Best Friends are Best Lovers

Whirlwind broke the kiss and took a deep breath. She could feel Prism’s breath on her face as she stared into his green eyes, the heat of his body rubbing against her own.

Her heartbeat was so loud in her ears that she could barely hear Prism. “Dubz… are we…”

She stifled a giggle. “You can be a bit dense sometimes, you know that?” she whispered, pulling up to a sitting position on top of him.

Whirlwind grabbed her shirt and took it off in a swift move. A shiver went through her as she felt Prism’s stare at her bra for a heartbeat before he hastened to undress as well. She leaned further back and helped him get off his shirt, then pushed him back on the couch, pressing her lips against his as their tongues wrestled. She moved her hands up and down his torso, feeling his ribs and muscles under his skin. As she moved her legs to be more comfortable, she brushed against something very stiff and long, and the thought of that made her press her crotch against him and rub herself with his body.

Finally Prism began contributing more; his hands caressed her back as he reached for her bra’s hook. When they broke the kiss he moved to her neck and began nibbling it gently. He still hadn’t undo her bra; Whirlwind could feel his fingers fumbling with it. She paid it no attention; she was pretty nervous about what they were doing herself, and she had initiated it, following an impulse.

He’s probably even more nervous, she thought, tilting her head to kiss his cheek, and just then she felt him succeed.

The hook of her bra came off. Prism’s hand moved its straps down her shoulders; Whirlwind again pulled back as she took off her bra. She shuddered as she sat like that, with her chest naked, and Prism’s eyes looking at her breasts with an awe and hunger in his eyes. Her elbows twitched, as by instinct she almost raised her arms to cover herself, but she forced them down. Prism didn’t seem to have such a problem with his hands; he placed them on her sides and moved them slowly up to her breasts. A moan escaped Whirlwind’s lips as she felt his touch, closing her eyes to better enjoy the sensation. Encouraged, Prism began to fondle her boobs, then moved his hands a bit so that his thumbs could reach her nipples and make circular motions around them.

She gasped at the surge of pleasure, and her hands shot to Prism’s, grasping them and entwining their fingers. “You like that, huh?” she heard him ask, and when she opened her eyes she saw him smiling.

“Yeah,” she replied, moaning once more. She groped her breasts together with Prism for a while, before letting his hands go and arching her back, gasping as the pleasure built up. Whirlwind moved her hands behind to support herself against the couch as she pressed her crotch harder against Prism. She could feel his manhood through his pants, as well as her growing wetter and hotter with every second he continued to rub her nipples.

Why were either of them still wearing pants at this point?

Whirlwind slowly pulled his hands away as she leaned forward and kissed him, pressing his arms to the couch so she could stand up. She broke the kiss, and crawled down his body, stopping at his waist. It took her less time to unzip his pants that it took him to remove her bra (although Prism hastened to help her, unsurprisingly also keen on their current course of action), and soon she stripped them off his legs, along with his boxers.

His member immediately rose up proudly into the air. Whirlwind began staring at it even before his clothing fell to the floor. She had seen a penis before, both back at sex ed and in biology books, as well as in some… movies (which, oddly enough, she had seen more often since she she had been staying at Amber’s), but she hadn’t seen one with her own eyes. And it was Prism’s at that. She hadn’t expected him to be so… well endowed. But then again, she wasn’t sure what passes as big when it comes to penises… Would Amber know? Whirlwind wondered in her daze briefly, then, regaining a bit of lucidity, wondered why was she thinking about Amber right now, and drew closer to it.

It had a… strong smell. Not an unpleasant one, but a bit… musky. And a bit like a shampoo of sorts. He had a shower earlier, she recalled as she placed one hand on his thigh, next to his pubic hair. Prism shivered at her touch, but otherwise didn’t react as she slowly moved her other hand to his penis until she gently grabbed it. He let out a short sound that seemed like mix of a grunt and moan. Whirlwind glanced at him, worried for a heartbeat that she had grabbed him to roughly, but as he showed no sign of pain other than biting on his lower lip, she squeezed it delicately, then applied a bit more force.

They don’t teach you about how hard it is, Whirlwind thought, mesmerized, as she lightened her grip, then started to massage it, moving her hands up and down. Judging by the sounds Prism began to make he liked it. Whirlwind hadn’t finished exploring his nethers but, not wanting to stop, moved her other hand from his thigh to his balls. In comparison to his penis, the sack was soft, and as it was covered by pubic hair not as pleasant to touch. Still, she played with the two orbs with interest, delicately, intrigued by them and getting turned on by Prism’s reaction to her ministrations. He was breathing through his mouth as he observed her playing with his genitals, and uttering quick, soft moans.

The thought of how much power she had over him right now made Whirlwind even more wet. Deciding to take things further, she leaned forward, moving closer to Prism’s penis. Slowly, she extended her tongue, and licked the shaft. As Prism gasped in pleasure, she drew a few more licks around his dick, then, encouraged by his noises, she carefully pulled the foreskin down, revealing the tip.

With her eyes on Prism, who was doing his best to stifle his moans, Whirlwind leaned closer and kissed his tip.

“Oooh, sweet mother of…” Prism uttered before gulping and clenching his teeth.

Smirking, Whirlwind pulled her head back a bit, and gave his head a slow, deliberate lick, then another. She stopped fondling Prism’s balls as her hand moved down her own body; she just couldn’t take it anymore, hearing his moans having pushed her to her limit. She slipped her hand beneath her pants and panties and began to rub her pussy as her tongue circled around Prism’s tip. A finger made its way inside her, and Whirlwind, after a brief hesitation, parted her lips and took the head into her mouth.

