Gilda’s fingers wrapped around the top of the headboard and gripped hard. She had a very strong grip; indeed, her whole body was very well toned for a young woman her age. When she wasn’t busy with her career, she spent a lot of time in the gym. At the moment she was in a crummy motel room, sharing a bed with her off-and-on-again friend and lover.
Gilda opened her mouth and groaned. Her chest heaved. The beads of sweat on her chest and breasts were shaken, and went sliding down her body in little rivulets. Her shoulders, pressed back against the headboard, were slick and wouldn’t support her. She gripped the headboard harder with one hand, but let go with the second. She reached down and grabbed a fistful of the rainbow colored hair on the head sandwiched between her thighs.
That hair haunted her dreams at night. She could remember the first time she had seen it from across that crowded camp cafeteria. She had wanted it since then, and now it was exactly where she liked it. Rainbow Dash’s tongue flicked in and out, and across Gilda’s clit, rapidly. It was so fast, it almost seemed to buzz. Whenever Gilda thought of Dash, she thought of her as a hummingbird. She was small, she was colorful, and she was so incredibly fast and filled with energy. She was even faster than her, and, while she would never admit to it, she was always a bit jealous of that. It could have been the reason she was both possessive and resentful towards her lover.
Right now there was no real thought in her mind at all. Her hips were shaking. Her whole body was undulating like a snake, only up and down instead of side to side. Her fingertips dug into Dash’s scalp, making her squeal. Gilda’s hand kept Dash’s face firmly planted into her love. Dash’s nose was pushing up into Gilda’s soft mound. Gilda was at the very edge of orgasm. Her tits were flopping around in circles as her body shook. She bit her lower lip as she got close. She was squeezing her knees in tight around Dash’s head, then flexing them back out, wide apart.
She could hear the plane coming in. The crummy motel where Gilda had been staying for the last week and a half was right next to the airport. Both airports actually: it wasn’t far from the military airport, and she could see the actual runway of the civilian airport through her open window. She kept the window open on purpose. Hot wind blew off the tarmac, bringing dust and exhaust and occasional fumes of jet fuel. She lived for that.
The plane, she could tell based on just the sound, was a big, fat jumbo jet. The sound of the four huge turbofan engines turned into a roar that filled the room. As it blasted overhead, the room shook. Her bed shook, and even Dash vibrated between her legs. Gilda’s eyes bulged outwards.
The plane touched down with a squeal of tires on tarmac, and it roared down the runway. The noise diminished. So too did the sensation of an approaching orgasm. Gilda was denied. Her body started to slump down in disappointment. Her sweaty palm squeaked across the hard, polished wood as she dragged it down the face of the headboard.
Dash sensed the disappointment. She looked up into Gilda’s face, although her tongue never left the top of the slit of Gilda’s pussy. Gilda reached down with her free hand and seized Dash’s head with both. She kicked up a leg, and rolled Dash over onto her back. She shouted and laughed as she went over.
Gilda could have stayed like that, squatting down over Dash’s face. She considered it for a split second. Then she decided on something else, and pushed herself down Dash’s body until they were face to face. She was so slick, she slid down Dash effortlessly.
Dash was looking up into her eyes, smiling. She started to speak. “So did you c...”
Gilda planted her lips down on Dash’s. She could taste herself on Dash’s tongue. Her whole face was wet and sticky. Their lips slobbered and squelched as their tongues danced in each others' mouth. Gilda raised her hand up towards the ceiling. Then she brought it down hard, palm flat, against the length of Dash’s wet, eager pussy. It made a meaty slap that was followed by a short screech of surprise from Dash.
Dash’s soft, freshly shaved mound fit perfectly in the palm of Gilda’s hand. She massaged it with only her palm. It was one of the few soft spots on Dash’s petite, but athletic body. She barely had any tits at all. Gilda’s tits were much fuller, and she pressed and smeared them all over Dash’s chest. Only occasionally, their nipples flicked across each other.
Gilda drove a finger up inside of Dash. She curled her finger and pressed the tip of it upwards, against the inside of Dash’s sweet cunt, hunting for the g-spot. She must have found it. Dash’s knees shot inwards, pressing the rest of Gilda’s hand between her thighs. Gilda broke the kiss and dragged her lips down Dash’s neck to her chest. She latched on to one of her nipples and started to suck. Despite lacking full breasts, Dash’s nipples were just as sensitive as any woman’s. It grew erect in Gilda’s mouth. She moaned as Gilda gently bit down on it.
