Chapter 33

It was about 9:00pm on Tuesday night. I was in the passenger seat of Fluttershy’s little SUV as she drove us into town through the deep, dark woods.

I was rubbing my brow, trying to process what my girlfriend had just told me.

“OK, just so I’m understanding this correctly,” I said, raising my hand as I looked over at her, “we’re going to Sunset’s apartment right now, aaaaaand... you want me to fuck her?”

“Mm-hm.”

“...Because she wants to become immortal; that right?”

“Yup, that’s right.” Fluttershy nodded quite matter-of-factly, watching the road through the windshield. Then she glanced over at me. “Um, well... actually, she wants you to fuck her. But not in a ‘lovey’ kind of way; more like a ‘she wants to live forever’ kind of, um, way.”

“Hm.” I furrowed my brows. “I didn’t know that ‘kind of way’ was a thing.”

“Oh... um, well, I guess it is.”

“Well it’s the first I’ve heard of it.”

She gave me a cute smirk and then took one hand from the wheel to hook her hair behind her ear. Then she brough her attention back to the road.

My eyes darted around the interior for a few seconds more, then I gave a quick shrug. “OK, well... I guess I can handle that,” I said, folding my arms across my chest. It wasn’t something really I needed my arm twisted into doing; Sunset was pretty attractive, after all. She wasn’t as girly as Fluttershy or Rarity, in fact she was actually quite intimidating by comparison, but still had a strong feminine beauty with smooth, olive skin and big, bright turquoise eyes—and that wildfire hair was definitely something to behold.

At last, we arrived at Sunset’s place, parked in the guest lot and entered the front foyer to buzz her suite.

As we waited, the phone’s ringing hummed from the intercom speaker, followed by a click, and then Sunset’s voice.

“Hey,” she said shortly as the inside door clicked, granting us access to the lobby.

Her voice sent a tingle up my spine. This is really happening; what the fuck. This is fuckin nuts, I thought, wondering what it was going to be like. Sunset’s demeanour was quite serious much of the time, and some of the things she said could be considered borderline dick-ish, so it was tough to imagine doing something as intimate having sex with her—plus, her being from another world might also make it something of an... interesting experience. Or maybe not.

I’d been wondering if she was even aroused by humans. Technically, one would think she should still be attracted to her own kind, even though she now existed in a human body. Wouldn’t her mind still be the same? I wasn’t quite sure how that worked; I honestly hadn’t given it much thought until just then.

We took the elevator up to her floor and made our way down that odd-smelling hall—always a prerequisite for any apartment building. Fluttershy stopped at Sunset’s door; I stood behind her. When my girlfriend knocked, I felt a pang of apprehension—and a small bit of shame in myself for the indulgence I was about to partake in, even though it was they who made the proposition to me. Even so, the anticipation built rapidly as I glanced down the hall, anxious about making eye contact with Sunset when she opened the door.

It seemed like an eternity before she answered. My skin became riddled with goosebumps when I heard the locks click one-by-one, followed by the sound of the door opening. I kept my eyes aimed down the hall, unable to face the red-head, even when I tasted her apartment’s inviting scent when it gushed silently into the hall.

Fluttershy spoke first. “Um, hi, Sunset. I didn’t know you still had those pyjamas.”

Eh? Overcome by curiously, I turned to look at Sunset, and my heart leapt when I saw her.

She was wearing faded and worn long-sleeved fuchsia PJs. A tribal sun was printed on the chest, with a red collar circling the neck; the top had slipped to the side a bit, exposing most of her left shoulder. The outfit wasn’t necessarily skintight, but it certainly hugged her form very well, showing off a surprisingly nice figure, to say nothing of the bulbous —and obviously braless— breasts she was sporting, which I was surprised could be hidden so well under that small leather jacket of hers.

Sunset chuckled at Fluttershy. “I didn’t know I still had them either; I just found them again after I moved in. They’re a little tighter in the ass than I remember though,” she said as she adjusted her waistband and stepped aside to let us in.

Fluttershy entered the apartment and then slipped her boots off. I stepped in after her, making brief contact with the turquoise eyes of Sunset as I followed my girlfriend’s lead and slid out of my own boots.

“It’s good to have you back, Golds,” Sunset said, smiling somewhat awkwardly.

“Oh, thanks,” I replied as she shut the door behind me. “It’s good to be back.”

Sunset leaned against the door and faced us, putting her hands behind her back. She chewed the inside of her cheek, like she wasn’t quite sure what to do.

“Um…” I said. “Thanks for being there for Fluttershy… when that asshole was there.”

Sunset locked eyes with me and took a short pause. “Oh... nah, it was nothing,” she said with a shrug, looking down at the floor.

“No, really… you saved our asses,” I insisted. “You have a gift, being able to think on your feet like that.”

Sunset’s cheeks darkened a tiny bit as she looked up at Fluttershy and me, then she smiled bashfully. After a tense few seconds, she gestured into her home. “You guys wanna sit?”

“Um, sure... OK,” Fluttershy replied, taking the suggestion for no reason other than not knowing what else to do.

Sunset’s apartment was pretty small, but it did the job of being a comfortable home for her.

Just past the foyer was a little round dinner table, and past that was the entrance to a small, but efficient-looking kitchen. Around the corner, to our immediate right was the bathroom. The main room, which started where the table sat, wrapped to the right and beyond, making the kitchen a self-contained booth on the left side of the apartment. A dark-coloured couch lived against the wall on the far right, facing the kitchen; there was a TV mounted on that wall, which provided the perfect viewing angle from the couch. If you were to sit on that couch and look to your left, you would see the doorway to Sunset’s bedroom, which was right next to the bathroom.

The place smelled nice, like it had just been cleaned. It was surprising actually; I’d always pictured Sunset as being one of those people who had a messy home—though it was entirely possible she’d just cleaned it in preparation for our visit.

The three of us sat on the couch. Fluttershy and I sat together at the left end, Sunset at the other. We were silent for a minute or two, finding ourselves at a loss for what to say. I had expected that my girlfriend, being the closet deviant that she is, would’ve had some kind of wild plan to get things rolling, but instead, she just looked like her usual shy self.

The whole situation was pretty damn awkward.

After a quiet cough, Sunset reached over her end of the couch, picked an acoustic guitar up from its stand and began to play it. Fluttershy and I listened as she played a shockingly fast riff—a skill that, frankly, I hadn’t expected her to possess. I watched her fingers dance around that fret board, her picking hand a blur as she stared unassumingly at the TV, like what she was doing was as second nature to her as breathing.

I recognized the riff immediately. “Is that ‘Master of Puppets?’” I asked, cocking a brow.

She stopped playing and turned to me with a vacant stare. “Oh… yeah.”

“That’s pretty amazing, Sunset. You were always such a good guitar player,” Fluttershy complimented.

Sunset smiled. “Thanks—although I could never be as good as Rainbow; she uses her magic to play super-fast,” she explained. “You should see it. There’s a reason she always played lead.”

“Hm.” I nodded. “I’m gonna have to get her to show me someday.”

Sunset nodded, raising her eyebrows. “You should.”

We sat for another minute, having let the conversation peter out. Finally, Sunset sighed and put the guitar down. “Alright, look: I’m sorry guys. I’m not really sure what I’m doing here.”

At last, she’d directly addressed the elephant in the room. I sat back and looked at the TV, feeling strangely relieved.

“What made you wanna do it, anyway?” I asked. “Why do you want to be like us?”

Sunset paused, chewing her lip. “Well, like... my mind-reading is great and all, but when shit hits the fan, I’m really not much help to the rest of you guys.”

I nodded, understanding her point; with the absence of physical enhancements, she would never be safe in an actual battle situation. “I see what you’re saying.”

“I’m just... not sure how to break the ice, is all—with... you know, this,” she confessed. “I’ve never really done anything like this before.”

Obviously, my girlfriend was having the same problem. Typically, once the ball was rolling, Fluttershy had an ‘everything goes’ attitude towards sex, but when she wasn’t aroused, she was just her normal demure self. Sunset didn’t even seem like the type who was interested in sex, but I really didn’t know her very well in that way, so I could have been wrong.

Sunset really hadn’t seen much intimacy in recent years. Her ex-boyfriend, Flash, had broken up with her for the second and final time while she was attending her first year of university, away in the big city. He had remained in Canterlot to work, and despite both of them intending to stay together after high school, the long-distance relationship proved to be too much and he finally decided to call it quits. In all honestly, it was a relief at that time, as it allowed her to focus on her studies.

The issue with this was that it left her physical needs unfulfilled, and she hadn’t realised how bad it was until she’d gotten hurt at the hands of that drunkard with the two-by-four, which eventually led to her idea of using me to become immortal so she wouldn’t have to worry about danger anymore. The more she thought about it, however, the more her thoughts shifted onto the act of sex itself, and it had became difficult to remember if the end goal was to become immortal, or to get laid.

But now here she was, with me, Fluttershy, and a means to an end. All she had to do was get it started and she could accomplish both goals at once.

Sunset put on a smile, resolving once and for all to get things moving. “Hey,” she said, “Too bad I don’t have a hot tub, eh? Heh…” she chuckled, reaching across the couch to nudge Fluttershy’s arm.

Fluttershy just blushed and looked down at the floor.

I glanced over at them, chewing the corner of my mouth. Yikes. Well, this is awkward, I thought to myself. Then my thoughts went back to those pyjamas, which she had obviously chosen to show her body off in hopes of getting the juices flowing; perhaps I could bring up how sexy she looked in a roundabout way...

“So, what’s with the PJs?” I asked. “It’s not bedtime, is it?”

