The drizzle and wind assaulting my face make me grimace as my scooter zooms along the road. Rain or shine, a pizza boy’s job isn’t finished until every pizza has been delivered. That pizza boy is me, Starshot. 25 years old, a unicorn and, if my job description didn’t make it obvious enough, I’m a guy. I’m a little bit down on my luck at the moment, but at least I have some semblance of a job, as lame a job as it is.
I park my scooter on the sidewalk as I reach the third house on my pizza run. I open the steel luggage box on the back and take out the cardboard pizza box. Even though they are neatly stacked in order, I still double check the address and content of the box. Well, seems like some ponies still like pineapple afterall.
I fight my way through the gusts of wind and ring the doorbell of the two story, middle class house. I tap my foot to the rhythm of a ditty that’s been stuck in my head all day as I wait for someone to answer. When that door finally opens, and right before I can even say anything, my eyes go wider than a car’s headlights.
Yowza, what a sight to greet me on this run! A pegasus mare with blonde hair and a peach coloured body, maybe in her mid or late twenties, stands in the doorway wearing nothing but a red fluffy bathrobe. She’s a bit on the short side, maybe about 5 foot 3, but her body is the very definition of thick, with hips so wide and tits that are nothing short of enormous. She smiles at me seductively, and my eyes fall on her canyon deep cleavage. She’s holding her robe shut with one hand and nothing more, and strangely enough her body isn’t even wet. Then again, who would take a shower when waiting for a pizza to be delivered? This whole situation is giving me some very strange vibes, to say the least.
“Ehm, the pizza you ordered, ma’am!” I say with a smile while holding out the box to her.
“It’s miss,” she purrs and takes it from me with her free hand. She puts the box on a table by the door and faces me with all her glory. “And I don’t have any money on me right now.”
“The ehh, the pizza has already been paid for, miss,” I say as I scratch the side of my face and laugh.
The woman goes stone faced for a moment, then proceeds to smile in my direction. “I know, but I wanted to give you a tip. Or maybe you can...give me a tip?” she says while biting her lip and curling her body into a seductive pose, moving her bathrobe just a little to give me a better look at her huge, popping titties. “Won’t you come in?”
“Eheheh,” I chuckle awkwardly, prying my eyes away from her boobage and looking off to the side. “No, that’s okay. You have a nice day now. Enjoy your pizza.”
At this, she gives me the most exasperated glare. I’m sure she’s so close to facepalming. “I’m asking you to come in and fuck me, you idiot!”
Yeah, no fucking shit!
“Oh, I got that,” I reply, with just a little bit of snark in my voice. “But lady, I don’t know you! Giving extra sausage with the pizza isn’t exactly part of my job description. Besides, I have other pizzas- look!” I point at my scooter parked on the sidewalk. “See that box? There’s like five more pizzas in there that I need to deliver. They’re gonna get cold, and I’ll get fired!”
I turn back to look at her, and she’s giving me the most “are you kidding me” look I’ve ever seen. But come on now, does anyone actually think this cliché’d porn scenario is practical in any way? I’m about to turn away and excuse myself, but then I get the idea to just throw her a bone.
“Although…” I raise my finger very matter of factly. “I would totally accept a quick flash!”
The last thing I see is her pissed off face right before the door slams in my face. I purse my lips with my finger still raised, and I shrug.
“Oh well…”
Urgh, what a day. Not only did it start pouring after that weird instance earlier, but my piece of crap GPS bugged out on me and I got lost! I delivered the last two pizzas too late and got an earful from my boss because of it! But what does that old wrinkle dick know anyway? At least he let me off with a warning, but next time I’m quitting before he can fire me.
“Blech,” I exclaim to myself. I’m laying on my bed in silence, spread out wide and staring at the ceiling. I feel like I should be doing something, but at the same time I don’t feel like doing anything. The silence leaves me alone with my thoughts. I pick up my phone from the night desk and open up a picture of her. Something I really shouldn’t be doing, but I just can’t help myself.
Dream Weaver, my girlfriend for the last 3 months, or at least, she was until 2 weeks ago. Our relationship suddenly ended when she broke up with me, because she “didn’t see us going anywhere”. I never got that, I mean, if you ask me, I’d say we got along pretty well! I still wonder what I could have done differently, or if it wasn’t me, what her thought process was for this break up, because she never told me. Argh, women are such a pain to figure out sometimes.
It’s not that I’ve never been dumped, but the timing of this whole situation strikes me as kind of a cruel twist of fate. Just 3 weeks ago, I went girl hunting for my best friend Splinter and set him up with a complete knockout of a mare. I leave them alone and lo and behold, the next day I hear back from him to find that I probably found him the woman of his dreams! Him and Cloud Splitter have been damn near inseparable ever since and they seem very happy together. Splitter… Splinter… I still think that’s pretty uncanny.
I gotta say I’m pretty proud of my matchmaking skills, but just a week later and boom! My relationship ends. It’s kinda funny, but also kinda sad. Cloud was so torn up about it too. We even went out on a double date right before it ended, and she commented on how cute we were together. She told me not to be too sad about it, and that there’s definitely someone out there who’s gonna make me happy. Man, Cloud sure is a treasure. Too bad she’s taken.
I can’t deny I’m still pretty bummed out about it. I keep staring at the picture of her; I look at her hazel eyes, her dark medium length mane and the smile on her face, and I’m reminded of all the good times we had. Our first time at the movies, where we just ended up riffing on the flick we chose. We got so many people telling us to shut the fuck up, it was the best! Or that time we had a quicky in the car after meeting with her parents. Man, speaking of which, the sex we had was quite something, and her boobs were so...and her hips so…
Fuck, I’m still not over her. I really need to get over her. I sigh, close the picture and put my phone away. Back to staring at the ceiling I guess. Seriously, what the hell am I doing? This isn’t me! I’m available, I’m back on the market, I should be happy! I can do whatever the hell I want! I get up from bed and walk to the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror. My bright aquamarine hair with white streaks is a bit frazzled from the rainwater, but a quick brush should fix that right up. I take off my shirt to reveal my somewhat muted teal furred chest and inspect it. Well, I’m not exactly ripped, but not too bad. I slap my stomach to see the slightest of ripples. Okay, maybe I could stand to lose a bit of weight, but it’s not like I’m fat or anything.
Next I… ahem… take a quick peek at my friend of the nether region. Yep, he’s still there, and looking pretty decent. I blink while I continue to stare into the mirror.
