Author's Note
I wrote this and am still uncertain as to what it actually is. Perhaps one of you can tell me?
In the meantime, enjoy.
Good Times
Caramel’s ejaculations were a quiet affair. He shook, he shuddered, and with a final twinge and a hushed groan he went still. Caramel sighed and slumped, a last trickle of creamy semen lazily oozing out from him. Crumpled magazines on the table lay open, enticing and entirely forgotten.
“Dude, already?”
The rise and fall of Caramel’s belly made the small spatters there glisten dimly in the light. The rhythmic sounds of Thunderlane working towards his own orgasm next to him filled every inch of silence. Feeble and drained, Caramel watched as the pegasus’ hoof fired up and down.
“Sorry,” said Caramel, quite content with his performance. “I can’t help it. I cum faster than you. I’m fine anywhere else,” he added reproachfully.
Thunderlane shrugged mid-masturbation. “I blame Mint. Or I’m just that good.” He groaned as he pumped a furious few strokes. “Help me out?” Thunderlane pulled his hoof away, already slick and shining, putting his penis proudly on display as if Caramel and himself hadn’t just been jacking off together and hadn’t been doing this fairly regularly for a couple of months now.
The pegasus’ free hoof groped its way down through Caramel’s sticky and matted coat. “You always cum too early,” Thunderlane complained good-naturedly and his hoof played atop Caramel’s sensitive, softening shaft, pushing it this way and that. No qualms about making an even bigger mess of smears there either, not that Caramel ever spurted very much or very far.
He watched Thunderlane’s stiff erection shake as the pegasus rocked his hips. Same length more or less, he’d decided. Maybe thicker on Thunderlane’s part, or just the prominent veins of the pegasus’ cock made it seem that way. A juicy dollop of precum was spilling down the side of it, giving the whole thing a shiny polish. Another beaded up and perched precariously atop the very tip before it too spilled down.
“So can I get that help or am I flying solo here?”
Caramel’s breath steadied and he shuddered with the aftermath of his own orgasm as he propped himself up. “Yeah, sure. I don’t know how you do it. Keep doing it, I mean.”
“Told you before buddy, it’s all about edging.” Thunderlane lay back, sighing and smiling in blissful content as Caramel’s hoof settled into the familiar motions. “I swear you jack me better than you used to. It’s Mint, you’ve caught it from her, I’m sure of it.” The pegasus crooked an eye. “She does jack you off, right?”
Caramel focused on the task in hoof before focusing on the question posed. Thunderlane masturbated almost mechanically. He could keep himself this side of orgasm more or less indefinitely, or at least until he got too horny or too bored with those exact, piston like motions of his. Thunderlane could muster some rather impressive spurts when left to his own devices. Even so...
Caramel liked working over Thunderlane’s cock. There was something intense yet safe about doing this with a friend that the earth pony thrived in. He had styles, he had techniques. All the control Caramel was unable to assert over his own orgasm-eager self he worked rather skillfully out on the pegasus. By the way he shifted and sighed, Thunderlane enjoyed their friendship. A lot.
“That girlfriend of yours teach you a new thing or two? Sure feels like it.” Eyes half lidded, Thunderlane groaned.
“Yeah,” Caramel muttered distractedly as his own cooling semen slipped down his belly and he fumbled for a tissue, “I mean, yeah of course we get up to, you know, stuff. This sort of stuff,” he added. He shook the sticky wad of paper from his hoof.
Thunderlane chuckled, a laugh mixed with little gasps and sudden groans. “Knew it.” The pegasus went stiff all along his body, his wings sprung out awkwardly from his back. “Oh man, keep doing that,” Thunderlane huffed. “Keep doing that. Oh yeah.”
Thunderlane growled; Caramel sped up. Thunderlane’s muscles clenched and his neck craned, the back of his head pressing hard into the couch cushions.
Cum splattered haphazardly over Thunderlane’s chest. “Don’t stop,” he gasped, and now Caramel’s hoof was a frantic blur. More semen shot erratically and Caramel’s enthusiasm earned him friendly fire under his chin. A hot splash landed onto his hoof, then another twinge and another spasm sent a few last shots shooting out onto the ashen gray belly of Thunderlane.
“Dripping cooch of Luna!” the pegasus stammered as he collapsed into the couch. “Wow.”
“Wow,” Caramel echoed, eyeing one creamy dollop that slowly coursed a trail down his hoof. With his other, less sticky hoof he brought the tissue box over. Thunderlane yanked them out by the dozen.
Cleanup was a graceless, lax affair much given to giggles as the pair of stallions rode out the blissful brain-dregs of their encounter. A soaked clump of tissue paper bounced off the side of Caramel’s head as the earth pony hunted along the floors. Caramel flicked it back and scored if not a bullseye, than something near enough.
Spitting and scraping at his tongue, Thunderlane scowled. “Won’t be doing that again,” he muttered. “It was less gross when I was the one throwing it. In my head, anyway.” His mood picked up instantly. “Look how much of the box we went through! Damn, but I mean look at that. Between the two of us there is one sexed up pony.” He nudged Caramel with an embarrassingly knowing grin. “Maybe you should start bringing a few tissue boxes along too. There’s this one cashier mare that stares at me everytime I need to get a new box...which come to think of it is everytime I go shopping it seems. Wow. I think I just realized that we really do use a lot of them. Like, more than regular-lots.”
The air stunk mightily of sex. Caramel sighed a most contented sigh. “It might be you pulling them out ten at a time.”
“Yeah, well...hey look at this.”
“Hmm?”
Thunderlane drew his attention to the magazines on the table. Crumpled and stained from much use and much love, the magazines were always the opening act of their little sessions. Popping them out didn’t always lead to anything, but when it did the focus of each stallion’s arousal shifted away from the static images and moved quite naturally to one another instead. By proverbial lift-off the magazines themselves were always forgotten. “Just there,” urged Thunderlane. “Page seventeen, you know the one where she’s holding up the dildo?”
Caramel nodded. He did know the one where she was holding up the dildo. It had started him on this little masturbatory incursion today with a good stiffy. He looked. He saw what Thunderlane meant. “Oh,” he mumbled.
“Yeah. Good aim or what?” Thunderlane held up the trashy mag triumphantly. “This right here is teamwork. Pretty good stuff. I mean what are the chances?”
Caramel shook his head at the disgrace that was his best friend’s antics, but couldn’t stop smiling. There on page seventeen held aloft proudly for all to see was a brown mare eyeing the camera as she held up a violently pink dildo, her legs splayed revealing a moist pink pussy. A single rope of Thunderlane’s cum had fallen on the page absolutely perfectly to make it seem as if it really were the money-shot facial, captured for all posterity in crumpled, stained, glossy glory.
Thunderlane left it there unabashed. “Come on, let’s get the rest of this cleaned up. Dude, you got cum on my couch again!”
“What? That was you.”
“Well... it was you steering!”
