I was almost afraid to touch it. While it looked a little more inviting than the one or two horsecocks I’d spotted in my erstwhile adventures into seedy places on the internet, Big Mac’s dick was still very similar, and huge besides. I could only imagine what it might feel like inside me... but, if all went well, that part of the night would come later.

I guess the only thing to do was to dive right in.

Big Mac didn’t speak as I wrapped my right hand around the middle of his shaft – but, to my delight, he did throw his head back and close his eyes, apparently struggling to keep himself quiet. I felt a jolt of enthusiastic pleasure go through my body at the same instant, and placed my left hand below my right, circling my fingers around the giant piece of meat in front of me.

Luckily Big Mac’s girth was only hugely impressive, rather than monstrous. Lengthwise, on the other hand, there was no way I was going to get even a decent portion of his rod in my hands. The few inches I managed to grab felt pretty much like every other dick I’d handled, with the difference being mostly the size and how warm it was. It felt like putting my hands in front of a well-heated fireplace, and then being given a giant length of dick to occupy myself with as I got warmed up.

Tentatively, I pressed my hands together to get as much in one grasp as I could, and tried moving them up and down. It felt like re-learning how to give a handjob all over again.

I let out a tiny sigh of relief as I felt Big Mac’s length twitch in my hands. He lowered his head back down, and watched me as I attempted to wrangle the frighteningly large size of his unit. His eyes on me made me feel even hotter, and I tried another stroke in the opposite direction, sliding my hands all the way down his tender but rock-hard skin until I met the base of his shaft and pressed down.

He didn’t speak, but he let out a hot breath of air onto the top of my head.

It occurred to me at that instant that, in my imagination, I hadn’t pictured Big Mac letting out even the slightest sign of enjoyment. But, it also occured to me that, while I’m sure there was no shortage of mares lining for a piece of his namesake, as much as he might or might not have spent hours railing prospective rutting partners, he’d probably never felt hands before.

There was a lot you could do with a well-used pair of hands.

I grinned to myself as I moved my arms in tandem, stroking all the way up to Big Mac’s head. I slid my right hand up a bit further, breaking the conjoinment of my fingers and rubbing my palm over the tip of his head. I held back an excited squeal as I felt the moisture of his precum against my skin, and I rubbed it a bit harder, spreading the clear liquid over the whole surface of his tip before sliding my right hand back down to meet my left. I only waited a few seconds before slipping them both back down to the base of his cock, and then back up again, starting to pick up speed and build a small rhythm.

“Geez.” Big Mac spoke, and I masked my delight at breaking his restrained composure. “That feels, uh, really good.” He sounded almost surprised, as though he hadn’t been expecting to pushed so far over the edge of his normal expectations for pleasure. I recognized the tone a bit; it sounded like the self-shocked words of a guy who’d gotten in a few thrusts before shooting off, cumming too quick even to be embarrassed – just confused.

I leaned forward as I moved my hands up and down Big Mac’s shaft, blowing a little breath onto his skin when my hands were at the top or bottom of his shaft. Every time I reached his head I was greeted with another bit of precum, which I spread over my palm before returning to my downstroke. Big Mac’s hips moved with my hands every time, and the tiny smack that went through the air when my hands collided with the bottom of his shaft made me shiver.

I wanted desperately to keep going, and to test my theory about Big Mac’s response to my alien human touch being a faceful of his cum sooner than he’d ever expected – but there were two other stallions in the room, and at least one of them was feeling left out.

I chanced a look over at Cheerilee, wanting dearly to see what she’d managed to get up to while I’d started my own attentions. To my surprise, she was still in front of Snails, but wasn’t touching him other than the hoof on his knee. Whether she’d been waiting for me to look, or just examining her evening’s prize, I couldn’t be sure, but the moment I looked over, she raised her hoof, though giving no sign that she had looked over to see me turn.

“Snails,” she asked, “have you ever had somepony touch you here before?” She prodded Snails’ unbelievably huge dick, and Snails watched it move with the force of her touch, bobbing back and forth once or twice.

Snails shook his head.