Prism’s gasp filled her ears as her tongue began to twirl around the tip after a few second of adjusting to the sensation. Whirlwind moved it slowly underneath her mouth, while at the same time she played with herself, closing her eyes in her pleasure. As she grew more comfortable with the tip in her mouth, she opened her mouth wider, trying to take more of Prism’s dick. Whirlwind did it slowly, not wanting to gag and accidentally bite him in surprise, but more and more of his penis slid into her, the tip reaching her throat…

Suddenly, she felt Prism’s hands on her head. “D-dubz! I can’t…” he gasped and trailed off, trying to pull her away.

It quickly became clear why as his penis shot cum right into her throat. Whirlwind choked as hot liquid filled her mouth and she pulled away quickly. Perhaps it was a mistake, as a bit of Prism’s cum splashed against her face. For the moment, however, she ignored that, as she moved away from, trying to clear her throat.

“Are you alright?” Prism asked, getting up and kneeling beside her.

She swallowed the rest of the cum that was still in her mouth and nodded. “Yeah, just… took me by surprise,’ she said in a bit hoarse voice.

Whirlwind licked her lips and realized that there was still cum on her face. She wiped it with her hand… and then sniffed it.

Prism, in the meeting, continued to apologize. “I’m sorry, I... I didn’t know that was going to happen- I mean, um, I knew, of course, but I didn’t think it would happen right then,” he mumbled. Whirlwind glanced at him; he was red all over his face. She wondered if it was because he came so quickly, or because he nearly choked her. “I’m sorry,” he repeated. “L-let me get you something to… well,” he trailed off, waving his head in front of his face.

But before he could get up from the couch, Whirlwind, who found the smell of cum to be quite pleasant, took a lick of the bit on her hand, causing him to freeze and stare. He continued to look at her as she cleaned her face and licked all of his cum off her palm and, staring into his eyes, swallowed and smiled.

“Wow,” Prism muttered, his eyes round as plates. “Dubz, that was… kinda gross actually.”

Whirlwind blinked in surprise, then snorted a giggle seeing him smirk. “Ass,” she told him, punching him lightly. He chuckled, and as she punched him again for that he grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. Before she knew it, she felt his body against hers, his lips on hers, and she opened them for him. “Not so grossed now?” she asked after the kiss.

Prism smiled and kissed her on the nose. “Nah, I lied, that was hot,” he said. He then grimaced. “Sorry about… you know, finishing so quickly,” Prism said uncomfortably.

Whirlwind, however, smiled. “That’s okay. As long as you make it up to me, that is,” she added, smirking. “Think you can go again soon?” she asked, glancing down at his dick, which now, deflated as it was, wasn’t quite as impressive.

Before answering, Prism looked up and down her body, his eyes staying a second longer on her breasts. “Yeah, definitely,” he said as he looked into her eyes. “But…”

“‘But?” Whirlwind repeated, frowning.

Prism smirked, and before she realized, his hand slipped under her legs, the other grabbed her from behind and he rose, lifting her up. Having lost her balance, Whirlwind clutched to his chest with one arm and he held her.

“How about we move it someplace else?” he asked.

The muscles in his hand were trembling from the mild exertion as he walked towards his bedroom with Whirlwind in his arms. Prism still could scarcely believe that what was happening was real; a part of him kept fearing that in a moment he would wake up and it would turn out to be just a dream.

If it is a dream, I want to make the most of it, he thought as he walked into his bedroom naked, with the half-naked girl he loved in his arms.

He gazed into her blue eyes, which were full of emotion, then, when she turned her head to look at his bed, he quickly took in her body; her dark skin, her breasts, and farther down…

His gaze rested on her crotch; the blowjob she just gave him felt better than anything he ever felt, and Prism intended to fully return the favor.

After some fun first, he added as he placed her gently on his bed.

Whirlwind looked back into his eyes and smirked. “So,” she began, “what do you-”

He didn’t let her finish. Prism silenced her with a kiss, just as she had done so before, and pushed her, delicately but firmly, against the bed. He climbed on top of her and began moving down, first tending to her neck, and finally stopping at her breasts. Prism paused a moment, admiring their beauty, and lowered his head so that Whirlwind could feel his breath upon her perky nipples. She shivered against him, as he thought she might, and, after a few seconds, he gave her left nipple a brief lick, eliciting a gasp.

Encouraged, Prism did that again, except this time he dragged his tongue around the nipple. As Whirlwind moaned from his ministrations, he continued playing with it. He flicked the nipple with his tongue, and brought up one hand to caress her breast. His other hand went to her right boob and he began giving it the same treatment, except using his finger to stimulate the nipple.

All while doing that, Whirlwind’s body writhed underneath him. Prism could tell that pleasure was building up in her; she kept pressing her crotch into him and tried to rub herself, but he was taking advantage of his greater weight to not let her legs lift herself too high. He also placed his elbows on the bed so that she couldn’t reach her pussy with her hands and relieve some tension she was in.

She must be feeling really flustered right now, he mused as he took the nipple into his mouth and sucked gently. Whirlwind’s hand couldn’t reach her nethers, so instead she grabbed his back; he shuddered a bit as her nails dug into his skin while his tongue played with the nipple in his mouth. Too bad I still have the other nipple to take care of, Prism added mischievously.

His tongue swirled around one last time before he raised his head a bit, looked into Whirlwind’s imploring eyes, and leaned towards her other breast.

“Priiiiism!” Whirlwind moaned, arching her back as he began licking the other nipple. “Mmm… Don’t be an ass!” she panted, glaring at him.

In response, Prism made his next lick deliberately long, then smirked. “Okay, we can pick up where we left off later,” he said, winking. Giving her boobs one last squeeze, Prism crawled down and raised to his knees.

Although he had grown more comfortable, Prism still felt a bit nervous as he undid her pants and took them off. He lifted her legs a bit into air while doing so, and took off her socks too. An idea to caress her legs for a bit entered his mind, but as he saw Whirlwind’s hand moving to her panties, he decided that it was enough teasing for a while. Still, he grasped her wrist and looked into her eyes as he drew closer to his mark. Understanding his intentions, Whirlwind took her hand back and let him do as he pleased.