“What?”
“You know, steering? Like, aiming?” Thunderlane nudged Caramel and winked. “It was your hooves on my cock, dude.”
Caramel shot him a flat look. “Well yeah, I know that.”
“Here, I’ll get us some towels. You want first shower?”
“Thanks, er, no. I’ll get the rest of this.” Caramel didn’t add that this was because while Thunderlane was always good for keeping himself clean, his standards just weren’t the same for his stuff, particularly those soft, absorbent things of his that tended to get caught in the ejaculatory cross-fire. Truth be told, Thunderlane kind of sucked at cleaning.
Having a girlfriend had refined Caramel’s already well-developed sensibilities in such matters. Dried cum made matted patches of his coat tug and itched for a few minutes as he finished tidying. In the shower he took his time (and Thunderlane’s hot water, and a generous portion of his body wash) until it was all better.
Thunderlane beamed as Caramel came back to the world of the clean and dry. “Good times,” he said. The air was a lot clearer now too. Chalk it up to the advantages of pegasus wings.
Caramel smiled back, feeling relaxed in every possible way. “Good times,” he agreed.
Hooves slid around Caramel’s shoulders. “Hi,” came a mare’s voice.
“Hey, what’s up?” He turned this way and that to kiss her, but the angles weren’t right.
Mint settled herself next to him on the couch. “Not much. Just bored, you know? Don’t really want to do anything but I don’t want to do nothing either. Make me a sandwich?”
Caramel gave his marefriend a look. “Please?” she asked with an affected expression of shameless cuteness.
“...yeah, okay.”
“You’re so sweet.” She pecked him a kiss and immediately stole his seat.
It was her favourite thing to say of him. “He’s sweet,” she’d proudly explain time and again to the mares she knew. In Ponyville’s rather infamously gender-imbalanced population it was quite the feather in her cap to have him.
Caramel had bounced unhappily through a few marefriends before meeting Mint. They’d been too...defensive, perhaps. Too needy. All that overcompensating in trying to keep him had inadvertently been the wedge that drove him away. Mint wasn’t like that. Certainly none of those exes would mildly bully sandwiches out of him in his own home.
But hey, Caramel made good sandwiches. There was tomato here, and lettuce and a bit of cucumber too. Mint Leaf flicked open the newspaper, leaned back into the couch depression made lovely and warm by Caramel’s bum and settled in to read.
“I was just thinking, you haven’t hung out with Thunderlane for a while.”
Caramel didn’t hesitate in his sandwich making. “Yeah, I suppose it has been a week or two. Here it is.”
Mint Leaf sighed in good humour as she took the plate. “I think you’re the only stallion I’ve ever known that cuts them into triangles. You very well could be the only one in all Equestria.”
“I just like to,” he said a little reproachfully.
She smiled. “You’re so sweet. Mmm. Very good, thank you! Want a triangle?”
“No thanks.”
The mare was already scarfing down the second triangle and she spoke around the bite, “Back to what I was saying though, aren’t you and Thunderlane like best buds?”
Caramel gave his marefriend a look. Thunderlane wasn’t a secret he kept from her. It just wasn’t like that. Of course she knew they were friends. Obviously all the erections and the masturbating and the frankly unnecessary overabundance of used tissues was...well...not mentioned. It wasn’t a real secret, he felt, just a thing he hadn’t gone so far as to tell her about. Nor had any plans to. She’d never really expressed this much interest in it before. His truth with omissions. “Yeah,” Caramel hazarded, “we’re pretty close. Want something to drink too?”
“Mm, please. You guys didn’t fight or something, did you?”
He put a glass of juice next to her and joined her on the couch. “Um, no. What makes you think that?”
Mint shrugged. “I guess it’s nothing.”
“Yep,” he said as he cozied himself in next to her, “it’s nothing. Don’t worry.”
A sultry smile and a chest-wandering hoof guided Caramel down onto his back, so that Mint leant over him and settled her belly on his. “Oh please,” she cooed, “you’re the worrier here.”
Caramel made a point of looking down between them. He was essentially pinned. “I’m very worried.”
Her hoof traced his chin. “Oh, stop talking. I can make you.”
Caramel was going to ask how, but all he managed was a sudden muffled squawk. He wasn’t speaking in tongues, though one had just been shoved into his mouth. He relaxed into her hooves as her tongue lead his around. Lips tingled and they broke away only to breath, the air heady with one another’s scent. She tasted faintly of vegetables. Salad bars were going to be embarrassingly arousing if this sort of thing kept happening, not that Caramel could be made to mind that.
“You know what I find sexy?” Mint asked.
“What do you find sexy?”
“That,” she sighed. Her hooves held his down. She tucked herself into the crook of his neck. “That right there. When your breathing goes all husky like that and I can hear it getting deeper. Mmm.” She snuggled against him for a few breaths more, faintly moaning her pleasure that this made them come deeper and faster. “Now tell me something.”
Caramel blinked. “Tell you what?”
Mint Leaf bopped his nose playfully. “Something you find sexy, silly. Here,” she said happily as she breathed in his scent, “I’ll give you a chance to think it through first.” On that she pressed her body over his, her lips over his, tongues once more being lead about.
Taciturn thought is not easy in such moments as this. The brain is steeping in its own juices; reality becomes fuzzy and pink. Even so, a kernel of Caramel’s more sensible self wanted to get this right. The fact that it gushes out of you when you cum and it gets all over your hoof and you keep going to another orgasm was, while undeniably sexy, perhaps not quite the thing to say. He tried a few other hasty answers in his head while tongues battled.
Your eyes he imagined himself saying. Oh, yeah, he could see that going over well. Except it wouldn’t. Too classic, too romantically cliche. Mint would smirk and pin him that little bit tighter and ask just what it was about her eyes and she’d know he’d be stuck for an answer. It wasn’t that Mint Leaf disliked romance. Not at all, she found it amusing. She’d smack her lips and blow a raspberry.
Actually, that wasn’t a bad idea...
She pulled away enough to let him breath, and boy did he need to. Caramel pushed himself to be his most confident as he looked her in the eye. “You’re smile,” he said. For the clincher he added, “and the way you lick your lips when they get wet.”
Mint made a fine show of doing just that. Slow and sensuous. Caramel shivered. “Wet lips?” she said, drawing out the syllables to their fullest.
He nodded, hopeful and a little uncertain. “Mhmm.”
Mint Leaf was off him in a blur and Caramel sat up in bewilderment. “Curtains!” she chimed as she flung them shut, rattling on their rungs. She turned on Caramel with focused eyes. “Now to make those lips wet,” she said and shoved her stallion forcefully enough to drop him back down. She lay back on the cushions, glancing down her length to Caramel. She spread her legs and urged him forwards.
