Anon could only blame the resulting situation on himself.
All the components were here: it was Friday, so Sunset expected him over for a drink, just as they’d been doing for a few years now. Anon never asked why his longtime friend had such a bitchin’ apartment considering she didn’t have a job, but it didn’t matter much to him. A comfortable place, a stress-free day, and alcohol. It sounded harmless enough, given Anon and Sunset were two adults. Of course, he wasn’t the only person to frequent Sunset’s place. Pinkie drank with them often, and she also had a way of… throwing reason out of an equation.
“Sunny… am I ugly?” The two looked over at Pinkie from their drinks, who sat in a slump opposite from them. Her face was already flushed red, probably due to the half-empty glass of scotch she held shakily in her off-hand. Her blue eyes looked dull and unfocused, rather than vibrant, as Pinkie was usually known to be. Sunset took a quick sip of her wine, then leaned forward.
“Why do you ask?” Sunset asked. Pinkie squeezed her eyes shut. Anon had seen her pout many times since he’d first met her, and it never ceased to be cute.
“Jamie dumped me,” she said, sounding more tired than dejected. “He said he prefers skinny girls more than fat ones.” Anon was never one for idle girl talk. He just so happened to be there when it occurred and was good at blocking it out. Though, this time, he thought he’d keep his ears open.
“Damn. I didn’t think he’d be a pussy.” Pinkie grinned at Sunset’s joke, and opened her eyes once again.“It’s alright, though. Some guys just don’t see your majesty.”
“Thanks, but… this is the third guy in a few months. Maybe there is something wrong with me...” From where he was sitting, he could see Pinkie in full view. She was laying on her side, her feet propped up by the arm of the couch. It was probably for style, but whenever he spared a glance at her legs, he found that her thighs seemed to be fit to burst out of her pants. Her top was much better, as it was loose-fitting, though that only seemed to cause him more problems. As she lay there, her shirt hiked a bit up her body, revealing her… majesty against the constraints of her clothes.
“Anon? You’ve been kind of quiet,” called Sunset. As she spoke, Anon masked his analysis of his drinking mate by gulping down his beer. “What do you think?”
“You’re fine, Pinks,” he assured her. Though he couldn’t help it sometimes, he understood that staring at her wouldn’t do her confidence any good. “Just ‘cause you’re thicker than a Snicker doesn’t mean you’re ugly.”
“Yeah, you guys are prolly right.” She sat up, which slid her shirt back into position. “I should feel bad for you, Sunny.” Sunset looked over, her confusion clear on her face. “You haven’t had a boyfriend in, like, years, right?” It quickly turned to a frown but brought an innocent grin to Pinkie’s face.
“R-Rude…” she mumbled, quietly sipping from her glass. “It’s been a couple of months, I guess. That’s not that weird, right?”
“It’s a little weird,” said Anon, cutting in on his own this time. Sunset turned her frown to him, but Anon played it off with a jovial smirk. “You gotta be more aggressive, Sunny. Use your size right, y’know?” She chuckled a bit, then crossed her legs.
“Whatever you say, Anon.” Sunset was a bit to his left, but no matter where she was, it was pretty hard to miss her. Her limbs were incredibly toned, with her muscles being visible if you looked hard enough. What was most captivating, though, were the tight stack of abs she had on full display courtesy of her crop top. “What about you, Anon? When’s the last time you had a girlfriend?”
“I’m in an eternal three-way,” he said, drinking the last of his beer before placing the empty mug back on the table. “Me, myself, and I go way back.”
“Don’t wanna tell, huh?” said Pinkie, a devious smirk appearing on her face. She pointed at Anon. “Let me guess… she was a thickie!” Pinkie grasped at her belly as she finished the sentence, nearly spilling the rest of her drink over herself.
“I don’t think so.” Sunset cut in before Anon had the chance to answer. She took a long sip from her glass before she continued. “Anon doesn’t look like a chubby chaser.” Sunset’s eyes flicked over to Pinkie for a moment. “No offense.”