Carefully, he slipped his hand under her panties and began slowly taking them off. Standing so close, he could see wet spots on them, and his nose had been assaulted by her smell even before he could see her pussy. It was the most arousing scent he had ever known, and at the thought of tasting its source he felt his member - already half-awakened at this point - stir.

And then he saw her pussy.

His mouth parted as he took in its stronger scent. He gazed at Whirlwind’s pussy hungrily, for a few seconds so lost in the moment that he stopped taking of her panties; but he quickly recovered and took them off, throwing them away. As she spread her legs, Prism moved between them and leaned down, taking a long, slow lick around her lips.

“Ooooh…” he heard Whirlwind moan; based on how it was cut abruptly, he suspected that she clenched her teeth, but didn’t raise his head to look up, too busy with his current task. Which he enjoyed, as her pussy tasted delightful. Prism continued to tease her by licking around it, but their activities had made all of her crotch drenched in liquid. Whirlwind bent her knees and he grabbed her around her thighs to be more comfortable as his tongue circled closer and closer around his mark. When she squeezed him a gently with her legs, Prism finally decided to bring this game to next level, and he gently licked her pussy’s lips. Whirlwind gasped loudly. “Prism!” she exclaimed, moaning.

His tongue brushed the labium two or three more times, before he let go of her thighs and brought his hands next to his face. With only a brief hesitation, he parted her lips. As her most inner part of her body was revealed to him, Prism wished it was lighter in the room, but didn’t linger on the thought too much as he pressed his tongue against her opening and slowly pushed it inside.

He could hear Whirlwind moan and feel her legs squeezing him, but he was too focused on the sensation of her pussy’s velvet folds holding his tongue tight. What would it be like for my dick? he thought, moving closer and sticking more of his tongue inside. As he began to wiggle it around, he realized his nose was brushing against something. Knowing this could only be her clit, Prism began to rub it gently as he continued to lick her insides, moving his tongue in and back into his mouth at times, intending in a few moments to wrap his lips around it. However, Whirlwind’s reaction to his oral activity made him put that out of his thoughts for now.

Her entire body shuddered violently, her hands came to his head and pressed him against her crotch while her legs straightened, and she uttered a very loud gasp. Prism - whose nose was practically squashed against her pussy - held his breath while he grabbed around his thighs again and waited as she rode out her orgasm. Of course, he didn’t stop working on her with his tongue; he still wiggled it around as her vagina squeezed it and she splashed him with her juices.

As Whirlwind slowly calmed down and released her hold of him, Prism lifted his head to take some air before coming back down. His tongue flickered Whirlwind’s love button, causing her to start shivering and panting once more. One of her hands came back to his head; he felt her fingers brush through his hair, but she neither pushed him or pulled him away, just held him as he pleased her.

Despite the throbbing feeling in his dick that seemed to beg him to finally use it, Prism continued to rely on just his mouth for now. He wanted to make up to Whirlwind for cumming so early before (and for not giving her a warning in time) by bring her as close to her next orgasm as possible before tending to his own needs. With that in mind, he wrapped his lips around her clit and began to suck it, making her moans much louders.

“Oh, Prims…” she exclaimed, the rest of her words incoherent. “Mmm… yes, like that…”

If his mouth wasn’t busy, Prism would smirk at the thought of her having trouble speaking. As new as he was to this, he was fairly certain that meant he was doing a good job.

He brought his hand to her tight lips and slowly moved it towards her opening. While he continued to suck her love button and flicker it with his tongue, he began to brush two fingers along her lips, with one knuckle slipping inside. Prism pleasured her in this manner for several few moments until Whirlwind’s legs began to buckle. He hadn’t paid enough attention earlier to gage well enough how close it meant she was to another orgasm, but he decided that it was good enough.

Prism rose and was about to crawl forward… then he stopped. Condoms! he thought, wanting to slap himself for almost forgetting about them. As much as he loved Whirlwind, he didn’t want to have kids with her right now, and he was certain that she wouldn’t thank him if he got her pregnant. Especially considering she was about to be back on duty after a month of health leave.

Flashing her an apologetic look, Prism jumped off the bed and opened a drawer in one of the closets. Aside from the socks he kept there, there was a package of condoms deep inside of it that he had bought some time ago just in case of an emergency.

He took it out and turned around back to Whirlwind, unpacking it quickly. Apprehension dawned on her as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Oh, right,” she said, leaning upwards on her elbows as she looked at him. “Wait, why did you have those?”

When he glanced from the now half-opened package to her, Prism saw her looking at him with raised eyebrows. “Oh, um, it’s not like that,” he quickly rushed to explain, feeling heat rising on his cheeks. “I bought those just in case- No, I don’t mean like yesterday,” Prism stammered, worried she might think he had hoped to… well, he did, but more in a ‘dream-like’ way. “When I moved out,” he began again; he winced due to embarrassment, “my folks told me I should always have some, so they wouldn’t be suddenly grandparents because of my stupidity.” He smiled sheepishly. “So I bought a package.”

Whirlwind nodded, then frowned. “So this been here how many years?”

He couldn’t help not roll his eyes. “I know they have expiration day, I’m not an idiot. I bought this one a few months ago.”

“Ah, okay,” Whirlwind said.

Turning his attention back to the condoms, he finished opening the package and took one sachet. Prism thought back to sex ed class; felt like ages ago. I hope it doesn’t feel weird, he thought as he unpacked it and took out the rubber.

“You need some help with that?” he heard Whirlwind ask.

Prism’s first instinct was to ask her why she thought he couldn’t put a condom on his own dick while jokingly pretend to be offended. However, when he looked at Whirlwind, he saw her staring at the rubber in his hand with intrigue… and at his penis with lust.