“Yeah,” I say to myself, “I’m pretty good looking. I could probably go out there and snag someone new, no problem!”
Cool, now I’m talking to myself. Still, I have a point! I could either stay here and fap my troubles away like yesterday, or I could go out there and take a few chances. Plenty of fish in the sea.
Maybe I should have taken that lady’s offer and boned her like there was no tomorrow.
Whoa, where did that thought come from all of a sudden? I mean, it would have cost me my job, but it would have been a fun, once in a lifetime experience. Wait, no no no, she was obviously a slut! I mean, what kind of self esteem does she have to seduce the fucking pizza delivery boy for sex, not to mention what I could have contracted from her.
But she was really fucking hot though… Like, REALLY hot. I mean, I have to commend my own self control and all, but her tits were seriously some of the biggest I’ve ever seen. I can’t deny that I was getting at least a half chub while she was standing in front of me, and she was willing to go all the way.
I blink at my reflection looking back at me and come to the realisation that I’m kind of pent up. As bad as it sounds, maybe I miss the sex more than anything. I start to feel a tightness in my trousers as I recall the whole thing, and my mind drifts off all the way to dirty town. In my defense, if you’ve enjoyed something for a couple of months, it becomes a more bitter pill to swallow when it’s suddenly taken away from you.
Maybe, just maybe, I’m not ready to commit to a relationship just yet, and I just need to go out and get some poon…
OR!
Maybe I should just have a quick wank after all, because I’m starting to think like a fucking douchebag! I shake my head and unzip my pants. Best to take care of this nonsense while it’s still a fantasy, so there’s no harm, no foul. I take out my rapidly hardening wang and begin to tug on it.
Ehm… What should I fantasize about? Wait, that’s obvious, isn’t it? I’ll just think about what could have happened if I had actually bonked that lady. I close my eyes and visualise, leaning onto the edge of the sink.
“The pizza you ordered, miss,” I say with a smirk, standing in the pouring rain, brushing my wet mane out of my face. The raindrops run down to my chest while I check out the deliciously plump looking pegasus with the killer tits in front of me. She is obviously naked, and her red bathrobe is just barely closed. Her blonde mane is still dripping wet from the shower she just took.
“Oh, thank you,” she giggles daintely. Her eyes meet mine. “But it’s ma’am. My husband isn’t home right now, and he has the wallet with him. I’m afraid I don’t have any money to pay you with,” she says with the innocence of a little schoolgirl. “Is there any other way I could…”
I raise my eyebrows at her, rainwater still running down my face. “Well, I wouldn’t want to come between you and your husband, lady, but-”
I snap out of my fantasy and stop my hand from moving. “Why the fuck did I make her married?” I mumble to myself. I shrug it off and decide to just go with it.
“I’m sure we could arrange...something,” I wink at her, and she gives me the horniest bedroom eyes I’ve ever seen.
“Oh, but I’m sure you still have a lot of work to do, we shouldn’t…” she replies.
“Ehhh, fuck my job anyways,” I laugh, which makes her giggle. She reaches out to me with her free hand and I place the pizza box on the table by the door.
“You must be cold, please come on in. I can...warm you up,” she purrs like a kitty in heat as she pulls me in through the front door and I kick the door shut behind me.
“Don’t mind if I do,” I say with a suaveness that only I can pull off. I pull her closer to me and my lips meet hers. What starts as a shallow kiss quickly evolves into a lustful tongue kiss as her hand begins to rub the bulge in my pants. I take off the uniform jacket and throw it onto the coathanger. Pretty soon she is kneeling in front of me and unzips my jeans. Her bathrobe is now hanging all the way open, and I shoot a glance down to her massive mammaries. I bite my lip at the thought of what else is hidden underneath those giant juggs. My cock reaches its full hardness in no time and bursts out the moment she finishes undoing my pants. She gasps in pure bliss and takes it into her hand, beginning to jerk it with a gentle touch.
“Oh~ You are so big, mister. So much bigger than my husband,” she moans while she takes my meat into her mouth. She begins to suck with the vitality of a porn star, her tongue playing around with the head and taking my shaft deeper and deeper into her mouth, to the point of almost deepthroating me.
“I aim to please, ma’am,” I say as I hold her head with one hand while she gives me head. She takes my other hand and places it on her own head as well. Getting the hint, I begin to pull her in gently.
My cock travels to the back of her mouth, and then I feel it entering her esophagus. The squeeze I get from her tight little throat is so good, my head cocks back a bit and I moan out loud. Her tongue licks the underside of my base and she makes the slightest of gag noises. I ease up, allowing my long dick to slide out of her mouth.
“That’s it, that’s what I want! Fuck my throat! Fuck it like you’d fuck my pussy!” she says before gulping and letting her tongue hang out. I take that as my invitation to slide my raging hard-on ever deeper down her wanting maw. Her lips pass my medial ring and she soon takes the whole damn thing with a staggering lack of resistance. She looks up at me as I begin to hump her face, as she instructed, as if I was fucking her snatch. Soon her excess saliva begins to patter down onto the floor in shallow pools. My cock slides in and out of her throat pussy in fast motions, stimulating my glans like they’ve never been stimulated before. It’s obvious that I’m super close to cumming, and the way she’s still looking at me makes me want to fill her belly up with my jizz to the brim.
Right as I’m about to bust a nut, she wraps her arms around me and pushes her own face all the way down to my pelvis. She tries to swallow a couple of times, massaging my cock with her throat.
“Oh, fuck!”
I go off so hard I’m sure I’m blasting my cum directly into her stomach. I feed her every last drop over the course of the next 10 seconds, and she moans onto my cock while rubbing her own pussy with unbridled lust.
After the shocking of my hips dies down, she removes my schlong from her gullet and catches her breath. She opens her mouth wide for me and rubs three fingers over her wet tongue. “Thank you, sir!
I smirk at her as she gets up from her knees, giving me a good view of her peach coloured body. Her giant titties sag slightly over her somewhat pudgy belly, and her hips are wider than her shoulders. She is so scrumptiously thick that my cock immediately stands to attention again as I take in every detail, every curve with my eyes. Her pink nipples are hard with excitement and pussyjuice runs down her soft thighs in abundance. She is so unbelievably hot! I imagine my cock sliding in between those gargantuan knockers, just pounding and pounding, making her entire body shake and bounce, fucking the hell out of her incredible tits until my jizz explodes all over her-- Oh fuck, Shit!