“Well, I am offensed!” Pinkie threw her hands up, once again, nearly spilling her drink over herself. Her control was scarily good. “I don’t think Anon looks like he’s into buff girls either!”
“What do I look like I’m into?” mumbled Anon, getting up to refill his glass. “Just so we’re clear, the girl I was with last wasn’t big at all.” He turned his back, heading for the bar just behind him. He rested his mug down, then lifted one of the doors to get to the back. The two behind him were oddly quiet.
“Anon…” When she decided to break the silence, Pinkie’s voice was serious. Anon shrugged it off as him being a bit too drunk, but he reached for a bottle in the minifridge anyway. “This girl… was she thin?”
“Well, kinda, I guess.” He found her bottle opener, then plucked the top of the beer off. “It didn’t work out, though. So we went our—”
He hadn’t even heard their approach, yet on either side of him, one of the girls stood. Their hands were firmly planted on the bartop, and if Anon planned to leave, he’d have to go straight through one of them. He looked back and forth between the two of them, an eyebrow raised as he poured his drink.
“So you’re saying you like smaller girls, then?” Anon finished pouring his drink, then brought it up to his lips.
“Not particularly. I’m not one of those ‘flat is justice’ types, if that’s what you’re asking.” He took a sip of his new drink as he watched Pinkie and Sunset exchange glances.
“Well, which one do you like better?” said Sunset, her voice uncharacteristically rushed and frantic. The wine must have gotten to her. “Buff girls or chubby ones?” Anon shrugged.
“Guess I’m kinda on the fence.” Anon pulled up the stool underneath the bartop and took his new seat.
“That’s not a real answer!” yelled Pinkie, slumping down once again. She’d left her drink back by her seat, but the toll the scotch had taken on her was still clearly visible. She wobbled on her feet, and her face turned redder than before. “Isn’t it way better to have a muffin top than a six-pack!?”
“Six packs look cooler,” said Sunset confidently. “If I were a guy, I’d like a girl that could bench press me rather than one that’s kinda soft.”
“Remind me, Sunset, how long has it been since you’ve been with a guy?” Sunset looked like she’d been shot dead, her expression changing slowly to one of embarrassment. Anon simply watched on from his safe place behind Sunset’s bar table. Well, relatively safe.
“That’s not important!” She looked around to take a sip of her drink, but she’d left it over by her old seat. Pinkie left her side and circled the table until she was face to face with Sunset. Though, with Sunset’s height advantage over her, it was more like face to stomach. She stumbled even attempting to stand still, but reached up in her stupor to grasp at Sunset’s chest.“W-What are you—”
“It’s ambitious for you to try to fight me...” Pinkie backed up, grasping at the air. Sunset, crossed her arms over her chest in defense a bit too late. Her face had bloomed a fierce red. Pinkie, on the other hand, chuckled darkly. “With those pebbles on your chest.”
“My boobs aren’t small!” She frowned, then crossed her arms over her chest properly. “I’m… well-proportioned.” Anon took a sip from his cup, then placed it down on the bartop again, this time sighing heavily.
“Can’t you two just agree to disagree?” The two turned back to him, each with a uniquely fierce look on their face.
“Of course!” exclaimed Pinkie. “We can agree to disagree that buff girls are better than thick girls!”
“Alright then, how about this?” Sunset pointed to Anon. “Let’s have a contest. We both take turns trying to convince Anon, and whoever wins has to admit that the other is better.” Anon’s eyes went wide, wondering if he’d heard that right.
“What do you mean by convince—”
“Fine, I'll take you on! I’m gonna win anyway.” Anon watched silently, his confusion still painted clearly on his face, as Pinkie turned to him. Her smirk was devious. “I call first!”
Before Sunset could protest, Pinkie quickly circled the bar and pulled up the door. She guided him to the couch He was sitting on earlier.
His curiosity peaked when Pinkie’s hands grabbed at the edges of her shirt. In the next second, Pinkie was shirtless. A mix of confusion and excitement pulled his heart directly into his throat. She let her top flutter down to Anon’s feet. He gazed for a moment, but closed his eyes and put his hand up as a feeble line of defense.
