The Loving (and Naughty) Couple
Stripping Down and Having Fun
B_25 & Rubyfire
The melody blew through the gala like a breeze, the wind replaced the soft and smooth plucks of a harp, joined, in its rising pitch the shifting soars of a violin followed then by the lax playing of a saxophone. The song was slow, slightly odd, the course of a classic risen and mixed with bits of modern music.
The Gala got better with each year.
“Aw man.” Stone sat one of the many white-clothed tables, falling forward at once, his head slamming into the wood beneath the cloth. The clatter of glasses creaked in his ears, and his face at once tried to become one with the fabric. “Why does the gala always have to be so boring? It's the same stuff every year!”
The Gala got better, each year—to everyone but Stone.
A soft hand guided over the back of his head, fingers brushing through his silky caramel-coated hair. He sighed at the touch, melting into the softness of a palm. Had they not been in public, he might have 'meowed' like a cat.
“Because you know how much the Gala means to me,” Rose said from somewhere above his head, a teasing tone to her words, though set off by the caring touch of her hand. She rubbed his head a bit more—more than she had too. “Seeing everyone here, together, dancing and talking. It's not every day where everyone is so happy with each other... so glad to see each other.”
Stone rolled his head upon the table, his violet and grey eyes opening to the world. They each went to the right, gazing at the love of his life, a creamy coated girl with brilliant blue hair and shining green eyes. Gentle and determined. Fierce and caring. Everything great contained in so little.
“I know.” Stone rolled his head right, allowing the hand to go over more of it. “Though I'd rather be back in our rooms playing or something. Seeing everyone is nice. But watching them too long is—“ a yawn interrupted his words “—making me sleepy.”
Stone felt terrible for forcing her to deal with him when he was like this. But how could he be blamed? Watching others dance and drink punch and talk in the corner was neat for only so long. After that, walking around the castle was beautiful, and lingering the castle gardens to talk under the moonlight always made the night worthwhile...
...but the gardens had been closed off this year due to some incident.
But when he gazed up at Rose, she was looking at him in a thoughtful way. Studying him, gazing at him, something naughty inflecting the innocent state of her face. With a gentle laugh and a pink hue rising across her cheeks, she spoke: “You want something that's going to entertain you, huh?”
Stone slumped. “Big time! Though I doubt we're going to find anything like that here.”
Rose rolled her eyes in response. Looking away to down the red carpet, her eyes settled on the pathway to the gardens. Stone looked as well, his eyebrows rising at the lack of guards there. Where the hell were they? Flicking his gaze around the ballroom, his eyes soon set down on the two pegasi in golden armour—filling more than a few cups from the mixed bowl of punch.
“It would appear you're wrong in that statement, Stone.” She grinned while taking his hand, whisking me off the table. “C'mon! We don't have much time.” She pulled harder on his arm, pulling, nearly dragging him through the crowd of walking and dancing attendants. “Try to not let them see you. We can't risk getting caught!”
Stone blinked while stumbling in her direction, his mind still in a haze, his body barely reacting to her pulls on his body. They weaved in and out of the crowd, growing closer to the door. He let her lead the way.
Which also allowed him a prime view of her backside. Her tight ass filled out the back of her pink dress, enough suppleness to define itself against the fabric. While Stone always loved Rose for her sweet personality and gentle face, the tightness of her butt accentuated the deal.
It wasn't long until the two of them arrived at the blocked off door to the gardens, a series of yellow tape coverings and blocking the entrance. Rose didn't waste any time in ducking down, still holding his hand, crouching through the door and into the outside world.
The breeze of midnight caressed their faces, the freshness of trees and grass welling within their lungs. Rose had finally let go of his hand, but by now, the two were stuck in a trance with the moon above, walking, together, deeper into the gardens—far out of sight from the windows of the Gala they had left behind.
It didn't take them long, walking over the stone bridge laid over the tiny stream of coursing water, to reach their special place underneath the tallest tree of the garden. It was here, underneath its thickest branch with the dense foliage acting as cover that the duo could escape from the castle and the Gala and even the world.