She looked down at them. “Oh, I dunno. I thought they might help with… you know. Dudes love these things, apparently.” Her eyes came back to us. “It was probably a dumb idea though; they’re gettin kinda ratty, aren’t they?”

“I think they’re pretty nice, actually,” I disagreed. “What was it you saying about them being tight? Looks to me like they fit pretty good.”

Sunset rolled her eyes. “They’re kinda snug in the ass these days—and the tits, kinda... which isn’t the worst problem in the world, I guess.” She stood and twisted herself to look down at her derrière. “Meh. I guess that’s just part of getting older.” She sighed.

“Oh, Sunset!” Fluttershy waved dismissively. “There’s nothing wrong with you—or your bum.”

Sunset looked at Fluttershy and blushed. “Oh… um, thanks Flutters.”

Fluttershy turned to me. “What do you think, Goldie?”

“Me? Uhh...” I glanced at her and then Sunset, who was now watching me nervously.

“Come on, Sunset…” Fluttershy said. “Let’s see it.”

Sunset rolled her eyes and then turned her back to us. She put her hands on her hips and stuck her rear-end out, swinging her hips to give it a little shake.

It was a nice ass. One of the best asses I’d seen in a long while.

Sunset turned back to face us, laughing at the little display she’d just put on. “I feel like such an idiot doing that!” she chuckled, cheeks flushed.

I was about to smile when I felt a slender hand come to rest on my thigh, squeezing gently. I glanced at the shy girl and quickly noticed the fire stirring in those big, teal eyes; that same spark of arousal I’d seen many times before. Oh shit, here we go… I thought as a bolt of excitement shot through my lower regions.

“Why don’t you two just kiss already?” Fluttershy asked out-of-the-blue, catching the red-head and me off guard. “I’d kinda like to see where this goes.”

Stunned, I turned back to Sunset to see her reaction; unsurprisingly, she froze when she heard the question, but she also didn’t look repelled by it. So, after a deep inhale to boost my confidence, I stood and approached her. “Uh... OK, what do you think?” I asked.

Sunset chewed her lip, her body taking a very guarded stance, but then she nodded nervously. “Uhh… yeah. Gotta start somewhere, I guess,” she replied, her voice wavering slightly.

I looked down at Fluttershy, who smiled and gave me one of those ‘be gentle’ winks.

After making a mental note to send my girlfriend a ‘thank you’ card, I stepped closer to Sunset, who began to raise her arms —presumably to hold onto my shoulders when I approached— but then she stopped and looked at her hands. “Oh shit! Hang on…” She passed me and took off for the bedroom. “I gotta get some protection.”

Fluttershy and I looked at each other, confused.

Moments later, Sunset re-emerged, wearing a pair of thin, black leather gloves. She raised her hands and wiggled her fingers, raising a brow and smirking.

“Ohh…” I suddenly realised what she meant. “I didn’t even think about that.” Her magic had completely slipped my mind; clearly the gloves were to prevent an unintentional brain hemorrhage from touching me—but this raised another question. “Wait, what about the rest of you? Is it going to it bother you if I touch you anywhere else—with anything else?”

She shook her head. “Nope. I can only read minds through my hands. As long as these are on, it shouldn’t be a problem. The rest of me is yours to expl-” she stopped herself before she could finish, clearing her throat nervously.

I nodded. “I uh... I get it.”

Growing impatient, Fluttershy clapped her hands loudly, causing Sunset to jump. “OK, you two! Let’s see some shit.”

Sunset looked at the shy girl in surprise, blindsided by the aggression she showed when aroused.

I snickered and returned my eyes to Sunset. “She has a thing for watching. You kinda get used to it.”

Sunset nodded, smirked, and then drew a deep breath. “Right, so... where were we?” she asked as she stepped closer. She reached out with a pair of gloved hands, placing them cautiously on my shoulders. Our faces were only inches apart now, and her irises were sparkling in that vibrant turquoise as she licked her bottom lip, psyching herself up to lean in.

Finally, she closed her eyes and moved forward, holding her breath. Her trembling lips came against mine, touching soft as a cloud; they were warm and supple, causing my eyes to drift shut as I quickly began to crave a sample of her flavour—but then her scent hit me. The smoke smell was absent this time, but that sweet candy scent was still there. Granted, I was distracted by her soft lips on mine, but I had great difficulty figuring out what it was: root beer? Cola? Licorice? A combination of all three? Whatever it was, it was unusual, but pleasant.

She withdrew and paused, then she kissed me a few more times, keeping her lips pursed, but closed. Her grip on my shoulders tightened as the kisses intensified, her lips driving harder into mine, but still, they remained closed.

Just as I felt my heart rate begin to rise, she backed away completely, our lips making a little smack sound as they separated.

She looked worried. “Sorry… I’m not much of a kisser tonight; I’m just... kinda nervous is all,” she confessed.

Before I could respond, Fluttershy rose and stood next to us. “Well, Sunset… we’re just gonna have to get you to loosen up.”

Sunset blushed. “Uhh... who, you? Or Golds?”

“Probably both, silly,” the shy girl giggled. “That would probably be the most fun, don’t you think?”

Numb, and stuck on autopilot, Sunset turned slowly to face the bedroom doorway. “O... K?” she said, nodding into the room. “Um... so, you guys wanna take this in there?” She couldn’t believe she was asking this, but in some weird way, it felt wrong not to explore the shy girl’s suggestion. Deep down, there was a voice screaming at her to do it; to kiss a pretty girl, to kiss her friend, to kiss Fluttershy. Curiosity overtook her, and she suddenly found herself wondering what that quiet little mouth tasted like.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Fluttershy replied without hesitation, grabbing my hand and pulling me into Sunset’s room, passing Sunset on the way.

The red-head giggled, marveling at how strong-willed her friend became when she was turned on. It was rather cute, she thought—and quite unexpected, but in a way that she found exciting. This might turn out to be a good time after all, she smiled to herself as she followed us into her room.

“You lay down over there, big boy,” Fluttershy ordered, before trying to push me down onto the bed, but instead succeeded only in pushing herself away while I stayed still, like a statue.

Sunset laughed. “You forgot how strong he is, eh Flutters?”

Fluttershy blushed and grinned sheepishly as I climbed onto the bed and laid on the far side. “Sorry, Flutters. I kinda fucked that up,” I admitted, folding my hands behind my head.

“It’s OK,” Fluttershy said quietly as she joined me on the bed. She crawled over me to plant a kiss on my cheek, and then stood upright on her knees to face Sunset. She raised an index finger and coaxed Sunset to join her.

Sunset slid tentatively onto the bed, one knee at a time, keeping a pair of anxious eyes on her friend.

Fluttershy shuffled closer, reaching toward Sunset’s hips to grab and squeeze two fistfuls of those faded PJ’s, and I watched intently as my girlfriend leaned in and pressed her lips against the other girl’s.

Sunset’s eyes were wide for a second or two, but then they slowly drifted shut as Fluttershy proceeded to invade her. I knew exactly what it was like, having been there myself; their jaws moved as their mouths began to open, allowing their breath to pass from one mouth to the other, its warmth sealed inside by their tightly-locked lips.

Sunset found herself unprepared for the shy girl’s advances; it felt like she’d been thrown into some sort of bizarre reality, trapped in a moral freefall by kissing her long-time friend like this, whose boyfriend —a man she hardly knew that well— she was about to connect with in the most intimate and physical way possible. She could smell the fragrance of that silky, pink hair, and she could feel those soft, warm lips against her own. The profoundness of these sensations, along with the anticipation of what she would have inside her before the night was over, caused a warmth to awaken down below, a subtle stir that caused the red-head’s breath to elevate ever so slightly.

A sweet-tasting tongue slipped its way in next, twirling around Sunset’s to cover it in saliva that wasn’t her own, making her draw a sharp breath through her nose in response. Heartbeats elevated, and their arms wrapped around one another to bring their bodies together: bust-to-bust, belly-to belly, mons-to-mons.

Fluttershy’s body heat against hers quickly ignited a fire in Sunset; it started deep between her legs, then it quickly shot upward and spread throughout her body, her skin tingling with goosebumps as it heated up inside those old PJs. She pressed her body against my girlfriend, feeling an enticing tingle in her womanhood as her mound pressed firmly against Fluttershy’s. She kissed back with more vigor, pushing her tongue forward to invade the shy girl’s mouth, earning a soft moan from her.

They exchanged tongues and saliva for what felt like hours, despite never feeling like it would be enough. On the final kiss, however, Sunset bit Fluttershy’s bottom lip and pulled it gently, stretching it away from the shy girl’s teeth. Then Sunset let go, and Fluttershy's lip snapped back into place and returned to its normal shape. The pink-haired girl stared at her, panting heavily, her mouth hanging open in disbelief of what Sunset just did.

“It looks like you’re ready,” Fluttershy said, a devious smirk curling one side of her mouth.

With pursed lips, Sunset faced me, alerting me to the wildness in her eyes as soon as they locked into mine. Her skin was on fire and her nethers tingled; her mind raced, replaying over and over the act that she and Fluttershy had just played out. It felt naughty, wrong, and depraved to kiss her friend like that—and she fucking loved it. It excited her beyond the ability to control herself, and she was ready to take things a step further by indulging herself with someone else’s lover... while they watched.

She lowered herself to her hands and knees and then proceeded to crawl slowly and seductively past Fluttershy to position herself over me, then, without hesitating, lowered her head to kiss me with her soft, wet lips. That coarse, wavy hair of hers brushed my cheeks and neck, and I was granted a small sample of sweet moisture —a mixture of both girls’ saliva— as she slipped her tongue in to flick the tip of mine, her abdomen driving itself against the bulge in my pants, which led her voice to resonate in my mouth as a deep moan slipped from her throat.