“Pinkie, you’re drunk,” Anon said, rubbing his temple with his other hand. “Here, put your shirt back on, and—” Pinkie pushed her knee between Anon’s, and used her weight to push his back against the couch. If his heart was in his throat now, it felt like it left his body when he opened his eyes.
Pinkie’s whole demeanor had changed. She had a serious pair of what Anon could only describe as “fuck me” eyes. He always thought about it, but with her bare belly and arms pressed against his own, he confirmed how irresistibly soft she was. What stole his attention the most, though, were the two extremely squishy bombs on her chest, currently squeezing against him. Pinkie smirked, then brought her face close.
“Soft, right?” Her voice was like syrup to Anon’s ears. She spoke sweet and slow, her breath tickling the side of his face when she spoke. “If you want, you can touch them.”
“Okay.” Anon didn’t even think before speaking, but he heard somewhere that speaking from the heart was healthy.
He wasted no time running his hand up her side, nearly drooling at how soft and supple she was even before he reached her boobs. Even though it was over her bra, when Anon squeezed, his fingers sunk slowly down into her. Pinkie giggled softly as he continued his mesmerized fondling. Of course, he had to feel every inch for good measure. He felt like a kid on Christmas.
“Hey? I'm here too, you know.” Sunset’s voice snapped Anon back to reality. He pulled his hands back from paradise and pressed against Pinkie’s shoulders. She pouted but obeyed his silent request to give him some space. “So, it’s my turn, right?”
Anon had almost forgotten about the competition, but when Sunset stepped in front of him, it brought it all back. Her face was blooming red, but her arms were crossed over her chest confidently.
“Well, I don’t have boobs like Pinkie, or whatever,” she said, looking somewhere off to the side. Anon felt almost obligated to touch Pinkie, but something told him Sunset wanted him to be more mindful with Sunset. He got to his feet, but still stood a couple of inches shorter than her. It didn’t matter though, because he only wanted to reach her stomach anyway. He ran his fingers down her belly, feeling every groove his fingers got stuck in as they went down. She shivered against his touch, which made him chuckle.
“You could probably chuck me to the moon, but you’re so reserved, Sunny.” He continued to run his fingers up and down her sides, slowly feeling every muscle move as she breathed in and out. She chuckled, though she sounded a bit nervous.
“Guys don't fawn over my abs like this, so I don't know what to do,” she admitted, finally looking Anon in the face. Her eyes were cool, unlike Pinkie’s popping ones. Looking at her only seemed to make her more embarrassed, but it amused Anon. “Guys think they're cool but not much more than that.”
“So you wouldn’t believe me if I told you I found them incredibly sexy?” Sunset chuckled again but was less nervous this time. Anon could feel his desire to do more than just touch her rise up and push against his pants. Unfortunately, his pants weren’t too great at keeping that a secret.
The two could only enjoy their moment for.. a moment before Pinkie slid by and nearly bumped Sunset off her feet. If it was anyone but Sunset, it might have worked. What was important was that Pinkie was now in front of him and noticed his erection.
“My turn, my turn!” she said happily. She did the same thing she did last time it was her turn and pushed Anon onto the couch. Sunset looked like she wanted to complain, but stood silently on the instead. This time, she dropped to her knees, and placed a hand on Anon’s crotch, gently feeling him up above his clothes. She quickly unzipped his pants, pulled aside his boxers and licked her lips as his cock popped out. It twitched under her gaze. "Wowie, Sunny got you this hard?”
“It was more of a combined effort…” mumbled Anon. Pinkie rubbed her hand up and down the shaft for a second, her soft hands almost melting Anon like butter. She licked the tip, seductively giggling as she did so. It was working. She began lapping at his cock quicker and quicker until the entire top of his shaft was wet with saliva. She backed off a bit, using her hands to lift her bust just a bit. “Wait, are you gonna—”
Anon’s words died out in his throat, melting into an uncontrolled moan as Pinkie slid his cock between her breasts. With her bra still on, the pressure against his cock was immense. The combination of her soft skin and the warmth of her bosom all but pushed him to the brink of cumming right there. He held himself back by biting his lip and squeezing his eyes shut, but his moans only grew louder as she began to move.