Gilda pressed her finger up even harder inside of Dash. She used just a bit of the tip of her fingernail. Dash squeezed her fit thighs even harder. Whether it was in pleasure or pain, Gilda didn’t know. For her, it was often both. Dash’s body started to quiver and flex. Her hips humped upwards, as if trying to fuck Gilda’s hand, and fuck it hard.
The nipple fell from Gilda’s surprised mouth. When she looked at Dash, she noticed the blush spreading across Dash’s face. Her whole chest was also turning pink, then her whole body. Almost as soon as it started, the violent humping stopped, and a broad, relaxed grin grew across Dash’s face.
“You’re kidding, right?” Gilda asked her.
“I still don’t know why you still get surprised after all this time,” Dash laughed.
“That was, like, ten seconds.”
“I told you I was fast,” she shrugged. She reached her hands up over her head as if she needed to stretch her arms, then, in a flash, one hand shot downwards, then up between Gilda’s legs. Gilda stood up straight on her knees and arched her back. Dash was plunging two fingers deep inside, rapidly driving them in and out while rubbing Gilda’s clit with her thumb. It felt good, but Gilda still let out a frustrated sigh. That orgasm had been so close, but she just hadn’t reached it. It was so easy for Dash.
Gilda tipped over and fell down onto her elbows, right at the edge of the bed. She reached down and started to fumble through an open bag of luggage. Dash took the opportunity while Gilda was distracted to leap up behind her. She slapped her hand between Gilda’s butt cheeks, and drove in two fingers from the rear. She bent over Gilda’s back and fondled her swinging, hanging breasts.
Dash’s weight caused Gilda’s knees to slip out from underneath her, and she crashed down on the bed, with Dash landing on top of her. Dash’s hands never stopped squeezing Gilda’s tit, or finger-banging her twat. “Ow,” Gilda squirmed, “you’ve got a bony chin.”
“Whatcha getting?” Dash watched Gilda rummage through her stuff. She was pulling out what looked like a toy. There were straps. And a dong. Dash’s fingers were forced out when Gilda sat up in bed.
Quick as a wink, Dash snatched the toy out Gilda’s hand. “Ooo, a strapon,” Dash laughed. “And it’s so lifelike. Didn’t know you liked that sort of detail.”
“Hey,” Gilda said. “Give it back.” There was a brief struggle for it. Both had their hands wrapped around the shaft. Dash laughed but Gilda was less amused. She finally tore it out of Dash’s grip. Dash might be faster, but Gilda was a lot stronger. With the toy back in her possession, Gilda pressed her free hand against Dash’s smiling face and shoved. Dash fell back into bed. Before she could get up, Gilda was down on top of her. There was another wrestling match, but no matter how Dash tried to turn and twist and dive out from beneath Gilda, Gilda just over-powered her.
Eventually, Dash gave up the fight. She calmed down, and slowly dragged the inside of her calves up the back of Gilda’s thighs. She wrapped her legs around Gilda’s waist and squeezed. Dash’s mouth opened up just a little bit, demurely. She blinked up at Gilda, an innocent, helpless expression on her face. Gilda grinned. She let go of Dash’s wrists long enough to reach back and strap the dildo around her waist. She brought the third strap, the one with the long, wide hole, up between her crotch.
Once secured, she grabbed Dash by the wrists again and held her down. She started to pump her hips. The dong wasn’t penetrating Dash, but sliding up and down the groove of her pussy, stimulating it. Getting slick and wet. Dash writhed and cooed in Gilda’s grip. Gilda let go of her wrists again, and reached down. With her fingers, she guided the plastic head into Dash’s hole, and pumped with her hips to drive the shaft inside. Dash reached around and grabbed Gilda’s back with one hand. She grabbed at Gilda’s white hair with the other, squeezing Gilda’s head as she was fucked by her.
Gilda pressed all of her weight down onto Dash’s small body. She slid her hands between Dash and the bed, and grabbed at her butt. Dash’s perky cheeks were flexing and relaxing in time with Gilda’s thrusts. Then Gilda got up straight on her knees, and seized Dash by her ankles. She spread her legs as wide apart as they would go. Gilda watched the way Dash’s body responded as she drove the big cock in and out of her. Dash’s tiny tits bounced around, just a bit. Her thighs flexed in and out, vaguely like the flapping wings of some bird. Gilda had always loved the sight of Rainbow Dash beneath her, with her legs spread wide. It made her feel so dominant.
Gilda leaned forward. She let go of Dash’s thighs, and hooked the inside of Dash’s knees with the inside of her own elbows. Somehow it seemed the dildo was driving inside of Dash deeper than it already was. Dash’s face twitched each time Gilda hammered the cock home. Gilda couldn’t feel the dildo, of course, but the strap tied through her crotch was rubbing her off just right.