I placed my hands on the small of her back, taking in that sweet, candy-like scent of her hair. Her saliva permeated my taste buds while the weight of her body pressed down against me; despite being the same height as Fluttershy, I was quick to notice that Sunset’s frame was much more solid and heavy—and stronger, which became evident when she started grinding herself against me.

I had become hyper-aware of that well-toned body, wrapped in that thin, faded fabric; those PJs were obviously quite old, and had done their duty well: keeping her warm over the years while countless dreams played out in her head. The wear on them was evident under my fingertips as I ran them along her body, her breathing intensifying while her tongue remained planted deep in my mouth, entangled in a tasty dance with mine.

When she withdrew at last, she glared into my eyes with an almost frightening intensity. I could see nothing but her face close to mine, her thick, wavy hair surrounding us, locking us in our own little space—though I never once forgot that Fluttershy was watching from somewhere beyond that wall of fire, no doubt waiting anxiously to see Sunset and me please one another.

Without warning, Sunset sat upright, her weight bearing down on my hips. Long inflated to full mast, my manhood pressed into the soft warmth between her legs, and just as I wondered if she could feel it, Sunset grabbed the collar of my shirt and coaxed me up to a sitting position with her. She clawed frantically at my shirt tail, tore it over my head and threw it away, then she drove her hand into my chest, signalling me to lay back down.

I did, and as I gazed up at her, I studied that form-hugging PJ top of hers. Stretched tight around her bust, it did its very best to keep it from jiggling about when she moved, while at the same time showcasing a pair of erect nipples that poked tantalizingly through that weathered material: delicious little peaks at the center of each of her breasts—which were abruptly mashed together when she leaned on my bare chest with her hands, her mind kept safe by the gloves.

I glanced over at Fluttershy, who was lying next to me, biting her lip and fondling herself while she watched the scene unfold.

Next —and unexpectedly— Sunset shifted backwards, inching herself towards my feet until she was sitting on my shins. Then she started undoing my belt, and a fluttering sensation was quickly drawn from the pit of my stomach when I watched her fingers begin to fiddle with my pants.

Once she was fired-up, Sunset meant business!

Fluttershy reached over to rake her fingertips across my chest as her friend pulled my pants down to my knees, unveiling my throbbing length to the both of them.

“Wow! Are you sure you’re not Equestrian?” Sunset joked, biting her lip as she looked upon it with hungry eyes. “That thing is... mmm. Boy.”

Running her fingers through her hair, Fluttershy giggled softly. “I know, right? Just you wait, Sunset...”

“Wait? Nah...”

Sunset came down suddenly; her hair draped across hips as she leaned on the mattress with her hands, positioning her face above my abdomen. Her wavy, red locks brushed my skin, hiding her face from Fluttershy and me, leaving us little choice but to imagine what she intended to do with me after closing herself into that little space with my erection.

Her head dipped slightly, causing my stomach to flutter when I felt her hot breath waft over my length —which was lying flat and pointed toward my navel— followed by a hot, moist tongue coming into contact with the underside of the shaft. Starting at the base, she dragged her tongue along its entire length, slowly and gently, leaving a trail of saliva that warmed at first, and then chilled when her breath drifted across it. Her hair shifted and teased my skin as she moved, her body tilting forward so her tongue could reach the tip. She paused briefly to let the warmth of her saliva soak into me, then she began to flick away at the underside of the head; her tongue fluttered against the frenulum, which sent a tingle of electricity through my length and up my spine to my brain, which reacted by commanding my eyelids to flutter uncontrollably.

As I drew a breath and enjoyed the sensations dealt by the red-head, I looked at Fluttershy, who was watching me with sly, intense eyes and a seductive smile. She leaned closer to say something, seemingly unaware that Sunset was simultaneously cocking her head so she could wrap her soft lips around my knob.

“Are you having fun yet?” the shy girl whispered, her warm breath hitting my ear as I felt my buzzing, swollen head being scooped up by that hot mouth, soft lips wrapping tight and then sliding down until they popped over the ridge, sealing me inside.

Unable to verbalize an answer, I nodded silently, trying to keep my eyes open as Sunset withdrew slowly. Her lips massaged that throbbing head and sent shivers throughout my body, which were amplified by her tongue as it flicked and poked the sensitive tip. Before long, the slippery presence of pre-ejaculate could be felt being smeared around my head by her tongue, drawing a moan of excitement from Sunset when my flavour quickly soaked her tastebuds.

The next thing I felt was her soft lips sliding down, dropping over the ridge and continuing their way along the shaft, bathing my length in the warmth of her mouth. I glanced down at her, watching those fiery locks piling up on my abdomen as her head descended, swallowing my length until it poked the back of her throat. Her spine arched in response to the inevitable gag reflex, but she held her position, keeping her lips wrapped tightly around the base of my trunk. Her body overrode her intention before too long, however, and a hard cough forced its way out, her cheeks puffing out as a blast of air hit my lap.

This prompted her to withdraw slowly, her tightly-wrapped lips sliding up my shaft until the ridge of my head just touched the insides of her lips. After pausing to caress the tip with her tongue, priming me for what was next by making my head spin with delight, Sunset’s head dropped a second time, her cheeks caving in as she drew a firm suction and withdrew yet again—only to move down once more, repeating the motion over and over.

My mind began to swim as her head bobbed with increased vigor, her hair billowing each time she shoved me into her mouth; lips caressing my length, tongue teasing my sensitive head.

“Oh my,” Fluttershy giggled as she leaned in to kiss me deeply, savouring the taste of my rapid breaths as Sunset continued the oral assault. Her tongue forced its way in to intertwine with my own, placing her hand on my chest while her pink hair gently tickled my cheek and throat, spreading its sweet scent around us.

The intoxicating flavour of Fluttershy’s saliva was distracting, so much so that I barely noticed the gloved hand gripping my length, just below the head. A warm breath hit my lap next, followed by a soft, moist bottom lip pressing against my knob; Sunset’s head began to oscillate, her lips tracing the tip of my length, her mouth wide as she mimicked the application of lipstick, using my manhood as a prop.

The sensation created by her delicious lips circling my head like a hoola-hoop set off a continuous crackle of sensation, causing my toes to curl as the pleasure sounded from my manhood and echoed through my body.

Fluttershy eventually separated her lips from mine, resting her head on my shoulder to watch her friend work, her mind filling in the blanks of what was happening behind that curtain of fiery hair.

Just as the lip massage began to cause my legs to quiver, Sunset closed her mouth around my head to give it a firm suck, her tongue lapping up the gush of pre-ejaculate that was drawn from the tip.

“Mmmmm...” she moaned as she retreated, her lips slipping off the tip with a soft smacking sound, not unlike that of a kiss. She sat upright again, her weight resting on my shins as she locked eyes with Fluttershy, licking her lips with her mouth open for that added sensual flare.

“Goodness, Sunset,” Fluttershy said, placing her fingertips to her cheek. “It doesn’t take you long to loosen up, does it? I didn’t think people from your would did that kind of thing.”

“Eh...” Sunset shrugged nonchalantly, wiping the corners of her mouth with her index finger and thumb. “We don’t, really; the mouth-to-dick size ratio there is... a little extreme.”

Fluttershy’s eyes widened. “Oh!”

Sunset rolled her eyes and smirked. “It’s not as good as it sounds, Flutters. Trust me.”

“Hm.” The shy girl faced me, smiling. “Well you certainly seem well-practiced at it, especially for a girl who said she wasn’t much of a kisser. Right, Goldie?”

I said nothing, exhaling instead through pursed lips, Sunset’s saliva chilling my manhood as I felt a yellow fingertip stroked my cheek.

“Hey: I never said I was a bad dick-sucker,” Sunset replied, leaning down to flick my tip with her tongue once more, causing me to twitch. “But from the sounds of things, you’re probably a lot better at it than me.”

Fluttershy paused, looking down at the bed. “Um, actually… I-I’ve never done that before.”

Sunset paused. Then she raised a hand, eyes closed. “Wait… you’ve never given your boyfriend head?”

Fluttershy shook her head. “Mm-mm.”

Sunset glanced at me, looking a bit sheepish, as though she felt she’d overstepped her bounds. After all, she’d just pleasured me with her mouth before my own girlfriend did.

I just shrugged my shoulders.

“It’s fine, Sunset,” Fluttershy said quietly. “I’ve just never tried it, mostly because I really just like to… um, fuck.”

I nodded at Sunset. “She really likes to fuck. It’s true.”

Sunset paused for a moment, brows furrowed. Then, after ruminating quietly to herself, her eyes narrowed and she raised her finger to coax Fluttershy closer. “You know what? I think tonight’s the night, Flutters,” she said with a devious smirk.

Fluttershy glanced at me, her deceptively innocent eyes full of nervousness, but also intrigue, surely wondering what it would be like, and what Sunset and I would think if she did it. “Um, what do you think, Goldie? Would you like it if I... um, i-if I-”

“That’s pretty much a no-brainer for me, but It’s totally up to you if wanna do it,” I replied, hoping like hell that she would.

Indecisive, Fluttershy paused and chewed her lip. Finally, a smile appeared on her lips, which she kissed me on the cheek with before sliding down the bed to settle in next to the red-head.