“Boobjobs are the best jobs!” she said, slowly moving her chest up and down against Anon’s cock. Just the thought of the heft of her jugs weighed heavy on his mind. The small slapping sound every time they smashed against his thighs weren’t helping much either. Pinkie giggled, taking pleasure in Anon’s struggle to keep from bursting open. “C’mon Anony… stop holding back…”
It wasn’t long before he was forced to obey her command. A shot of cum pumped hot and strong against the top of Pinkie’s breasts. She gasped in surprise for only a second before she covered his cock with her mouth, pushing his tip to the back to let the rest of his cum paint her throat. She stood there for a moment, her nose tickling the base of his cock until she pulled back, gasping for air. She let her tongue loll out of her mouth, showing off her mouth full of cum, just before swallowing hard. She was left panting and left her unhooked bra hanging from Anon’s cock when she fell to her back.
“Yowie Wowie, Anon,” panted Pinkie, a grin on her face. “That was fun!” She ran her index finger through one of the strands that landed on her cheek and stuffed it in her mouth. She laughed, then hopped to her feet. “I’m gonna go clean up real quick!” Neither Anon or Sunset questioned it as she zoomed off to the bathroom, leaving the two in awkward silence. Anon realized that he was being pretty rude, just chilling with his cock out on his friend’s couch, but when he turned to Sunny, she didn’t show it. In fact, instead of showing embarrassment as he thought, she looked upset.
“Sorry, I kinda got carried away,” Anon called. She stomped over to him, standing a few feet away as she looked down at his rapidly softening erection. Her frown only grew more intense when she looked him in the face. “S-Sunny?”
With Sunset being as big as she was, the couch barely had enough room to fit the two of them. Still, she hopped on, landing on it with a dull thud. She rested against the arm and back of the couch, and slowly pulled her legs open. She stalled for a moment, but eventually reached for her shorts, and pulled them down to her ankles, letting them fall behind the couch. What lies between her legs was a soft, small pussy, surprisingly cute for the large woman. Before she could even say anything, Anon was already moving towards her.
“I can’t offer what Pinkie does. A-And with you the way you are, I don’t think you’re gonna fuck me, but…” Anon had already begun prodding at her inner thighs with his fingers, feeling every muscle tense and relax as he touched and moved past them. Though he could see her practically shaking in anticipation for when he’d get there, he left her pussy untouched. Instead, he moved upwards past it and ran his tongue up the curves of her abs. He could hear her moan as he did, which only got louder when he poked at her clit. “What’s with all the foreplay? I-It’s mmph… annoying.”
“It’s fun to me,” he said between licks. He pushed one finger past the awaiting folds of her pussy, finding a tightening maelstrom of flesh just beyond. He continued his path downward, adding one finger after another until three were quickly pumping their way through. Once his mouth finally reached her pussy, she was soaking wet, he pulled his fingers out, licking the sticky juices off before giving her pussy a quick kiss. Then he withdrew, leaving a confused and dissatisfied Sunset Shimmer sprawled out over the couch. “Come over here.”
“W-Why?” Anon didn’t answer, instead of pulling her up and off the couch. Again she had to look down at him, but he looked back at her with a genuine smirk. “What are we gonna do standing up?”
“Well, I’m gonna be standing up. You wanna do something Pinkie can’t right?” Sunset looked away for a moment, but she nodded subtly. “How long do you think you can hold a handstand?”
“I dunno. 10 minutes, maybe,” responded Sunset. “Why would I need to do a handstand?”
