heavily, my heart pounding like a jackhammer while I concentrated on keeping the climax contained. Dangling tenaciously over the edge, even the slightest movement on Twilight’s part could still set it off and she would end up getting blasted—probably five feet into the air. As a matter of fact, I was fairly certain that some had already seeped from the tip; I could feel the heat from it, soaking its way down my shaft inside her.

“OK,” I said, moving my arm so I could look up at her. “At this point, I don’t think there’s much else we can do.” I gave her the nod to proceed. “Go for it, Twi.”

“Um,” she paused, touching a finger to her lip. “Actually, I… don’t want it inside. Yet.”

I stared blankly at her. “What?”

She put her hands on my chest again, tracing shapes with her fingertips. “I just… I’m not really a fan of… ’sloppy seconds,’” she explained. “It’s so… I don’t know…”

“Messy?” I offered.

She bit her lip thoughtfully, then replied. “Yeah, and it’s, well... thick.”

I furrowed my brows, staring at her breasts. “Thick…”

“You know,” she continued, struggling to explain it. “I mean, it makes the intercourse feel… vague, because, um… semen is so thick and slippery. I like to feel the details… of your… you know, inside me.” She sighed and shook her head. “I’m sorry, that probably doesn’t make any sense.”

I patted her thigh. “No, it’s fine, Twi. We can do it your way, but,” —I raised a finger— “If you don’t want me to cum inside then you’d better let me drive.”

Twilight nodded quickly. “You’re probably right. Go ahead.” She leaned to her left and slipped off of me, lying on her back in her original spot again. “And don’t worry, Golds: you can go inside me on the next one.”

“Sweet,” I said, standing in front of the car to hook my hands behind her knees, lifting her legs and holding them apart. “Alright, let’s do this. Heh! Shouldn’t take too long, right?”

“Nope!” she giggled and looked down, watching me place my head between her lips and then promptly disappearing into her. “Oh god!” she threw her head back, gasping with delight.

I went at her with fresh vigor; no more worry, free of the obligation to please—that was now reserved for round two. But first, I was entitled to a free release, and after so many false starts, I was more than eager to unleash this well-deserved load.

And I was right: it didn’t take long at all. The pressure in my loins skyrocketed quickly as I pumped Twilight’s impossibly tight depths, drawing a chorus of throaty howls from her while I brought that tantalising tingle to the surface, swelling, hardening…

Just as I was ready to blow, I withdrew and stood with the intention of turning away and using my hand to fire it into a nearby bucket of used motor oil. Before I had a chance to do any of that, however, Twilight slid swiftly from the hood and squatted in front of me, gripping my rock-hard member with both hands —one wrapped around the shaft, the other around the swollen head— and she proceeded to pump her fists without mercy. Intense waves of sensation shot through me as she stroked, which in turn drew the explosion forth in a matter of seconds.

Twilight gasped with excitement when she felt me jerk within her grip, her firm caress setting off a chain-reaction of thick, white threads that fired from the tip; the first one hit dead-center on her adam’s apple and ran down between her collarbones, the second strayed to one side, splashing her left collarbone and then running down over her little, jiggling breast.

Surprised by the volume being expelled, her eyes widened when she saw the third shot fire. She hadn’t expected this much of a mess and so she began to panic, wishing to avoid a gigantic soaking. This wasn’t quite what she was prepared for, so she made a snap decision to contain the mess the first way she could think of.

Gripping my shaft by the base, Twilight closed her lips around the head to catch the rest, overloading me with limitless pleasure while I overloaded her mouth with what seemed like gallons of that thick, hot fluid. She closed her eyes and moaned, furrowing her brows as more of that salty flavour permeated her taste buds with its smooth warmth.

She then opened her mouth and exhaled around my shaft, her bottom lip acting as a spout from which a heavy, white stream poured out and splattered across her right thigh. From there, it ran downward and dribbled down to the floor.

I was still squirting, however, and the next shot fired into the back of her throat as she breathed, making her cough rather suddenly. She hacked once or twice, then forced herself to seal her lips around the very tip to catch the weaker, final shots directly on her tongue.

She moaned softly, feeling the throbbing fade between her lips. Still holding me with both hands, she gave a firm suck to draw out any lingering cum, then slid her lips off the tip—the sensation of which caused me to shiver from head to toe.

Panting with satisfaction, I looked down at Twilight, my heart still racing as I watched her release me from her grip and cover her mouth with one hand, furrowing her brows as she gulped down what was left in her mouth.

“Jesus, Twi,” I chortled incredulously, “you have totally been watching porn.”

The lavender girl looked up at me with those purple eyes, revealing her throat, shoulders and chest, which were covered in a mess of thick, white webs. “That… was a lot more semen than I expected.”

I nodded. “Too much build-up, I guess.” I reached out to take her hand and help her to her feet.

Twilight sat on the car and took a deep breath. Then she flopped back, lying with her arms and hair sprawled across the hood, exhaling loudly.

I sat beside her and pulled my boots off, followed by my pants—which were still around my ankles. “Damn it.” I shook my head and chuckled. ”I thought I was supposed to rock your world tonight, not the other way around.” I turned towards her to study that dainty lavender figure; her breasts had sank into her chest again, leaving her hard nipples behind with several gobs of cum to keep them company.

She turned her head to look at me. “You liked that?”

I snorted and shook my head. “Liked? Fuck, that was awesome. You just blew my friggin mind, Twi.”

She smiled and licked her lips, then faced the ceiling again as her chest inflated with another big breath. “You did rock my world, Golds; just so we’re clear.”

I smirked, letting my eyes sneak down to gaze at her mound, studying the thin layer of dark blue hair on it.

“And,” she continued, “in a few minutes —or… whenever you’re ready— you can rock it again; even harder this time.”

I tore my eyes from her womanhood to glance at her with a brow raised.

She gave her shoulder a little shrug. “I mean, you’ll be desensitized now, so it should be smooth sailing from here, right?”

I pursed my lips and nodded in agreement. “Yeah, exactly. What could possibly go wrong?”