Curious what she was thinking about, Prism leaned back to give her a better access. “Since you’re offering…”

Whirlwind crawled closer to him, took the rubber from his hand and bent over his groin. With her other hand she reached his penis and grabbed it gently. Prism shuddered, still not used to the sensation of somebody else touching it. Not paying him much attention at the moment, Whirlwind jerked his dick while she leaned closer to it, her hand with the condom hovering above it. As she pulled the foreskin down, making Prism clench his teeth to not groan as his tip was exposed to air, she brought it down, gently placing the plastic disk on top of his penis, and slowly rolling it down.

Okay, doesn’t feel too weird, Prism thought, wiggling a bit; the condom was rather a bit cold to touch. It will take some getting used too…

“How does it feel?” Whirlwind asked, gazing at him curiously.

“A bit odd, but okay,” he replied. “Not really used to having something around it, but I should be fine.”

“Really?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “Not even a hand?”

Glancing down at Whirlwind’s hand, still holding his dick, Prism smiled sheepishly. “That doesn’t count, I am hoping to wear it for a bit longer time.”

“I meant your hand,” she replied, smirking.

Confused, Prism opened his mouth to question what she meant… then he figured it out and blushed. “I- I don’t do that,” he stammed, embarrassed.

His denial must have amused Whirlwind. “Oh really?” she asked, dragging the syllables. “Am I really supposed to believe that?” she added, her palm massaging his dick.

Prism found it hard to focus in his current situation. “Why would you think I’m lying?” he asked nervously.

“Well, for starters, you are a guy.”

“Sexist,” he replied, hoping to turn this into a joke.

She ignored his comment and tugged gently on his penis. “And back when we were dating I noticed a few used tissues behind your bed.”

His jaw dropped. “I… um… oh sweet mother of Celestia,” he moaned, covering his face from the embarrassment.

He heard Whirlwind giggle, and he wondered if he could just drop undergound from shame. In the next moment, however, he felt her let go of his dick and embraced him. “Aw, c’mon, Prism, it’s nothing to be ashamed off,” she told him, holding him under his chin and lifting his head for a kiss as she straddled him. Prism, although reluctant, took his hands off his face and embraced her back. She was looking at him with a mix of amusement and pity after the kiss. “I mean, sure, back then it would have been, but now… it’s kinda hot,” she confessed, her face gaining in color.

With some of his embarrassment dispersed, Prism managed to muster a smile. “Oh, really?”

Whirlwind had positioned herself so that her pussy would be aligned with his cock. Now as they talked, she was moving her crotch up and down, rubbing herself with his dick. “Mmm… well, that depends,” she told him, keeping her face close to his. “Do you think about me while masturbating?”

Gazing into her half-lidded eyes, there was only one thing Prism could say; the truth. “Always,” he said in a husky voice.

Her face beamed at his reply, then took on a predatory visage. Before Prism knew what was going on, she pushed him against the bed, holding him down. Whirlwind, staring into his eyes, pecked him on the lips before she slowly raised to a sitting position, taking his hands into hers and moving them down her body, resting them on her hips.

As her hips rose and moved forward, Prism - despite about every fiber of his being telling him to not interrupt her - spoke. “W-wait,” he stammered, and Whirlwind looked at him with confusion. “Dubz… you’re sure?” When she shot him her ‘Are you kidding me’ look, he explained further. “I mean… it’s something else, you know? It’s big.”

She looked down. “I’d say,” she purred, causing him to blush. “Yes, I am sure,” Whirlwind said as she looked up. She then deadpanned at him. “Also, you could have thought about that before you got me so worked up again.” As he smiled sheepishly, she sighed and smiled. “I know it’s more serious than what we did until now, but I don’t care. I want to do this with you,” she said in a sultry voice, once again sliding his dick against her folds as she rose. “I need you, Prism,” Whirlwind said, looking into his soul.

Prism stared back at her, and saw all his emotions reflected in her. With a nod, he grabbed her hips more firmly. Whirlwind took that as a sign and began to slide down.

Slowly (almost agonizingly so for Prism), his dick was pressed against her opening. Whirlwind took a deep breath and lowered further down. After a second, her lips’ resistance gave in, and they parted, letting his dick inside.

Both of them gasped; Prism because of the pressure around his tip, Whirlwind because of the way her pussy was being slowly split up. At least he assumed so. Prism didn’t think she was in pain, or at least too much pain, as she continued to slide down. He, on the other hand, felt like he was in heaven. Whirlwind’s folds slowly enveloped more and more of his dick. Her pussy was very warm, and gripped him tightly, like a vice. A part of him wanted to grasp her hips harder and pull her down, but he ignored that animalistic part of every man and let Whirlwind set the pace.

She was still sliding down, having taken more than half of his dick by now. As he looked at her, Prism noticed that she was clenching her eyes and teeth. He was about to ask her if she was alright, but noticed the concentration on her face and decided it would be better to not distract her. And so, slowly, she took more and more of him into her pussy, until finally his dick disappeared inside of her and he bottomed out, making both of them gasp.

His mind had almost literally exploded with pleasure, but despite that Prism focused on Whirlwind. “Are you alright?” he asked, panting.

She was breathing heavily, but she nodded, a bit feverishly. “Yeah, fine,” she gasped, her eyes closed. “Just need a minute…”

Prism nodded with understanding and let her adjust. Fighting off the urge to move his hips, he ran his hand up to her breasts and began caressing them again. Whirlwind smiled and leaned a bit closer so he wouldn’t have to reach so far, and continued to take calming breaths. Finally, she felt her legs shiver before she slowly raised her hips, only to bring them down after a second.

Even that bit sent waves of pleasures through Prism. He bit his lip and brought his hands down to her hips, which he grabbed tightly, but other than that he stayed still. He was smart enough to know he had to let her set the pace. Even if it is difficult to not move, he thought as she raised again, a bit further.