“Now that's a lot better.” Stone walked into the patch with his arms over the back of his head, closing his eyes at the second gush of midnight breeze. Peace. Calmness. Both shared with the girl he loved at his side. “It was getting a bit stuffy back there.”
He came to the base of the tree, twirling before it, then leaning his back against it. “But there's not exactly a lot to do out here either. Not with most of the gardens closed off. I guess you wanted to come here to just chill?”
Rose stood a few feet away from him, smiling, and shaking her head. “That sounds nice—but that's not what I brought you out here for!”
Stone scrunched up his face. “What do you mean by that?”
“Well.” Rose took a step forward. Her cheeks burned pink, and her eyes glowed green. “There's a lot of things you and I, y'know, we can do together.” She coughed into her raised hand, averting her eyes to the right. “Like your favourite thing.”
“Games?”
She glared back at him, cheeks puffed, lips done in a pout. “Your other favourite thing!”
Stone took a few moments to think about what she meant... for what could be better than playing—ooooh, she meant a blowjob. When his breath came muffled, hers came smoothly in understanding. Rose licked her lips. “Stand tall, big boy. I'll do all the work.”
Stone froze in place, nodding, feeling a sudden tightness in his dress pants. The word sent tingles to his cock, raising it slowly. An ache throbbed, the member pressing against the black fabric—the tightness growing unbearable with every second that ticked by and every inch Stone grew bigger.
Rose walked up to him and, flicking a finger on his chest, dropped to her knees at once. The grass must have been soft on her knees, and the rest of her body, dress as well, collapsed into place. Laughter, even the tiniest stream, seemed to be unable to stop coursing from her lips.
“It looks like your big friend is already excited to see me.” Rose's face hovered an inch before the bugle in his pants. Her hand raised to it, tracing its length, girth, and throbbing delight with the slenderness of her fingers. “But something tells me just undoing your zipper isn't going to be enough. Well, let's see first, shall we?”
Stone's teeth came bearing into his bottom lip as the zipping of her zipper rang through the air. His massive cock flopped into the open, free from being repressed, netting a relieved breath from his lungs. The chilly night felt terrific against his heated member, a tiny little generator of warmth that had been baking inside of his pants.
“Well well well! You must really love me to get so hard so quickly! My, is all that bigness for me?” Rose leaned forward to the head of his penis, which twitched under her little exhales. Licking her lips, she then pressed them against his head, kissing his tip like she would his mouth—the same love, just differently applied. “Mmmhm! So warm!”
While Rose made out with his tip, without being overt about it, her hand slipped through his zipper—through the tight space available—and cupping his balls still within the pants. Heavy. Clean. Round. How they collected smoothly into her palm, begging to be rolled around, a pleasant weight she'd more than once worn over her eyes.
Her other hand zipped down his zipper all the way, allowing his balls to escape into the open air. While should she drive into the main meal, right away, when she could have her dessert first to accurate the taste? With his balls free, her mouth opened while she lunged for them, taking one into her mouth, suckling on the smooth skin pulled taut by the orbs within, licking, when she could, all around his size.
Fuck. He was big everywhere.
“Nnnngh! I-I always forgot how good you are at this!” Stone arched his back by the sheer pleasure rocking his spine, causing his hips to throw forward to acquire more of the orgasmic euphoria, lightly smacking his crotch into her face, the head of his cock pressing into her cheek. “But why do you always have to tease me?”
Rose rolled her eyes. Spitting out his ball from her mouth, she smiled, bringing her lips to his cock. “Because it makes everything that happens feel even better. You have to earn that kind of pleasure. If I just give it to you, then it won't feel as good.”
“Are you sure you're not torturing me on purpose?”
“...maaaaaybe I get off to it a little bit.”
Before Stone could hope to call her out on that little comment, the love of his life shoved her mouth over his staggering cock, feeling her lips pressed out by his sheer girth sliding onto her tongue, causing her mouth to expand outward to compensate for all of his fat cock.