“I can’t eat Pinkie out while she does a handstand,” he said. With the eager grin on his face, Sunset’s choices were limited. In the end, she flipped herself over and performed the handstand. Her body was amazing, easily lifting into position. She turned away from him, her back to his front, and pressed her body against his. Her long legs fell back, landing on Anon’s shoulders. It was a bit shaky, but Anon wrapped his hands around her waist, eagerly touching up her abs in the process. Her eager pussy dripped down her front, seemingly begging for Anon’s touch.
“This is kinda weird…” said Sunset with a chuckle. Any other words she wanted to say were muddled together in a groan. Anon dove into her like she was Thanksgiving dinner. Her body trembled under his tongue digging through her lips and into the salty depths beyond. Every few seconds he’d pull back and give her trembling clit some love as well. He quickened his assault, making her arms shake even harder trying to keep her body up. He could feel her control over her handstand weaken, so he kept her up with his strength. Her muscles weren’t for show; she was a heavy girl. Still, those same muscles squeezed against his tongue as he lapped her clean. “I-I’m cumming… fuck.” She moaned loudly, her body squeezing together and giving Anon a fabulous stream of her cum to lap up.
Of course, he didn’t stop there. Sunset’s arms had given out with her orgasm, but Anon kept her in place with his strength, grabbing her in a makeshift bearhug. His tongue reached deeper and deeper when he leaned forward, and though his arms were screaming at him, he kept her up, and boy did she feel it.
“A-Anon, slow down, please! Mmmph!” Her body convulsed, and by now, her arms were completely off the ground. She used her hands to muffle her moans, but they still leaked through to Anon’s ears, giving him the strength he needed to keep her up. Her chest moved up and down as her breaths quickened, and before long, another guttural groan escaped her. This time, though, she snapped upwards, effectively sitting on Anon’s shoulders. Having gone too long without proper rest, his arms and legs gave out, and he fell backward. Sunset slammed down on him but used quick thinking to catch herself somewhat before caving his chest in.
“Ugh…” groaned Anon. The two panted heavily, with Anon squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. Once he opened them back up, he met Sunset’s gaze and smirked. “Think you might’ve broken my ribs there, Sunny.” Sunset didn’t chuckle or laugh nervously as she did before. Instead, her eyes were sharp and focused.
“Pinkie isn’t back yet,” she said, catching her breath before Anon did. She flicked her eyes to her side, then back. “You… don’t mind me taking another turn, do you?”
Without his answer, she lifted herself, her legs wobbling a bit before she stabilized. She moved slightly, positioning herself behind Anon’s cock, near his thighs, then grasped it in her palm. Her grip was rough, unlike Pinkie’s, but not unenjoyable. She lifted off the ground, then pushed his tip slightly past her lips. Her walls put the pressure on early, even making it difficult to inch further in.
“God damn…” mumbled Anon, grabbing at her hips for support. Even then, it was hard to push through her. Every time he’d get an inch closer, she’d squeeze and relax quickly, threatening to push him back out. “I’m gonna cum before I even get to hit the back.”
Eventually, he reached her g-spot with a surprisingly soft squish waiting for him there. Sunset whimpered, leaning forward and placing heavy hands against Anon’s shoulders, pinning him in place. She shut her eyes, and her breath became shaky again. He tried to pull out, but her hips pressed down against his own too hard. He took a deep breath, then snaked a hand up and around the side and up to her face. Her eyes flew open as Anon pulled her down into a kiss.
He pressed against the back of her head, pushing her further into the kiss and persuading her body to loosen up. She moaned against his lips, her tongue was sweet as it twisted against his own. Her chest was pressed against his when she pulled her hips up. He was twitching violently, and her juices dribbled down his thighs. She gave him no time to prepare before she slid down again. It was still slow, but better than before.
He sat still as she moved her hips up and down, the floor creaking every time she pressed herself down on him. She broke from his kiss, panting, but went in for another. Her thrusts picked up speed, and he could feel her tighten up again. This time, he grabbed her thighs, then thrust himself. Her shriek was muffled by the kiss, but she certainly felt it.
She broke off again, this time looking back as Anon smashed into her at full force. She gritted her teeth, her walls reaching peak tightness. It didn’t seem to bother Anon, though, as he drilled in harder and harder with each pump.