My heart pounds like crazy as I take my hand off my member and I breathe heavily. I grit my teeth and fight to push my load back down. That was a close one! I got so carried away that I almost came before I got to the best part. I wait for a few moments to catch my breath, but my dick is diamond hard and throbbing, oozing precum and the sensation in the thing is overwhelming, like it’s screaming at me “why the fuck did you stop?!”
I decide to just keep my fantasy going and pick up the action again along the way, otherwise I’m definitely gonna have an accident.
Seeing how hard I’m getting for her, she grabs me by the junk and gently pulls me toward the living room. Her robe comes off and flies onto the floor while she climbs on the couch on her hands and knees, giving me a good look at her big, round ass and her curvy, flooding snatch. She puts two fingers inside herself and begins to pump, spilling her horny cunt juice onto the seat of the couch. She then looks at me with cum begging eyes and spreads her puffy labia open, giving me a good view of her bits.
I waste no more time and position myself behind her, giving her big fat ass a good slap, making her moan in surprise and arousal. I push her face down into the soft cushion, point my cock for her waiting hole and push it inside. Her tight tube strangles me so nicely, and she mewls in pure ecstasy as my explorer travels deeper and deeper down her cavern. I eventually reach a dead-end, so the only way is back out, and back in.
Before long, I’m slamming her plump little pussy with the diligence and stamina of a true stud while she drools and moans onto the pillows. Her heavy breasts swing back and forth with every thrust I deliver, so I lean down to keep them steady and give them a nice big squeeze while I’m at it.
Both of our bodies are soaked in sweat while I ruthlessly cock punch her juice box over and over. Her cries of joy are loud, desperate and drowning in maddening lust. I can feel her tighten around my rod as she reaches her first, violent climax. This only serves to make her fuck hole more wet, slippery and sloppy. Even as her body is quivering and her pussy is gushing, I don’t stop plowing her for a second because it just feels so damn good!
She looks up at me over her shoulder and I squeeze her tits tighter. I can see the sparkle in her eyes and the saliva dripping from her lips as she begs me to fuck her harder. I push her hips down on the couch and place my hands on either side of her, then I go to town on her. My hips pump with such force her ass shakes and jiggles out of control every time my pelvis slaps against it. Very soon I hear and feel her cumming a second time.
“Hahhh! Mister, Please! Please, cum inside me! I don’t care if you knock me up, I just NEED your cum inside me, now!!!”
I huff and smirk. She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I pick up the tempo just a little bit more until I feel that unmistakable feeling surface. My jizz sprints through my urethra in powerful bursts and sprays her insides completely white. There’s so much of it and it won’t stop coming, I just fill her up more and more. She looks at me with an orgasmic smile on her face, and she screams my name.
My hand grips the sink tightly and my head hangs low, panting and gasping for air. My other hand is still around my dick, which is starting to slowly retreat back into its sheath.
“Ooooh, whoo boy! That was...something else…”
All of the tension in my body quickly recedes and my heartbeat begins to go back to normal. My knees feel a little bit weak and I lean my head on the sink as I come back down from the rush that went through my brain just seconds ago. Seriously, it’s been a while since I concluded this hard. It takes me a full minute until I get the strength back to look under the sink to see the mess of white goop covering the wall and floor. I sigh. Maybe I should have prepared a little better for this…
Well, that was that. It took me a little while to clean up my own mess, but now I’m back to laying in my bed to rest out my ruse. My eyes are fixed on the ceiling again. Strange though, I thought I would feel better after rubbing one out, but I dunno… Something still feels a little bit off. Post masturbation guilt? No, I don’t think so. I keep going over everything I just imagined, even after it’s all said and done.
Okay, maybe I oversold myself just a little bit in hindsight, but whatever, it’s my fantasy, so I can do whatever I want, right? It was pretty damn hot, for sure, and I got off to it really well.
A half an hour passes, and I’m still just laying there, not able to get it out of my head. My ex-girlfriend, that mare I just perved over whose name I don’t even know, everything just keeps going back and forth, over and over. Why? Am I really that bothered by all of this? Why do I feel so...meh?
I think it over carefully, and I eventually take my phone and go through my contact list. Should I call her? I mean, I’ve never really felt this way and I’m starting to get a little worried. I feel like I need to talk to someone, and I can’t think of anyone else but her to turn to. Maybe I should meet up with her, tomorrow, it’s getting pretty late. Yeah, I’ll call her. I hit up her name in my list and bring the phone to the side of my face.
Work’s done for today. I only had a four hour shift today, so I have the rest of the afternoon off. I’m now sitting at the table at a café with a cup of steaming hot coffee in front of me. I shuffle my feet in some slight unease and my hands are folded together, my thumbs twiddling.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know who else to talk to about this. You were the first one that came to mind.”
“Oh, it’s no problem, not at all.”
Cloud Splitter blows into her cup before putting it to her lips. She is sitting across the table from me with her legs crossed. She is wearing a very modest outfit, a white long sleeve shirt with black flowers printed on the arms and light blue jeans that reach the middle of her shins. A far cry from what she wears when she goes out. I still remember the dress she wore when I first saw her, hubba hubba! I don’t know how she manages to sit in a chair comfortably with wings that big, but I guess she just learned to live with them.
In case you missed it, Cloud is Splinter’s marefriend, the latter being my best friend. Apparently she’s kind of an expert when it comes to love and sex and all things involved. I even heard she’s planning to study to become a sex therapist or something like that. Well, I guess she won’t really be an expert until she finishes those studies, but she still has a knack for this kind of thing, so that’s why I called her last night.
“So, what did you want to talk about, Starshot?” she asks as she puts the cup back down on the table. “You said something is bothering you?”
My eyes wander off as I try to look for the words. Damn, I’ve come this far and I don’t even know how to start. “I… I think so, yeah.”
The cyan coloured beauty smiles at me and leans her elbows on the table. “Are you still struggling with your break-up?”
“Maybe… That’s the thing, I’m not sure.” I try my best to describe just what’s eating me, but it’s so obtuse, the best thing I can come up with is “I just feel so… I dunno, empty recently. It’s true that I’ve been thinking about my ex a lot lately, and I don’t think I’m over her just yet.”
Cloud nods, brushing her pink and blue mane out of her face. “Yes, it’s a shame, but it’s not abnormal for you to feel that way. You may feel like you don’t know what to do with yourself, or you feel lonely, but at the same time not sure if you’re even ready for a new relationship yet. It doesn’t feel good, but time heals all those wounds.”