Whirlwind brought her hips back down, then rose again and back, each time sliding further away. She began moving faster too, not by much, but by a bit and continued to speed up. Prism took a moment to look down. The sight of his dick appearing and then disappearing back inside of Whirlwind was strangely arousing. So was the feeling of warmth and moist around it, even through the condom. I wonder how it would feel without it… Prism began to think, but then shook the stupid idea out of his head. Maybe some day, in say a few years he would learn, but for now he wasn’t even gonna suggest that.

He returned to look at Whirlwind’s face, and found her staring at him. No longer slowly sliding but practically bouncing now, she was gazing at him through half-lid eyes. Her hands, resting on his chest to support her, clenched a bit as she brought her hips down, practically slamming against his groin and causing Prism to groan in pleasure. She stayed there a second longer before she resumed to bounce up and down, but this time he was ready. No longer afraid to participate, he began to thrust up to meet her hips. Whirlwind utterest a surprised gasp, but her face stretched into a satisfied smile.

That was all the encouragement Prism needed. Grasping her hips more tightly, he began to thrust regularly, syncing up with Whirlwind perfectly after just a few tries. His world had been reduced to the sensation of her pussy squeezing his dick, the feeling of their genitals slapping against one another; the sight of her bouncing boobs - to which she soon brought her hands to and started to massage them - and of her face, her closed eyes and open mouth; the sounds of the soft moans she was making, and squelching coming from their groins.

Soon, however, he realized the pressure in his penis was building up. Prism cursed inwardly; he had been too focused on what was happening. He might not have had sex ever before today, but he had read a lot about it to know he would last longer if he had been thinking about something… well, something gross would be best. But he forgot all about it, and he was nearing his second orgasm now.

“Dubz,” he panted, “how close are you?”

At first it looked as if he would have to repeat the question, but soon Whirlwind replied. “Almost… there,” she said, opening her eyes. She brought her hands back to support her as she leaned over him. “Don’t… you dare stop now!” Whirlwind hissed.

Prism nodded, and focused as best he could on delaying his orgasm. It wasn’t easy, not with Whirlwind slamming her hips into his faster and more violently.

“Yes!” she exclaimed loudly, repeating the motion. “Yes, yes, yes! Harder!”

Having little choice (or reluctance) but to obey, Prism thrusted his hip in time when she brought hers down, increasing in speed and strength. One of his hands lost its grip because of it, and as he tried to put it back, she reached back with hers and grasped it. He looked at her, a bit surprised, but as he gazed into her eyes he understood. Their other hands clasped too as Whirlwind brought her lips to his and they kissed.

This caused Prism to go over edge. He felt his balls empty into Whirlwind (or, well, try to; Thank Celestia for condoms,), but at the same time, her body shuddered too. She broke the kiss and moaned into his neck as her orgasm hit her at the same time as his. Her hips smashed against his and stayed there, with all of him inside her pussy.

Prism exhaled deeply as the sensation quickly passed, leaving exhaustion in its wake. He felt Whirlwind let go of his hands and hug him, so he did the same. His hands embraced her, and he softly stroke her as she calmed down.

They stayed like that for several long heartbeats, during which he felt his dick grow softer inside of her. Finally, Whirlwind pulled back her head to look him in the eyes. Her gaze seemed unfocused, making her appear half-conscious, but Prism recognized love in her expression easily.

“That was…” she said, her voice a bit coarse, “... wow,” she finished, not finding a better description.”

“Yeah,” Prism replied, not finding anything else to say; she was right, that was ‘wow’.

She smiled weakly, then brought her lips in for a kiss. As both of them were exhausted at the moment, it was brief, and then she slowly started to slide off him. Prism reached down to help her, taking a hold of his penis and the end of the condom as she turned on her side. His dick left her without much resistance; when Prism looked at it, it was already shriveled down, with the rubber looking like a big plastic bag. As Whirlwind laid on her back on the bed, Prism rose and took of the condom, being careful to not let his cum slip from it. Not having any trash cans in the bedroom, he tied the opening into a knot and placed it a bit further away on the bed. True, it was covered in Whirlwind’s juices from the outside, but Prism didn’t mind his sheets smelling like her.

“How are you feeling?” he asked when he lay back down next to her.

“Good,” she said, then she grunted and coughed. “I think my throat is a bit sore… I’m gonna go drink something in a minute,” Whirlwind muttered, tilting her head so that their foreheads were touching. “I’m feeling a bit thirsty.”

“There’s some mineral water in my fridge,” Prism said. “Want me to bring you some?”

“Nah, I’ll go get it myself. You rest,” she said, smirking mischievously. “We have so much more to do…”

Thank Celestia for mineral water, Whirlwind thought a few minutes later as she gulped down the bottle.

It felt weird to stand naked in the kitchen like that. She hadn’t even done it in her own apartment (well, maybe once). Plus the floor was a bit cold to her bare feet. However, she and Prism had the next few hours just for themselves, and she intended for them to spend it in their birthday suits.

Her heart was still racing at the thought of what they had just done. We just had sex, Whirlwind thought, placing the almost empty bottle down on the kitchen table; thankfully there were two others in the fridge. They were probably gonna need them. I still can hardly believe it… and it was so wonderful, she thought with lust. Hope Prism, hm, recovers quickly, Whirlwind added with a quiet giggle. There was is so much more we can do…

She walked from the kitchen through the living room, stretching. Recalling from yesterday that there wasn’t any house on the other side of the windows here, Whirlwind decided to take a peek at the outside. Walking around naked was a surprising turn on for her, and the thought of standing before a window now made her loins stir.

After making sure that there was nobody outside who could see her, Whirlwind leaned against the window. Her thoughts went back to their flight earlier today. How would it feel to have sex on the clearing? she began to wonder. Her hand began to make it’s way to her pussy. Almost nobody comes there… or up on a cloud?

She broke off her reverie as she felt her fingers brush her pussy’s lips. Wow, I had sex once and now I’m thinking about stuff like that? she snorted, amused. I would have thought out of the two of us Prism would be the one to plan having an outdoor sex-

A pair of hands embraced her from behind, startling her. “What’chya doing?” Prism asked, clasping his hands on her belly, just below her breasts. He bend down to kiss her neck. Whirlwind tilted her head so he could reach it easier.