“W-Wait!” Anon thrust hard one final time before slowing down. Sunset grabbed Anon’s shirt and rolled over onto her back. Now, Anon was over her, right between her legs. “Cum in me like this.” He chuckled under his breath.
“Whatever you say, Sunny.” She parted her pussy lips to guide his dick into her once again. It took a bit of work, but once he felt the squishing of the back of her pussy again, it didn’t matter. Sunset pulled him down closer and locked her legs around his back. His thrusts wouldn’t be as powerful, but it didn’t matter with him as close as he was.
He groaned, feeling his second orgasm of the night coming soon. A bit too soon. He felt her pussy suck the cum from him as it shot as close to the back as he could get. His cock was warm, bordering on hot for the few moments his cum covered it. Sunset’s legs let him free, and he fell onto his back. He closed his eyes and felt his dick go limp again. He wondered how many nuts he could feasibly bust before his heart went. Whatever it was, he wouldn’t reach it tonight.
“Head’s up, Nonny!” Anon had his eyes open for just a second before half his face was smothered under a considerable force. It took him a few seconds to adjust, but when he realized what had happened, he also realized it was already too late. Pinkie was bottomless, her pussy covering both his mouth and nose. On the bright side, not only did she taste and smell incredibly sweet, the soft trunks of her thighs were soft against the sides of his face. “I was nice enough to give Sunny two turns, but I still want mine!”
“Mmph,” mumbled Anon. Pinkie giggled and began grinding against Anon’s face. His nose pressed against her clit, and under her weight, his mouth was kissing her walls already.
“That tickles.” She pulled his head up, forcing him further into her pussy. “You’re gonna have to speak up if you want some air.”
Anon did the closest thing he could to sigh, before slowly lapping at Pinkie’s pussy. It wasn’t as muscle-bound as Sunset, but the soft and sweet folds didn’t disappoint. He only spent a few seconds there before Pinkie’s thighs closed in tighter against his head.
“Mmhm? Mmm!” Anon exclaimed as her thigh’s grip around his head got tighter. She rubbed her pussy against his face even harder than before. With how she was playing, he might need air soon. He brought his hands up and tapped against Pinkie’s thighs.
“No can do, Anon. Air is for the weak!” Though death by snu-snu was on his top 3 ways to die, he wasn’t so keen on it happening so soon. He used his admittedly weak arms to try to push her off from her thighs, but it quickly proved useless. “C’mon Nonny! Get that tongue movin’!”
With no other courses of action, he got to work. Of course, tickling her clit with his nose only made her close in tighter, and her juices flow more intensely. Unlike Sunset, she wasn’t too shy about letting him know it. Her moans were loud and often, and her hands only pushed him deeper and deeper still. Still, with how little air he could muster, he wasn't sure he’d get her off in time. Thankfully, seemingly before she came, she hopped off him and went to her feet. His face was soaked, but he focused on getting air into his lungs first.
“Aha! I got him hard quicker!” Pinkie exclaimed, pointing at Anon’s already ready to roll cock. “Take that Sunny!”
“H-How long were you watching?” said Sunset. Pinkie smirked deviously.
“You thought you could do a handstand carpet munching session without my knowledge?” Anon sat up, enjoying the feeling of having lungs for a moment. Pinkie was already looming over him again, and his erection was all for it. “Damn, Anon. You’ve got a lot of stamina. We gotta tucker the little guy out!”
“Pinkie, if my dick had a brain, it would be softer than soft serve right now,” said Anon, rubbing his mouth. He got to his feet, meeting the two’s gazes. “W-What?”
“We’re supposed to be doing a competition!” whined Pinkie. She looked legitimately sad. Sunset looked guilty, and Anon could only assume he looked the same. He sighed, then reached down for Pinkie’s hand. Her sadness left as soon as it came. “Yay! Anonny likes me!”
“Hey!” Called Sunset. “He likes me too.” Pinkie walked up to Anon, and put her arms up in the air, grasping a few times with her hands.