Outside, Gilda could hear the approach of another jetliner. It was smaller than the first, but still big enough to shake the room. Gilda placed Dash’s ankles up around her shoulders. Now Gilda was really fucking her as hard as she could. Dash’s back was arched so that her butt was sticking up towards Gilda’s pounding hips. Gilda herself was in a push-up position. The full length of the dong, from tip of the head to the base, was pistoning in and out of Dash’s pink pussy. Everything in the room vibrated as the jet roared over the motel. Gilda screamed as the orgasm approached again. Dash was screaming each time Gilda’s hips slapped into her thighs. Dash dug her fingers into Gilda’s fleshy, sweating tits. The tires squealed as they touched down on the runway. Again, Gilda was denied. She felt the sensation slipping away, just like the first time. Dash, on the other hand, was cumming once more. Gilda watched, amazed, as her body quivered in ecstasy for a second time. Gilda kept thrusting long enough for Dash to finish, then she collapsed down on top of her.
“Seriously?” Gilda asked. Dash didn’t respond, except to chuckle softly. “Turn around,” the grumpy Gilda ordered her.
Instead of waiting, Gilda grabbed one of Dash’s legs and turned her over herself. She only made it half way, with Dash on her side, before Gilda started fucking her again. Gilda was determined now to see this through to the end. With one knee still on the bed, she brought the other leg up onto her foot. It provided a little better leverage as she hammered the shaft between Dash’s pussy lips.
Several minutes later, Dash was able to wriggle around until she was on her hands and knees. She started coming again as she was being fucked doggy-style. Gilda couldn’t believe it. She gritted her teeth, and fucked even harder. She grabbed hard around Dash’s narrow waist. She actually pulled back with her hands when she drove forward with her hips. Dash’s little butt jiggled and rippled with the force of each thrust.
Gilda got up on her other foot, so that she was now squatting behind Dash as they fucked. It was powerful enough that it was driving Dash forward up the bed. Soon her head started to softly thud against the hard headboard. Dash had to duck her head down to keep from getting hurt. Gilda kept shoving forward. Dash’s shoulders were now pressed against the headboard, and her body was bent awkwardly down so that she had a view of her own legs, and Gilda’s behind them. She could watch the shaft being driven into her body.
Gilda heard Dash grunt in discomfort, and the sound made her excited again. That feeling was coming back. Another plane was approaching, another big one. Dash reached down between her legs. She started to finger her own clit. Then she reached further, and found Gilda’s sopping wet cunt in the hole of the strap in her crotch. She started fingering her vigorously. The whole motel room shook. Gilda screamed again. Dash started slapping Gilda’s pussy with her fingers. The wet smacking was lost in the roar of the engines.
Gilda finally came. She felt her whole body explode. Dash’s fingers were dripping wet. Gilda’s burning, overworked thighs twitched, then failed. She collapsed down onto Dash once more. Dash rolled her off, then started kissing and pecking at Gilda’s neck. Gilda’s body continued to twitch as Dash bit and tickled at her. Gilda’s toes curled up and released, over and over again. As the orgasmic bliss faded, the twitching diminished. Although, even minutes afterwards, Gilda’s thigh might quiver, or her foot might kick.
Dash had returned a hand to Gilda’s pussy, and was slowly massaging a single finger up and down Gilda’s clit as she came down from that high and caught her breath.
“God damn,” Gilda muttered. Dash laughed. A few more minutes passed before Gilda spoke again. “I’m glad I got to see you again. As much as I’ve been having fun, a couple of weeks leave was worth it with you around.”
“So you think you can do it?” Dash asked.
“You mean your little distraction? I might have an idea or two.”
“Really? What is it.”
“I ain’t telling. That would spoil the surprise. I don’t know what you and your Ponyville friends are up to, but it better be worth it.”
“Worth it? Gilda, you’re not planning anything dangerous, are you? You’re not going to get yourself in trouble?”
“Shit, bitch, are you kidding? Everything I do is dangerous. But if I pull it off, I’ll end up coming out on top.” As if to demonstrate, Gilda grabbed Dash and rolled her over so that Gilda was on top once more. “We’ll have to do it fast though. I’m scheduled to ship out on the fifteenth.”
“That’s fine. I like things fast,” Dash giggled, “but I’ll have to know when exactly.”
“Morning of the fifteenth,” Gilda said, kissing Dash’s neck.
“That’s cutting it real close,” Dash said.
“Oh, what? Are you afraid to live a little dangerously now?” Gilda started to bite and pinch and fondle Dash all over.
“Fine, it’s on,” Dash laughed. She started to undo the buckles on the dildo still strapped to Gilda’s waist. “But this time I get to wear it.”

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