Sunset leaned forward and rolled onto her side to give the shy girl room, lying with her breasts squashed against my hip as Fluttershy positioned herself opposite her. She licked her lips and leaned over me, blocking my view with her noticeably softer hair draped across my abdomen. Her warm, delicate hand grasped my length by the base, and I felt her soft lips come into contact with the underside of the head for a gentle kiss.

A second one followed, landing farther down, then another yet as she made her way down my shaft, dotting it with sweet kisses until she met her hand, which she then used to stand my erection up, pointing it toward the ceiling.

Propping herself on her elbows to match its height, Fluttershy craned her neck to wrap her lips just around the tip to give a delicate little suck. She closed her eyes and furrowed her brows, letting the flavour of my juices flood her tongue.

“Mmm...” she cooed as her mouth slid away from the tip, sending a shiver up my spine.

After a quick lick of her lips, Fluttershy opened her mouth —wider this time— as she leaned over me again.

I was unable to see what was going on past that soft curtain of pink, but I could certainly feel it when the lovely Fluttershy’s lips sealed themselves around my shaft, roughly and inch past the ridge; her hot tongue pressed firmly against the head, deep inside her mouth.

Sunset obviously had a clear view from her position; her eyes widened as she watched her friend’s lips wrap around that hard shaft and then slide up and down its ample length, re-wetting it with her saliva after already being soaked in Sunset’s.

She bit her lip, feeling her nethers buzz with hunger as she drank in the sight of Fluttershy, whose brow was furrowed, her lips wrapped around that swollen head, her tongue thrashing around it, poking her cheeks from the inside as it teased, which Sunset could plainly see.

The red-head cocked a brow and looked up at me when she heard my breathing intensify. “Looks like she’s doing pretty good, eh?”

I nodded and gave a thumbs-up, not really wanting to speak right then. Forming words took too much brain power.

Next, I felt Fluttershy’s lips skip over the ridge and leave the tip, only to find themselves sliding up and down one side of my mast, followed by her hot breath as she opened her mouth to use her tongue, painting a sloppy, wet streak along the length of it.

This method left the opposite side of my erection exposed, and, unable to resist the opportunity, Sunset quickly leaned in, her lips pursed as she pressed them against the vacant side of my manhood, stroking it with a warm, wet kiss. It wasn’t long before her nose brushed the tip of Fluttershy’s, alerting her to Sunset’s participation, to which she —without stopping what she was doing— let out a playful, but sultry giggle.

Again, my view was obscured by a sea of red, yellow and light pink that swayed in and out of unison. Their hot, sloppy mouths, however, running all over my rock-hard length, were as vivid as can be.

I laced my hands together and placed them on top of my head, staring incredulously at the ceiling. Holy shit, it’s good to be home, I thought, my inner-self swimming in a sea of bliss as both sets of supple, wet lips massaged my tingling head, flanked by a pair of soft breasts that pressed against each of my hips, their warmth soaking through their clothes and into me.

Their movements gradually became more vigorous and passionate; air hissed into and out of their nostrils as their breathing elevated in tandem with their excitement, their mouths slipping wildly over my manhood, lapping at it with their tongues and hot breaths, making my eyelids flutter with endless delight. Occasionally, a tongue would snake around to the far side and graze another —or tickle a lip— and the recipient would return the favour by reaching back to give the other girl’s tongue a flick. This game of tag, of which I was caught in the middle, eventually transitioned into another make-out session between Fluttershy and Sunset, their lips wet and slick with pre-ejaculate, which was all but pouring out of me by that point.

Paying attention more to each other now than me, they rose slowly and left the tip my erection, their mouths locked in a sloppy, unbroken kiss that tasted of male arousal. Upright and kneeling on opposite sides of me, the girls remained joined at the mouths, making wet noises and soft moans as they wrapped each other in their arms, pressing their ample breasts together.

Fluttershy let her hands creep down Sunsets back, eventually finding the top of Sunset’s pajama pants, where she hooked her slender, yellow thumbs over the elastic and began to shimmy them down, panties and all.

Even as I craved the feel of their wet mouths on me again, I was entranced by the sight of my girlfriend slowly and teasingly working those faded pyjamas down to uncover the profile of a derrière that was round, luscious and smooth, yet impressively firm-looking. This wasn’t an ass I’d ever expected to see bare—though I certainly had no aversion to the idea— but now that it was being exposed to me by my wonderful lover, I was glad to see that Sunset’s figure was not one to disappoint.

The red-head helped when the pants reached her knees by lifting one leg at a time, allowing the shy girl to yank them off and toss them aside.

Fluttershy’s hands came up, poised to cup themselves over Sunset’s breasts as she closed in for another kiss, but, rather unexpectedly, the red-head suddenly grabbed the shy girl by the wrists and held her from coming any closer.

Surprised, Fluttershy’s eyes popped open to find Sunset glaring back at her.

“Do you know why I bullied you... back in high school?” Sunset asked sharply.

I furrowed my brow when I heard the question. Where was this coming from?

Fluttershy’s tiny pupils darted around frantically.”Um, n-n-no… why?” she squeaked.

Seeing this, it was plainly obvious that Sunset was able to bully the shy girl quite easily back then; Fluttershy was easy to intimidate and Sunset clearly knew how to put pressure on her… but why right now, of all times?

Sunset leaned in, nearly touching noses with Fluttershy to give her answer. “Because you were so fucking perfect,” she said with added emphasis on that last word.

Fluttershy held her breath, unsure of what to do.

Then, out of nowhere, Sunset forced the shy girl onto her back next to me, pinning her down by the wrists. She quickly straddled Fluttershy and leaned down to bring their faces close, her bare ass sticking shamelessly into the air. Wavy, red locks hung down and tickled that innocent face, surrounding it.

I was rather perturbed by the scene. What was Sunset doing? What was this all about? What if she did or said something she couldn’t take back? I didn’t know what to think.

What had come over her?

I started to sit up to intervene, but Fluttershy was quick to lock eyes through Sunset’s hair with me, shaking her head for me to stop. Then she tipped her head toward my spot on the bed, signalling me to lie down.

Sunset, meanwhile, continued the nasty tirade. “You. Every guy at CHS wanted you… but you were too sweet and shy and DUMB to do anything about it.”

Despite being stunned by this language, I obeyed the shy girl’s wish and watched reluctantly.

“You and your fucking perfect little body,” Sunset chided. “Your pretty little face; prettier than all the other girls who had to spend hours doing their make-up, and you just walked around like it was nothing. NOTHING!”

“I… I’m sorry, Sunset,” Fluttershy pleaded. “I didn’t mean to…”

Sunset’s voice sharpened even more. “But I knew you were weak… I knew I could keep you down at the bottom, where you belonged.”

“Ohh-h-h...” Fluttershy quivered.

“But I failed. And now…” Sunset continued. “You’re still fucking perfect, and so fucking gorgeous…”

I held my breath as I watched, ready to act if the red-head took things too far.

“A-are you going to bully me again, Sunset?” Fluttershy asked timidly.

“No,” Sunset said flatly. “I already tried that,” she turned suddenly and pointed directly at my face. “I think I’ll bully him instead.”

I stared at the finger that hovered just in front of my nose, eyes crossed. “What the...?” I whispered out loud.

Fluttershy cracked a little smile when she saw this, but was startled by Sunset’s hand when it grabbed her chin and forced her to face her aggressor.

“You think this is funny?” Sunset asked harshly.

Fluttershy shook her head, eyes wide.

“Good,” Sunset barked, after which she leaned down and planted her lips against the shy girl’s, their faces hidden as red and yellow locks draped over the bed, weaved with Fluttershy’s soft, pink hair, which had fanned out across the pillow.

After a moment of rather aggressive lip-lock, Sunset suddenly went upright once again to straddle the shy girl. I quickly seized the opportunity to drop my eyes below that pyjama shirt to observe her womanhood; just under the hem was a smooth, bare mound, coloured in the same bold, amber tone that graced the rest of her. Past that was a pair of soft, clean-shaven lips, divided slightly by her parted thighs, which allowed a fleshy hood peek out from between, its hue slightly pinker than the labia that framed it.

A surge of excitement coursed through my nether regions when I noticed the moisture glistening on it, and my eyes began to ascend that body of hers, anxious to see more. My sights crept up that faded shirt, stopping briefly at her breasts, marveling at how they stretched that worn material, her stiff nipples nearly cutting through it. Higher I went, studying her collarbones, then her stern, tight lips...

I froze suddenly when I reached her eyes, realising she was glaring intensely at me.

She pointed her finger again. “You and me… now.”

Oh shit...

My eyes widened as Sunset leaned toward me and swung her leg over Fluttershy, dropping to her hands to crawl over top of me. The warm skin of her abdomen landed on mine, her bare mound pressed against my erection, which laid with its tip aimed at my navel. Her weight squeezed a gush of pre-ejaculate from me, and its smoothness was quickly smeared between our bellies when her tall figure rose into position.

Heavy breasts rested on my collarbones, radiating their warmth through that worn shirt. She stared at the headboard above me, tongue protruding from between her lips as she wiggled her hips around, searching for my length.

It wasn’t long before Sunset found it, and she pressed downward; her soft labia rubbed my shaft, smearing it with the warm moisture from her slit before rising once again. She curled her hips downward this time, looking to find the tip of my manhood with her entrance.

As she pressed backward, I felt the warm pressure of her flesh come against my head. She swayed her hips, hoping to persuade me to slip between those slick folds; she’d missed, however, and my tip had become hung-up on the dry outer rim of her lip where her crotch met her thigh.