Damn, the way she talks about this without missing a beat, and being absolutely spot on about it too kind of takes me aback. Either she’s been doing some studying of her own or she talks from pure experience.
“Yeah, I guess so, but that’s not all. Yesterday I had kind of a...strange thing happen to me, and it’s just been on my mind ever since.”
She looks at me intently, telling me to go on without using words. I take a sip from my coffee and start talking. I tell her all about my encounter with the lady on my pizza run the other day, the way she behaved and how I responded to it. As I talk, her amused smile grows bigger and bigger, and when I’m done, she starts laughing like I’ve never seen her laugh before. She even gets a few looks from the other patrons.
“Hahahaha! No way, really? You’re pulling my wing! Did that really happen?” she guffaws.
“Yeah, I swear!” I retort. “I know it’s ridiculous, but that’s how it is.”
She settles down, but her body is still shocking from the chuckles she can’t contain. “I thought that only happened in badly written porn, wow! And that’s what’s been on your mind?”
“You can say that again.” I laugh a little myself, seeing the absurdity of the situation. “I just keep thinking, what would have happened, putting my job and such aside, if I had actually gone through with it, what would have come of it?”
My eyes dart around the room to make sure nobody’s too close. I debate whether I should even say this in public. I lean closer to her, and she does the same. “You know, last night I even, ehm…” I whisper this next part, “...fantasized about it, while I… You know…”
Cloud’s eyes go bigger and she gives me a devious smile. “Oh? I see.”
“Yeah, I thought getting it out of my system would clear my mind, but it didn’t work. If anything, it did the opposite.”
As I take another sip from my cooled coffee, Cloud looks dead at me, leans back in her chair and crosses her arms under her big, voluptuous breasts. “Starshot, could it be that, after that entire situation, you may have developed a little bit of a crush on that mare?”
I almost do a spit take at her suggestion. A crush? My eyes go wide and I look inside myself. Noooo, no no no, it’s not a crush, it’s purely a sexual thing! She just showed up half naked in front of me, wanted me to fuck her and I regret not doing it, that’s it. I think.
“Well, maybe not a crush,” she continues, “but I think you at the very least have some kind of emotional yearning for her. Maybe you’re curious as to why she did the thing she did. She left an impression on you, and that’s left you interested, but confused.”
Interested. Confused. Yeah! That sounds about right. The more I think about it, maybe there is more to it than just wanting to get between her legs. It’s hard to tell because my thoughts are so clouded. I don’t think I’m in love with her, but I still can’t stop thinking about her.
“Maybe I want to get to know her?” I suggest, to which she nods.
“It’s hard to tell, I’m sure. You’re still dealing with the emotional aftermath of your break-up, so you probably don’t know what you want right now. If you really want more clarity, I think you should find this mare and talk to her.”
I was afraid of that. I sigh and furrow my eyebrows. “I can’t just show up at her house. Last time she slammed the door in my face. Even if I remembered where it was, what would I even say to her?”
“Well, I guess…” Cloud brings her fist in front of her mouth. She looks like she is in deep thought, though I can’t tell what she’s thinking. She looks up at me and breathes deeply.
“I can’t really help you with that directly, but I’m inclined to tell you to follow your gut.”
What? What the hell is that supposed to mean? I stay quiet and give her a confused look.
“Crazy thought, I know, but I think you have a special skill in finding things. You found me when you were trying to help Splinter, and I turned out to be exactly what he needed.”
I’m not sure what she means by ‘exactly what he needed’, and honestly, I have no idea what she’s trying to say. Although it is true that I struck gold on the first try, but what does that prove?
“I’m following my gut when I tell you to follow your gut. I think if you do that, you may find the solution to your problem.”
Yeah, not making much sense here, Cloud. “So wait a minute, are you saying I should I go to her house, or…?”
“No,” she smiles, “I’m saying you should-”
“Follow my gut, yeah, alright… Okay, sure, why not. I’ll just think about finding a solution to my ‘problem’, and see where that takes me.”
“Exactly,” she nods, and finishes her coffee.
I stare blankly at her for what feels like forever. I clear my throat and rise from my chair. “I’ll just go and...do that then. Thanks for the talk, Cloud.”
“Of course! Let me know how it went,” she says before I head for the exit. I turn around once more and we wave our goodbyes.
Once I’m outside I raise my eyebrows and sigh deeply. What the hell was all that about? Follow my gut? What kind of advice is that in this situation? Everything was going fine until that little nugget popped up. What am I supposed to find, the spare key to her house? I sigh again. Okay, my gut tells me to… cross the street…
So I’m at the park right now, and I have no idea why. I just kinda wandered here. I’m sitting on the bench, watching ponies walk by while I’m trying to make sense of Cloud’s cryptic advice.
I mean, she is such an intelligent young mare, really nice too, but what kind of bullshit was she trying to sell me back there? Did somebody put something in her coffee or what? I’m good at finding things? Well I found this bench, but that’s not really helping me with my problem, is it?
Then again, this does give me time to think about all the other things she said, and it makes a lot of sense. I’m probably a little bit emotionally unstable right now, and there’s probably more at work here than my libido. It’s just… It’s so hard to think about. The word “confused” pops up in my head a lot. I’m so confused. I space out big time, hardly noticing the ponies walking by, hardly even paying mind when someone sits down on the bench next to me. I’m just a mess right now.
It’s probably not that big of a deal, really. I’ll probably get over this. It’s my fault for being such a drama queen and calling Cloud. Now I’m on this wild goose chase with no real lead. I growl internally. Follow my gut.
“What did you mean by that?”
I hear a puzzled hum come from beside me, and I realise that I accidentally said that out loud. I turn my head to apologise, slightly embarrassed.
“Oh, sorry, just thinking out lou--”
And my jaw drops.
I don’t know what surprises me more in this moment, the sudden realisation that Cloud’s intuition was right, or the blonde haired, peach coloured pegasus mare sitting next to me, staring at me like I’m the ghost of her great grandfather appearing before her.
“You!” we both say in unison. I expect her to get mad and stomp off after recognising my face, but she’s still in shock just like me. We sit there with wide eyes, gawking at each other for several more seconds before her face turns completely red and she lowers her head.
So awkward. The incident is probably still fresh in her mind as well. I don’t know what to say to her in the suddenness of the situation, but I should probably say something while I still have the chance.