“Just wanted to walk around naked a bit,” she purred, pressing her back against him. “I was curious how that feels.”

“And?”

She giggled. “You tell me,” she said; she could feel his manhood on her ass, growing hard again.

“Aren’t you afraid somebody sees you?” he asked instead.

“Hm…” Whirlwind hummed as she did a great show of looking around/ through the window. “Seems like there’s nobody there. And even if there was, if they could see us…” she tilted her head to look at him with one eye. Meeting his gaze, she whispered: “Let them.”

Apparently, it wasn’t just her that was slowly losing all of her shyness as this day went on. Prism not only did not seem abashed at the idea, but an eager growl rose in the back of his throat. He leaned closer to kiss her lips, while at the same time Whirlwind felt him crouch a bit. As his cock slid in between her legs, brushing against her pussy, she understood perfectly what he intended.

She was about to ask him about a condom, but just that second he unclasped his hands; in one of them he was holding a wrapper. Whirlwind smiled as he quickly opened it and began putting the rubber on his penis. Eager to start too, she arched her back, pushing her rear into him and raising her hips while placing her hands on the window.

A gasp escaped her lips as Prism entered her, but this time his cock slid through her opening with ease. She still felt a bit of pain as she felt it split her insides, but it was much less than the first time. Compared to that it was almost non-existent, leaving Whirlwind to just enjoying the great pleasure building up inside of her.

Slapping noise sounded through the living room as Prism found a comfortable position and started thrusting regularly. For the moment Whirlwind was content with just standing, but soon she began to move her hips in rhythm with his. She moaned loudly at the fast pace, but just then Prism slowed down, and brought one hand to her breast, fondling it and playing with her nipple, while his other one went down and started to run over her clit. This caused her body to shiver in pleasure, but neither this nor the earlier fast rhythm was what was bringing her rapidly to an orgasm.

It was the knowledge that they were doing this against the window. That she could see the outside, and know that any moment somebody could be passing by and see them. See Prism fucking her, and her boobs almost bouncing against the surface of the glass.

It quickly proved too much for her. After a short time she screamed as her orgasm hit her, cumming all over Prism’s cock. He leaned closer and nibbled her neck, slowing down. Whirlwind panted, grateful for a chance to catch her breath, but before she could say anything she felt Prism leave her pussy. In next instant she was turned around. Now facing Prism, Whirlwind embraced him around his neck and kissed him. He was more than happy to oblige her. As his tongue explored her mouth, she felt him grab her thighs and lift her up while pushing her against the window. Whirlwind hissed, the cold of the glass making her shiver, but neither she nor Prism paid it much mind. His cock plunged into her and he proceeded to fuck her, both using the window as a leverage.

Whirlwind entwined her legs behind him, feeling his ass he slammed into her, enjoying the rough treatment. She moaned into his mouth as they broke the kiss, and stared into his eyes as he fucked her fast. The hunger in his eyes turned her on. None of them said a word, they just panted as they gave in to carnal pleasure.

Unfortunately for her, Prism couldn’t last too long with such exciting positions, either. Whirlwind felt him shudder and slam against her one last time, hilting inside of her. Prism gasped loudly as he came, then breathed heavily. Whirlwind kissed him as she waited for him to calm down after orgasm, then pushed him away. She landed on her feet a bit shakily, but quickly recovered and pounced on Prism, pinning him down to the floor.

She leaned down to kiss him again, then turned around so that her groin was above his head. Understanding what she wanted from him, Prism grasped her rear and let it down to his mouth, proceeding to lick her pussy clean. Whirlwind moaned softly, satisfied, then looked down on her “prey”.

Whirlwind removed the used condom and threw it away; she would help Prism clean later. Even though she knew how a male’s body worked, she was still a bit disappointed at the sight of his deflated dick. Oh well, guess I have to remedy that, she thought lustly and leaned down.

As she quickly found out, a penis in this state wasn’t as fun to service as when it was hard, but it was still arousing her. First she licked it off Prism’s cum, then took it all into her mouth. Her tongue danced around it as she sucked it, thinking back how it felt earlier. When she was touching a penis for the first time and it was so wonderfully hard.

Prism wasn’t lying idle. As she was playing with his dick, he was tongue-fucking her, while his hands grasped her buttocks tightly, bringing her closer to him. Whirlwind was more than happy to hump his face. Trying her best to focus, she pulled down Prism’s penis’ foreskin and bent down to slide her tongue around its edges.

Her ministrations began yielding results; she felt Prism’s dick grow bigger when she sucked the tip. She pulled back to see if she was right, and indeed she was. Whirlwind was about to return to pleasuring him orally, but then she felt Prism drawn a lick across her clit. She looked back, a bit startled, and noticed that when she backed away earlier she moved her rear far enough that he could reach it. Wondering why she didn’t think of it before, Whirlwind leaned down as far as she could without moving her pussy, which was luckily enough to take Prism’s cock into her mouth. By then it was almost as hard as when he fucked her, and after a mere few seconds of work with her tongue it was back to its glory. Moaning with satisfaction, she bobbed her head up and down, wanting to get him to cum as fast as possible. She could feel her own orgasm approaching, and she wanted them to hit their climaxes together again. And so she worked earnestly on his shaft, feeling it almost reach her throat as she had to gag on it, while Prism on his end sucked her clit. And just as she wanted, so it came to be; the pleasure built up inside of her and she came, spreading her juices over Prism face, while she felt his dick throb in her mouth and release cum right down her throat.

She pulled her head back, far enough only for the rest of his load to fill her mouth. It wasn’t as much as the first time, but considering how much it was back then she was thankful for that. Whirlwind slowly let Prism’s dick slide from her mouth, then kept it closed as she stirred the cum inside with her tongue before swallowing. Having done that, and with her climax over, she slumped down on top of Prism.