Undeterred, Sunset bit her lip and rose a third time. After resetting her position and aiming her hips down once again, she moved back and caught me dead-center between her lips, slathering me with her warm juices. Her belly came down against me and she pushed back, arching her rear-end upward as she went; my length quickly slipped to the rear of her slit, and my tip caught in the entrance to those warm depths, causing her to stop suddenly when she felt it poke into her.

Sunset looked down at me, her eyes giving away the mild apprehension she felt over what we were about to do together —even through the little act she was putting on— and she and I shared a fleeting moment, gazing at one another as we gathered our nerves.

After a short hesitation, she snapped out of it and appeared to steel herself by biting her lip and gently pressing her hips down, letting my manhood slowly and effortlessly slip into her tight, hot interior. Her flesh felt exquisite, pleasant; its soft, rippled texture slowly made its way down my length, her body swallowing me whole, warming me with her intense heat as I watched her eyes close, her lips parted to let a soft breath escape against my face.

By the time the red-head’s mound made contact with my lap, nearly every inch of me had been stuffed inside her, stretching her, filling her with that excitingly rigid girth.

Her eyes reopened, but she kept them narrowed as she brought her face closer to resume the role, a sly smirk finding one side of her mouth. “Ooooooh…” she moaned. “How does that pussy feel?”

I simply closed my eyes and exhaled, nodding.

After opening them again, I found her looking over at the far side of the bed, tipping her head toward the shy girl. “Is it better than hers?” she asked.

I glanced over at Fluttershy, only to find her looking back at me with that teal innocence, no doubt wondering how I was going to answer. This was a trick question, one that required a delicate answer: regardless of whether I answered yes or no, one of them was going to end up with some hurtful news.

My eyes returned to Sunset. “I, uh… to be honest…” I paused to think of a way to skirt around a direct answer—which was difficult, being distracted by the feel of her hot flesh wrapped so firmly around my erection. “I don’t think I’ve ever found one I didn’t like.”

Sunset raised a brow. “Wuss,” she replied, making me furrow my brow at her. “Fine, don’t answer me. You just lay there and let me fuck you like a little bitch, and we’ll see who’s got the best pussy.” She brought her face closer to mine. “And don’t even think about trying any fancy moves without my permission. Got it?”

I just shook my head and shrugged. “If you say so.”

“Good.” Sunset bit her lip and peered over her shoulder to focus on her hips, which promptly arched upwards, her flesh stroking my length when the motion caused me to withdraw slightly. Several exploratory thrusts established a slow, but steady rhythm, feeding us our first serving of pleasure as her hips rocked sensually, yet gracefully, our sex grinding together amongst a layer of our combined fluids.

Quiet whimpers began to emanate from her throat and her breathing intensified gradually, as did her motions; before long it wasn’t just her hips, but her entire body that moved above me, that wavy, red hair brushing my skin as her soft, hefty breasts dragged up and down my chest, our skin separated only by her shirt.

Her mouth widened and her eyes began to squeeze shut, brows furrowed as her thrusts gained yet more speed and power, her tight depths massaging my manhood with breathtaking vigor, intoxicating us both, letting our inhibitions melt away as we and our bodies grew more comfortable with one another.

It wasn’t long before I could feel her muscles stiffen, her thrusts rigid. Her face became strained and red, her expression intense as her breath suddenly caught in her throat. She rode further yet, coaxing that pressure to the surface until at last a loud cry burst forth; her interior clenched and began to pulse as her first orgasm released itself upon me, along with a noticeable increase in moisture that quickly soaked my shaft, right down to the base.

Sunset’s body trembled as she forced herself to continue, but quickly found that she was unable to withstand the intensity. Eyelids fluttering, she eventually gave in and let her body go limp on top of mine, she back heaving as she panted with exhaustion, her heartbeat hammering my chest.

“Shit…” she huffed against my neck, her body heat noticeably higher.

I brought my hands up and placed them on the small of her back while I enjoyed the break, reflecting on how wonderful it was to be ridden by a woman like Sunset. I had to admit, when I came home that day, this was the last thing I expected to happen. Naturally, I had presumed the first girl I’d find myself inside would be Fluttershy, not Sunset Shimmer.

But who was I to complain?

My thoughts were cut short when the shy girl’s soft voice drifted over from the other side of the bed.

“Oh dear, Sunset, you seem to be having a hard time,” she said facetiously. “Maybe you’re a bit out of practice when it comes to bullying?”

Sunset’s breathing stopped for a second, then she raised her head to glare at Fluttershy. Clearly, the shy girl was playing along with Sunset’s act; she’d obviously been enjoying the show, and the little jab she’d just delivered was a veiled attempt at getting Sunset to continue.

After taking a moment to process her friend’s gall, Sunset tightened her lips and scowled. “You better be quiet if you know what’s good for you,” she threatened, before rising up to prop herself over me. Without warning, she slapped a gloved hand over my chin, cupping it firmly. “And who the FUCK gave you permission to make me cum? Huh!?”

“I wasn’t even doing anything!” I protested, speaking through lips that were scrunched up by her grip.

Sunset turned away suddenly, snorting softly. Apparently, my reaction amused her enough to cause her to break character, and she had to face the other way to hide it.

After a quick respite, she returned her attention to me with intensity in her eyes. “I told you: you don’t do anything without my permission! Which fucking part of that did you not understand?”

I shook my head, restricted by her hold.

“You’re the only one who’s supposed to be getting off here. Understand?” she ordered. “And you don’t get to do it until I fucking tell you!”

I nodded quickly, saying nothing, after which she released me and leaned on the mattress, swirling her hips around in a circle. The motion gave away the obscene amount of moisture that had soaked our laps, making her look down between us to study her bare mound, pressed firmly against my abdomen.

She raised her hips slightly, making part of my shaft visible as it cut through the center of the space between our crotches. Propped up on her arms, she was now roughly halfway to an upright position; my hands remained on her waist, feeling her heat through that faded pajama shirt as her body began to slither once again. She rode firmly, making sure I was planted deep and secure in her tight heat as she ground her slit against me, which caused her breathing to rise quickly.

Her temperature rose as well, her body trembling slightly as it gyrated and slithered, creating a wet schlop each time her flesh stroked my stiff length, each time her soaked slit kissed my lap. As her speed increased, so did her vigor, displaying strength that was noticeably higher than Fluttershy’s —to say nothing of the weight of her muscular frame— and it wasn’t long before I noticed a glistening upon her brow, which in turn drew my attention to the moisture growing under my hands, dampening her shirt.

She huffed noisily and closed her eyes, moaning softly as she rode. As her moisture smeared farther across my abdomen, I held onto her waist to enjoy the feel of her movements, to swim in the sea of bliss she’d cast me into; it wasn’t long before some of her hair had become darkened and stuck to her temples, large beads of sweat looming on her forehead.

Sunset was working hard and clearly enjoying herself—the look on her face and the way her body quivered each time her hips forced me back into her slick depths made this very clear. Eventually, however, discomfort got the better of her and she paused for a brief second, panting through the messy hair that hung around her face.

“Fuck, it’s hot in here,” she huffed as she sat upright and hooked her fingers under the hem of her shirt. I watched intently, feeling the smooth, warm faces of her inner thighs as they rested on my hips, the weight of her backside on my legs, my erection projecting straight up into those hot depths of hers as she peeled the pyjama shirt upward without reservation.

The material caught her breasts as it went, lifting them and exposing their undersides first before slipping past, letting them drop free. They bounced on her chest, jiggling hypnotically as she tore the shirt over her head and then tossed it aside. Sunset had a lovely pair of breasts; just a touch smaller than Fluttershy’s, but matching that beautiful, bulbous shape. Her more imposing frame gave the illusion that they were smaller than they actually were, though it was easy to see that they were a good amount bigger than Rarity’s.

She reached up and gave them a quick squeeze with her gloved hands before coming forward to continue riding, leaning on my shoulders to steady herself. I watched that hefty bust sway along with her movements, her nipples hardening as the cool air soaked them; they were beautiful, like little candies, with slightly smaller areolas than the shy girl’s, but a shade darker to match Sunset’s complexion.

Refreshed by shedding that final layer, Sunset intensified her movements. Her slit ground against me, her interior causing a surge of warm pleasure to radiate from my throbbing head each time it was stroked by that soft, slick flesh. There was certainly no mincing around with this woman; she was on a mission to get me off, and it seemed that no amount of sweat or self-induced orgasms would stop her.

Speaking of which, not long after a visible patch of moisture materialized on her chest, Sunset began to tighten a second time. Her hands left my chest and she sat upright, combing her fingers into her hair to pull on it as she gyrated her hips vigorously, trying in vain to put me ahead of her in the race to ecstasy.

It was not to be, however; with eyelids squeezed tight, Sunset cocked her head and opened her mouth to release a loud moan, her body twitching rather than swaying as her interior tightened and throbbed, delivering a payload of bliss throughout her body.

“HAAAAHHHH!” she wailed, panting sharply. Finally giving in, she reclined and reached back to place her hands on my knees to support herself. Her head fell back and she huffed into the air, eyes closed.

An aftershock from the climax struck her unexpectedly, causing her breath to hitch when her body jerked in my lap, her breasts bouncing as a whimper slipped from her throat in response.

“Holy sh-sh…” he huffed, licking her lips as she looked down at Fluttershy. “Is this… is this normal? Are human pussies supposed to do this!?”

The shy girl smirked. “They do with Goldie.”

Sunset glanced at me for a second, then, after a loud exhale, she closed her eyes and shook her head before trying to wipe away the wet strands of hair that were stuck to her temples.