“Do you know how good it feels when somepony does? I think you might really like it.” Cheerilee leaned closer towards Snails and smiled at him, her eyes half closed as she looked towards her student. She couldn’t lean over top of his cock – it was so big, she had to settle for taking a spot beside it.

“Sometimes I touch it myself,” Snails said. I cringed at his painful obliviousness, but Cheerilee didn’t bat an eyelash. If anything, she almost seemed more interested.

“You do?” She asked, and began running her hoof up and down Snails’ leg, moving closer and closer to the base of his cock with each caress. “And how does it feel when you do that?”

“Pretty good,” Snails said, his eyes glazed over in contemplation. “Well, I don’t... I don’t touch it, really. I just kind of, like, move back and forth, and it swings up and hits my tummy, and it starts to feel really really good until it stops, and white stuff shoots out everywhere.”

Cheerilee’s stroking of Snails’ legs stopped abruptly. Though I’m not sure if Snails’ noticed it, I saw a definite clenching of her legs. She ground them together for a few seconds before returning her attention to Snails.

“Is... is that so?” Cheerilee’s voice sounded hot and flustered, like she was parsing information through a blazing desire to dispense with the foreplay and throw herself onto Snails’ dick. But, just like the Cheerilee I knew, she kept her cool as best she could. I couldn’t see quite where she was coming from for a second, but as I thought about it, the idea of Big Mac doing the same thing – slapping his dick against his belly until he shot all over himself – was pretty ridiculously hot too.

“Do you... do you think you could show me what that looks like?” she asked. One of her hooves disappeared, and I could see it dart down between her legs for a few seconds before returning to her side.

“Sure,” Snails said. Without a second thought, or even reorienting his position, Snails rocked his hips back and forth – and, true to his word, his cock bumped up against his belly with each shake, making a lewd ‘slap’ as it did so.

Cheerilee’s tongue hung out for a minute, but she quickly retrieved it.

“That’s... very good, Snails. But, I’d like to show you something that feels even better.”

“You wou–ah!” Snails’ rhetoric was cut off by Cheerilee as, with complete abandon, she gave up on the tiniest semblance of her restraint and took the head of Snails’ cock into her mouth.

I couldn’t help but lick my lips as I watched her work on swallowing the first few inches of her pupil’s behemoth.

It reminded me there was another well-sized apparatus still without attention, and one with a more practical size besides; perfect for testing out my first taste of pony cock.

“Caramel, are you feeling left out?”

Caramel looked away from me as I leaned towards him. I kept my left hand on Big Mac’s cock, no part of my ready to give it away, but I placed my right on Caramel’s leg and began rubbing it up and down, feeling the warm softness of his yellow fur underneath my fingertips. I considered apologizing for the drips of Big Mac’s precum I must surely be smearing in it, but I figured that both of us had more important things on our mind. He could always take a bath later anyway.

“No, it’s okay,” Caramel murmured, tucking his head towards his chest as though he was embarrassed by my attention.

If Cheerilee a few moments earlier had taught me anything, it was that hesitation was not the right approach.

Without giving warning, I reached forward and grabbed Caramel’s shaft with my right hand. He jerked as my fingers wrapped around his dick, and I smiled to myself, pleased, as I noticed the size of it compared to Big Mac’s. It was bigger than any guy’s that I’d been with, for sure – but it seemed more manageable than Big Mac’s. His I was having trouble even jerking off... Caramel seemed like he’d be a perfect fit for my mouth, no problem.

“It’s okay, Caramel,” I murmured as I leaned towards him. “I wasn’t going to forget about you.”

I closed my eyes and wrapped my lips around the head of Caramel’s cock as the last word left my mouth.

Caramel shouted something unintelligible as I took the first few inches of him into my mouth. He was a bit thicker than what I was used to, and still probably more than I could take without working my gag reflex a little, but nothing horrifyingly big. In fact, he felt nice. I caught myself moaning softly as I lowered my head further, getting halfway down his shaft before pulling back up, leaving a thick coating of saliva along his skin. As I lifted my lips off the head of his cock, I let a long strand of spit dangle between my mouth and the tip of his dick, and looked up into his eyes for his reaction.

