Modeling with Auntie Rarity

“Looks like yer sittin’ pretty comfortably,” said Applejack, glancing sidelong at Adam as she navigated the midday traffic. “Believe me, I coulda gone harder last night, but I went easy on ya for Auntie Rarity’s sake. You’ll be a better model if yer not walkin’ around with a sore bottom.”

“Uh, yeah,” said Adam. “Thanks.” After Applejack had revealed her cock to him - and penetrated his ass with it - he’d woken up with a powerfully sore bottom. And in the week since then, she’d used his butt nightly, getting herself off with little regard for his butthole’s inexperience. His pucker had been a virgin just a week ago, but his mom was pulling no punches when she fucked him.

But she had taken it easy on him last night, compared to the week that came before. There was still a phantom sensation of girth in his anal ring, a reminder of his mom’s size, but he wasn’t especially sore. Apparently he had Rarity to thank for that little act of mercy - although he certainly wouldn’t be discussing that with her. Applejack hadn’t actually asked him to keep their nightly trysts secret, but it seemed safe to assume she wanted it that way. And he certainly wasn’t keen on spreading the news.

“‘Course, sooner or later you’ll get used to it,” said Applejack, patting him on the thigh. “Couple more weeks of me spreadin’ yer cheeks, and you’ll be takin’ cock like a champ. And probably lastin’ longer.”

“You seem to keep making this ‘punishment’ last longer and longer,” muttered Adam.

“Aw, that hurts my feelings,” teased Applejack. “Don’t tell me ya still think of it as a punishment. Y’all wouldn’t shoot yer load so quick if ya weren’t havin’ fun. An’ if I don’t miss my guess…” she reached a hand over and gripped his crotch through his jeans; even through the sturdy material, it was clear that he had a throbbing hard-on.

“That’s what I thought,” she said, smirking. “Just talkin’ about it is giving you a stiffy. So don’t act like I’m the only one gettin’ something outta this.” She gave his cock a little squeeze, then let it go. “Anyway, I’m gonna keep usin’ yer butthole at least until I find myself a new man. You owe me that much, kiddo; you know I love ya, but havin’ a tyke doesn’t make dating any easier.”

Adam sighed. Humiliating as his situation was, he was getting something out of it - and he couldn’t put up more than a half-hearted resistance. And in any case, this conversation would have to be put on hold: they were turning the corner into Carousel Boutique’s parking lot.

“All righty,” said Applejack, pulling into a parking spot. “Be good fer Auntie Rarity, all right? I’ll come an’ pick you up later.”

Adam stepped out of the car and leaned his head down to meet his mom’s eyes. “Okay,” he said, “See you later.” He pushed the door shut and turned to Carousel Boutique, quietly regarding the unique structure as Applejack drove away. He’d always thought Carousel Boutique was a bit garish, in contrast to the generally tasteful fashions Rarity sold within. But he knew better than to question his “Auntie’s” design sensibilities. And the building didn’t seem to drive away customers; the store did a brisk business most days.

But today it was closed - and so when Adam found the front door locked, he knocked on the glass and waited. When Rarity didn’t immediately answer, he pressed a finger into the doorbell button and listened for a distant chime. Rarity lived above the shop, and Adam had been up there a few times - so he knew the chime would reach her ears no matter where she was.

Sure enough, she soon emerged from a door in the back wall, smiling as she caught sight of Adam. She was wearing a more practical outfit than Adam was used to seeing her in; her medium-length black skirt looked like it prioritized freedom of movement, and up on top she had a simple white blouse. She was still wearing heels, though; Adam couldn’t remember ever seeing Auntie Rarity without them.

Modest as her outfit was, Adam couldn’t help but sneak a glance at her long, ivory-white legs and her shapely bust. Adam thought of Rarity as his “Auntie,” like the rest of Applejack’s friends from high school… but he couldn’t deny that she was sexy as hell.

“Adam!” she said cheerily, once the door was open. She embraced him, pressing her proud bust against his chest and filling his nostrils with the pleasant scents of her beauty regimen. Spices and flowers mingled into a tasteful potpourri, making her embrace a feast for the senses.

“It’s good to see you, Auntie Rarity,” said Adam, and he meant it. Modeling clothes wasn’t his ideal afternoon, but this chore had spared him a brutal buttfucking last night. Despite his protests, he wasn’t entirely averse to having his ass speared open… but it was nice to have a little bit of a break.