The mare was, she had repeatedly explained to him, teal. Her labia was a darker version of that, pronounced on its raised mound. Caramel lowered himself, testing the waters with a few cautious prods from his tongue. Already a misty, hot dampness filled his nostrils and his mouth. Mint moaned, muscles clenching and unclenching spasmodically. She could really get into this. He went deeper, running his tongue up one side then the other. Higher up and lower down. With some gentle pressure she yielded, the very tip of Caramel’s tongue parting her, opening the way.
The breath he drew in was steeped with Mint. The breath he exhaled spilled hotly over her most sensitive self. Mint wriggled and did her best not to thrust her hips with jaw-cracking violence into Caramel’s face. All the same, she writhed in place. Caramel’s lips smacked together, sliding and pushing against her as he covered her wet and sensitive nethers in a series of hungry kisses.
“I trained you good,” Mint Leaf moaned as another excruciatingly slow lick sent trembles coursing up her spine. “Very, very good.”
Caramel didn’t reply on account of having his mouth full of vagina. He instead managed a very agreeable humming murmur.
His view was a panorama of teal. His heartbeat drummed and her mounting urgency leant a litany of sighs, gasps and moans to the occasion. Caramel teased his way around her clitoris, swollen and puffy.
Then he kissed it.
“Oh!” Mint cried as a jolt rattled through her. She giggled helplessly. He kissed again and Mint groaned, her hips pushed urgently into him. His own stiff erection pressed its need against his mind. He rocked side to side, and as his aching cock was squeezed and pushed back and forth between his legs it made everything so much worse. Oh, oh so much worse. Sticky dampness oozed and matted in his coat. Minutes passed like this.
“You want me to cum,” Mint panted. “I know you want me to cum. Say you want me to cum.”
Caramel took a moment to glance up from his ministrations. “I want you to cum,” he said breathily. “Wet lips, remember?”
“You...!” Mint swatted playfully at his head before another spasm made her arch her neck back. She shuddered. Under Caramel’s lips she was wet and ripe. “I’m so close Caramel. Don’t...don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop, my ponyboy.”
He didn’t have a choice; she grabbed his head and shoved him down into her quivering pussy. “Mmphm!” was all he could exclaim.
Then Mint Leaf was cumming.
She didn’t cry out the words. She couldn’t say ‘I’m cumming!’ because her eyes were wide, her back was arched, and all her breath was expelled out of her in a wild series of animal grunts and gasps. She’d always been one to really throw herself into the moment like this.
Caramel gasped too, though for his part this was because he needed to take air in, not get rid of it. The instant his head was clear a teal hoof shot down. Mint clopped desperately as she came. It was like a sponge inside her was being wrung out; every pass of her hoof found it wetter and wetter until there was a frantic shlp! shlp! sound with every stroke. Fluid trickled and pooled under her.
Finally the frantic sexed up mania broke in Mint. She slumped and sank into the cushions. “Wow,” was all she managed to say between her struggle for breath and her sporadic fits of giggles.
Caramel couldn’t stop grinning as he watched. His hoof found his throbbing penis all on its own. He jacked it without grace or restraint. He’d just driven his girlfriend headlong into a fantastic orgasm (one he was utterly proud of managing) and had a pressing need for it himself.
Mint’s hoof flicked wearily over her sopping labia. She turned and managed a weak smile. “You know how you’ve wanted to cum on my face?” She smiled with wicked delight at him and clopped idly, swilling her wetness around slowly, shivering with each pass her hoof made over her clitoris.
The pit of Caramel’s stomach, already twisting in on itself gave a tight jump. He did know how he wanted to cum on her face. Very much so. Mint never let him. Oh, she’d do other things that more than made up for it, but Caramel had the gist of what he liked and this was something he liked. Seeing it, that was just so...definitive. If Mint was saying - and he certainly hoped she was - that it was an option, well...good times.
Sticky threads of lady-cum and saliva that connected Mint Leaf’s pussy to the couch stretched, thinned and broke as Mint shifted position. “Come here,” she cooed. “Let me give it a kiss first...”
Walking his front legs up the arm of the couch, Caramel positioned himself over his girlfriend. She flicked her tongue over his swollen glans. Caramel made sure not to collapse under the surge of sensation and Mint leaf giggled. She smacked her lips and ran her tongue more forcefully across it, lifting away a trickle of fluid. “You really are sweet.”
He wasn’t going to last long at all. Unable and unwilling to stop himself he reached down and took up his hasty masturbation once more.
A teal hoof kneaded at Caramel’s scrotum while the other played quick circles at the shuddering tip of his shaft. “You really are eager!” Caramel could only grunt a response. “Well, in for a penny: in for a load of on the face,” Mint mused philosophically. “Just try to steer it. Try to aim! I’m not wearing goggles you know.”
“I’m...cumming!” Caramel groaned in spectacular cliche. His shivers and shakes gave way to wracked spasms. He pulled his clopping hoof away to brace himself just to not fall over from his precarious stand.
He could feel the hot, slick semen spilling out of him, just as he could hear Mint’s gasp, a faint “oof!” and sudden force pushed his pulsating member downwards and upwards: Mint had taken the steering issue into her own hooves it seemed.
Caramel lost count after four spurts, then it became a struggle simply to not collapse. Spent, he sank back, dropping heavily into a sitting position across from Mint. It took a second for his brain to catch up.
His girlfriend was a collage of cumshots. Semen trailed rampantly on her cheek, on her forehead, and as Caramel watched an oozing bulge of the stuff dangled from her chin. She blinked with one eye, the other was tightly shut against the thick white streak spattered over it. She waved meekly. She stuck her tongue out at him; another spurt had found its way to nestle along her tongue. Smiling sheepishly, she let the dollop dribble from her tongue down onto her chin. From there it dangled precariously then broke off, spattering on her leg. Both ponies watched it trickle down slowly from there.
“Really eager,” Mint said in mild astonishment.
“Sorry about the eye.”
“It’s not that bad,” Mint said. “Not as bad as I’ve heard of it being. It’d be worse if I hadn’t shut them in time, I think. Kind of stings and itches a little bit. How’s my face look? It feels...lots.” Her tongue stretched up as she tried to lick her own face. She managed to lap at the edges of a few glistening trails.
“Um...”
“So that’s a yes, you really like this new look and hope to see it more often?”
“Um...”
“Boys,” she chuckled derisively. A tender check with her hoof said all she needed to know. For lack of anything better she wiped the excess semen on her hip “Wow. You drenched me.”
“...yeah.”
Mint leaned over. “I’d kiss you, but-”
“I don’t mind,” Caramel said quietly. He glanced away, flustered, and came back. “Not enough to not kiss you, I mean.”
The kiss they shared as they leaned together was a gentle pressing of lips. Caramel was filled with, well, with his own scent, heavy and musky, but that wasn’t what caught his attention. He could taste what had been on her tongue. Too surprised to be revolted, Caramel didn’t resist her lead.
Mint grinned as she broke away after a few seconds. “See? You really are sweet. In more ways than one. And that was good. Really good. I’m glad you got what you wanted.”