Whirlwind could hear him panting, and felt his breath next to her nethers. “Dubz, you’re alive?” he asked in an exhausted voice.

Suppressing a giggle, she answered: “Yeah, you?”

“I think so; then again, given the view and the smell I might be in Heaven.”

This time she did giggle. Whirlwind rolled to the side, falling off Prism and lying next to him on the floor. “Can you keep it going?” she asked, breathing heavily.

“Yeah, just need a breather,” Prism replied, his breath following the same pattern. “You?”

“I think I need a minute too,” Whirlwind said. “But not too long.”

“Oh yeah, definitely not too long,” Prism chuckled.

“Oooooh Prism!” Whirlwind moaned as Prism fucked her hard into his bed.

She laid down on her back, with her legs in the air as her lover pounded into her relentlessly. Whoever said missionary is boring… Whirlwind started but her thoughts trailed off as Prism leaned down and sucked her nipple. Her moans became shrieks of pleasure.

“Fuuuuck!” she spluttered, sensing an approaching orgasm. “I… I… I…” she tried to say, but couldn’t articulate. Finally, as she reached her climax, she moaned: “PRIIIISM!”

But he didn’t stop. He continued to fuck her relentlessly through her orgasm, his own still far away, not pausing even when he switched from one nipple to another. Whirlwind could only moan as the pleasant feeling of fullness in her pussy didn’t go away, no, rather increased the longer his dick stayed there. She was lost to the pleasure, to constant pounding, to the sounds of squelching their genitals made as Prism gave his all to her.

It wasn’t long before his thrusts caused her to near another orgasm. Screaming Prism’s name, her body trashed, but at the same time she felt him hilt inside of her and hold her down. So lost she was in her own pleasure that she hadn’t noticed Prism was about to cum too. She looked him in the eyes lovingly as they both rested after their respectfully climaxes, then after several heartbeast Prism pulled back and rolled to a side.

Whirlwind whined unhappily, missing his weight on top of her, but turned to kiss him as he embraced her. “It’s a bit weird that we tried the missionary just now, isn’t it?” she asked after a few moments of silence.

“Yeah, I thought so too,” Prism replied, chuckling. “Although, if I remember correctly, I wanted to start with missionary, but then you straddled me and we went with cowgirl.”

“Ah, I see,” she mused. One of her hands made its way down to his penis and, after removing the condom, began to jerk it. “Out of curiosity, which position you liked the most?”

Prism’s arm slid down her body and his hand landed between her legs. “Liked the most?” he asked, brushing his fingers across her opening. “How could I chose one? I like them all,” he purred, slipping one finger into her pussy.

She hummed in pleasure. “Yeah, me too. Can’t think of one I liked more than others.” Whirlwind glanced down; Prism’s dick began to grow hard again. “We should be wrapping this up if we want to make it to the party. What do you say we go take shower after we use up the next condom?”

“I’m game,” Prism said with a smirk, but when he tried to raise, she held him down.

With a wink, she leaned over to the package. She blinked when her hands brushed against the wrappers. Huh, only two left, she noted, taking one. Whirlwind quickly opened it and put the condom on Prism’s now hard dick, then rose on a slightly shaky legs and with her back turned to him positioned herself above Prism.

She kneeled down, needing to grab his penis to line it up accurately, then in a slick motion she slid down, taking it all in in one stroke. Whirlwind gasped as his dick hilted inside of her, but she didn’t let herself rest and began moving her hips up and down, slowly for now.

Hearing Prism moan behind her, she couldn’t help but ask: “Oh, you like that don’t you? My tight hot moist tunnel, squeezing your dick for all it’s worth?” she asked, slowly rolling her hips before slamming them down on him.

Prism didn’t reply, unless his gasps were supposed to be an answer. Instead his hands grabbed her and slid up to her breast. Nodding with approval, Whirlwind moaned once his fingers worked their magic and arched her back. Suddenly, his hips shot up, causing her to lose her rhythm and bite her lip as pleasure built up in her wet passage. Glancing behind to see Prism smirking she brought her weight down again, grinding against his crotch, before raising as far as she could without dismounting. His throbbing shaft almost left her pussy, but she then brought them down and resumed to bounce in quick turns, not stopping moving for a second. Her boobs brushed against the hands holding them. When one of his legs rose a bit in its knee, Whirlwind used it to rub her opening against it, bringing herself faster to the climax.

She came with a loud moan and fell back from the exertion, landing in Prism’s arms. His dick slid out almost with a pop!, and when she glanced at it she saw that it continued to stand proud.

Panting, she began to rise, while trying to think of a way to finish him, but it appeared that Prism had an idea ready. He grabbed her and turned her around, making her face him as he held her, then rose from the bed and placed her on the desk right next to it. A bit surprised, Whirlwind looked around and figured out why Prism chose this spot; when standing on the bed, he would be perfectly aligned to fuck her as she laid on the desk.

Even before she realized it, he was pressing his cock against her lips, parting them as he entered her. Prism grabbed her thighs to better align himself and then began to roll his hips, still holding her legs in order to pull her unto his dick.

Pleasure began to build inside of her again as he massaged her innermost depths. “How close are you?” she asked; having to guess by his expression, she would say that not long, while her orgasm would be a bit further away down the line.

He didn’t reply, focusing on his task apparently. When she saw him close his eyes she wondered if he was trying to not think about anything sexy to last longer. If he was, then it was a sweet thing to do, although a bit degrading. However, Whirlwind couldn’t pay those musings much thought as Prism started smacking his hips more violently against her, making her pant and wish he would never stop. For a while it seemed so, time measured only by their moans, squelching noises and creaking of the bed had passed and he wasn’t slowing down. But just as Whirlwind could almost taste her orgasm, Prism tightened his grip of her and hilted inside of her, his covered-by-condom tip kissing her walls as it unleashed his cum inside of her.