I studied her closely, noticing the tips of those wavy locks, wetted by perspiration as I let my eyes drop past her glistening breasts, down to her navel and beyond. With Sunset leaned back, this was my first chance to have a good look at her womanhood: between her thighs I could see only the first few inches of my glistening length, the rest of it hidden between those parted lips; her fleshy, pink hood projected down from the top of her crease, sheathing my length before splitting into a pair of soft wings that wrapped around my shaft like a warm cloak.

It was a lovely sight, and I could have stared at it for hours, but it was unfortunately cut short when she came forward and leaned on the center of my chest with one hand, jabbing a finger in my face with the other.

“You! What part of this are you not getting?” she chided. “You’re supposed to be the one getting off here, not me. That’s TWICE you’ve broken the rules; now quit being so stubborn and cum already!”

“Uh…” I glanced briefly at the shy girl as Sunset sat upright again. “I’m not trying to-“

“Shut-up!” she ordered as her hips began to sway once again, her thighs and backside slipping across my lap, lubricated by a layer of sweat and arousal. Again, the red-head took another run at me, riding hard and fast, her nipples hardening as the sweat cooled them, her hot interior pleasuring me with every thrust. Her body shined under the bedroom light as she fucked wildly, her skin covered in beads of moisture, called to the surface by the heat she was generating.

Sunset was giving it her all, hoping to gain control, to gain the upper hand by using her soft, tight flesh to get me off—which was working well, I might add; by that point I knew, I could feel myself venturing late into my plateau.

Not late enough, though. Sunset’s body was greedy and it soon claimed yet another climax, quivering and gushing all over my erection, which interrupted her rhythm and caused her to topple forward in a panting, twitching heap, her slippery skin pressed against me, breasts and all.

An open hand slapped the pillow next to my head, followed by a growl of frustration from the exhausted red-head. “Fuck! What is your deal!?” she panted, her face hovering over mine, damp locks grazing my face. “How can you-… fuck!” She turned to Fluttershy next, waving her over with an index finger. “Hey! Little help?”

The shy girl had been quietly enjoying the show from the sidelines, her hand cupped firmly over her mound through that green skirt of hers, massaging herself as she watched her friend’s efforts to make her boyfriend cum backfire again and again.

When she heard her name, she stopped what she was doing and focused her attention on the weary, turquoise eyes that she found locked on her. “Hm?” she asked innocently, pupils shrinking.

“You…“ Sunset huffed, “have a turn… need a break.” She rolled off and flopped down beside me, facing the ceiling as she tried in vain to fix her hair. “Not going... way I thought.”

Brows furrowed, Fluttershy leaned up on her elbow. ”What d’you mean?”

Sunset shook her head, keeping her eyes closed. “Had plan… not working… cumming too good…”

“Oh dear. You need me to get him close for you?” Fluttershy asked sweetly.

Sunset nodded. “Yeah… let’s see what you got.”

With a smirk, I looked over at my girlfriend, whose cheeks had darkened at the prospect of having sex in front of her friend. The arousal she’d built from watching Sunset and I outweighed her inhibition, however, and she quickly reached under her skirt and fiddled around in search of her panties. She slipped them down over those long, yellow legs, bringing her knees to her chest so she could slip the underwear over her feet—which would have been quite a sight if someone had been standing at the foot of the bed.

Fluttershy rolled towards me next, tossing her hair over her shoulder before slipping one knee across me, her cheeks rosy as a demure smile grew on her lips. “Um… hi.”

“Hey, Flutters,” I replied as she settled on top of me, using one hand to keep her skirt from getting between in the way.

“Oh nothing,” she said innocently, before glancing at her friend and then cupping one hand beside her mouth to whisper: “I think big bad Sunset needs some help.”

“I heard that,” came a stern voice from my left.

I chuckled and reached up to kiss the shy girl, tasting her saliva when her tongue surged into my mouth with surprising aggression, a light swath of soft, pink hair slipping down to graze my cheek. She broke the kiss with a noisy, wet smack, exhaling a warm breath against my face.

“Why don’t we show her what you’re made of then?” I asked, looking into those big teal eyes.

“That’s the plan,” she replied as she lifted her hips and slipped one hand under her skirt, the shift in position causing her soft, full bust to press against my chest through that white tank top. She found my erection with her middle fingertip and lifted it, holding it in place as she lowered herself against it.

My eyes remained locked with hers when I felt her warm, slick folds kiss the tip of my length, creating a wave of comforting pleasure when she traced the length of her crease with my head, spreading her moisture onto it to mix it with the juices left behind by Sunset.

Ready to indulge herself, Fluttershy pushed back gently, letting me slip into her hot depths. She was hotter than Hades inside, her moisture thick, smooth and fresh; an orgasm or two would change that in a hurry, but for now, her depths were unmolested and had been for two excruciating weeks. Thrilled by my presence, they welcomed me inside with a firm hug and a dose of warm sensation as her tight, delicate heat slid right down to the base of my mast, swallowing me whole.

A soft moan escaped her lips and she leaned in for another kiss, sending her tongue into my mouth as a row of slippery fingertips came up to stroke my cheek. She began to move, slowly at first, grinding her mound against my abdomen; gusts of her breath entered my mouth between kisses, the intoxicating scent of her hair filling my nostrils while her interior worked its magic on my manhood, filling my mind with eye-fluttering bliss that started from the growing sensitivity in my head and radiating outwards.

Returning her kisses, I slid my hands under her skirt to hold her backside. I squeezed those smooth, round cheeks as they gyrated in perfect rhythm, feeling the warmth of her fluids as they began to spread across my lap, mixing with Sunset’s.

It wasn’t long before she sat upright, letting her weight press my erection further into her; the difference in mass between Fluttershy and Sunset was surprising, as was the shy girl’s inexplicable ability to generate mind-numbing pleasure while doing so in a much gentler and more graceful fashion.

No longer able to reach her derrière, I ran my hands down her smooth thighs and then withdrew them from her skirt to run them up the waist of that thin, white top. I cupped her breasts through her shirt and bra, marveling at their soft weight; I squeezed them firmly, enjoying the cleavage created when they pushed up and out of her top: full and firm, coloured in that lovely shade of butter, making me want to run my lips along that delicious crease between them—if only I could reach it.

Fluttershy’s frame leaned against my hands for leverage, allowing her to grind her clit firmly against my lap, her slowly tightening depths sliding along my length, threatening at last to open the door to that satisfying conclusion.

Her flesh was overcome with excitement as well, and just as I felt that final tingle begin to grow, Fluttershy’s interior clenched tightly. Her body stiffened, interrupting the graceful swaying that made her soft, beautiful hair swing around her face and shoulders; her eyes slammed shut and her hips quivered, followed by a quiet squip from beneath her skirt, and then a hot gush that doused my lap and flowed down between my legs, soaking the bedspread below.

“Ahhhhh...” Fluttershy gasped, her eyes popping open as she leaned my chest with her hands and giggled breathlessly. “Goodness me, did you feel that? I squirted!”

I nodded, drawing a deep breath as I felt her soaking depths pulse around my erection, tingling with glee in the aftermath of climax. “Yeah, I felt that,” I replied, reaching up to hook my hand around the back of her neck to pull her down into a kiss.

She responded with passion, pressing her lips hard against mine. Her tongue entered with authority, licking everything inside my mouth before fluttering its tip against mine and then swirling it around in a loop, spreading her saliva throughout. She broke the kiss suddenly and pressed her forehead against mine, locking eyes with me. “Ohh... mmmm, it felt SO good! I missed you so much, Goldie; please… promise you’ll never leave me like that again!”

Her body resumed fucking while she spoke, more vigorous this time, her movements creating a sloppy racket as her hips reciprocated, taking my length into her soaked depths again and again. She gazed into my eyes as her face hovered above mine, her hot breath warming the air that’d been trapped inside the encircling veil of pink, fragrant hair.

By now, it was obvious to both me and the shy girl that we should have made love on our own as soon as I’d returned home, rather than giving the first session to Sunset. Neither of us realised how much we’d missed each other and how bad a physical reconnection was needed; it was wonderful being inside this lovely girl once again, and shocking how powerful she could be without actually being physically imposing.

The quiet moans emanating from her throat were like music to my ears, and the sensation of her tight, slick interior warming and massaging my erection caused every nerve ending to dance with delight, filling my mind with intoxicating bliss as that tall, slender body ground against me through those thin clothes. I had, in the meantime, slipped my hands inside her tank top to rub the small of her back while the pressure began to build deep inside, accompanied by a rising sensation in my manhood. Soon, I would release my load into this beauty for the first time to two weeks; the anticipation took hold of me and I bit my lip as I watched her face, waiting to see her expression when she felt that hot blast fill her from the opposite end.

That is, until my peripheries caught a glimpse of something moving beyond that pink wall, visible through a small gap between the shy girl’s locks.

It was Sunset’s arm, coming up to wipe her forehead. In my indulgence, I had forgotten the red-head was even there, and I turned slightly to peer through Fluttershy’s hair to see what she was doing.

She laid there motionless, her nude body glistening with sweat as she watched her friend go to town on her lover; this must have been quite a sight, because Sunset’s expression was one of awe: eyes wide, mouth open.

I was struck when I saw there, and I quickly remembered the reason we were here: to give Sunset my condition, at her request; and as much as I desired completing this soon-to-be messy reunion with my girlfriend, we had to set aside our desires and finish what we came here to do.

Luckily, the decision came just in time; my erection had become engorged and was ready to burst inside the shy girl when I reached down and frantically patted her hip to stop her.

“Wait… wait, Flutters… we can’t; stop!” I panted.

She slowed to a halt and looked down at me, breathing deeply as a befuddled look came across her features.