Caramel nodded in stunned agreement. Mint Leaf smacked him fondly on the back. On her second giggling attempt to stand she managed to stay upright, her knees trembling.
“And now I’m going to use all your hot water and most of your soap if you don’t mind. I am, frankly, one very sexed up pony. Sexed all over.” She swished her tail as she left.
Caramel surveyed the couch in a fugue. A few errant splotches of semen were going to need cleaning up. The thick wet patch of Mint’s own ejaculate was going to need special attention too, and the air was positively heavy with sex. He’d have to do all this.
Soon.
In a little while.
The sound of the shower was very relaxing...
He’d be kicking himself later over the stains, but just right now it was good times and Caramel nodded off.
A few days later Caramel was hanging out in Thunderlane’s basement. They were playing table tennis. They preferred the fun version, which is to ignore the rules and simply bounce the ball back and forth by any means necessary while setting up increasingly wild and impossible shots to return. This made for matches that included yet were not limited to hooves, wings, walls and in one instance the base of a potted plant. Thunderlane never remembered to water the poor thing, and it was green only by Caramel’s thoughtful charity.
He missed his swing, the bauble was a blur bouncing from the back wall and then rolled out of sight. Caramel dropped down to go hunting after it, quite enjoying himself. Neither stallion kept score, but he felt he was holding his own in any case.
“I think it went over there,” said Thunderlane. “Between those boxes.”
“Right.”
“Hey, uh, dude. How’s your girlfriend doing?”
Head deep in cardboard, Caramel could just faintly see the ball. He shove his hoof in through the dusty, cramped floorspace and strained to reach it. “She’s good.”
“Yeah, good, good.”
He could just get the tip of his hoof to touch it. If he carefully walked it along the side of this box here... “Why,” Caramel grunted as he stretched that extra inch, “you thinking about her?”
“What? No! I mean yeah okay once or twice, but hey she’s fairly hot.”
Caramel chuckled, then coughed as he inhaled dust. He smiled. “Yeah. I know.”
Thunderlane passed around the table. “Here I’ll get it.”
“No, I...I got it. There.” The earth pony brushed a drift of dust from his face and sneezed. He served up a lax few rounds, just the ball bouncing neat and orderly curves back and forth over its little fence.
“Just kinda on my mind, you know?” the pegasus said uneasily. “She is hot,” he mused. Then he glanced to Caramel and waved his hooves suddenly. “Not that I mean anything by that. You know I’m not like that. She’s good for you,” Thunderlane said. “Look at you now, way more relaxed than you used to be. More confident. It’s good. I’d be a bastard to screw around with what you have going so don’t think I mean anything like that.”
Caramel completely missed the next pass, but neither of them made a move to fetch the ball. “Right...so what are you saying?”
Thunderlane’s wings shifted uneasily, as did his eyes, looking everywhere but Caramel. He bit down on his lips and found some measure of resolve. “Dude, don’t take this the wrong way but I’m getting a little worried that your girlfriend wants to cheat on you. With me.”
Caramel was slow to react. An equally slow smile crept up his expression, and he started to laugh softly.
“I’m serious. She came right up to me, right there in the middle of the street.”
“And that means she wants to have sex with you? Saying hi?” Caramel asked incredulously.
The pegasus’ wings were sticking right up. “Not funny man! If it was just hi do you think I’d be worried? Dude, you’re the worrier! No, she was asking all this stuff and, you know, looking at me. Like really looking.”
“She probably just wanted to meet you,” Caramel said, though now he wasn’t all that convincing, even to himself. “She’s asked me about you before,” he said, but realized the statement didn’t exactly help matters. “What was she asking?”
“Just stuff. I don’t know. About me and you, like how we’ve known each other and such. It was the way she was saying it man! She did this thing with her lips and I swear I nearly popped a boner right in the middle of the street. I had to beat one off as soon as I got home just to get it out of my head.”
Caramel was staring hard at his paddle. “Yeah,” he said distractedly. “She does that when she’s thinking something and likes it.”
Mint Leaf, a cheat? Caramel didn’t see it, but paranoia whispered to him that such was the point, you weren’t supposed to see it. He rifled through his thoughts for clues.
Thunderlane wrestled his wings under enough control to drape one over Caramel. “I’m sorry dude. Dropping something like that on you. It’s probably nothing.”
“You’re probably right.”
The rest of the day was stiffly platonic.
Mint Leaf was cuddling up to her coltfriend with nominal success. “What’s the matter?” she asked.
“It’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing. Something’s bothering you. Care to tell me?” It was a voice like honey. It was the one she used when she wanted something.
Caramel turned away. His resolve didn’t so much break as melt, going soft and gooey before her eyes. He was an honest stallion in that every thought and feeling he had were transmitted by every flick of his eyes, every pursing of his lips. Something clearly was the matter despite anything he might say, and he was uncomfortable, caught between keeping it in or spitting it out.
Spit or swallow, Mint mused privately, the eternal conundrum. The memory of the third option they had so recently taken rose up, she couldn’t help but grin just a little.
By degrees Caramel turned back. Mint pressed her hooves into the softness of his chest. Pushing and pressing, she slid them tantalizingly southwards. “I have ways of making you talk,” she teased.
Caramel brushed her away. He shook his head, speaking a ‘no’ his lips stumbled to say.
“Okay, no sexy interrogation.” Mint Leaf was intrigued and worried in equal measure. She didn’t push the matter, at least physically, and withdrew her wandering hooves. Next to him she sat, a chasm of inches between them. She touched him, hopefully the first spar of a bridge. “Caramel, talk to me.”
The breaths he took to steady himself were so different and yet so alike to the husky, unselfconscious ones he made in the throes of deep arousal that the uncanniness was unnerving. “Are you trying to cheat on me?” Caramel blurted. “Sorry, I...sorry.” His eyes, however, were a conflict of apology and affront, and it was these Mint Leaf had been staring into before he spoke and what transfixed her after the matter.
“Cheat on you?” the words were foreign lingo on her tongue. Mint spoke them slowly, quoting a foreign dialect. Pronunciation without comprehension. Then it dawned. “What? Caramel! What are...how did...where did you get that idea from? No!”
Caramel cringed. His features were an agony of rocks and hard places, he shrank into the couch, his skin all tried to crawl around to hide at his back.
“I’m not sure whether I should be furious or find this hilarious,” said Mint. Finding a peaceful medium she sighed and pushed the tension from herself. She hooked her hoof through Caramel’s and pulled him up into a posture a little more dignified. “What is this about?”
“I don’t want to break up with you,” he stammered hurriedly. “Even if-”
“I haven’t,” Mint said flatly. She paused and blinked. “The name ‘Thunderlane’ is going to crop up sooner or later, isn’t it? Is that what this is about?”
That seemed to cross a few of Caramel’s wires. The surprise was apparent. He wasn’t just an open book in his every movement and expression, he was helpful diagrams and citations too. “Y-yeah.”