He stared at me, shocked, as though he was unable to process the sight in front of him, let alone the feeling I’d left him with.

Guys have always liked my blowjobs – the messiness especially. I know I like it, anyway.

Without waiting for further approval, I lowered my head back to Caramel’s cock and dived down as much of his length as I could take in a single go. I was just a few inches from the base when I felt his head poking against the back of my throat, and I slobbered up his length again, pressing my tongue against the underside of his shaft and giving a lick to his hole starting to drip with precum as I reached the top of my arc. I didn’t wait as long before lowering this time, and started a quick up and down, letting liberal amounts of my saliva out as I bobbed my head. I kept my left hand moving shakily up and down Big Mac’s giant dick, and moved my right one elsewhere, sliding my fingertips up the inside of Caramel’s thigh until I found his balls, big and full and dangling right under the base of his cock.

He jumped when I squeezed them, and I felt his cock twitch in my mouth.

If he was as much of a virgin as he looked, that probably meant he wasn’t going to last long.

After feeling Caramel’s head at the back of my throat for the umpeenth time, I decided to see if I was up to the task of fitting the entire length of his dick inside my mouth. I tried to remember the trick to keep myself from gagging, and instead settled on just going with what felt natural; sliding my head down further, centimeter by centimeter, until, to my great relief, I felt my nose against Caramel’s crotch, and my hand only inches away, still fondling his nuts.

I was surprised when I didn’t feel his cum in the back of my throat, but just having him all the way inside was a treat. I already felt like I’d have to apologize to Cheerilee for the cleaning I was sure her carpet was going to need after I dripped all over it.

I decided to take a look at Cheerilee to see how she was doing. My mouth would have fallen open if it wasn’t full of dick.

Cheerilee was slobbering all over Snails’ cock like a champ, taking in over half the size of the gigantic thing with each bob of her head. She was moving like she was running an oral marathon, her lips making tiny schlup schlup sounds as she went to town on the giant horsecock in front of her.

Snails looked like he wasn’t sure how to react. He was half reclined, half upright in amazement, and one of his hooves was on the back of Cheerilee’s head, stroking her bubblegum pink mane as she sucked his dick.

I couldn’t pull my eyes away from them, so I kept staring as I took Caramel’s shaft into my second deep-throat of the night.

I felt the twitch under my fingers before I felt it in the back of my throat.

The first blast came with only that second’s warning; hot, and thick, and fast, spraying over my tongue and as far down my esophagus as Caramel could manage. I’m not the type of girl adverse to swallowing, but the sudden delivery combined with the volume surprised me, so I pulled my head back as fast as I could manage. Caramel got one more spurt into my mouth proper before the head of his cock popped out of my lips and the next jet hit me in the face, painting my forehead and my left cheek with what felt like a ridiculous amount of cum. Like, I was still working on swallowing the first two shots, and then the third one felt like someone had dumped a glass of mixed frosting onto my face.

Caramel’s balls twitched against my palm with every shot, and I had the presence of mind to give them a squeeze every few seconds as he rewarded me with his fourth and fifth spurts. The last one capped off with a dribble, a stream of his cum leaking down his shaft and onto my wrist as I gave his balls a final tug.

The term ‘facial’ was one hundred percent appropriate. I looked like I’d been given an appointment at a beauty center specializing in horse cum revitalization masks. Here I’d been expecting Big Mac to finish earlier than expected, and Caramel had gone and–

Oh, that’s right.

I turned my attention back to Big Macintosh without bothering to clean myself up. I was still downing the last few traces of semen left lingering on my tongue. Luckily, Caramel’s shots had missed my eyes, so I could still see fine, which meant my right hand didn’t have any trouble finding it’s place next to my left as I resumed stroking Big Mac with both hands. The look on his face at the look of my face was priceless, but I didn’t pay it any attention. I was too wrapped up in giving him a proper handjob again; I felt almost guilty that I couldn’t suck him off the same way I’d managed Caramel (there was no way I could fit any decent amount of his dick in my mouth), so I put as much effort as I could into my stroking, just the right amount of light touch in my fingertips, and special attention to his head and base.