“It’s lovely to see you too, darling!” said Rarity, releasing him from the hug. “Come in, come in! It was so nice of your mother to give you up for the afternoon… I don’t mind telling you, Adam, you’ve grown into a fine specimen of young manhood, and you’re just what I need to try out my new line of menswear.”

Adam couldn’t help but blush a little when Rarity complimented his appearance; she was always ready with a kind word, and her kindness always felt genuine. “Thanks, Auntie Rarity.”

Hearing her nickname, Rarity tittered and ushered Adam inside. “Let’s not waste any time, then,” she said. “If I were you, I’d be thrilled to be trying on new fashions… but I suppose boys your age don’t think about fashion too much, do they? Hmm, a healthy young man like you… you have girls on your mind, I expect.”

“Well,” laughed Adam, “I guess so…” The truth was, his mom was the only “girl” he’d been thinking about lately. The news that she had a cock - and the experience of taking that cock up the ass - had given him a lot to think about.

“Oh, of course, of course,” said Rarity, turning her back to Adam and looking through a rack of men’s clothes on hangers. “I so appreciateyou giving up your afternoon for me, Adam darling. I’m sure you’d rather pass the time with a girl your own age, not an old lady like me.” Adam laughed; Rarity was his mom’s age, but she was by no stretch of the imagination an old lady. “I can’t recall,” she said, “do you have a young lady you’re seeing at the moment?”

“Uh, no,” said Adam.

“Well, it’s only a matter of time, darling,” said Rarity. “So until then, I suppose you’re spending afternoons like this in front of the computer, luxuriating in a little self-pleasure.”

Adam’s head jerked back in surprise. He wasn’t used to hearing Rarity talk like this. He wished he could see her expression, but she was still turned away from him, picking out items of clothing and draping them over her arm.

“Uh…” mumbled Adam, “I mean, maybe…”

“Oh, you have nothing to be ashamed of, darling!” said Rarity. “It’s only natural if a boy your age can’t keep his hands off himself. And with your genetics, I’m sure you inherited a fairly sizeable implement, Adam.”

Adam was stunned into silence - and after a moment, Rarity broke the silence with a laugh. “Oh, I shouldn’t speak so carelessly,” she said, “But your mother, her lips can get a little loose after a few rounds of cider. She’s openly praised the size of your father’s equipment - so I have to assume you’ve got something to be proud of too.”

Adam forced an awkward laugh. He’d recently learned that his mom’s genes were probably more responsible for the size of his cock than his dad’s. But Rarity didn’t seem to know that; he knew his mom was close with her friends, but apparently not quite close enough to reveal that she had a dick.

Finally, Rarity turned around, wearing a calm smile. “Dear me,” she said, “I must have been shut up in my sewing room too long! If I don’t get my mind out of the gutter, Applejack will think me a terrible influence on her son…” She stepped toward the Boutique’s back-room door and gestured to Adam. “Come along, I’ll have you try these on upstairs.”

As ever, Rarity’s sewing room was a showcase of halfway-finished projects and halfway-dressed dummies. What it didn’t seem to have was any sort of changing room or even a privacy screen. “Where should I, uh, change?” asked Adam.

“Anywhere you like, darling,” said Rarity, laying a set of clothes on a countertop. Adam looked around the room, trying to find any spot that offered him some privacy. And when his eyes passed over Rarity, she looked back at him expectantly - even a bit impatiently. “Well?” she said.

Adam shifted nervously. “Is there a private place to change?” he asked.

“We’re in it, darling,” said Rarity, giving Adam a little smirk. “It’s just you and me. You don’t have to be embarrassed in front of your Auntie.”

“All right,” said Adam. He turned away from Rarity and began to strip, laying his shirt aside, then dropping his pants. Dressed only in his boxer shorts, he looked over his shoulder - and saw Rarity with her eyes firmly fixed on his backside.

Seeing Adam’s discomfort, Rarity laughed softly. “Adam, honestly!” she said. “As adorable as it is, your embarrassment is entirely unnecessary. You’re a very handsome young man, and honest farm work has done all sorts of favors for your physique. You shouldn’t find it surprising that a lady enjoys the sight of your body… and if I’m right about the size of your manhood, any lady would be lucky to see you with even fewer clothes.”

Turning his head away from Rarity, Adam grabbed the first outfit and hastily dressed himself. His Auntie’s words had made his dick start to stiffen, and he was in a hurry to conceal it. Despite Rarity’s unabashed lewdness, Adam couldn’t shake the instinctual fear that he would be blamed if he showed signs of arousal.