“Fancy meeting you here… Small world,” I say, waiting for a response with bated breath. She just hums and nods. Her face is turned away from me so it’s hard to tell, but my guess is that she’s incredibly embarrassed. “So ehm… About yesterday. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be such a wise ass.”
She remains quiet. The sound of the singing birds and the murmuring of ponies congregating makes my skin crawl. Please, just say something. Finally, after an aeon of silence, she shakes her head.
“It’s okay… I don’t know what I was thinking,” she mumbles softly.
I smile a little. She’s not mad at me anymore, that’s good. “I never caught your name. I’m Starshot.” I extend my hand to her, she looks at it and a very cautious smile forms on her face.
“I know. I read it on your nametag.” She takes my hand and shakes it briefly and gently. “My name’s Vanilla Swirl.” A very sweet name indeed, pun intended. As I look at her right now, she looks a lot more down to earth than she did yesterday, a lot less aggressive and horny. “Actually, I’m the one who should apologise. What I did the other day, I’m so ashamed of it. I made such a fool out of myself.”
I take a few seconds, then give her a friendly, reassuring smile. “Don’t worry about that. I’ve made a fool out of myself plenty of times. I’ve wiped out on my skateboard in front of my classmates back in highschool while I pretended to be hot shit, I almost burned the building down in chemistry class one day, and I was even caught mast--” I pause when it occurs to me that this is probably not something I should admit at this point in time. “Ahem, well, I mean… You know what I mean.”
If you need to know, I forgot to lock the stall door, okay?
Her blush recedes somewhat and she begins to chuckle. Her head is turned to me more so than before now. I think she’s starting to warm up to me a bit more. “That almost happened to me too, a couple of times. The last part, I mean.” she laughs sheepishly and so do I, and I scratch the back of my neck through my mane.
“I’m sorry I was so pushy. My mind wasn’t in a good place yesterday, I was a little bit drunk and frustrated,” she says with a guilty look on her face. From that apology and the sadness in her expression, I can tell something is troubling her. I decide to dig a little bit.
“Why? Did something happen?” I ask.
She nods, staying silent for a couple of seconds more. “A few days ago, I found out my boyfriend was seeing someone else behind my back…”
“Wow, what?” I exclaim. “He cheated on you?!” Vanilla nods once more. “Man… How did you find out?”
“Text messages… I suspected him for a while, but I didn’t want to believe it. I looked through his phone and I found some very...spicy texts between him and another mare.” She is clearly having a hard time talking about this with me, it still being so fresh for her. Still, she keeps going. “I confronted him with it and we got into an argument. We both decided it’d be best to split up, so he could be with her like he wanted, and I could…”
Owch…
“So I started drinking to forget my worries, but that only made me more...frustrated, in more ways than one. So in some form of petty revenge, and to satisfy my own needs somehow, I decided to order a pizza and… You know the rest. I know it was stupid.”
Oh man, I feel so bad for her right now. She’s not a slut, she was just emotionally distressed and made a bad decision. A very strange decision, for sure, but at least I can understand where she was coming from now. The worst part is that I was being a snarky dick about it. “I’m sorry if I made you sad, Vanilla.”
She turns to me and I see that she is smiling. Her demeanor is still somewhat meek, but she looks a little bit relieved. “It’s okay. You were right. You didn’t know me, and you had a job to do. It was ridiculous of me to expect something like that of you.”
“Well, yeah, I guess so, but still...” While I’m talking to her, the fact that her body pops even while she’s fully dressed is not lost on me. Although the weather is nice, it’s still a little chilly out, so she’s dressed accordingly. She’s wearing a dark beige, long sleeved wool dress that hugs her body tightly and reaches her upper thigh. It’s absolutely stuffed to capacity with her massive boobs to the point where they must be permanently stretching the fabric. Seriously, if I wanted to cover one with my hands, I’d need four arms, and even then I’m not sure if that’d be enough. Her legs are wrapped in white leg warmers that go all the way up her dress and she’s sporting high heeled boots that match her dress in colour.
“But why though?” I ask when I snap out of ogling her. “Why would he cheat on you, I mean.”
She shrugs her shoulders, looking down and kicking a pebble by her foot. “I don’t know. Maybe he wasn’t attracted to me anymore, and the other mare was skinnier than me. I really don’t know. I guess these things just happen.”
“Pffff, if that was the reason, then what the hell is wrong with him?” I say, grabbing her attention as she’s now looking at me again. “I mean, you look fantastic! If I were your boyfriend, I sure as hell wouldn’t leave you because I think you’re not attractive. I’d consider myself the luckiest bastard in Equestria!”
Oh man, am I already there? Am I flirting with her right now? Either way, it seems to be having some effect, because she’s smiling at me and ever so slightly blushing. “You really think so?” she asks.
“Oh yeah, absolutely! Look, you’re right, those kinds of things just happen. I was dumped by my girlfriend two weeks ago, and all this time I’ve been wondering what I did wrong, or what I could have done better to prevent it. But just because you get the cold shoulder doesn’t mean it’s always your fault, you know? What that guy did was shitty, but sometimes people just don’t work out together, and you shouldn’t put yourself down because of that. That’s what a friend of mine told me.”
Those words I just said were a nutshell version of the ones Cloud said to me when she found out about my break-up, and now I ended up using them on someone else. Vanilla smiles back at me with her shiny, yellow gold eyes and nods. “I’m sorry about your girlfriend… But, if you think that I’m attractive, does that mean you liked what you saw yesterday?”
Vanilla, you have no idea. I’m actually kind of surprised that she’s bringing this up again. I was under the impression that it was something she wanted to forget, but then again, maybe this is something she needs to hear right now. Luckily, I’m not exactly too shy to give her my thoughts on it.
“You kidding me? With you wearing that bathrobe and all? Of course I did! I’ve been thinking about it ever since. You were hot! No, you are hot!”
Bringing her hand up to her bulging chest, she giggles with a smile. “Thank you, Starshot. That’s really nice to hear.”
Don’t think I didn’t see that, Vanilla. Your eyes just leered down to my crotch for just half a second, but I caught it. The way she’s looking at me, I swear I can almost hear her floodgates opening up. My urge to throw more fuel on the fire is just too great. “I kinda would’ve liked to see a little bit more though,” I say.
“Oh?” she responds and scoots closer to me. “Did you want to see me naked?”