His eyes said it, as well as the shaking of his hips as he met each of my strokes with a stronger thrust.

“Gettin’, uh...”

“Close?” I finished for him, looking up at him through my faceful of cum and batting my eyelashes. I felt a tingle in my stomach when he twitched as I spoke. Either I was doing a good job of being slutty and cute at the same time, or he really liked me. Maybe both.

“Uh huh,” he managed, gritting his teeth and struggling to keep his eyes open.

“Where do you want to cum?” I asked him, lowering my left hand to his balls and giving them a squeeze before resuming my two-handed movement. His balls were much bigger than Caramel’s, and much heavier besides. I felt another twitch as I touched them. His cocked seemed extra hard in my hands as I stared up at him expectantly.

He seemed embarrassed at my request, but I could see the gears in his head turning in contemplation. He looked me over once or twice, no doubt exploring the possibilities of a new species of partner with a whole new avenue of places to deliver his load. His eyes settled on my chest.

“I wouldn’t, ah, mind finishin’ on your, uh...”

“My tits?” I asked bluntly, keeping my voice as innocent as possible. “You wanna blow your big load on my tits?”

“Yes,” he managed, sounding breathless. He didn’t even wait a second before I felt him twitch in my hands, extra hard this time.

“Gonna...”

I stood up a bit and aimed his cock towards my breasts as best I could, jerking frantically.

He came in almost a spray. It wasn’t like Caramel, who’d given a few shots the way I was used to. Big Macintosh came like a fire-hose, spraying my chest with a long, continuous rope of his cum, thick and white and hot against my skin. I moaned out loud unabashedly as I felt his jizz splash across my skin, and I reduced my attention to one hand jerking and holding him as I used my right to rub his cum against my tits. The thickness of it against my palm was amazing, and it felt even better when I squeezed and pressed it into my breasts, feeling shudders course down my spine and right to my crotch as I pressed my palm against my nipples and slathered them in Big Mac’s cum.

After a few seconds the last drip of Big Mac’s load hung at the end of his cock, and I leaned forward and licked it up with my tongue, slathering over his tip and taking the head into my mouth for a few seconds and sucking. I pulled his cock out with a ‘pop’ and leaned back, sighing as the last of his cum settled onto my tits.

I looked over to Cheerilee again. She had beaten me; she was pulling off Snails’ cock with a full look on her face, and Snails’ contended groan let me know that she had swallowed his entire load of cum.

Or, at least most of it. A tiny bit had dribbled from the corner of her mouth onto her chin.

“You’ve got a little something...” I said, completely irrelevant of the oddity of the situation as I pointed out the dollop of white she had below her lower lip.

Cheerilee looked at me like she wasn’t sure where I’d come from. She raised a hoof to her mouth shakily and rubbed it against the side of her face opposite the dab of cum.

“No,” I said, shuffling across the carpet in Cheerilee’s direction. “Here, let me...”

My fingers touched against her face for a moment before I felt Cheerilee’s hooves on the back of my neck, pulling my face forward. I had enough time to grab a short breath before she yanked my mouth to hers, and I felt her lips pursed for a second before parting, dragging me into a kiss.

Cheerilee’s kissing was incredible. So hungry and desperate, unhindered or maybe spurred on by what must be a stomach full of freshly milked cum. I could taste it on her tongue, which she invited of her own accord into my mouth, swiveling and snaking it around my own and using it to drag moans out of me that I’d thought I could keep hidden from a simple kiss. Cheerilee’s kiss was different; she kissed with her whole body, pressing her chest against me, swishing her tail behind her back, even though I couldn’t see it, and dragging my attention into her embrace, making me pant and moan and feel the sweat on every inch of my skin.

She let the kiss part for a moment to gather breath, and I took the chance to lick her chin, grabbing the dollop of cum and bringing it into my mouth. Her eyes went wide, and she took a mouthful of air before diving back in, burying me in lips flavoured with red wine and a hint of salt.

After she stopped the kiss for a second time I fell backwards panting and landed roughly on the carpet, gasping for breath. Cheerilee remained more composed, but I could hear her panting nearby, evidently as breathless from the kiss as I was.