The first outfit was what Adam would call “business casual” - although, having never worked in an office, he wasn’t entirely confident in that assessment. The pale blue button-down shirt and the dark wool pants weren’t a perfect fit, but it was close enough that he could wear them comfortably.

“Oh, you look wonderful!” Rarity gushed. “Of course, I’m proud of my own work, but it benefits greatly from having such a handsome canvas…” She approached Adam and patted his shoulders, feeling how the fabric hung from his body. “Would you turn for me… lift your arms… hmm, hmm…” She nodded with satisfaction. “All right, very good,” she muttered thoughtfully. “Why don’t you try on this one next?”

Adam undressed and dressed in a hurry, facing away from Rarity to conceal his persistent boner. The second outfit was a light sweater and a pair of khakis, with a scarf as part of the ensemble - clearly something intended for colder weather.

“Ooh, another very fetching look,” said Rarity. “But the inseam… pardon me, darling…”

Adam wasn’t sure what the term inseam meant, but Rarity gave him a pretty good idea when she reached between his legs and grasped at the fabric beneath.. Her slender white fingers gently kneaded at his crotch, and - inevitably - they encountered his hanging ballsack and the base of his still-hard cock.

“Don’t you usually have a measuring tape for this?” asked Adam, quivering at Rarity’s touch.

Rarity scoffed. “Well, amateurs require those sorts of tools,” she said. “But if one has the talent for it, and a bit of experience, a hands-on approach gives the best results.” She rolled her thumb on the underside of Adam’s dick, and he whimpered softly as his cock dripped with precum.

“Well!” said Rarity, releasing Adam, “That was informative. Thank you for indulging me, Adam darling. Shall we try this outfit next?”

“I do believe that’s everything!” said Rarity. “It’s been a pleasure, truly. Just lay down that outfit on the countertop once you’ve changed out of it. Excuse me a moment…” She backed towards the door and exited the sewing room, leaving Adam alone.

Adam sighed with relief as Rarity closed the door behind her, finally giving him some privacy. He’d never felt so exposed, and his body was conspiring to embarrass him; his dick hadn’t gone down since trying on the first outfit, and his tip had left a growing precum stain on the front of his boxers. His arousal had been obvious - and Rarity didn’t seem to mind one bit - but he’d still tried to conceal it as much as he could.

But once he was down to his boxers, the door flew open again. Adam spun around, turning away from Rarity, cowering in surprise. “Oh, honestly,” said Rarity, “Adam, I’m starting to become a bit concerned about you! You’re in the prime of life, darling, and you’re naturally handsome to boot! Let me take a look at you, I’m sure I’ll find that you have nothing to be ashamed of.”

Before Adam could react, Rarity was behind him, with both hands on the waistband of his boxers. She yanked them down to his ankles, leaving him totally bare. “Ooh!” she said, “that is a lovely bottom, Adam.” She placed her hands on his butt, pressing her palms into the cheeks. “Ooh, a pleasing roundness, with some nice strong muscle underneath…”

She took her hands off his ass. “But there’s something even more important than a nice butt,” she said - and then she reached around his body and grasped his junk, wrapping one hand around the base of his dick and cupping his balls with the other.

“Auntie Rarity!” gasped Adam. But his shocked reaction didn’t dissuade her; she cradled his scrotum tenderly, and worked her hand up the length of his cock until her fingers reached the tip.

“Oh, I was quite right,” said Rarity. “I would say your size is very nearly perfect, Adam. Perhaps too big for some girls - but with the length and the girth of your manhood, you should have no trouble satisfying a lover.”

Adam struggled with the urge to tear himself away from Rarity’s grip. It felt wrong to let her do this to him… but her fingers were so gentle, and his cock had been hard for so long. He ached to be touched.

“And look at this,” said Rarity, squeezing his tip, milking out a drop of precum. “Your member is a bit leaky. Do you need release, Adam? Does your nice big cock need to shoot a lovely load of thick white cum, darling?”

“Yes,” croaked Adam. He anticipated that Rarity would begin to stroke his shaft - but instead, she removed both hands from his genitals.