“We gotta… for Sunset…”

Her eyes widened when it hit her. “Oh! My… I forgot, I… I almost took your-“ Panting heavily, she used her hand to flip her hair over her shoulder and then faced the red-head. “I-I’m sorry, Sunset, I wasn’t thinking! I guess I got a little carried away there; this was supposed to be for you.”

It took a few seconds for Sunset snap out of it, still in shock after the caliber of fucking she’d just witnessed. She blinked a couple times and gave her head a shake. “Uh… that’s OK... I, uh… was just on that dick, so… I know what it’s like.”

“OK well, here…” Fluttershy rolled off and returned to her spot on my right, running her fingers through her hair to straighten it, out of breath, but not fatigued in the least—unlike Sunset, who had completely ravaged herself trying to draw an orgasm from me. “You wanted me to get him close for you,” she continued as she glanced down, noticing a wet patch on the front of her skirt. “He’s all yours, Sunset; he should be locked and loaded for you now.”

Sunset sat up partway, propped on one elbow. “Flutters... wow. I mean... holy shit, that was fucking amazing.”

Breathing through pursed lips, Fluttershy brought her attention from the ceiling to her friend. Then she closed her eyes and smirked, shrugging one shoulder as if to say: ‘no biggie.’

After a quick shake of her head, Sunset looked down at me, spying the glistening length that laid on my abdomen. She narrowed her eyes next, giving me an ominous look.

Knowing what this meant, I groaned quietly and turned away to roll my eyes at the ceiling. “Ugh… not this bully shit again.”

“I wasn’t done yet,” came a sharp reply. “So you’d better watch yourself or I’ll really make you sorry—actually... come to think of it, I was gonna do that anyway.”

I turned back and watched Sunset reach past me to drag her moist body over mine, her breasts slipping across my chest. During her break, the layer of perspiration that covered her skin had cooled considerably, and it sent a chill through me when she swung her leg over my hip and laid herself on top of me, smearing me with her moisture.

“Ooh! That’s cold,” I teased, closing my eyes when she reached down with a gloved hand to place my knob between her folds, which were quite warm in contrast to the rest of her.

“Not for long,” she replied, her voice laced with a sensual ring as she sank downward, impaling herself on my slick mast. I found it surprisingly hot when I slipped inside, contaminating her depths with the shy girl’s fluids.

She was right; it didn’t take long for our temperatures to unify, in fact hers rapidly rose above mine when she began to thrust, reminding me very quickly how much stronger she was than Fluttershy. It wasn’t difficult to imagine why she’d worn herself out so completely; she seemed to put everything she had into every thrust, which was great for me, but not so much for herself if she intended to hang in there for all twelve rounds.

Sunset’s brows furrowed as the sensation resumed and the juices began to flow, but now, since Fluttershy had given her the edge, my finish loomed close, waiting to pounce as that heavenly texture massaged me, causing my head to swell rapidly in preparation for release.

This was it. Sunset about to join our ranks; the elite, the everlasting, the indestructible. Except this time —for the first time— it was intentional. This beautiful, smart and strong woman was riding me with full intentions of finishing me inside her, to fill her most intimate space with my seed for the sole purpose of making herself infinitely more powerful.

I felt so used. It was great!

Also great was the rising sensation I felt down low, served to me by her soft, tight flesh; the pressure deep inside my loins quickly rose to the surface, ready to send a hot payload into the red-head’s depths.

After taking one last look at the face above me, disheveled and glistening, but beautiful, biting her lip as she closed her eyes and wondered who was going to cum first, her hair brushing my cheeks as it swayed to her movements, I closed my eyes and bit down on the inside of my cheek, awaiting with veiled excitement for that satisfying release, to shoot my hot volume deep inside Sunset Shimmer.

Ridged, swollen and tingling with pleasure, one last stroke was all that would have been needed, but to my surprise, just as I felt that hot, powerful surge begin to make its way through my length, Sunset stopped abruptly.

My breath caught in my throat when everything screeched to a halt: the pleasure, the bliss, the flow, all of it came to a painfully disappointing rest. Wondering why, I opened my eyes to find the red-head staring down at me.

“A-… are you OK?” I grunted, feeling my loins tremble under the pressure.

Sunset pursed her lips and shrugged, her eyes shifting up to the headboard. “Mm-hm. I’m fine,” she replied casually, looking at me again.

I licked my lip and then bit it, feeling the swelling in my erection recede as the climax slipped away—which I was positive she could feel as well. “But… why-… howcome you stopped?”

With a devious smirk, she brought her face close to mine, eyes narrowed. “Because I’m a bitch,” she replied, and then flicked the tip of my nose with her tongue.

“What?” I whispered, sneering at her.

“This is what you get for all your smart-mouthing,” she explained, running her tongue along the inside of her bottom lip. “Now I’m gonna mess with you—just because I can.”

I looked at her sideways, watching a smug grin grow across her lips. “You’re talkin a lotta game for someone who needed help getting me off.”

Her smirk quickly disappeared and she stared vacantly for a moment. Then, suddenly, she scrunched her nose and lips and slapped a hand over one side my face, turning my head to the side and shoving in into the pillow.

“When are you gonna learn, you fuck!?” she snarled against my cheek, teeth gritted. “Just keep talking, I dare you. I can do this aaaaall fucking night. I have absolutely zero reservations about edging you until you cry like a little baby; I’ll ride your fucking cock until you’re about to burst, and then I will DENY you… again, and again, and again. Make no mistake: your fucking balls will ache for a month by the time I’m done with you.” She backed away slightly. “Is any of this sinking in? Are you understanding me yet?”

I sighed and rolled my eyes, dreadfully aware of that leather glove against my face as well as that slick, hot body covering mine. It’s not like I couldn’t just move my own hips when she stopped, or grab her hips to move them myself —or even throw on her back and jam her full of my load— but this little game of Sunset’s seemed to bring her some kind of satisfaction or pleasure, and if this was the only time I would have to deal with it, then I guess I could handle it just this once.

Not only that, but if the subtle movements and soft coos from the other side of the bed were any indication of how much Fluttershy was enjoying Sunset’s display of power, then I figured I’d better be a good sport and just go along with it.

With a sigh, I nodded. “Fine,” I agreed quietly, to which she released me and leaned with her hands on the mattress, letting her breasts dangle just low enough that her stiff nipples grazed my chest.

“Good,” she chirped.

Sunset resumed riding once again, her hair and breasts swaying along with her movements. Her hips curled down at the top of each thrust, grinding her mound against me, which caused her brow to furrow with delight, suppressed moans escaping her throat. Her body heat rose, generating more perspiration as her womanhood wept more of its slick fluid into my lap, stroking my length back to the edge, ready for another round of delicious —for her— torture.

Indeed, even at rest, I hovered dangerously close to orgasm, and being inside a beauty like Sunset, feeling her interior pamper me like this made it a very short ride back to the finish. Within a minute, the sensation of those hot depths squeezing and massaging had drawn the pressure back to the surface, causing me to swell yet again, desperate to achieve that much needed release.

True to her word, when Sunset brought me to that tingling precipice, when I stood mere seconds from bliss, she abruptly decided that I was not yet worthy of using her body to get off and she stopped on a dime, watching me with wide eyes and parted lips, a devious smile pulling at the corners of her mouth as she savoured the feeling of that swollen head: throbbing and twitching with desperation, deep inside her.

“Ooooh, SO close,” she taunted, sticking her bottom lip out. “That must be so frustrating; I bet if gave my hips just one little twitch, you would probably explode all over in there, wouldn’t you? Ohh, that would feel sooooo good, wouldn’t it? Mmmmm…”

I closed my eyes. Resisting the temptation of moving my own hips to finish the job was one of the hardest things I’d had to endure in a very long time. Eventually, however, the pressure subsided, and I was left wondering —dreading— how many more times Sunset intended to do this to me.

Then she did something I didn’t quite expect: her hips resumed their movement. Her backside bounced relentlessly, teasing me again after not even letting me come down from the edge. I bit my lip, feeling the pressure skyrocket again, that mind-numbing sensation returning with a vengeance.

Why was she doing this? Was she close to cumming herself and couldn’t resist it? Or was she too hungry to resist having that hot filling pumped into her? I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. Hopefully this was it.

I pressed my head back, waiting for her to bring about my release; I knew it wouldn’t take long.

It happened so fast, and all of these thoughts rushed through my head as Sunset drove me to the edge once more… and then I learned that I shouldn’t have gotten so comfortable with the idea that she intended to finish it—because she didn’t.

Just as I’d swollen to the point of nearly tearing her open, Sunset stopped, and brought the entire train to a screeching halt yet again.

Stymied and frustrated, I turned my head to the side and grimaced. “Hnnnngh… fuck!” I grunted, eyelids squeezed tight as I my length twitched with desperation, wrapped in that heavenly yet torturous flesh, whose owner was clearly delighted by my frustration.

Her amusement announced itself with a gust of air against my cheek when she let out a devious cackle, tickled pink by the feel of my erection short-circuiting inside her. “Ohhhhh, you fool!” she laughed. “You didn’t really think I was gonna let you have it, did you?”

I huffed noisily, trying to ignore the backpressure twisted up in my loins, which were being heartlessly teased into destruction.

“Oh, Sunset… that’s so mean,” Fluttershy’s voice panted from my right. “But so hot!”

I opened my eyes and looked at her, surprised that she wasn’t more sympathetic than this.

She shrunk slightly when she saw the look she was getting. “But also very mean,“ she added quickly.