“That was... something,” I managed through my attempts to gather air. No one responded. After a few seconds, I pulled myself up off the floor, turning to the couch of stallions beside me.

Every single one of them was still rock-hard. I fought to keep my jaw from dropping.

“You guys are still pretty excited, huh,” I said, stating the obvious. I felt Cheerilee’s hoof on my back suddenly, rubbing softly against my bare, sweaty skin.

“They certainly are. Do you think we should do something about that, Samantha?”

Yes. One hundred percent yes.

“Of course,” I said, turning to Cheerilee and smiling at her. She grinned back at me.

“I’d be happy to continue, but my mouth and hooves are sooooo sore after that... I don’t suppose there’s any other way we could have fun?” Cheerilee asked, her voice oozing with put-on innocence and oblivious sexiness.

I turned to the couch and spread my legs with a smirk, giving all three stallions a full view of my dripping wet pussy. I wasn’t interested in beating around the bush anymore.

“Have any of you guys ever wanted to fuck a human girl before?” I asked.

The scramble from one end of the couch was my answer. I turned my head and found Big Mac looking embarrassedly attentive, standing up from his seat but trying to look away, as though he hadn’t literally jumped at the chance to rail me. I wasn’t about to chide him; he’d had me from the second I’d seen him hard. If there was anyone I wanted to lose my human-pony virginity with, it was him.

But, there were three stallions, and Cheerilee didn’t seem like a ‘double-penetration’ sort of girl to me, nor did I feel like one myself. Though... I did have a mouth and set of hands.

“I’ll can take two, if you want some one-on-one time with your... special guest,” I said, giving Cheerilee an appraising grin.

She beamed at me, but tempered her enthusiasm with a clearing of her throat and closing of her eyes.

“As much as I’d like to, I think it’s only fair if we shake things up a bit. I don’t mean to play favourites.”

I almost let my mouth fall open in disbelief. Here Cheerilee had gone to all the trouble of getting Snails over in the first place, getting him drunk, finally managed to get him hard, swallowing a stomachful of his cum – and now she was turning down the chance to get fucked by her freakishly huge dicked student?

I was at a loss for words.

“We’ll trade up again after,” she said, smiling at me. “Why don’t you take Snails and Big Macintosh, and I’ll help Caramel enjoy the rest of his evening?”

‘Taking’ Snails and Big Macintosh seemed like a bit more than I could handle, the first one especially.

But, I’ve never been a girl to give up on a challenge.

“Sure,” I said, and Cheerilee smiled at me again.

“Come here Caramel,” she said, beckoning the still bashful looking stallion over with a wave of her foreleg. “I know Samantha can be a bit forthright, and I’m sure you’re the type of colt who’d prefer to take things a little bit slower, yes? Why don’t you let me ease you into things...”

After all this was over, I might talk to Cheerilee about some sort of professional ‘first time’ service for inexperienced stallions. I’d never imagined leading someone into sex as reassuringly as she did.

Caramel seemed convinced. He hopped off the couch and wavered for a moment, still shaky from the alcohol coursing through his bloodstream. Cheerilee went to him and took his hoof, leading him over to a clear stretch of carpet which I imagined would join the list of things that would need cleaning after the night was over.

“Come on Snails,” I said, eyeing his giant dick as he picked himself up from the couch. Luckily he didn’t need any convincing – I probably could have told him to wait patiently and he would have obliged, but that would have made things much less fun.

Big Macintosh was waiting for me expectantly on the other side of the couch. Even though all the ponies in Equestria were smaller than me in comparison, Big Mac almost looked like a real horse in that moment, big and burly and strong. I placed my hand on his head as I walked up next to him, and he met my touch with a nuzzle of his head, rubbing his sandy blonde mane into my palm which was still a bit sticky with his cum. He didn’t seem to mind at all though. I stroked his mane a few times, running my fingers through his hair and drifting occasionally to the base of his ear which I rubbed with a finger. He exhaled softly, but still loud enough for me to hear, and rubbed his head harder into my touch as I scratched. I almost giggled, and moved my hand again, running it along his back, feeling the firmness of his body. I stroked him a few times, letting my fingers rest against his tail for a bit before finally moving my arm back to my side.