“Well. In that case let me set you straight. I talked with him, okay, I flirted a bit too because really he’s as shy as you are with the only difference being he doesn’t realize it. It was funny.” Mint bit her lip. “But I did not and am not going to cheat on you.”
Mint nuzzled up next to her stallion, leaning on him until he listed like a very distressed ship. “Happy?” If she’d said it with sarcasm, Caramel wouldn’t have been; he’d have sunk further into feelings of sullen wretchedness. But she didn’t, it was a word with honey and kisses, spoken like ‘all better?’ would have been if asked by a tender nurse.
Wriggling a hoof free, he laid it over Mint and pulled her closer. “I’m sorry,” he murmurred. “I was dumb.”
Mint bopped him on the nose. “You are dumb. But you’re my dumb. And I’m your girlfriend.”
Their chests rose and fell against one another a couple of times.
Mint chuckled under her breath. “It’s a bit ironic.”
“What’s ironic?”
She rested her chin just under his, so that when she spoke he could feel the vibrations of her throat on him. “Isn’t there something you could be telling me about Thunderlane instead? Hmm?”
Mint Leaf could make a ‘hmm’ an incredibly suggestive intonation when she wanted it to be.
It suggested to Caramel’s mouth that it was suddenly very dry and pasty. Buddies weren’t...that...it didn’t count! Did it? He licked his lips with a tongue wandering about for moisture. “Uh...”
“That’s why I was talking with him in the first place, you know. Things I was thinking.”
“Uh...”
“Little inklings and things. Tickly feelings when you’d head out or come back.” She was crawling atop him, Caramel noticed. He felt as trapped as the fly was by the spider.
A really sexy spider.
“Uh...”
Suddenly she filled his world. Eyes wide and shining, mouth wide in a terrible smile, Mint popped up from her perch atop him. “I’m right, aren’t I?”
“We’re not have sexing!” Caramel blurted out helplessly, covering his face. Mint was one of those blessed individuals who could raise one eyebrow. She did so now, and it expressed a great deal and with in much detail her exact sentiments as to this exclamation. “We just...” It trailed off into mumbles.
Mint pushed him into the backrest, he bounced back into her clutches. “No way!” She was beaming. She was positively aglow with hilarity and delight. It was, in some obscure way scarier than anger would have been. At least that would have made sense. “My coltfriend has a jack off buddy! That’s what you call it, right? Jack off buddies?”
She shoved him again, again he bounced back into her hooves. Mint then said the words that were perhaps most unexpected of all. “That’s so cute!” She was dangerously close to making a sound like ‘squee.’
“I...what?!”
Mint tapped him with her chin. “Don’t get me wrong. I am kinda mad about the whole you thinking I was cheating thing, and I’m also kinda mad that you never told me about this thing you’ve had going for...how long have you guys been getting off together? Ah! Do you do each other?” The expression of absolute mischievous glee she wore couldn’t have been sold to anyone under the age of eighteen legally. It was the sort of expression found on page seventeen.
Caramel burnt crimson. “Yeah...” he sputtered, trembling and shaking, his eyes following the vigorous hoof. “It just sort of happened. One day. A while back.”
“Oh, look at you. So embarrassed!” Mint kissed him on the forehead, a great smacking, slapping kiss that went Mwuah! “It’s just like me back in Summer Camp. I mean there was seven other girls in the cabin and one of those was a griffon, and dear Celestia I’d never have believed what a beak could do if it wasn’t me she was...I’m rambling a bit, aren’t I?”
Terror, awe, and stunned wonderment left Caramel speechless. He managed a little nod. Mint’s excitement settled back to Equestria, here and now. “You really meant it. Not wanting to break up with me even when you worried that I was a cheat? That earns you some points back,” Mint Leaf chuckled. “Doesn’t quite make up for worrying that I might be a cheat in the first place, but it’s a good start. You’re so sweet,” she said, underlining and highlighting the word with a kiss, “even when you’re being dumb.”
Caramel was giddy in his relief. He hugged his mare, he returned her kisses with interest. Her hoof fondled its way down his stomach and gently played with his genitalia.
“Now,” she cooed in his ear, “after all this, don’t you think I deserve something real special?”
Mint told him what that certain special something she wanted was. Caramel was profoundly shocked, but he couldn couldn’t have said no even if he’d wanted to. She had him by the balls. Literally. In the best possible way, soft and firm and massaging as his mounting erection swelled upwards, but still.
She whispered dirty things and, better yet, of dirty things to come.
Caramel explained the matter to Thunderlane. The pegasus was an integral part of Mint Leaf’s little plan. One third, to be precise. Caramel accomplished this in the manner most accustomed to him: He fretted on the issue, mulling it over and over in his mind for several days before blurting it out all in a gush and inadvertently making a balls of it.
Thunderlane was quiet, eyes wide, wings stiff. He spoke slowly, as if the thoughts associated with the words were big, curmudgeonly things and ultimately hard to move let alone comprehend.“You told your girlfriend about us. Then she said that?”
“I didn’t tell her,” Caramel said reproachfully. “She kind of...already knew. Sort of.”
“And she said that?”
“Yeah...”
“She said that she wants to watch?!” Thunderlane looked seriously at risk of fainting.
“She’ll clop too,” Caramel added meekly. “She loves clopping.”
Thunderlane paced, sat, and cupped his forehead in his hooves. “This is so far past making normal sense that in a way it’s making a weird sense. It’s freaking me out.”
“She went to an all-girl’s school,” Caramel said, feeling a need to explain. “And Ponyville is, well, Ponyville.”
“Yeah, yeah. Dudes are an endangered species here, I know.”
“It’s her fantasy. I want to make things up to her for being suspicious.”
Thunderlane gave him the most incredulous look he’d ever seen from the pegasus. “And you do that by jacking off with me while your wildly horny girlfriend clops herself crazy and who knows what else happens? That’s how you make it up to her? Sounds like your fantasy, buddy.”
Caramel blushed. It wasn’t something that happened often between him and Thunderlane, not at all lately, but even his expanding horizons had, well...new horizons of their own.
Sexy horizons.
“She is hot,” Caramel said simply. Understand the nuances of this expression and you understand a significant piece of what drives a male forwards in any endeavour.
Caramel was a little bit worried that Thunderlane wouldn’t get onboard. It wasn’t that he felt a particular need to make it a reality - hot as it was, it could remain a fantasy and he’d be none the worse off, but somehow the alternative to hot sticky messes was one of awkward uncertainty that Caramel would rather avoid exploring. Retroactively applying new standards onto old customs never works so smoothly.
He was counting temptation and arousal to get the better of Thunderlane. Caramel was, in effect, seducing his best friend on behalf of his girlfriend. The absurdity of this did not escape him. It was best to carry on bravely forwards before he questioned himself too thoroughly.