I brought my attention to the face above me and locked onto those intense turquoise eyes—those animalistic eyes, gleaming with delight and filled with arousal.

“You do know how this works, right?” I asked sharply. “This whole ‘becoming like me’ thing? It’s not gonna work if you keep stopping like this.”

Sunset’s grin disappeared and she cocked her head, letting it hang as she gave me a deadpanned look. “Yeah… I know how this works. You know I know how it works.” With a slow inhale, the red-head let her warm, slick body come down against mine, abdomen first, followed by her breasts pressing against my chest. She put her face only inches from mine, and continued speaking with an extremely sensual tone.

“I’m supposed to fuck you —without stopping— until you can’t take it anymore, and you lose control and start shooting your hot cum deeeeeep inside my tight… wet... pussy; right? You pump me right full, until it gushes out and runs down my leg—ooooohh… that would probably feel fucking amazing right about now, wouldn’t it?” She cocked her head and smirked. “I’m getting the vibe that you would really like that.”

I sighed. “Your vibe radar is on point,” I said, studying the perspiration on her face.

“Damn right it is,” she replied, licking her lip. “Tell you what: I think you’ve had just about enough torture, so next time, I’m not gonna stop. Sound good?”

I closed my eyes and sighed, praying that she was being truthful. “Sounds good to me.”

“K,” Sunset whispered as she sat up suddenly and flipped her hair over her shoulder, pausing to wipe away the more stubborn locks stuck to her temple. Then she leaned on my chest with her hands and thrust her hips forward, instantly re-awakening that intense sensation; this in turn summoned my loins to build pressure again, which had been sitting dormant just out of sight, ready to re-emerge at a second’s notice.

She closed her eyes and threw her head back while she rode, her breaths firing deep and hot as she ground her soaked crotch against my lap, savouring the rapidly swelling girth pointing straight up into her.

Pleasure poured over me, as did her interior, causing me to tense up as my manhood swelled so hard I thought it might literally explode inside her. It was heavenly, but simultaneously terrifying not knowing if she was going to follow through this time, to allow me that satisfying plunge into that warm sea of bliss, to finally grant me the wonderful release I so craved.

Throwing caution to the wind, my mind let me settle into the idea that my finish was coming, and I reached up to cup my hands over her breasts to hold onto them as she rode me over the edge. Squeezing them gently, their soft mass nearly slipped from between my fingers; the layer of sweat that coated them made them slippery, but I rather enjoyed the feel of it: that soft, warm weight filling my hands, her hard nipples poking my palms. I closed my eyes and gripped them tenaciously, biting my lip as her gyrating body teased my erection with its soft, wet interior, driving me ever closer to the edge.

Her hands left my chest and her leather-clad fingers wrapped around my wrists, squeezing tight. “Yes…” she whimpered between breaths, accelerating her thrusts. “Squeeze my tits; yes! It’s so good!”

I tightened my grip slightly, being careful not to hurt her. “You better not stop this time…” I warned, clenching my jaw as I felt the heat of my load begin to travel trough me, ready to make its way up my length to find its escape.

“N-no…” she squeaked, her voice elevated an entire octave, her face intense and glowing beet red. Unexpectedly, she pulled my wrists outward, prompting me to let go of her breasts so she could come down, letting her soaked body press against mine.

It was more than I could handle. My swollen length deep inside her, her breasts pressed against my chest, her distinctively hard nipples poking my skin, being soaked in her sweat and her slick juices; all of it was an exquisite form of torture, and I was beyond ready to give in to it.

That is, until her movements came to a stop.

“Gaahh!” I growled, gripping the small of her back. “You… you said you wouldn’t stop!”

“I know,” she said, her hips rising very slowly, letting my swollen length withdraw from her. “I’m not stopping; I’m just gonna go reeeeaaaaally sloooow.”

I let my head fall back, digging my fingertips into her back as her hips continued to rise until the ridge of my head was barely covered by her folds.

“Oh my goodness!” Fluttershy cooed from out of sight, breathless from pleasuring herself. “Sunset… that’s so fucking hot.”

The red-head, face-to-face with me, bit her lip and smiled when she heard the shy girl’s praise, and she began to drop her hips again—very slowly, like the minute hand of a clock, torturing me with just enough stimulation to keep me teetering on the ragged edge of climax.

Trapped in a heightened state of sensitivity, I could feel every hot, slick detail of her anatomy as it slowly swallowing me up again; every little bump, ripple, nook and cranny was as vivid as the clearest day when they slid over my tortured length, raking every nerve ending as they went.

Sunset no doubt felt the same: that flared, throbbing head, its sharp ridge forcing its way through that tight canal, every vein that ran the length of the shaft, engorged and ready to burst.

It was a mystery to me how she was able to do this so perfectly, how she knew the exact speed to attain this equilibrium, keeping me trapped in limbo, on the threshold of orgasm—fast enough to keep it from fading, but slow enough that I couldn’t advance to that explosive conclusion.

It was wonderful, but unbelievable hell all at once. She reached the bottom after what felt like an eternity, her lap touching mine once the last inch of me was at last wrapped in her womanhood. Then she started the whole thing over again, lifting her hips ever-so-slowly to let me creep out of her.

I have no idea how long this went on for; it could have been hours, or it could have been less than a minute. I had no idea. Time was difficult to judge when your mind is being torn apart by pleasure, anticipation, impatience and the need to release a massive amount of pressure—I couldn’t decide if I loved it or hated it. Probably both.

Finally, however, the universe threw me a bone.

Out of nowhere, a soft moan emerged from Sunset and her body began to quiver uncontrollably.

I opened my eyes to look at her; her brows were furrowed and her mouth was open, her breath ragged. Her flesh, which was in the midst of slowly taking me back inside, clenched down and began to pulse, squeezing me tightly as another, louder moan tore itself from her throat.

She was cumming.

Thank the stars above! Thank the lord for that tight squeeze and rapid throbbing! The sensation of it was enough —along with the very thought of her getting off to this, the idea of her mind being blinded by pleasure— to finally push me the rest of the way over the edge.

Gripping her waist firmly, I revelled in the sensation of that first hot blast as it rocketed through my length and fired straight into Sunset, soaking her depths with my thick, hot cum. My manhood throbbed violently as it fired the second, third and forth shots, pelting her insides with a vengeance after being stifled so many times, finally given the freedom to turn loose inside her without restraint.

Those turquoise eyes of hers were wide, her mouth hanging open as she felt that warm flood permeate her loins, pumped full of what seemed like a never-ending spray of thick, powerful shots. “Ooohhhhh… fuck,” she gasped. “I can feel it; that’s so fucking hot!”

My hands had moved down her to her backside, gripping her cheeks while I pressed her down to shove myself deep inside, injecting the rest of my load as deep as I could.

At last, after what felt like an eternity’s worth of satisfaction washed over me and I’d drained every ounce I had into her, I released her derrière and let my arms flop to the sides, totally relaxed. Sunset, covered in sweat, weary, and full of cum, also went limp, letting her body melt on top of mine. We laid together in silence, waiting for our breathing to level off and return to normal.

As I laid there, pinned beneath that frazzled, soaked young woman, I began to ruminate on what’d just happened. While her little roleplay seemed a bit odd to me, I could understand that it meant something to Sunset and Fluttershy; it was certainly an interesting way to take something negative from their past and turn it into something that they could enjoy together, and it made me wonder if they’d been planning it before hand.

Her treatment of me —the edging especially— seemed unpleasant in the heat of the moment, and I found myself frustrated by it for obvious reasons; it was beyond tempting to bypass it and take matters into my own hands because frankly, it was absolute torture. Now, however, I was glad I let her do her thing, because what began as utter torment turned into one of the most satisfying orgasms I’d ever experienced, and it was clear that Sunset’s scheme was more than just domination: it was a build up to something amazing. Realising this, I shook my head and smirked.

Sunset really was a genius.

“Wow, you two,” the shy girl said softly, from somewhere beyond the damp, red hair that draped across my eyes. “That was beautiful; it looked so amazing!”

Sunset drew a deep breath and then released it. “It felt amazing,” she droned, exhausted. “That was… fucking phenomenal. Like… seriously the best fuck I’ve ever had… by far.”

Hearing this at least made me feel better, knowing that even after Fluttershy had given her the edge, Sunset had still been taken to the limits of what she could handle.

She rose slightly, leaning on her elbows as she looked down at me, her breasts resting on my chest. “I came,” she announced with a smirk, “just before you did. Did you feel that?”

I looked up at her. “Yeah... I did. That’s the only reason I finally made it.”

“Ah, fuck…” She shook her head. “So hot. I gotta admit, Golds, that was way better than I expected. You’re the first dude I haven’t been able to tease like that on my own.”

“I’m honored.”

With a quick chuckle, she placed a hand on my chest and sat up suddenly. “Who’s hungry? You guys wanna get some nachos?”

Caught off-guard by the proposal, Fluttershy and I watched as she reached up and squeezed her own breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.

“Um… I’m sorry, what?” the shy girl asked, confused.

“Huh?” she replied, looking over at her friend. “Oh…”

I watched, feeling my manhood point straight up into those hot, gooey depths as Sunset dropped her hands to her thighs.

“Yeah. It’s this thing I have; I get really, super hungry after a good fuck like tha-“

She looked down at herself suddenly, and then cupped one hand over her mound as she shifted her eyes onto me. “Oops… I think some just leaked out.”

I nodded. I’d already felt the hot, thick gush soaking my crotch, so I was well aware.

“Eh, that’s OK,” she said, leaning on my chest again. “It feels like there’s lots left in there. That was a fucking big load you shot in me, dude.”