If I had been nervous at all before then, I was calm now – and still soaking wet.

Big Mac nuzzled his head against my shoulder and pushed a bit, pointing towards the ground.

“Why don’t you lie down’?”

I did as asked without hesitation. The carpet was a bit rougher than I would have liked, and it scratched my back a little as I lied down, but the warmth still coursing through my body and the anticipation of what was to come let me relax and close my eyes for a moment, sighing into the open air of the living room.

I jumped a little as I felt Big Mac’s nose on my skin. It was a little chillier than I expected, though not as cold as a dog’s might be. He started by pressing it into my leg, just below my waist. I tensed as he moved it around, nuzzling softly into my thighs and calves before nudging upwards. I grasped at a handful of carpet as I felt his proximity drift nearby the inbetween of my legs, but he moved away as soon as he’d come close, travelling up past my waist and onto my stomach. I giggled a little bit as I felt his lips kiss against my belly button and then move upward again.

Finally he reached my chest, and I shivered and let out a little moan as his mouth circled around my right breast, moving around and around, in between and to the outside. My nipples were hard, standing up straight despite the relatively warm air of the room, and my own skin besides. After what felt like an agonizing eternity, Big Mac parted his lips and carefully prodded my breast with his tongue.

The warmth and size were surprising; his tongue was almost big enough to cover my whole breast. He licked softly at first, pressing down gently over my nipple and lapping once across before turning his attention to my other side. I shivered as he licked there too, feeling the warm texture of his tongue and the subtle moisture of his saliva left behind. He licked my tits for a bit, back and forth to one, and then the other, spreading his attention between them. It was already enough to make me quiver; the anticipation in my head and the feeling of being so dirty and wanton with the gaggle of boys who’d been watching my all night had already gotten me soaking wet, and now Big Mac’s tongue felt like scorching hot fire on my skin, making my hips jerk against nothing as he licked, and my fingers clench into the carpet, begging silently for more.

Big Mac surprised me by tracing his tongue along my skin to my shoulder, and then my neck, lapping surprisingly softly for such a big pony. I swooned into his touch without restraint, moaning to show my approval as he  caressed me with his tongue. He withdrew his tongue once or twice and nuzzled me with his snout in between his licks. I wanted dearly for him to kiss me there, or anywhere, but he kept his attentions restrained, just licking or nuzzling, so tenderly and attentively I felt like I was going crazy. After a while, long enough for my entire body to scream for more, he pulled his tongue away, and I felt the heat of his breath and the proximity of his mouth vanish. I opened my eyes.

Big Mac stared at me from a few inches away, smiling.

I wanted to smile back at him, but could only manage a soft, breathless grin before I opened my mouth to speak.

“Big Mac,” I said, reaching one of my hands towards him and running it through his hair. “I want you...”

He surprised me again; this time with a kiss.

I’d never thought about kissing a pony before, but Big Mac took away any doubt that was in my mind. His lips were big, and not particularly elegant, certainly nothing like Cheerilee’s had been – but his kiss was warm, and masculine, and all-consuming, and I moaned into his mouth without restraint as he kissed me. I wanted to throw my arms and legs around him and pull him closer and beg him to be inside me, but my begging was stayed by his lips and just a hint of his tongue, as well as the distance of his body away from mine. He was bigger than I’d thought at first glance, and there was no way I could reach him, so I contented myself with kissing him, hard, and passionately, moaning the whole time.

He moved his body forward as we kissed, and I felt it against me for the first time away from my hands; just the tip, poking into my stomach.

I pulled myself away from the kiss with my body screaming at me in two directions, and locked both my hands around the back of Big Mac’s head.

“Please,” I said, pressing my face against his and rubbing our cheeks together. “Put it in.”

Big Mac nuzzled back against me and nodded. I hadn’t expected him to be such a gentleman, but I could feel my heart pounding furiously in my chest as he pulled away, including the tip of him pressed up against my stomach. I was getting more romance than wild, animal lust, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about the difference.

I was soaking wet regardless, so I suppose the details were mostly irrelevant.