Oh, sweet, merciful Celestia, YES! I can’t believe she’s actually flirting back! I decide to ask her something that I was genuinely wondering about. “Were you actually naked underneath that robe?” My heart begins to throb when she puts her hand on my thigh and starts to slowly rub it.
“Completely.”
Oh my! Tension is building and so is the length of my rod, and I’m sure she notices that I’m pitching one hell of a tent. I keep a look out for other ponies in the vicinity, and she does the same, because her pinky finger is now brushing against my erection bulging through my jeans. The coast is relatively clear, but we wouldn’t want to get arrested for indecency in public. I can’t say I want her to stop though. “That’s awesome,” I say as casually as I can. “I wish I could have seen it, that would’ve really made my day.”
“Mhmm,” she hums, then turns to her side and puts her left leg over mine while leaning against me closely. On the surface, we must look like a couple snuggling on the bench in the park, but in reality, her hand is now dead center on my crotch and feeling me up thoroughly. “Did you fantasize about me?” she whispers.
“I did,” I admit openly.
“While masturbating?” I nod affirmatively. She smiles at me, her yellow eyes half open and seductive. It’s obvious I’ve unlocked her naughty side, but I’m still taken by surprise when she unzips my pants and reaches inside. She grabs my hardened dick through my boxers and begins to stroke. “What did you think about?” she inquires further.
Even though we’re still in public, I begin to lose myself in the moment. I talk without thinking and spill the beans. “You giving me the best head I’ve ever had in my life, and me fucking you from behind on the couch until I cum inside you.”
Right now we’re panting into each other’s faces and she licks my cheek before digging past my boxers and clenching her fingers around my shaft directly. Things get even steamier when she begins to grind against me with her hips, her pussy no doubt flooding with her juices at this point, and the thought of it makes my cock twitch in her hand. Her thumb massages my glans with the precum that’s oozing from it. “That is so hot…,” she says into my ear. “I would have let you fuck my pussy so hard, and I would’ve let you shoot your hot cum all over my tits.”
Holy crap, this girl is quite the dirty talker, and that is perfectly alright with me, because she’s making me hard as diamond again. “Really? Wow,” I chuckle, my heart going haywire and my breathing almost as heavy as her gigantic breasts resting on my torso. “What a missed opportunity for me, huh?” Vanilla bites the inside of her lip and does something I never expected her to do out here. Instead of just continuing to secretly jerk me off in my pants, she takes the whole thing out and runs her hand over it with full strokes. My pole stands tall in the chilly breeze, but I hardly feel the cold. Everything in my body just feels so hot. I look around frantically, making sure nobody can see us. Luckily there don’t seem to be many people around.
“Wow, Vanilla! That’s…” But she’s already balling up closer and pushing her knee against the underside of my nuts. “That’s super dangerous…” She doesn’t respond to it though, she seems entirely fixated on my rock hard, 9 inch, dark teal headed cock as she keeps stroking it. Well, okay, almost 9 inches, but that’s not too shabby I’d say, and Vanilla seems to like it a lot, because she’s looking at it with some serious hearts in her eyes. This whole scenario feels like a fantasy, but I realise that it’s all too real. “Oh wow, oh man…” I utter under my breath.
At the very least, Vanilla coils her wing around us to shield this lewd public act from any potential prying eyes, especially as she’s now tugging at my penis with a firm grip like she wants to extract my creamy center as soon as possible. Her palm massages the top of my head and smears the pre all over my length. We’re looking into each other’s eyes, though I have a hard time keeping my gaze away from her big, soft knockers as they push against me. How awesome it must feel to shove my dick between those puppies.
“Are you going to jizz for me?” she pants into my ear before nibbling on it and giving my cheek another lick. “Just like you jizzed when you jerked your big cock to me before?” I turn my head to face her, and she is so close I can almost taste her.
“You’ll have to make me,” I say, and before I know it, we are kissing. I can feel and taste her warm breath as her wet tongue slips into my mouth and frolics around with mine. I reach my hand up to her chest and squeeze her left boob, feeling just how tightly her dress is wrapped around it. I feel like if I mess around with it too much, it may just burst out of it, and isn’t that a pleasant thought. She doesn’t give an ounce of protest, in fact, her hand lets go of my dick for a few moments to push mine deeper into her soft, pillowy bosom and she moans into my mouth. I fondle her tit for a good minute until she halts the kiss and gently pulls away.
“I’m gonna suck your cock,” she says softly, “and I want you to shoot your big load in my mouth.”
Vanilla’s head lowers down to my lap and she takes the engorged head of my dick into her dirty little maw, sucking up the pre and running her tongue along in circles. How’s that for a first date? I keep a watchful eye for any passers-by, though I can’t contain my heavy breathing when her lips clench around my shaft and she takes it deeper and deeper. She’s good, incredible even! Her tender, slippery tongue does its work wonderfully, pleasing all my most sensitive areas and she applies enough suction for my body to randomly spasm. And the sounds that are coming from her, those muffled sloshing sounds as her tongue sets the liquids in motion and her throat sucks them back and forth, they are enough to drive me absolutely crazy! Her hand is gripping the base, before she reaches into my zipper and cups my balls.
“Oh, Vanilla. You are such a good little cocksucker.” I say, and just as I expected, hearing this makes her go down on me even harder, squeezing my balls just a little tighter and taking my prick deeper into her mouth. “Do you like eating dick in the park, huh? You dirty mare!” She hums in affirmation against my hard-on, and in such a naughty tone that pushes me to keep going. I think I just found a new fetish!
“You’re gonna suck all the sperm right out of my cock and drink it all, aren’t you? Or maybe I should strip you butt naked and cum all over you for everyone to see while you play with your own pussy!” She looks up at me, her face a deep red and pure ecstasy radiating from her eyes as she takes my throbbing cock out of her mouth and runs her tongue along it. Her panting is so very heavy and her expression drunk with lust. I notice that she’s grinding against me more intensely now, too.
“M-more…” she moans softly, before shoving it down her face again and proceeding with her oral assault.
“I’m gonna force you down on this bench, spread your legs and pound your tight, wet pussy so hard you won’t even remember your own name! Then I’m gonna shove my cock between your huge, plump titties until I shoot you in the face with my seed!”