“All in good time, darling,” said Rarity. “I’m trying to teach you to be proud of your handsome body, Adam… and another lesson occurs to me.” She rounded his naked body and stood in front of him, with her hands on her hips. “Your cock is bigger than most… but you shouldn’t judge yourself by how you compare to others. Because there will always be someone larger… “

Rarity lifted her skirt, revealing blue panties… with contours that didn’t match Adam’s expectations. Something underneath?

Rarity pulled down her panties, and almost from nowhere a thick white cock and two fat nuts flopped out. Rarity gripped her dick, stroking it from base to tip, and it grew hard in an instant. Once it was at full extension, she stepped forward until her face was mere inches from Adam’s - and her cock was touching his. With the two dicks touching, there was no denying it: she was a little bigger than him.

“You see?” said Rarity. “Just because I’m a bit larger than you, that doesn’t change the fact that your cock is perfectly lovely. You won’t always have the biggest dick in the room, Adam. There may be boys who are bigger than you.” Smirking, she bounced on her heels, rubbing her shaft against Adam’s. “There may even be girls who are bigger than you. They might be your dear Auntie… or even your mother.”

Adam stammered uselessly, and Rarity picked up the conversation on his behalf. “Yes, darling, I know all about Applejack. I know she has a penis… I even designed the special panties that we both use to hide our cocks. And what’s more, I know that your mother has fucked your lovely bottom. She told me all about it, sparing no detail. And she offered to serve you up to me, so that I could pleasure myself with your tight, warm asshole, just as she does…”

She embraced Adam, pulling him close. Her breasts flattened against his chest, and her cock rubbed up against his. She leaned her head forward to whisper in Adam’s ear. “How does that make you feel, Adam? Your own mother whored you out to her friend… and your poor little bottom is going to be plundered by yet another long, thick cock. You must feel so excited… so lucky to be loved so deeply by your mommy and your auntie.”

Adam felt his heart racing. All of this felt wrong - his whole life, Rarity really had been like an aunt to him, and he wasn’t supposed to think of her this way. And yet, Rarity’s words were compelling - held in his Auntie Rarity’s arms, with her breath tickling his ear and her cock frotting against his, he did feel loved. And the thought of Rarity penetrating him, thrusting deep inside him, and coming in his ass… the thought excited him more than he wanted to admit. “Yeah,” he mumbled.

“That’s what I thought,” said Rarity. “Well, since you’re obviously enjoying yourself… there’s one more outfit I’d like you to try on. Come along to the bedroom, darling…”

“Oh, darling, darling, darling!” said Rarity, looking Adam up and down with starry eyes. “Oh, I think this is the best one yet! Why, you’ve never looked better!”

“Thank you, Auntie Rarity,” said Adam meekly, wobbling slightly on the platform heels Rarity had put him in. It was the first time he’d worn heels - or stockings, or a dress, or makeup, for that matter. Rarity had given him a top-to-bottom makeover; if not for his short hair, no one would doubt they were looking at a girl.

“You’re welcome, dear,” said Rarity, “But one more thing is needed to complete the transformation.” She turned and retrieved a long black wig from the top of her dresser, laying and fastening it on Adam’s head. “Oh, perfect!” she gushed. “Gorgeous! You made a very handsome young man, Adam, but I think you’re even more lovely as a girl!” She stepped to the side, giving Adam an unobstructed view of himself in the mirror. “What do you think, darling?”

Adam gazed at the woman Rarity had made him into. He barely recognized himself; the girl in the mirror was breathtaking. The makeup had pulled off an incredible illusion, emphasizing the rounder, more feminine aspects of his face. The dress’ frills concealed the absence of a bust - and the wig framed his face in a way that hid his masculine features from even himself. “I’m really pretty,” he said.

“Oh, you certainly are!” said Rarity. “It’s quite clear that you like looking at yourself, judging by that protrusion inside your dress…” she reached down and gently prodded the spot where his hard cock was tenting his skirt. “But then, I suppose it’s been hard for quite some time. Take it from me, Adam, if you don’t wish to advertise your cock, you must learn to conceal it better. You don’t see me walking around like this, do you?” She gestured to her own stiff cock, an ivory rod that was lifting up her black skirt.

“You didn’t give me any panties…” protested Adam.

“Yes, the panties I designed are a true miracle of fashion,” said Rarity. “If they can hide my cock, they can certainly hide yours. But really, there’s no reason for either of us to be hiding ourselves at the moment. Those panties are a bit constricting, and… well, before too long I’m going to make you cum, darling. I’m sure you want your penis to be standing proud when that happens.”