I felt him again, this time against the inside of my legs. I spread myself to give him room, and the flared tip of his cock slid up between my thighs to rest pointedly just above my entrance. I felt a tiny shudder along my spine as the head of his cock nudged my clit before moving back down, pressing against my lips, dripping with my own arousal.

He wasn’t even in, and already I felt like my skin had touched electric wire.

“Please,” I murmured again. Big Mac slid the tip of his cock up and down my entrance once or twice, coating it in slick, natural lubricant. Finally content with his level of wetness, he placed himself properly and, with a slowness that made me bite down on my tongue to keep from screaming, slid forward.

The first inch was amazing. The difference in size was noticeable even without the whole thing inside. I could feel the extra girth after a few seconds of consideration – and even though it was only the first inch of many, I could feel the extra size waiting as well, something in the way Mac’s shaft stayed aligned as it slid inside.

I started clenching involuntarily on Big Mac’s head, and saw him grit as teeth as he slid further forward.

The whole process was one long motion. I tried not to think about how many inches it must be as Big Mac moved further and further inside me.

I felt full before he was all the way inside, and reached my hand up to signal stop, patting him on his chest just above his foreleg. He looked down at me with concern in his eyes, and I simply motioned to show him that was enough, unable to speak.

The concern in his eyes was awash in a sea of desire, and I could tell there was a part of him struggling very hard not to simply start pounding away at the sexy, feminine body underneath him.

I wouldn’t have objected. For the first time since I could recall having sex, I finally felt like I was enjoying myself. No guy I’d ever met could have compared to Big Macintosh, and the feeling of him being stuffed inside me was one without compare even outside the realm of dating. I felt stretched in the best possible way; not painful at all, but with just the tiniest hint of potential discomfort. Every bit of me felt full, and it was a feeling that consumed every inch of my body and made me shiver with excitement. I was  leaking a steady stream of girl-juice onto Big Mac’s shaft, and I knew he could tell, which probably wasn’t helping his whole ‘self-restraint’ idea.

“Move,” I said, not wanting to wait any longer.

Mac nodded, and pulled out before thrusting inside me properly.

The first move of his hips made me gasp. I couldn’t tell if my body was in shock or if I’d almost cum from one thrust.

BIg Mac smiled at me for a second, then continued his thrusting, taking no time at all to build up a rhythm.

The feeling of his cock was amazing. I’d never even dreamed of feeling so full, so full that when he moved my whole body moved with him, and my hips’ attempts to meet his thrusts were washed away by the overwhelming force of his size and strength and huge fucking dick pounding into my hole. I couldn’t look without being overwhelmed by the sense of how fucking good everything felt, so I closed my eyes and let my head roll back, and let out a series of long, constant moans, completely unconcerned with whomever else in the room might hear.

There was someone else in the room though, wasn’t there?

I vaguely remembered there were two stallions waiting on my attention, not just one.

Well, one stallion and one colt, anyway.

I managed to open my eyes through Big Mac’s thrusting, and looked to the side. Sure enough, Snails was standing there on all fours, waiting patiently for me to pay him some attention. I did feel bad, but any momentary guilt was drowned completely by the feeling of being so full and satisfied from the giant dick pounding into me over and over again.

“S-snails,” I said, attempting to speak coherently through the size of the rod slamming into me every second. Big Mac’s thrusts jostled me with their force which made my words shaky and breathless. “W-why don’t you, c-come over here, and, a-and let me pay s-some attention to y-ou...” I reached my hand out lamely into the air, knowing full well Snails was too far away, but hoping that he’d listen despite the broken up delivery of my request.

His expression didn’t change, but he bounced over to my side and poised his body above my chest, letting his almost comically huge dick hang down. It was big enough to reach my mouth and then some just from standing over top of me.

That would have to do.

I knew there was no way I’d be able to choke on his cock the same way Cheerilee had done, so I tried to do my best to give a different kind of attention, licking up and down the shaft and head and taking sections between my lips every once in awhile. Moving my mouth with any amount of articulation was difficult while being pounded, so after a while I settled for licking whatever part of Snails’ cock I could get in my mouth and stroking the farthest part of his shaft with my hands, which also jerked back and forth with the rest of my body.

