How I Rut Rarity . . .

How does one know when one has had the best blowjob ever? It is not a thing I can put into words. It is a subtle mix of tongue work, throat tightness,, soft sounds, saliva and, of course, most importantly, the girl or boy who is giving it.

For me, there were none better than Rarity. Twilight might have a scientifically tested and proven method. Pinkie might have enthusiasm, and an admittedly mind-blowing (Eh? Eh?!) technique. They all might be great at it, in one way or another, but the one thing they didn’t have that Rares had in spades was sultriness. When Rarity turned on those bedroom eyes, and pressed her lips coyly to the tip of my dick, it took every ounce of effort in my body to hold off from blowing my load all over her luscious face right then and there.

Now, how to make it better? Have a challenge with this lady love of yours that you will not orgasm, to *anything*, for a whole day before hand. The rules are simple: No orgasms. You can touch yourself, you can have somepony else touch you, you can even have sex, if you think you’ve the willpower for it, with anyone, but you cannot, under any circumstances, achieve release. You have to hold it in, hold it back, fucking blue ball yourself until you can barely see straight.

Then, you finally get to your mare’s house, and she’s standing there in a sultry pose. Her breasts exposed, perfect, perky and begging to be touched, squeezed, kissed and sucked. Her legs covered in thigh high stockings that leave her hooves open, and her arms covered in matching, above the elbow gloves.

That’s what I saw when I walked through the door and it immediately set my pulse to fucking pounding.

She walked over, her hips swaying back and forth, and placed a hand on my neck, leaning in and kissing me deeply, her tongue slipping into my mouth, dancing with mine. I ran my hand down her back and cupped and kneaded her sweet ass, before she broke the kiss with a soft sigh.

“Darling, if you keep that up, I’m going to have to pin you to the floor and rut you like a stallion.”

“Who says that’s not exactly what I want?”

“Well, you have been pent up, I’m sure, but I think you’ll like what I have in mind better than that.” She said with a wink, and I cocked my eyebrow.

“Better than fucking that sweet pony pussy?”

She swatted my cheek with her hand. “Ugh! So vulgar! You’re a bad boy, aren’t you?”

“Eeyup.”

“Mmf. Good! I like bad boys, darling, now sit on the couch.”

I did as she told me, sitting down and looking at her with my mouth gaping a bit as she started to sway her hips, her whole body following the motion in a fluid dance as her hands trailed up and down over her body. Fuck me, she was hot.

She put one hoof on the couch, right between my legs and I felt my abs tighten at the thought of having her sweet frogs on my shaft. But no, the sultry, loving cock-tease had no intent of doing that, and she drew her hoof away only a moment later, smiling at me from behind her purple curls.

I groaned as she turned and bent over, revealing everything for a moment with a flick of her tail. Her ponut looked delicious and her pussy winked at me, before her tail slipped back in, hiding it all from view.

She chuckled softly at my sound, and arched her back, looking over her shoulder at me.

“What’s the matter, darling? Does it really hurt that much?”

I ground my teeth and nodded jerkily, and she turned, looking at me with an exaggeratedly sad expression, to the point that she was nearly pouting.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, darling!” She said, stepping forward until she stood right in front of me, looming over my seated position from her impressive five feet, seven inches of height.

SHe bent over, placing her hands on my thighs, and licked her lips, her tongue slowly slipping wetly over them as she kept her sapphire eyes locked on my hazel orbs.

“Perhaps you should just relax, and let mommy kiss it all better, hm?”

“Ohhh, yes please!” I moaned, knowing now what she had meant.

With a smirk she slowly lowered herself down to her knees in front of me, and leans forward towards the bulge that is straining painfully against the front of my trousers. She blows a huff of air out of her nose, making a cute little snorting sound, and I feel it brush against my pants and groan softly.

The soft groan gets bit off into a sharp grunt when her tongue slides heavily over my pants. I look down at her, chest heaving as she stares up at me with those big, blue eyes. It’s almost enough to make me jizz in my pants right there and then.

But i held back. For all this playing, one thing still remained true. She had not said the game was over yet. And the rules were clear. I could touch myself, I could have anypony else touch me. I could even have sex with anypony, but I could not, under any circumstances, cum.

Anypony.

Including Rarity herself.

I was not allowed to cum until she told me I could.

Fuck, this was going to be intense.

* * * * *

My chest heaved as I watched her, my hands clenched against the back of the sofa while my mouth hung open at the sight of her curls, mussed now, but still so perfect to me, bobbing up and down as my cock appeared and disappeared in and out of her muzzle.

The occasional puffs of breath from her nostrils tickled over my pubes and I sighed, shifting slightly as I kept my eyes locked on her. It was my most favorite thing in the world to watch happening, better than any show or piece of art, the subtle tilt and movements of her head and neck as she sought the best angles for what she wanted to do, the bob and shift of her mane, those perfect purple curls begging to be stroked and touched. The occasional flash of those gorgeous blue eyes as she looked up at me from behind perfectly applied lashes.

I moaned softly as she looked up at me, drawing her head back slowly, slowly, until my dick popped out with a little sound. She planted the most chaste of kisses right on the tip, before slowly shifting down, letting her tongue lick and play over the length, before reaching my balls. She ran her tongue over my sack, and buried her nose against it, breathing in and out sharp and fast, bathing in the scent of them, before taking one into her mouth and suckling on it.

Her hands worked together, one stroking my shaft from base to just under the head, while the other squeezed and stroked the tip. I was getting close at this point, and I knew that she knew it. Could feel it pulsing through my shaft. Switching up positions, she pressed her lovely d-cups to either side of my dick and squeezed them, and leaned down, taking the tip of my meat into her mouth.

Her tongue began to flick and lick, all while she used her tits to stroke me off. I groaned, as she flicked her eyes up at me, a smirk in the back of them. She was driving me nuts.

She hadn’t given the word yet.

I knew what she wanted.

At this point, I didn’t care.

“Please . . . Please, mistress, please!”

She popped her mouth off of my dick, giving it another flick of her tongue and leered at me.

“Please what, toy?”

I groaned, gripping the back of the sofa tight. “Please, let me cum!”

She seemed to give it some thought, while she did idly moving her breasts up and down on my cock, making me hiss in a breath and fight not to blow it all right there.

Finally she looked at me and smiled, nodding. “You may cum.”

With a yell of release, I jerked on the sofa, groaning loudly, as my cock twitch and thick ropes of me seed started shooting out, splattering the underside of her jaw and chin, and running over the tops of her breasts in hot little rivulets.

It took me a while to come down from the orgasm, but when I did, I saw her licking a bit of my jizz off of her finger, before leaning in and putting her tongue to work cleaning my cock off. I moaned softly, laying my hands on her mane and gently stroking and petting it.

“Oh, Rares, I love you.”

She chuckled, rolling her eyes up to me and giving my semi-erect cock a little kiss again. “I know you do.” She said, giving my balls a squeeze, before climbing gracefully up on to the sofa beside me, and leaning over. I kissed her, not minding at all the taste of my own cum on her breath as our tongues played with each other.

After a few moments, we broke the kiss and she took my hand in hers. She guided it down, sliding it between her legs, and I felt the damp, hot slick of her pussy under my fingers, swollen and needy, and smiled at her.

As I slipped down to kneel between her legs, her hand tousling my hair, I heard her say it, those words I loved to here.

“I love you, too, darling.”