“Pick me up!” Anon knew better than to question her at this point, so he reached down and wrapped his hands around her legs, carefully lifting her off the ground until she could wrap her legs and arms around his body. His cock, while aching, did feel nice pressed up between his own body and hers. Her face was close to his own, and her breasts were squashed against his chest. “Bet you’ve never fucked someone like this, huh?”
Anon lined up to her pussy, but Pinkie had other plans. She pulled herself up higher, lining him up with a different hole. He poked and prodded against her asshole, slowly breaking through to the warm depths beyond. She breathed deep against his neck and squeezed him hard. Once his whole shaft was in, Pinkie was gently nibbling on his shoulder.
“W-Wow… Anal is w-weird.” Her giggly tone disappeared, replaced with a warbly moan. “Reeeeally weird.” He pulled out of her surprisingly tight hole, then jammed in again, her bite tightening on his shoulder.
“Is this your first time?” Pinkie gave him a subtle nod, then squeezed him tighter when he pulled out again. She was breathing heavily already, and every pump felt better than the last. It was small, but he could feel his cock bulge as it pushed through her. “Fuck, Pinkie. You’re so warm and soft… and sweet.” She responded with a low giggle muffled mostly by Anon’s shirt.
His thrusts sped up, and her body tightened further in response. Her moans were buttery against his ears, and her breasts bounced against him. He felt her pussy dribble slowly down his hips when she came and could feel her heartbeat quicken to match his.
“Hmm…” Sunset hummed just a few feet away from the two of them. Her body was hidden behind the couch, but her eyes peered over the top. “Is that how I look when I’m getting fucked?”
The two were too occupied to hear her, with Pinkie’s nibbling turning into a full-on biting his shirt and Anon thrusting hard into her every few seconds. Anon groaned deeply, then pulled Pinkie down as far as she would go before falling. She fell back a bit, her arms at full length as cum bubbled up inside of her. Her blush was as intense as her smile. Once he’d (for sure this time) emptied himself, he slowly pulled out, the cum flooding out with it. Covered in cum and sweat, he left Pinkie down on wobbly legs, then collapsed onto the couch himself.
“Goddamn…” He muttered to himself. His dick was as dead as his arms and legs, and if he slept until next week, it wouldn’t be enough. Pinkie fell onto him, the back of her head resting against his chest and her naked body sprawled out between his legs. Of course, since his dick was dead, he didn’t get hard, but he’d understand if a healthier man did. Sunset vaulted the couch, then laid her head next to Pinkie’s. Her body was also on full display. Again, if he was a healthier man, he’d understand an erection.
That’s why he had no goddamn clue why he was still kicking.
“Jeezy petes, Anon!” yelled Pinkie, sitting up to give his budding erection room to grow. “You’re a real trooper!”
“How can you still get hard?” asked Sunset, her face a mix of confusion and amusement. “This is uncanny.”
“I swear if I nut one more time, I’ll fucking die,” groaned Anon, glaring at his overzealous dick as it bounced and twitched with some unfound vigor. “Please don’t do this to me, little me.”
“So, it’s back to my turn, then?” Asked Sunset, her excitement not even a little contained. “You guys looked like you were having fun with anal without me.”
“Are you guys listening?” Anon pleaded. “I can’t go another—”
“Hehe, silly Sunset. Anal is a one-on-one thing!” said Pinkie with a chuckle.
“I could find a way to make it two on one,” responded Sunset. Anon leaned back on the couch, feeling exhaustion taking over for him. Though his dick was on some sort of its sugar high, he’d have no part of it. His eyes closed, and he sighed quietly. “Hey, Anon. You’re passing out on us?” He responded with a long groan. The two below looked at each other than giggled.
“C'mon Anon, what’s a couple more rounds!” said Pinkie, egging him on. He looked down at the two, both eyeing him up eagerly and sighed once again.
“Alright… I guess. One more round shouldn’t be that taxing.”
And so began the night where Anon nut no less than a dozen times.
Author's Note
After-Sex Smoke