“She is hot,” Thunderlane conceded, albeit grudgingly. “And, well, it’s fun, what we do. Damn, man. Now that she knows it all changes, doesn’t it?”
Caramel felt sympathy. “Yeah,” he said softly.
Thunderlane rose stiffly to his hooves. His wings, still stiff, he battled back under control. He put a brotherly hoof to Caramel’s shoulder. “It’s not going to get weird. We’re not going to let things get weird. Not between you and me, not between you and her. You got that? We’ve always done what we’ve always done because it’s fun, we like it and it doesn’t hurt anybody. Weird?” He shrugged. “Maybe. But not bad-weird. Not not-being-friends-anymore weird. Besides,” he added with a wicked little smile, “I’m starting to talk myself horny.”
Thunderlane kicked at the floor. “Aw, fine. Count me in. I’m good any day after tomorrow.”
Caramel was eager to tell Mint the good news. Despite himself he already shivered with excitement. Thunderlane held him up, batting his shoulder fondly. “You better not get stage fright, buddy! Your girlfriend means its your pride on the line.”
“Heh, yeah. I’ll see you, er, see you when it happens, I guess. Wow.”
Thirty-six hours passed. Caramel grew increasingly horny. Mint was no help, monstrous tease that she could be. “Save it for later,” she would say with a giggle, “maybe that way we’ll get some really good cumshots.” That she was giving him a blowjob at the time she said this was not helping matters in the slightest. She knew his limit better than he did it seemed. Each time orgasm loomed she backed off, again and again until Caramel was a shuddering, restless wreck.
Twice he had clopped right there in front of her, racing to finish and twice she had swatted his hoof away. The burning embarrassment only made his arousal burn brighter, but somehow he held it together, if barely. He wanted to last out the pleasurable torment. Something to show Thunderlane, his arousal-addled brain burbled happily.
It was a long, tepid shower that finally saw Caramel return to a semblance of calm. He was flaccid once more, but without the usual precusor of orgasm it still tingled inside him, a deep-seated fluttering sensation. Provided he didn’t fan those flames, it was bearable.
The nearer they came to Thunderlane’s house the more frail and fleeting Caramel’s calm became, until with the door just a few steps away it deserted him entirely to become anxious excitement. Several times he raised his hoof only to lower it. He turned, away and back again, at times glancing with pleading looks to Mint.
“Well go on,” she urged, “You’re still okay with it?” she asked, her voice softened by concern. “It’s not a ‘have to’ sort of thing.”
“Yeah! Sorry, yeah. I’m just nervous. I shouldn’t be, but I am. I’m okay. Caramel the worrier, remember?” He tried to smile, and something of a smile crept through, though one distended and skewed by nerves. As a fitting expression, both in aim and outcome it was Caramel to a tee.
Mint Leaf slid up beside her boyfriend so that there was no space between them, all of it filled by tingling sensation and warmth. She took his hoof in hers and steadied it. “Don’t be.” Then she knocked his hoof upon the door.
Caramel almost recoiled for the suddenness of it. The glint to the mare’s eyes distressed and elated him in equal measure, until he felt fit to be torn in halves between the two.
Usual practice between the guys was comfortable, even routine. While Caramel always had been one to knock, when coming to Thunderlane’s it was a superlative gesture. He knocked and announced himself even as he opened the door and let himself in. With Mint Leaf at his side and so intimately involved, Caramel could not help but have panicked doubt cast over every detail, the result being that what was comfortable and known became bewildering and scary.
Luckily for him there was not much time granted in which to become bewildered and scared, for the door opened promptly. In that barest split second between the revelation of Thunderlane’s face and the opening of his mouth Caramel found some comfort in seeing that the pegasus was equally perturbed by the new developments.
“Hi,” Thunderlane said, his voice cracking somewhere and somehow between the first half and second half of the same syllable. He grinned in much the same manner as Caramel: with much effort, speaking volumes to the excitement and trepidation swirling about within him. “You guys are, uh, early. Or not. Maybe? I don’t think we had an actual time set?”
Caramel stood on the doorstep, stiffly rooted to the spot. Thunderlane too seemed stuck for words and action. Mint Leaf was a catalyst at her boyfriend’s shoulder; she did nothing directly, only smiled with amusement at the follies particular to males, her easygoing amusement with their antics seemed to drain all capacity within them to behave in the same manner, indeed, the manner which they had always acted in every instance prior to this one.
“Well?” she asked, though she was in no particular hurry. There was fun to be had in letting the boys bumble their own ways forward. It was, after all, their show.
As quickly as they were ushered in, like conspirators in some heinous plot, the tension eased slightly. “Are you guys always so, you know, tense?” she asked.
“No,” both Caramel and Thunderlane were quick to answer simultaneously, then furtively glanced at each other when they realized what they had achieved in accident.
“Look at you both blushing!” A harsher laugh could be construed as demeaning, but what emanated from Mint was light and airy, managing to somehow both tease and soothe the colts. She took the chair opposite their usual couch, falling back into it with a total lack of elegance, instead conveying absolute satisfaction as its thick cushions buckled and swelled under her. “I’m guessing that’s your usual spot?”
Caramel nodded with some hesitation. “It’s the stains, isn’t it?”
“Hey, it’s not bad! That could be cider or food.”
“Is it?”
“No...”
“Well there you have it.” Mint Leaf turned on her seat, giving both stallions a brief and measured glimpse of what dwelleth below. Both colts smiled. There might have been subtlety in Mint’s delivery, but surely there was none in the reception. “Better than magazines?” she asked.
Thunderlane chewed his lip. The stallions were swelling visibly, and both shifted on their hooves. “Could be.”
Pressing herself into the expansive backrest, Mint Leaf thrust her hips forwards. She spread her legs, reaching down to massage her pussy.
Thunderlane’s hooves similarly crept downwards. Caramel hastily took a seat next to him, unable to stop himself grinning foolishly as his gaze bounced continuously between the sights. Knowing Mint Leaf full well himself, he was more keen on seeing Thunderlane’s reactions than he was in rushing into his own masturbation. Besides, what with his refraining these last two days and his already prevalent inclination to finish first, he felt somewhat self conscious about getting any edge he could.
Even so, Caramel grew erect quickly with no assistance from his hooves. Thunderlane had no such compunctions and was content to earnestly begin working up the full stand of his thickly veined penis.
Mint slid from posing to standing in one easy motion. She had all the airs of a cat as she crossed the space between them. Both cocks were fine art to be scrutinized, and to this purpose she leaned in closely over the stallions. Thunderlane groaned, and the resulting twitch below was particularly eye-catching. Her gaze flicked between his and Caramel’s. Seeing this, their breaths caught.
“You can stop panicking guys, they’re both good.” Mint swivelled on the spot, scooped up Caramel’s erection in her hoof and slipping the still-swelling head into her mouth with a purr of delight. “Very good.” Caramel shivered as her tongue scraped sensuously across him, until her lips parted from him with a soft sigh. “You don’t mind if I...?” she whispered, tilting her head ever so slightly to Thunderlane.