The faint musk of Snails’ cum and the taste of his cock were what pushed me over the edge. My body had been sending me signals since the first thrust that I wasn’t going to hold out long, being so full and properly fucked for the first time in my life, but sucking on Snails’ giant dong while Big Mac rutted me like a mare in heat was all my brain could take in before it sent electricity to the rest of my body, overwhelming every inch of my skin with pleasure signals. My back arched, which meant Big Mac pressed up even further inside me. I thought I could feel him against my cervix, but I didn’t care. Not once in years had I cum without touching my clit, but I came then, hard, unbelievably hard, screaming and thrashing against Big Mac’s  cock and grinding my fingernails so hard into the carpet I was sure I must be leaving marks. I could feel how wet I was around Big Mac’s shaft, how hard I was clenching it, my pussy spasming again and again, Big Mac not pausing the movement of his hips even once as I rode out my orgasm.

My whole body felt like a flattened paper bag as the last trace of my climax left. Big Mac noticed my sudden lethargy and stopped his thrusting, looking at me with amused concern as I panted and pressed a hand against my chest. Snails’ cock hung forgotten next to my face, dripping with a healthy coating of my spit from repeated tonguings.

I wanted nothing more than to lie here and let Big Mac fuck me until I couldn’t say my own name anymore, but it was fairly obvious that given the current arrangement, something different would have to be done to accommodate the other participant. As things were, there was no way I’d be able to take Snails’ dick in any hole, let alone while every bit of my focus was on how good Big Mac’s cock felt inside me. So, with that in mind, it might be best for everyone if Cheerilee and I switched up partners, as much as she might have enjoyed easing Caramel into his first time.

“Cheerilee, do you think we could–”

“Mmmnh!” Cheerilee cut me off with a particular loud moan which blurred into several smaller ones. It occurred to me that I’d been so wrapped up in my own goings on that I hadn’t paid any attention to how things were going on her side of the room; from the sound of it, particularly well at the moment. I hazarded a glance in her direction and was not disappointed.

Cheerilee had gotten Caramel onto his back in more or less the same position I was in and was riding him like a first year sorority girl who’d practice cowgirl like a sport. Cheerilee’s awesome, squeezable butt was bouncing up and down on Caramel’s dick, and her tail was swishing back and forth as she moved, waving in the air and giving once-in-a-while views of her ass and tight-looking pussy squeezing around Caramel’s shaft.

Apparently I’d caught her in the middle of a particularly loud set of moans that were only growing louder. Her eyes were shut as she rocked her hips back and forth like a porn star, bouncing her butt up and down until, as I watched, she slammed down suddenly and became mute. She pressed her hooves against Caramel’s shoulders, and, to my amazement, shivered and sprayed a small bit of clear liquid from her pussy onto Caramel’s crotch and stomach. She came for a few seconds, and her legs shook as she untensed her muscles, lowering herself all the way onto Caramel’s cock and resting there for a moment, panting and taking long, heavy breaths next to Caramel’s ear.

I couldn’t see Caramel’s face, but I had a pretty good idea of what it must look like. Probably the same as mine, or the same as anyone’s might have after seeing Cheerilee’s butt-bouncing lead her to a silent, squirting orgasm.

“Cheerilee,” I tried again, still well aware of Big Mac’s cock inside me and Snails’ shaft dangling near my face and waiting for attention. “Sorry to interrupt, but do you think we could trade off for a bit? I have something in mind, but Snails is too big for me...” I looked up at Snails apologetically. He smiled at me with dopey, empty eyes, as though he didn’t even know whether or not he was supposed to be offended.

Cheerilee took a long breath as she slid herself off of Caramel, her pussy visibly quivering as her lips slipped over the head of his cock. She took a few panted breaths for a second before turning to me, standing over top of an awkward looking Caramel, dripping a few extra remnants of her orgasm onto his shaft.

“Of course,” she said, sounding as though she’d just finished a triathalon.

It should have been obvious that no force in the world would have stopped her from getting more time with Snails.