I never thought that there could be a better feeling than flying, really I never did. I think that all changed in that one moment. That one beautiful moment when his hoof traced down my leg, reaching for that holy grail of pleasure. He missed though, the bastard, and only graced the side. It was enough though, really, by that point just having somepony near me was enough.

Though it would probably be a good idea to move out of the doorway first.

"Mac, hold up real quick."

He breathes in some air, practically smelling my body, though I really don't mind this. "Yes Dash?"

"Don't you think it would be a better idea to slip out of the door before we continue our, um, activity?"

"I figured that the location really didn't matter, but I guess a bed would be more comfortable than a hallway."

I practically drag him up the steps, though his resistance is hardly there, but I can't wait another second. My body is practically screaming for him, and judging by the smell that strikes my nose as we round the corner, it's only getting louder.

He stops me just outside my bedroom door. His eyes devouring my body, I find that a set of hooves begins the process of taking off my dress. First, he lowers the frontpiece, taking his time while sliding it off of my own front legs. It may have ridden the back part of the dress into my marehood, but at this point I could care less. His body comes into contact with my sides, removing the rest of the only barrier left to my naked beauty.

Unceremoniously throwing the dress off to some part of my room, he quickly undoes his own suit and I bring him to my bed.

I make it there in one piece, though droplets of my pussy juice have dripped to the floor. I never really knew just how much I needed this. Wait. Did I just call it pussy juice? I honestly just called my own justice "pussy juice". How weird is that? Honestly, I may be a sex-deprived mare, but that is just too much. You know what? I think it's kind of kinky. A lot better than just calling it "cum" or something like that. Heck, maybe even better than calling it "love juice" or something sappy like that. By this point, though, I am just stalling. Maybe I should start paying attention to the... Oh Celestia, is he going to actually touch it?

His hoof makes contact. It's a bursting sense of pleasure that I normally have to achieve with my own hoof, so naturally it is a whole lot better when it is somepony else doing it. Especially a big strong stallion like Mac. It's at that moment that he decides to gouge deeper into my pussy. I scream, really it's too much. I can feel his hoof moving it in all sorts of ways, ways that I would never have done on my own. It is kinda scary, that sort of scary where you don't really fear it. You just haven't ever felt anything like it before.
He's getting more aggressive now, pushing deeper still, to the point of my cries and moans reaching a new level of volume. Sweat is pouring down my sides, mixing with the current liquids accumulating around his hoof. He's sweating too - thankfully - I guess I'm not the only pony enjoying this.

I move my own hoof down towards his... Wow. I know that Big Mac is just a name, but I never figured he would be just this average. Really, his stallionhood is about the same as any other stallion's. Contrary to popular belief I guess, normally ponies tell me Mac is larger. Of course, such ponies are normally bullshitting anyways. Here I am doing the real thing with Mac. Or at least getting a nice working.

I start chugging his penis up and down, like a train, and his moans kind of sound like that too. Low and throaty, like he might just break my head with his sheer willpower. I hope he doesn't though. Really, at this point that would suck.

Speaking of suck, it's time I start taking things into my own hooves. Foregoing anymore pleasure that I could be relieving, I move his hoof away from my own sex and travel down his valley to his own personal mountain. My initial ministrations have done well, his precum is pouring out of the tip, begging to be lapped up by a willing mare, who just so happens to be me.

It doesn't really taste as good as ponies make it sound. Sort of like some weird sour taste mixed with hay and sweat. It's not really a bad taste, just different. I start pulling my mouth in and out over his tip, all while throwing my tongue over it, flicking my muscle over the middle open part to try and spice things up. His sharp moans tell me it is definitely working. I keep this going for some time, or at least what seems like some time, at this point I've lost track of time.

I can feel his body getting ready. He starts pushing my head down into his cock, desperately trying to ease himself into my throat. I am not going to do that. I may be willing to give somepony a blowjob, but that doesn't mean I am going to willingly swallow. So, I decide to pull my head off of his cock - despite his obvious chagrin - and tell him just that.

"Can you let me know when you are about to-"

Too late. His entire body lunges forward and streams of cum rocket onto my face. Their movements are rather haphazard and don't really follow in a straight line. A little bit of it hits me right in the nose, breaking a little bit into it. It doesn't really smell any better when it's streaming into your face, but I did voluntarily do this.