Adam nodded. “Naturally,” said Rarity. She sat on her bed, lay herself down, and crossed her ankles. “Now then… as I explained, your mother told me every detail of the first night she fucked you… and that includes the way she found you that night. Sniffing her boots… pleasuring yourself…” She clucked her tongue at him. “If you like women’s feet, Adam, that’s more than fine. But you must indulge that fascination respectfully, not sneaking about like a thief in the night.”

She flexed her ankles. “Suppose you meet a girl who strikes your fancy, and the two of you wind up in her bedroom. Things are moving along, and you have a special sort of foreplay in mind. So you ask the girl, politely, if you may worship her feet.” She paused expectantly before giving up and prompting a response. “Go on, try it.”

“M-may I worship your feet, Auntie Rarity?”

“Why of course,” said Rarity. “It would be an absolute delight to have my feet worshipped by a gorgeous young lady like yourself! By all means, lick and suck and smell my dainty feet.”

Adam knelt at the foot of the bed, reaching for the first of Rarity’s shoes as his “Auntie” began to stroke her cock. He pulled the high-heeled shoe gently off her foot, and instinctively breathed in the scent that was released. Its strength surprised him; Rarity’s feet were indeed dainty, but a powerful and arousing musk clung to them. He dipped his nose into the shoe itself, drawing a deep breath that filled his lungs and made his cock twitch and dribble with pre.

“Not too much of that, now, darling,” scolded Rarity. “You’re here to worship my feet, not my shoes. But I am pleased that you like their odor; my skin care regimen is second to none, but no matter what I do, I always end up with such strong foot odor at the end of the day…” She uncrossed her ankles, giving Adam easier access to the other foot. “Do continue. But no touching your cock, young lady; your mother tells me you’ve been ejaculating too soon for her tastes, and I don’t want to risk that.”

Adam removed the other shoe, taking a quick sniff as he passed it under his nose. And once her set it aside, he was faced with Rarity’s feet - small and smooth and fragrant. His desire to touch his cock only intensified as he contemplated his Auntie’s lovely feet - but instead, he kept his hands busy by massaging her soft white soles. He pressed his thumbs into her heels and worked his way up her arches, watching her toes curl in delight. “Oh, Adam darling,” she groaned, “You do know how to treat a lady’s feet with the proper tenderness. You give a delightful massage… but a massage isn’t proper worship, is it? Show me your affection… with your lips and your tongue.”

Eagerly accepting the invitation, Adam leaned his face into Rarity’s feet. He rubbed his cheeks against her soles, breathing deep lungfuls of her scent and tickling her toes with the dangling black hair of his wig. He lay his tongue flat against her heel and licked his way upward, tasting the strong musky scent that he had been smelling. Rarity laughed as Adam’s slick tongue tickled her tender soles - and once Adam licked his way to the ball of her foot, he saw that a shining, pearly drop of pre was dribbling from the head of her cock.

Seeing that his affection was getting a response from Rarity, he planted kisses all along her soles, licking the soft skin each time his lips made contact. And once he’d covered every inch of her soles, he wrapped his lips around her toes and sucked at them, moaning with delight as the taste of her skin filled his mouth. With his hands free, it took all his self-control not to touch his cock; he felt so close that just one or two pumps might have brought him to climax.

“Oh, now this is magnificent,” said Rarity. “You truly love my soft, dainty feet, don’t you? Ah, I could stroke myself off to this and have a lovely time… but then I would deprive us both of the experience that you came here for. Step back, please; you are done with my feet for now.”

Adam removed his lips from Rarity’s feet. Rarity released her cock and parted her legs slightly, treating Adam to a view of her cock, gorgeously framed by her smooth snow-white thighs. “I love to accentuate my fashions with a tasteful application of perfume,” said Rarity, “But you seem enamoured with the natural perfume of my body - and I find it quite flattering. Perhaps you’d like to sample another varietal? If it pleases you, young lady… you may gorge your senses on my cock and balls. Smell and taste all that you like.”

Adam crawled onto the bed and buried his face between Rarity’s thighs. With his nostrils poised just above her tight, smooth ballsack, he inhaled, breathing in a rich, complex musk. It was more dense than the smell of her feet: spicier and altogether stronger. And a feminine aftertaste mingled with the unmistakably masculine odor: no doubt Rarity, like Applejack, had both sets of genitals.