Stone shivered at once. The coolness of the air changed into the moist, warm atmosphere of Rose's maw. She was looking up at him. Her green eyes shining in the dimness of the garden, with her mouth full of his dick, and her gaze set only on him. Then, with a muffled giggle, she bobbed forth and then back, lathering his length with her spittle, causing each slide in and out, over and across, to be quicker and harder with each pass.
Stone threw his head back with a low moan growling out of his mouth, his eyes set down on the girl working hard on his cock, stuffing all of his length and size into her mouth and, when she ran out of space, took his head into and against the velvet-like walls of her throat.
With every slide in, the walls of her throat rubbed across and against his size, clamping down once he was all the way in. His balls slapped softly against his chin, a sound and rhythm both of them moaned in response too. They were drunk on each other, and their only desire, through half-lidded eyes was to drink more of the other.
“I'm s-sorry Rose... b-b-but I'm can't hold myself back!” Stone let his hand rest on the back of her head, feeling the silkiness of her blue hair act like a cushion. Curling his fingers, his hand gripped her head gently, lightly pushing her head onto his cock when he drove in, then letting her sway back whenever he pulled out. “You're so good at sucking my dick! Oh, I don't know how you do it, but I feel like I'm going to blow at any moment!”
Rose only took that as a compliment. Both of them could sense his load was going to blow soon. From how his balls churned with welling come, to how the throbs of his cock followed more quickly after the other, slapping into the top of her mouth and stuffing a bit deeper into her throat.
Her hand tugged his pants all the way down to his feet, leaving them there with his legs now exposed, allowing his balls to hang freely in the air. Once she was done with that, and with her head being used by Stone's hand to meet his need, Rose allowed herself a moment to enjoy herself to the extreme.
Rose sent one hand to the balls she had so admired before, letting their pleasant wait collect into her palm. The feeling, the sensation of subtle warmth render her pussy hot and in need to be touched. Which was why, with a drunk and muffled laugh, her other hand reached down and underneath her dress, hiking it slightly, tracing her womanhood through the fabric of her panties—before slipping a hand through them, letting her digits discover and play over her slit.
Then, the whole of his cock twitched in her mouth then ceased moving at all—followed by a crying of her name. Rose smiled as she fell back, out from his hand and away from his cock, dipping beneath it. Tilting her head back, opening her mouth wide, closing her eyes tight, Rose prepared herself for the sudden rainfall of creamy white delight.
Stone couldn't repress his groans and moans while his cock pumped spray after torrent of cum over the face and chest and dress of the girl kneeling before his legs. Taking the hand that had been at the back of her head, he sent it down to his dick, pumping in tandem to his bursts, milking a little extra in seed and in pleasure from each pump of his dick. Leaning forward, the pumps of his hand became more desperate as less and less jizz shot from his dick—it slowing into a slow trick oozing out.
Stone let go of her. Rose swayed back in response, with her mouth closed and mouth wide open, tongue dolled out. The pumps of his cock latethered her tongue in creamy, white seed. Once she had collected all of his cum, her lips then closes, swishing it in her mouth before tilting back her head—swallowing.
“Ooooh! Rose... Rose!” Stone blinked as he came back too. Panic consumed his senses, mixing with the fall of pleasure that lingered in his system. Rose kept keeled on the ground, most of her body coated in his cream—eyes still closed. “Are you okay? I didn't mean to finish like that! You were doing such a good job and—“
There came a moan from her lips, girlish and feminine, that silenced his words. Stone's eyes studied her body for a few seconds longer. There was something different about her body... but what? Her frame seems to be gyrating in place, shivering in the air, lightly thrusting, somewhat humping something.
But when his eyes lowered down to her crotch, where her pink dress was slightly raised from the ground, the dim entrance granting him a peek at what lay underneath. Her light-blue panties bulged with the definition of the back of her hand—her middle two fingers pumping in and out of her pussy.
“You gave me quite the shower, didn't you, Stone?” Rose's eyes opened in a blue flash of light, dimming seconds later. They turned to cast on him, with the lips below smiling, and the legs below that rising. “I saw and felt you get to enjoy yourself. You even finished! But you've got me all hot, so bothered, but you're going to leave me to please myself?”