I’m seriously starting to get light headed from arousal, and her agony seems to be reaching its peak too, because her other hand wants to reach between her legs. If we weren’t in public, we’d both be naked and fucking like rabbits at this point, but on the other hand, this is by far the most exciting, dirtiest thing I’ve ever done, beating that quicky in the car with my ex by a long shot. Then I can feel it, that rush of an incoming climax. My heart begins to race and I can feel that liquid pumping through my groin.
I put my hand on her head and grab her blonde hair without pulling. “Vanilla, are you ready? You’re about to make me cum so hard!” I whisper to her, and she looks up at me and hums again, the corners of her mouth curving up. Her head bobs up and down faster and faster, and she pushes her fingers against my grundle hard! Crazy how she just knows exactly what to do.
My head cocks back and that first jet of spunk fires into her mouth, followed quickly by another. The pressure she’s applying below my jewels makes me shoot that much harder. I try my best not to cry out too loud while my sperm pours into her mouth until her flushed cheeks begin to bulge.
Even while I’m nutting, she continues to suck, making my whole body spasm out of control. My white sperm spills from the sides of her mouth and oozes down my shaft while she moans with glee. Then, I can hear her swallow while the last drops are being sucked out of my dickhole. The thick pegasus takes me out of her mouth and slurps up the stragglers from the sides, drinking every last bit of my splooge, and she proceeds to lick my cock clean. She looks up at me, licking her lips and applying a couple more strokes to my now very sensitive prick. We stare into each other’s eyes while I’m still catching my breath. She smiles, and tucks my dick away and zips up my pants. Her wing folds behind her and she climbs up on my lap.
I can’t believe we just did that and didn’t get caught, at least, I don’t think anyone saw. I chuckle at her, and she giggles back at me. “Wow,” I say, “you sure are dirty.”
“I am,” she replies, “I’ve always kind of been. I loved it when you talked dirty to me. That gets me so wet~” Yeah, no amount of clothing could hide the heat and dampness I’m feeling, emanating from between her legs. If I were to gauge how wet she is, I’d say she’s on waterfall level right now. Boldly, I sneak my hand up her wool dress to cop a feel and she lets me, even spreading her legs a little wider. What I feel is absolutely staggering.
I touch her panties with my fingertips and her legs immediately twitch. I can hear that squishy noise at the slightest touch, and feel the warm, viscous juice oozing onto my fingers. She is so dripping wet, it honestly feels like she just had an accident. The way her whole body shocks when I rub my fingers over her soaked underwear, and she stifles her moans makes me think she hasn’t had an orgasm in weeks! I look at where she was sitting before and I can see a wet puddle on the bench. That gets me to thinking, she was so ready to go yesterday, did she even take care of herself in the meantime?
I’m getting horny as fuck again even though I just came, and the way she looks at me, so desperate, makes me feel like there’s no way I can just leave her like this. She needs it so badly, and I’m the prime candidate at this point. Fuck yeah!
“So hey! Ehm, I was just thinking! Since I’ve gotten to know you better now, and I don’t have any pizzas to deliver… Well… Is your offer still valid?” I smile at her, and they way she looks at me with those immensely horny, cock hungry eyes says more than enough. I look off to the side a bit. “Though, can I make one tiny request, if you don’t mind?”
Well, it’s not raining, and I’m not wearing my work uniform, but I think this situation is accurate enough all things considered. Vanilla did keep the empty pizza box from yesterday, so hey, that’s a plus. I’m standing at her front door with the box in my hand and I push the doorbell. A little bit of roleplay is always fun, especially since we both know the outcome by now.
After a few seconds, the door opens, and that same, familiar sight greets me. There stands Vanilla, wearing that same red, fluffy bathrobe and nothing else, holding it shut with one hand, smiling at me seductively.
“Good day miss,” I smile at her and hand over the box. “The pizza you ordered.”
Her smile never ending, she takes the box from me with her free hand. “Thank you, mister…” she pretends to read the name tag that isn’t there, “Starshot.” She places the box on the table near the door, then moves her robe just a little to give me a better view of her amazing rack. “But I must confess, Mister Starshot, the pizza is not the reason why I called you. I want something else.”
Whoa, hey, she’s improvising off script! Guess I’ll just play along then. I look off to the side and try to play dumb. “Oh? Well, what is it that you want, then?”
“I want you,” she grabs her robe with both hands and quickly slips out of it, letting it hit the floor behind her, “inside me, right now!”
This next part I don’t act. My eyes bulge out of my sockets and almost tumble to the floor like marbles. She is standing totally naked in front of me, and her soft, peach coloured body is every bit as thick and curvaceous as I imagined. The shape and plumpness of her tits don’t disappoint either now that I’m seeing them in their full, free glory. They hang over her soft, perfectly chubby belly, but still point forward with round, excited, puffy nipples and well proportioned pink areolas. Her juices coat the insides of her big, creamy thighs and she is literally dripping all over the floor as she starts to rub her fingers between her plump outer labia. Every single inch of her body looks so delightfully squeezable and fuckable. I come to the realisation that, if she had shown me this the other day, I don’t know if my self control would have held.
The fact that she is completely nude and touching herself while she’s still standing at her front door does not escape me, and the prospect makes my cock so hard so quickly it damn near pops the button off my jeans. Still, I scramble to stay in character. “Oh, oh my! Miss! That is just obscene, not to mention it’s not part of my job description to- Whoa!” I’m interrupted as she grabs me by the collar with a giggle and pulls me in through the front door.
It takes less than 10 seconds for her to be leaning against the wall while I’m holding up her leg under her knee as I’m pushing my throbbing, veiny manhood deep inside the mewling, pouring fucktube between her thighs. She is so sopping wet and contracting like crazy, her tight gash sucks me in like a vacuum cleaner. She looks at me with begging eyes, her arms around my neck as I drill her against the wall right there in the entrance hallway. Her massive boobs bounce and shake like jelly with every thrust I deliver inside her.
“Oh yes, fuck me, Mister Starshot! Fuck me hard like the slut I am and put a foal in me! Cum inside my womb over and over and make me pregnant!”
No denying, her lewd words get to me like they did before, and now she’s crying them out loud with such passion it makes me screw her harder and more ferociously by the second. Her squeals and howls build up quickly, going higher and higher and her nails dig into my back. Less than two minutes since we started fucking, and she already cums with a high pitched scream. I can feel a pressure inside of her squeezing tube, something like a hot liquid pushing against my cock as it’s obstructing its way out. I pull out of her, and she ejaculates a huge glob of this thick, milky substance that is sent flying from her vaginal hole with serious force and splatters all over the floor. More of it is forced out, and it dribbles out of her in great volumes. I’ve never seen a mare cum this much, and my cock is coated with a thick layer of her lady jizz. As amazing as it is, I don’t dwell on it too much and I stuff her quivering, drooling sex hole with my horse sausage again right after.