He settles down after a good 10 seconds, but I still can't keep track of time. He pants above me for a little while, trying to regain some sense of breathing I assume. He eventually looks down at me.

"That was... Well that was... You know what, that was pretty amazing."

Really, all that build-up for something like that.

"Well, I think it's time you returned the favor," I say.

"Just what I was thinking."

He lowers himself down to my pleasure conduit. By this point, his previous hoof-work has left me still wet and he wastes little time in flinging his tongue out to my pussy.

His first ministrations are light and subtle, probably leading up to something a bit more exciting. And sure enough, he starts going from the outer edges into the deeper parts of my sex. It definitely works, as I can feel the hot pressure of pleasure pump up my body. He keeps up the good work while I to buck my hips upwards. It's not like I can really help it, I haven't actually gotten an eat-out by another pony in quite some time, and he has definitely done this before.

My vagina is starting to let loose a lot more juice at this point. My body heats up, undeniably the result of Mac's tongue. I start to writhe in the bed, trying to scratch some primal itch that has lingered in my body for much too long. He keeps his tongue centered around my clitoris, venturing out into the surrounding territory to keep things fresh. Every time he meets my nub I spasm just a bit; those bursts of pleasure start to push me towards a very delightful end. I can feel the coming of an orgasm. My body is starting to move on instinct, bucking into his tongue harder and harder in a vain attempt at forcing it to dive deeper.

It comes, or rather, I cum.

It's glorious, all of that pressure flooding out in one swift shot. My juices spray onto his muzzle, coating it in a fine sliver of liquid. I feel rather relieved - my body is starting to relax - when suddenly a prodding sensation comes from my pussy. Looking down I see one stiff member trying to ask for entrance in its own special way.

"Dash, would it be alright if I do it?"

"No need to beat around the bush Big Mac, you can stick it right in." I grin a little bit, or rather, I smirk at his politeness, he really must be a gentlecolt.

He pushes his cock into my pussy, tentatively going in, probably so it doesn't hurt as much. Really though, I've already told him he's not my first stallion. But if he wants to take his sweet time, why not?

His member makes it in, full hilt, and he starts to slowly thrust in and out. It's a pimping action that begins to feel really good. I start to sync up with his rhythm, both of us see-sawing into the other. His cock is plunging into me; I let out a few moans for that. He picks up the pace and I respond with a lot more volume. Heck, even a few girly shrieks make their way out of my throat, which has proceeded to take over the moaning part.

He keeps up the tempo, even starting to go faster and harder, pushing up against my womb. The heat is rising again, though not as much as the first time, this would be my second orgasm of the night after all.

His cock is thrusting into me, sweat drips off of our bodies, moans from the both of us fill the room, and his cock starts to pulsate inside me. I can tell he is coming close and I am not too far behind. His tempo keeps increasing, faster and faster, we're close to cumming, and he makes it even more obvious.

"Rainbow, get ready, I'm nearly there."

"You really suck at... Ah... Bedroom language!"

He lets out rushed chuckle, but it’s tempered by the next few words from his mouth.

"Rainbow, I'm going to... Ahhhhhhh!!"

We disconnect just in time, his seed shoots out onto my underside, leaving a little river of cum on my stomach. Looks like I am due for a nice warm shower after this.

His breathing starts to return to normal, for the second time. He rolls onto the other side, his member disengaging and returning to its sheath.

"You want to shower first?"

You know, I really could call him "Captain Obvious" and I wouldn't be too far from the truth.
"Yeah, I guess the one with the cum all over her body should go first."

He really must have liked that, because his laugh echoes through the room. He nearly starts to cry - some tears make their way down his cheeks - but he calms himself down in time. "You really are one-of-a-kind, Dash."

I'd be lying if I said my heart didn't nearly burst out of my chest right there. "T-Thanks." I keep my calm as best as I can and proceed into the shower. All-in-all, it was a pretty good first date.

Author's Note

I hope it was worth the long wait, which I really apologize for! I didn't think it would take me this long to write such a short chapter, but then again, I kept getting caught up in school and my own reading.

Enough excuses though, the next chapter will be "the morning after."

Many thanks to the wonderful Corwin Freiss for editing this chapter, especially considering my amateur clop-writing skills.

Till next time!