Stone shook his head. “No way! You know I'd never leave you hanging.”
Rose moaned. “Aren't you a good boy! But I hope your actions match your words.”
Rose stood on her feet and started to stumble around, her feet weak, and the deep itch in her pussy intense, begging to be scratched, beat, pressed and filled out against. Her pussy hungered for him, drooling a trickle of femcum into the cotton of her underwear. Rose needed all of his length, size and speed inside of her.
And she needed him now.
Rose came to the base of the tree where they had once carved their names, laying her back against the wood, feeling her other hand across its surface. Her fingers found the indentation of their carving, using that sensation to hold her pumping fingers back long enough for her love to do the job properly.
“Well? What are you waiting for lover?” Rose gazed over at him while she laid her body against the tree, using her hand to raise the front of the dress, hiking it to over her belly to expose the tight panties hidden beneath it. “My crotch has been uncared for while I paid so much love to yours. Don't you want to see what I have underneath my undies? It's your favourite kind of treat!”
Rose was blushing madly above. It wasn't usually like her to be this determined when it came to the two of them getting frisky. More than once, her voice had cracked and nearly broken. She was more girly and easily flushed and embarrassed than doing outright sexy and teasing things. But the otherworldly feeling of the night had allowed her to act a little different; to try for a new kind of enjoyment.
Which was why when her hand came out from her panties, she then brought it down to her sides, tugging the martial down wide hips. The panties were tight, so she pulled harder and moaned louder, but the slow reveal more than worked in raising Stone's dick into the air for another round—one meant for them both.
By the time her panties were down between the lower part of her thick thighs, Rose knew she didn't have to do anymore teasing. Her shaven crotch with the rolling mouths of her cream coated pussy had drawn the full gaze of her lover, the heated pink lips of her slit, parting slightly by the second, bringing the shuffling of his feet closer.
The fresh air lowered the heat radiating from her pussy, but even then, it undulated against the hollow feeling. Rose squeaked in need, a need to be filled and fucked, to have a massive cock rammed into her tight tunnel, both of them flicking up into the air and against the bark of the tree.
Stone met her demands. But he did so in a gentle way. Once their bodies were pressing again, he smiled down at her with that goofy smile of his, leaning down, claimed her lips in a gentle kiss. While their lips meshed and smacked together, their tongues roused from inside their mouths, flicking around in search of the other.
Below, the head of his cock caught between her folds, the tight little hole of her pussy opening at the sense of his thickness at her entrance. Slowly, and using their kiss to ease her into, Stone pushed his dick inside her cunt, the walls within being pushed through, pressed out, all to compensate for his size.
Rose broke out of the kiss by throwing her head back, moaning at the feeling of having her pussy being full by his enormous cock. That itch, a burning inch became pressed and expanded against the underside of his dick—making her leg twitch in utter pleasure searching for any means to be expressed.
“Am I doing a good job?”
Rose growled. “Just keep doing your job!”
Stone laughed, before leaning down to retake her lips, pulling himself out from her entrance. He left his head inside, feeling her walls clenched inward at the absence of his girth—only for him to slam all the way back into her needy cunt.
And they carried like this. The couple's kissing mouths had parted wide enough for their tongues to come shooting out in search of the other, the flicking of the wet muscles a pleasant kind of wrestling that each only craved more of.
They were always gentle. Sometimes the pair could get crazy, and the sex would become intense, but it was more love than sex. Feeling their bodies tightly pressed together, the hardness of his body, the softness of her skin, both of them pressed together, trying to explore more of the other. Sometimes, they hugged each other tightly, tighter than tight, like they were trying to become one—to feel every inch of the other.
And down below, his cock kept slamming in and out of her pussy, feeling her clamp down around his girth when he slid all the way in, then clenching when he tried to slip out—like she was trying to prevent him from leaving at all.
Within a few seconds, and the flicks of their hips matching the other, the familiar aching in Stone's cock rose, and the itching in Rose's pussy burned to an even higher intensity. She felt her walls clenching on their wall, already welling with juices for the orgasm that couldn't be held back any longer.
And then, with the crying of each other's name, the couple came.