“That was so fucking hot!” I say to her while I continue to rut her. “You needed that, didn’t you?”
“Yes! I’ve been so horny for so long!” Vanilla whimpers as she arches her back, pushing her tits upwards and pushing her lower body against me. “Please, don’t stop fucking me! I need your cock! Fuck me until I go crazy, or until I pass out! Use me as your cocksleeve, spank me, call me a slut, cum inside me, cum on my tits, cum on my ass, cum on my face, cum in my mouth, or in my hair, I don’t care as long as you keep fucking me and give me your cum!
Hot fucking damn! Seriously, Vanilla Swirl’s ex-boyfriend, if you’re reading this, what the hell were you thinking? Your loss, buddy!
Now in the living room, I’m sitting on the couch while she is kneeling before me between my legs. Her pussy oozes with cum that I couldn’t contain right after her delirious little rant earlier, and her gargantuan udders are wrapped around my shaft. She’s squeezing her big, soft pillows together tightly, smothering my still fully erect muscle, while bouncing them up and down, up and down, over and over with increasing intensity. Her titties are so huge that, especially when they’re pressed together like this, my cock gets completely lost in them. That also means I’m feeling all of her softness all the time as she tittyfucks me, and that feels damn amazing.
“Have you ever fucked tits this big?” she asks, her fervorous eyes locked with mine.
“Babe,” I chuckle, “I’ve never seen tits this big.” I’m not exactly lying. She outclasses my ex by a long shot, and she has a rack that would make a lot of plus-sized porn actresses green with envy.
“Do you like big tits, Starshot?” She presses her wrists against the sides of her breasts, squeezing even tighter.
“Oh, yeah,” I say, then wince at the sensation, breathing sharply through my teeth. “I think I’m in love with yours, though calling them just big is a bit of an understatement. How big are they?”
Vanilla eases up on the squeezing a bit and my head just barely pokes out. She buries her face in her own cleavage to suck on it for a couple of seconds. “32M, all natural and homegrown,” she says.
“Fuck… With tits that huge, you should be a porn star.”
“Would you like that?” the buxom pegasus moans with flirtatious eyes. “Do you wanna watch me get fucked by other stallions with huge cocks?”
“I’d jack off to you every day.” I reach out and cop a feel of her supple mammaries myself, playing with her nipples that are hard with excitement.
“Wouldn’t you rather fuck me every day?” I grin, and pinch her nubs a little harder, making her give a moan in surprise while she continues to wank me with her sweater puppies. “Cum between my titties, baby! Just like you wanted to. I wanna see how hard I make you jizz!”
Even though this is my third time today, the fountain of cum that erupts from my dick is still impressively huge. I can read the joy on her face as the warm semen spurts out between her tits and lands on top of them, and the following bursts hit her in the face as she tries to catch them in her mouth. As soon as I’m done, and she’s covered in strings of slimy, white goo, she gets up and climbs into my lap, inserting my dong inside her vagina. No time to recuperate when dealing with this mare. She rides me like a maniac, and I grind against her and suck on her fat jugs until she reaches another loud, wild and very wet orgasm.
I have no idea how long we’ve been doing it, but it may be close to 3 hours now, with a couple of short breaks in between. We must have taken each other on nearly every surface of her home, riling eachother up with dirty talk along the way. Just to name a few, we did doggy style on the carpet and she gave me a handjob until I splattered her while she sat in a chair. I even pounded her in the bathroom when she decided to clean herself up a bit and boned her on the kitchen table on her back, with her legs spread wide and tucked in as I pistoned in and out of her tight, slippery pussyhole until I pulled out and released my seed all over her.
If you’re wondering how many orgasms I had, I don’t know. Maybe seven or eight? But that pales in comparison to how many times Vanilla came, which might be close to thirty. It wouldn’t surprise me if her whole house smelled of cum and pussyjuice for the next two weeks.
Vanilla and I are catching our breath on the couch, both totally naked and sweaty. She is laying on her back with a wide open, well fucked pussy, my sperm trickling out slowly. I’m laying back, propping myself up with my elbows. It seems the storm has died down, for now. Both of us could really use a shower, because we’re not just sweaty as hell, but also coated with one another’s lewd secretions.
“Well, we fucked all around the house except for your bedroom,” I sigh. “That was an adventure. I’m pooped!”
“Yeah,” she pants, looking at me from over her heaving bosom. “We had a good time. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to get this dirty, and get off this many times.”
“You don’t have to tell me, I’ve never gotten this crazy in my life,” I laugh. “My ex girlfriend was a lot more vanilla than you. Now that I think about it, your name is kind of ironic, you know.”
“Haha, yeah, I’ve heard that one before.” She sits up straight and leans against the armrest of the couch. “So, ehm, Starshot… I had a great time with you today, and I hope you did too, but I should tell you…”
“Yeah?” I say, tilting my head slightly in curiosity.
“I didn’t mean to lead you on, so if I did, I’m sorry, but I just… I don’t think I’m ready to have a new relationship, not just yet.”
I sit up straight and look at the somewhat apologetic look in her eyes. I smile. “You know? That’s exactly what I was thinking too! I don’t think I’m ready either.” I see the relief on her face and she smiles at me. “But hey, if ever you wanna hang out, or go do something together, let me know! I’ll give you my number and I’ll add you on The Galloper. We’ll just be friends for now and see what happens, kay?”
“Okay,” she nods, looking very happy with my answer. “Maybe I’ll… order another pizza one of these days?”
I laugh. “Well, I’m afraid I still won’t be able to fuck you during my work hours. If I wanna hang on to my job that is.” My eyes suddenly go wide as she extends her leg toward me and runs her big toe over my now flaccid penis.
“Not even if I show up at the door naked?” she purrs, biting her lip teasingly.
“Hehe, I’m afraid not…” I say, and to my absolute amazement, I’m starting to get hard again. Even after all that, she still manages to make my cock jolt back to life. She sees this and her other foot joins in, clenching my chub between her soles and caressing the tip with her toes.
“Maybe I could jerk you off over the pizza and cover it with your delicious topping.”
“...Okay, one more round before I go!”