Caramel nodded as quickly as he could think. Mint smiled and pecked him a kiss. “Thank you,” she cooed before turning her attentions onto the hapless pegasus. “Let’s get those hooves out of the way.” Thunderlane scrambled to comply, practically smacking Caramel in the side in his eagerness to expose himself for whatever delight she would visit upon him.
Mint’s head sank lower and lower until she was one good flick away from being smacked in the nose by Thunderlane’s bulging erection. She ran her hoof tenderly up the top, coming down in a spiral that would explore the quirks and qualities here: the pronounced veins, the slight curve, the tautness of the skin about his shaft. Satisfied with her new acquaintance, Mint Leaf dipped in and kissed the head much as she had done for Caramel; in seeing this he could not resist his own compelling need to fondle and stroke himself. The teal mare took it slowly, savouring the moment as she worked delicately around only the engorged glans of Thunderlane. The pegasus was rapt, staring, daring barely even to breathe lest the spell be broken.
“Hmm,” she said as she lifted away. Thunderlane’s glans was moist, not from saliva or precum, but the mixing of the two. “Caramel is still sweeter,” she said with a smile. Then she gave Thunderlane a stroke and a flick that made him wince pleasurably. “And you’re good too. Oh, mmm,” she purred, this from Caramel’s unexpected but well received hoof making its way under Mint, pressing and sliding against her with a firm touch.
She didn’t resist as Caramel coaxed her hips towards him. He didn’t mince words, instead striving to work his hoof all the better against her. Her mounting wetness, quicker and firmer strokes and the hot breath he all but panted over Mint’s labia was making the effect pronounced. She moaned and shifted under Caramel’s insistent touch.
“Yeah, oh, not so fast,” she cooed. By way of reply, Caramel sped up. Mint shuddered, her eyes bright and lips tight as she glanced at poor Thunderlane half pinned beneath her. “He usually - ah, oh, mmm! - usually listens!”
With some struggle she pulled herself away. “No, no,” she said as much to herself as anyone, “if you keep that up I’m going to forget what it was I wanted to see!” Mint, breathing fast, dropped herself back in the chair and took up a lazy, laid-back approach to clopping herself. “Well, boys?” she huffed.
Caramel and Thunderlane blinked as they looked at each other.
“Go on,” Mint urged. “Do the...the boy thing. Touch each other.”
Sheepish and grinning, they did just that, reaching across one another to fondle the other.
Caramel winced. “Not...not so hard!”
Usually they were so much more confident with this, but Mint’s presence made for a whole new dynamic. Thunderlane’s hoof pumped him firmly, still too firm for sensitive Caramel. His own hoof reaching across Thunderlane’s, he gave the pegasus a squeeze, then pushed him about at the base so that their low pants and moans were mingling with the occasional dull slapping sound. They caught one another’s eye, grinned sheepishly, blushing with arousal and turned to focus on their ministrations.
Mint was mewling, both her forehooves shoved down between her thighs which rolled and squeezed around them hungrily. “That’s so cute,” she crooned, twinging as pleasure crackled through her. Caramel caught wet flashes of his girlfriend as her hooves slid up and down herself, intermittently stretching out and mewling as she pushed down on her own dripping desire.
The knots in his stomach were cranking tighter and tighter. “Stop,” he said breathlessly, “You’ll make me cum, you’ll make me cum.” He was close enough that it was maddening to resist, but he did.
Thunderlane had beads of sweat on his forehead as he acquiesced, he lay back to more fully enjoy his own treatment. They could both feel it throbbing as Caramel worked the shaft, frequently visiting the very tip to smear more of Thunderlane’s oozing pre-ejaculate around. “This is good,” he said dreamily, relaxing under Caramel’s considerate touch.
Mint shut her eyes tight and tensed up with a sudden orgasm. Little squeaks broke up her drawn out moans. Her hoof was a flurry of motion underscored by a very distinct and unmistakable sound of slippery moisture; her hoof and inner thighs were a spattered mess of shiny reflective streaks and droplets.
“Oh, oh, oh!” she cried out in a fit of stops and starts. She groaned as she clopped ever more frantically until, with a final desperate twinge she fell back gasping for breath, giggling and wide-eyed. “That was good,” she said with a note of wonderment. “Don’t...don’t you stop now,” she urged as she caught her own breath. “Blow him,” she urged with girlish giddiness. “Suck his cock.”
The boys looked quizzically to one another, then back to Mint. “Who do you mean?” Caramel’s voice was so husky, it was plain to hear he had no qualms about it being him to do it: he’d wanted to try it for a while now.
Mint grinned. She only shook her head mischievously, her hoof still laxi-dazily playing across her pussy. “Do each other. Go on, do it.”
The boys gave each other a nervous grin, daring one another to see if they’d really go for it. Caramel flashed the same to Mint as he craned his neck forwards. He still stroked Thunderlane, but he’d never been so close as this. His hoof shot up and down right before his eyes, his nose filled with the humid, heated musk of his best friend.
His heartbeat intensified as he opened his mouth, his tongue half out with uncertain readiness. Mint nodded her eager encouragement; she stuck her tongue out at him.
“You sure?” Thunderlane asked breathlessly.
“Ye-yeah.”
And just like that, Caramel popped the throbbing cock of Thunderlane into his mouth. Not deeply, at first. Just the head. He licked at it more to explore it than anything as he considered the complex texture and flavour presented to him. He could as much feel as hear his friend twinge and sigh with pleasure as he slid it side to side between his tender lips. He used them almost like he would for a kiss, working back Thunderlane’s foreskin, spreading the slick and mild tasting precum around.
And, just like that, he came away with a soft pop. His own cock twitched and ached with desire. Thunderlane shifted under him, now they could do each other.
“It’s not bad, is it?” the pegasus asked in a nervous hush.
Caramel’s head was aflutter, his chest no less so. “No, dude. Not at all.”
Thunderlane gulped. “O-okay.”
Mint’s grin was wide and rapt on all of this.
Caramel gently slid Thunderlane back into his mouth. The pegasus moaned and managed a faint nervous chuckle. He felt a hoof pressing at his own stiff erection, then the tell-tale sensation of a tongue’s flickering edge.
“Go on,” cheered the mare quietly. “Go on, do it.”
Very gently, Caramel eased his hips lower, while pushing himself a little deeper onto Thunderlane’s cock as a bit of encouragement. The pegasus’ moan was a shudder that he could feel from both ends as they delicately acquainted one another with fellatio.
“You’re right,” whispered Thunderlane, “it’s not that bad. Not that bad at all.”
As much as anything it was exhilarating to touch another stallion’s member like this. When Thunderlane tensed, his cock pushed up against the roof of Caramel’s mouth. The earth pony shuddered as a wet tongue ran around his own heated erection and he groaned. Thunderlane pulled away with a little gasp.