Adam stretched his lips around Rarity’s nutsack, taking the two plum-sized testicles into his mouth and washing the tight sack with his tongue. His dick was still achingly hard, still staining the inside of his dress with pre, but he was barely aware of it. The feeling of Auntie Rarity’s balls filling his mouth, and the taste of her skin washing over his tongue - those sensations dominated his consciousness, leaving no room in his mind for anything else.

Adam released Rarity’s ballsack, leaving it slick and shiny with spit, and moved on to her cock, kissing his way up the shaft. His kisses were long and passionate, and the slow climb upwards made her cock seem impossibly tall, a towering monument of love and power. Halfway up, he detected a salty-sweet flavor that must have been Auntie Rarity’s precum; he savored the taste, and when he reached the soft dome at the tip of her cock, he milked as much as he could from her slit. He desperately wanted to fill his mouth with that flavor, to tease a full load of thick cum from Rarity’s cock and swallow every drop - but he knew that his Auntie’s seed was a gift meant for his ass, not his mouth.

“Oh darling,” moaned Rarity, “Once again, I can’t allow you to continue; the main event lies still ahead of us.” She pushed gently on Adam’s forehead to lift him off her cock, and he didn’t resist. She sat up and opened the top drawer of her bedside dresser, selecting a small bottle and something Adam couldn’t see. “Lie down on the bed, young lady. Shoes off, of course.”

Adam pulled off his high heels and set them at the foot of the bed. “The dress too?” he asked.

Rarity squeezed the bottle over her cock and began to work the lubricant into its surface. “Oh, certainly not!” she said. “My fashions are created to accentuate the beauty of lovely ladies such as yourself… and I want you to be as beautiful as possible when I fuck your tight little ass. The stockings, the dress, the wig - they all stay on.”

“Okay,” said Adam, laying himself face-down on the bed, with his ass raised expectantly. The floral scent of the lube hit his nostrils, and his pucker twitched.

“In fact, there’s one more thing I want you to wear,” said Rarity. “A bit of jewelry.” She sat on the bed beside him, snaking a hand under his skirt - and slipped something hard and slightly cold onto the tip of his dick. Humming softly, she worked it down to the base, where it tightly encircled his engorged shaft.

“There we are,” said Rarity. “Your mother tells me you’ve been coming far sooner than she’d like. This ring will keep your cock from misbehaving while I pleasure myself with your bottom… and once I’m finished, I’ll allow you to cum.” With her hand still under Adam’s skirt, she squirted lube into the crack of his ass. “It’s my hope,” she said, “that in time, this ring might help you learn to delay your climax on your own. Won’t that be nice?”

Adam wasn’t sure if Rarity expected an answer, but he felt one rising up in his throat regardless. “Yes,” he said, “Thank you, Auntie Rarity. I want to be a good girl, I never want my cock to misbehave… I only want to cum when I’m allowed, Auntie Rarity. Please help me to be good.”

“Oh!” said Rarity. “You don’t know how happy it makes me to hear you say that.” She took her place behind Adam, letting her slick cock slip between his cheeks. “You are a darling… and I can’t wait to penetrate your darling little bottom.” Her tip poked at his hole, making him shudder, and she wasted no time working it into him.

It was easier than the first time, just one week ago, when his mother had claimed his ass/ Far easier than that.. His ass knew what to expect, and his body knew how good it was going to feel - even if his mind didn’t always accept it. Of course there was still pain as Rarity slid inside him; taking something that big would never be easy no matter how willing Adam was. He groaned as the first few inches entered him, feeling his cock throb helplessly. He was so pent up, he might have cum then and there - but the cock ring was wrapped too tight around his dick, and all it could do was leak a thick drop of precum.

“Darling,” gasped Rarity, “Your ass is heavenly, it truly is. Well worth all the anticipation, all the foreplay… You’re still very tight, but I suspect your mother managed to loosen you up just a bit…” With her dick halfway in, she pumped her hips, slowly fucking Adam with a fraction of her length. “Oh dear, I scolded you for coming too quickly, and now I’m not sure I’ll last very long. Seeing you in that lovely dress, not to mention the devoted affection you gave to my feet and my cock… I’m terribly worked up, darling.”

“Ooh, yes,” she moaned, building the pace of her thrusts. First she went a little deeper, pushing an extra quarter-inch into his ass… then she went faster, taking advantage of his loosening walls as her thrusts spread the lube deeper inside him. “Yes, I may cum at any moment, darling… oh, I’m so pleased that you grew up so handsome… I wouldn’t have dared ask Applejack if I could fuck her son, but when she came to me… and told me how naughty you’d been… and how tight your ass was… I just had to feel it for myself.”