She sighed with disappointment as he pulled away, but he almost immediately bend down and sucked on her clit. Her hand went to his head and her fingers brushed through his hair as she screamed in ecstasy as her climax hit, shuddering from the top of her head to the bottom of her toes. Whirlwind breathed heavily as her orgasm subsided, and when she felt strong enough she lifted herself to look at Prism. He smiled at her as he licked off his juices off his face.

I should have known he wouldn’t let me not have an orgasm…

“Well, walking is going to be a bit tough,” he heard her muse as they entered the shower cabin. Prism looked at her questioningly. “I’m sore all over downstairs.”

“I see,” he said, also feeling weak. He turned on the knob for hot water, and it began pouring at them from above. “Yeah, me too. Man, this had to be some kind of record, huh? For the first time I mean,” he explained, raising his voice a touch to be heard over the sound of water

Whirlwind laughed. “Maybe? Who knows. Honestly, I don’t care about it right now.”

Prism nodded with understanding. They had more important things to worry about. Starting with making it in time to the party at Sugarcube Corner. He leaned down to pick up shower gel and poured some onto his palm, then turned to Whirlwind.

She smirked seeing the gel on his hand. “Wow, such an opportunity for a ‘don’t drop the soap joke’ and you hadn’t taken soap but gel. I’m impressed.” Prism rolled his eyes, chuckling. What she said next, however, made him pay full attention to her. “Can you wash me?”

Never reluctant to touching her body, Prism pressed his palm against her breasts, spreading the gel around them and taking more shower gel. Whirlwind hummed with a smile as his fingers carried it across her body. His hands caressed her belly, massaged her boobs, squeezed her ass. Prism slid behind her, his penis starting to throb as he led his fingers down…

“Um, Prism…” Whirlwind moaned as his hand slid across her pussy and his erect dick brushed against her behind. “Didn’t you have enough?”

“Of you? Never,” he whispered into her year, pushing her gently forward.

Whirlwinds sighed, but when she turned her head to look at him he saw a glint in her eye that told him she wanted it too. Still, she told him; “If we’re late it’s on you.”

“How can you be late to your own party?” he asked, amused, leaning from the shower cabin to where he had left the last wrapper with a condom (just in case; after all, they had been about to enter a tight space with hot water pouring down on them as they touched themselves all over their bodies).

“Well apparently you have to be dating a guy named Prism,” she shot back with a grin as she placed her hands on the shower cabin’s walls.

He couldn’t help but chuckle at that as he put on the last condom. “I see your point,” he told her, embracing her from behind.

“You better not say ‘let me show you mine’,” she said in a giggle that quickly turned into a gasp as his shaft slid right into her slippery pussy. Prism moaned too and grabbed onto her ass for deal life. Whirlwind rolled her hips slowly in the most pleasant of ways. She turned her head around over her shoulder. “Oooouhh, your dick feels so gooood!” she moaned with lust.

Prism bent down to kiss her as he continued to pound into her. Her slippery walls, soft and slick like velvet seemed to ripple as if purposely trying to hold him down, clenching around his penis. Whirlwind arched her back as she began thrusting back, pushing against him and thrashing wildly as they fucked senselessly. Pressure began to build up inside of him, and guessing by her moans, Whirlwind wasn’t far behind.

And she wasn’t. Uttering a loud shriek, Whirlwind lets go of the wall and grabs onto his hands while he hilted inside of her, unloading his cum into the condom as she shivers from his orgasm. Both of them spent and panting heavily, Prism pulled out of her, letting water pouring on them drool down their bodies as they calmed down.

“That was the last condom, wasn’t it?” Whirlwind asked, her breaths short.

“Yeah,” Prism replied, taking it off and throwing it away.

“Well, now we should be able to focus on getting cleaned,” she summed up, though she sound a bit unhappy that they couldn’t continue. Turning around on shaky legs, she leaned to pick up the tube with shower gel. “Also, when we do leave the party, we’ll have to stop by the pharmacy.

It felt a bit weird for Prism to wear clothes after so many hours of, well, not wearing them. Still, after they got cleaned up and dressed, he thought about it and realized that he was glad that they were going to that party. As fun as it was, they needed a break. Prism was fairly certain that at this point his balls were empty.

“Are you coming?” he asked in a raised voice, then snorted with laughter.

Whirlwind echoed him from the bathroom. “Well, not right now,” she replied as she left the bathroom, her fingers brushing through her hair. “Okay, now seriously, do I look like I had just finished a sex marathon?” she asked, straightening her shirt.

“I don’t think so. But anyway we don’t have much time left,” Prism pointed out.

Sighing in agreement, Whirlwind began walking towards the door. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“So… what do we tell the others?” Prism asked a question that was bugging him for the last five minutes. “Do we tell them that we’re together?”

“Honestly, I don’t know,” she said, shrugging. “Let them figure it out if they want, I don’t have the energy to deal with them making a deal out of it.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Prism said, smiling sheepishly.

“Oh relax, it’s not like it would be your fault,” Whirlwind replied. “And those are my friends too. And besides, them making a deal out of it is a sign of them caring and all that, right?”

“Well, yeah, but I meant that ‘don’t have the energy’ part when I apologized,” he said, sticking his tongue at her.

She snorted with laughter. “You’re horrible,” she said, punching him lightly.

“Maybe,” he retorted, grabbing her and pressing her against his body. With one hand he raised her chin to look her in the eyes. “But you love me,” he said, leaning down and kissing her,

She moaned into his mouth softly. “Mhm…” she purred as they broke the kiss. “I love you and you love me. Now let's get going,” she added in a more brisk tone.

Nodding in an agreement, Prism followed her as she left his apartment, then quickly closed the door behind them and walked along his girlfriend, wondering if this day could possibly, in even the tiniest way, get any better.

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Little did he know...