“Dude,” he whispered, “don’t. Please. Not in my mouth,” he pleaded. “I’m not, I’m not...”
Their audience sighed heavily. “Aww, you sure?”
Caramel managed to flash his girlfriend an affronted look. There wasn’t really any other way to word it; he was sure she’d understand.
She closed her legs and snickered in good humour. “Real men give proper blowjobs,” she harrumphed, trying to hide the giggles and failing. Swinging to her hooves, she sauntered over to the boys. Her hoof reeked of her sex; she wafted it under their muzzles where it shot straight to the pit of their arousal.
Thunderlane shook his head, Caramel’s dangling cock bounced off his chin, nearly making him cum right at that. “No,” the pegasus managed to say, still shuddering from the truest of aphrodisiacs, “he’d cum in my mouth!”
“He can do mine,” Caramel suggested quietly. “You’ll like that and I don’t mind.”
Mint patted his mane, regardless of her juicy-wet hoof and the way it pleated shiny little streaks in his hair. “You’re so sweet. But no.” She shook and made a high pitched sound of delight and anticipation. “I know what it can be. Rub them together,” she said, using some very dubiously applied puppy eyes. “Put your stomachs together and rub them like that,” she said, insinuating herself over Caramel and grinding herself against him. She simpered to her boyfriend, gently but insistently pushing the boys together. “Go on, make me a sandwich?”
Thunderlane nodded hesitantly. “Yeah...yeah, that’d...that’d be alright. You?”
Caramel nodded too. He had to shoo away Mint delicately, as every brushing touch threatened to send him sprawling into the orgasm of his life. He had an iota of self control left, and this he clung to it fervently as Thunderlane and he repositioned. Now they lay on their sides, face to face, like lovers. Quite of their own accord, their swollen cocks were touching.
Sneaking her hooves in, Mint fondled them, flicking playfully at both stallions, both cocks and their tightened scrotums.
“Careful!” pleaded Caramel breathlessly. “I’m so, so close,” he huffed. “You?” he asked Thunderlane.
“Yeah, me too,” he said huskily. “Just let me know when you’re going to.”
“Make them happen together,” Mint purred. “Everyone loves that.”
Thunderlane nodded. “I’ll try to cum when you do.” Both boys twinged as Mint got both throbbing cocks with one earnest lick, her tongue poking between the two, rolling the two heads together and apart.
“Too much?” she cooed as she pulled away, letting a thick trail of saliva spill over their shafts first as she said it.
“Nearly,” Caramel panted with reproach. He was a feather’s touch away. He could feel Thunderlane’s hot, anxious breath on his face, surely as much as Thunderlane could feel his own. They were so close they could kiss, he realized. Not that they would, that’d be gay, but they could. He kind of wanted to, but didn’t.
Blessedly, Mint stayed quiet.
It was Thunderlane who started now, with a slow and purposeful thrusting of his hips. It made his cock prod into Caramel’s belly, before sliding along, leaving a thin trail of viscous precum and the thicker dribbles of Mint’s parting gift for them. While quite unlike any feeling Caramel had felt before, it thankfully wasn’t one to push him over the edge immediately. At least for now.
He tried it himself, carefully positioning his back legs to better entwine with Thunderlane’s. He thrust slowly, the base of his shaft rubbed along Thunderlane’s own. His scrotum dragged along after, mixing sweat, spit and precum in the thin cleft of space between them. Letting his hips fall back slowly was just as involved, full of unique and new sensations.
“This is so weird,” Thunderlane said in a hush.
“This is so hot,” Mint amended. By the squelching sounds, she had taken her own matters in hoof once more. “Don’t you dare cum without telling me. Remember, same time.”
Of all things for it to be, it was that stern, teasing tone that made Caramel twinge. A spurt of semen shot out, splattering a bit onto both stallions. It was thick, the creamiest of whites, glinting pearly like a bright smile. And that wasn’t even his orgasm.
Caramel couldn’t hold out any longer. He just couldn’t, squirming and grinding as he pressed himself against Thunderlane. That was all the announcement they needed. Thunderlane matched it with gyrations of his own and the air filled with the intensity of expectation.
Caramel came first. He shuddered soundlessly, his face a rictus of overwhelming sensations. Intentionally or no, he pulled himself tighter against Thunderlane. Hot trails of cum began to spurt between them.
Thunderlane thrust more forcefully, there was an audible slap of cocks on wet skin as he pushed himself readily into his own orgasm. It came quickly, a credit to his self-proclaimed ability to choose his moment. Some bursts spilled out over them while others, the ever shifting angles permitting, flew up, landing on shoulders, ears, manes, even Thunderlane’s chin was subject to one.
Too far gone to think, Caramel could consider nothing at all, and only barely recognized that a hoof had grabbed his cock and was frantically working it in the midst of his orgasm.
He couldn’t count the spasms at all; it didn’t seem to have an end at all with each breathless reprieve met by another forceful ejaculation.
Mint slowed her efforts. Both stallions were nearly spent and now she stroked them both affectionately, just briskly enough to help them get the last reluctant dribbles out. With both boys dizzy and spinning, she relished the exhilaration.
Caramel groaned. Thunderlane concurred with a hum. They rolled quite naturally to their backs, opening up the view for Mint to see the full extent of what they’d achieved.
“My goodness,” Mint said in awe, still helping Caramel eke out the last fitful spurts of his cum. There was so much. So much! And it was everywhere. The air was rank with expelled semen. The boys were wide eyed and panting. “That was incredible.”
She poked at the veritable lake that had pooled between them. All mixed together like this, there was no telling who’s was who’s. The spurts that painted trails and speckles up and down both stallions, even herself with a few splotches, could just as easily have come from one or the other. There was no way to tell. Well, there was one way...
Mmm, very sweet. Definitely Caramel, at least for this little spatter on her lip. But there were dozens more like it, and bigger at that.
Thunderlane groaned with signs of life. “My mouth,” he chuckled, “I can taste a bit. I said not my mouth.”
“Sorry,” murmured Caramel, still mostly comatose.
Mint cozied up against her boyfriend. “Don’t be,” she purred. “You were amazing. Good job, both of you.
“Oh, by the way, dibs on the shower. But later,” she said, cuddling atop her spent Caramel. After a quiet moment of this, with air hot and heavy with sex, Mint pondered aloud, “Maybe we should have put some towels down first...”
That would be the satisfied yet embarrassed cleanup to end all satisfied yet embarrassed cleanups, but for the moment it was good times.
“You’re going to have to replace this couch for next time,” Mint mused.
“Next time?” The boys asked in unison.
“You didn’t seriously think I’m letting you get away with having all the fun, now did you? There’ll be a next time,” she insisted with a happy note of finality. After a moment’s pause she asked, “Think we could go for the triple?”
Caramel groaned, and fell back in his complete exhaustion.