“Oh fuck,” grunted Rarity. Her thrusts were taking her deeper now, so deep that her ballsack slapped Adam’s cheeks. “I can’t tell you how much I wanted to fill this gorgeous rump with my cum, dearie. Applejack raised such a lovely, strong, thoughtful cum dumpster…” She gripped Adam’s waist harder, steadying herself for longer, faster thrusts. Each stroke against his prostate sent a thousand-watt sexual jolt that abruptly ended where the cock ring constricted his shaft; each fresh ramming from Rarity’s cock should have been enough to make him blow his load, but all he could do was whimper and moan and spill more pre onto his dress.

“I’m so lucky to be your Auntie,” said Rarity, “and you… you’re lucky to have an Auntie who loves you enough to dress you up like a girl… and shackle your cock… and fuck your pretty little ass until she… ooh, oh, oh!”

Rarity rammed Adam’s pucker, going balls-deep for the first time - and Adam felt her cock throbbing inside him as it pumped her load. The first eruption filled his ass with warmth, and more thick hot seed flowed into him each second. He felt his Auntie Rarity’s load bloating his ass, swelling his insides… and then her felt her cum spilling out of his asshole, still warm, dripping onto his dress and onto the bedsheets beneath.

Rarity pulled out, and more cum spilled from Adam’s abused hole. “Oh, marvelous,” she sighed. “But I haven’t forgotten about you, darling.” She reached between his legs and slowly worked the cock ring off his shaft, wiggling it forward a half-inch at a time. Adam felt like his dick was going to explode - or at very least fire off a load as soon as the ring was off - but he didn’t cum, not just yet.

“Roll over, dear,” said Rarity, “and sit back against the headboard.” Adam obliged. “You were very good,” she told him, her beautiful, smiling face flushed and sweaty. “And your Auntie is going to give you something very special.” She sat on the foot of the bed, facing him, slowly stretching her smooth, snow-white legs in his direction. “You proved your love for your Auntie’s feet, darling, and now Auntie Rarity’s feet are going to love you back.”

As she stretched her legs, her feet crept beneath the hem of Adam’s dress… and they brushed up against his thighs, tickling his skin, until they arrived at his cock. “I do so much to keep my feet beautiful and soft, darling,” she whispered, placing the balls of her feet on either side of his shaft. “It’s wonderful to meet someone who can appreciate all that work.” She began to move her feet up and down in unison, stroking Adam’s shaft. “So tell me, do you love my feet?”

“Yes,” grunted Adam. “I love your feet, Auntie Rarity. They’re… smooth… and pretty…” Adam wasn’t skilled at dirty talk at the best of times, and right now - with his cock ready to burst and his Auntie Rarity fixing him with a naughty smile from across the bed - he couldn’t compose anything more eloquent.

But Rarity seemed ready to soak up any compliment, no matter how clumsy. “Mmm, thank you, darling,” she said, “But why don’t you show me how much you love them. Just like you did with your lips and your tongue. Why don’t you cum for me, Adam dear? Won’t you shoot a big thick load from that tall, handsome cock of yours, and cover my little toesies in sticky white cum? Oh, if you could just cum all over my feet, Adam darling, you’d make your Auntie Rarity so, so happy…”

Adam shuddered, and his aching balls tensed for release. Climaxing, after being teased and denied for so long, was painful - but it was explosively pleasurable at the same time. He cried out, his voice rasping as his cock launched the first thick rope of cum; it would have shot an impressive distance if it had been unimpeded, but it simply splattered against the interior of Adam’s dress and dribbled down onto Rarity’s feet. Rarity tittered as she felt Adam’s warmth pouring over her, and wiggled her toes under the rain of sticky seed.

Adam felt like two or three loads worth of cum had built up behind the cock ring, and they were all coming out at once, his cock pumping furiously to empty out his full, aching balls. Once Rarity’s soles were coated with cum, Adam’s cock gave a couple dry pumps and fell still. Groaning, completely spent, Adam slid down onto the bed.

“Yes, darling, you’ve earned a rest,” said Rarity, crawling across the bed to embrace him. “You were good today, Adam… you let your Auntie make you pretty and fuck your pretty little butthole… You came all over Auntie’s feet, just like she asked you to… I’ll be sure to tell your mother just how very good you were.”