"You want me to suck WHAT, Mister?!"
"See ya'll Monday!" called out Apple Bloom, as she hefted her suitcase and boarded the taxi. Her friends Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were already in the cab, waiting for her as she waved to her sister, her brother, and her Granny.
"Be careful, Apple Bloom!" cried Apple Jack. "You fillies have a good time!" They all waved back and smiled at her as the taxi pulled off to the train station, where the 8:45 to Manehatten was waiting. Once they'd arrived at the train station and bought their tickets, they quickly found seats facing each other while Sweetie and Scootaloo giggled over their plans.
"I'm gonna drink like there's no tomorrow!" exclaimed Scootaloo. "My folks won't be around to tell me otherwise this time!" Sweetie Belle frowned at this.
"You don't want to get too drunk, Scootaloo! What if some guy takes advantage of you?" Scootaloo smirked, arched her back, and stuck out her ample chest.
"That's what these babies are for! They'll draw 'em in, but I decide who gets to play with them!" Sweetie frowned again. Ever since they'd all matured, it seemed their pegasus friend never lost an opportunity to point out how large her breasts were. She looked down at her own chest and sighed. She'd inherited her sister's beauty, but that hadn't extended to cup size. She looked wistfully over at the silent Apple Bloom, who had exceeded them both by far! Her double Ds were enhanced by her tiny waist, even though she was the shortest one of them. The Apple family genes had passed on the breast size, but not her sister's height, so much that the farmer girl was often teased for looking far younger than she was. It also didn't help that she'd taken to wearing her long, red hair in two ponytails, foregoing her childhood red ribbon.
Even so, anypony looking at them would not mistake any of them for kids, as they were all dressed in their tiniest skirts with long, smooth legs covered in thigh-high stockings, and delicate feet clad in either pumps or low heels. Scootaloo had opted for a tank top that barely contained her treasures, Sweetie wore a white shirt she'd tied up and under her breasts to enhance them, while Apple Bloom wore a simple tube top. All along the train ride, they'd noticed they were getting more than their fair share of stares from stallions, and looks of envy and even hatred from other mares. Scootaloo reveled in the attention, Sweetie blushed and looked down every time she caught the eye of a stallion, while Apple Bloom seemed indifferent to all. This was finally noticed by the other two.
"What's wrong, Apple Bloom?" asked Scootaloo. "Aren't you looking forward to our trip?" Bloom turned from the window and gave them a wan smile.
"Oh, sure Ah am. It's just...Ah don't expect to meet anypony Ah'm interested in."
The pegasus and the unicorn exchanged a look with each other, then Sweetie said, "What are you talking about? We're going to the hottest clubs in town! There'll be plenty of hot, young studs there!"
Apple Bloom sighed and looked back out the window. "Yeah...young studs...cain't wait..."
At this, Scootaloo lowed her voice and leaned close to her. "Is the problem...you're still a virgin?"
Bloom refused to look at her. "Maybe..." She then did meet her eye. "Are you?"
Scootaloo drew back and smirked. "Maybe..." They both turned their attention to Sweetie, but she simply blushed and looked away.
Soon, they reached their stop, so they gathered their suitcases and left the station. As they left the area, they took a moment to gawp at the huge buildings and bright lights of the city, showing them to be the tourists they were. As they descended the stairs, they saw a line of taxicabs waiting for customers, so they hailed the first one in line. An older stallion who seemed to be in his 40s with fading red hair and grey at his temples was leaning against his cab and looked up when he heard the girls call out to him. His face was craggy and weathered, and he looked as if he seldom smiled, but he managed a grin for the cute teens as they approached his cab. As he went to unlock his trunk for their suitcases, he said, "Hello, ladies. Welcome to Manehatten." When he took their belongings and loaded them into the trunk, he didn't notice, at first, that the smallest one of them was staring intently at him. When he did notice, he stopped, frowned, and said to her, "Something wrong, miss?" She shook her head, so he shrugged and went around to the driver's side and got in, while the pegasus and the unicorn got in the back. To his surprise, the Earth pony climbed in front next to him. "Whoa, miss...passengers ride in the back."
She put on her seatbelt and said, "Ah wanna ride in front with you. Please, Mister?" She stuck out her bottom lip and gave him the "big eyes." He swallowed as he looked at her. The shoulder seatbelt was between her huge breasts, making them stick out, and the lap part had caused her already short skirt to ride up even further, so he could see a flash of white that had to be her panties. He felt a trickle of sweat beginning to form down his brow, and his dick began to harden.
He looked straight ahead and started the motor. "S...sure miss. Whatever you say." He checked his mirrors and pulled out into traffic. "Where to?" he asked the group.
"The Mareiott Hotel!" cried the pegasus. "That's next to the hot nightclubs, right?"
"Umm...yeah..." he answered, keeping his eyes on the road. He could see out of the corner of his eye his little passenger hadn't taken her eyes off him, which was making it harder and harder for him to keep his thoughts decent. Then, she startled him with a question.
"Are you an Apple, Mister?"
He turned to her slightly, then centered back on the road. "What?"
"Ah said, 'Are you an Apple?' That's mah family name." Then she did something that almost made him swerve into oncoming traffic. She shifted her closest hip to him, pulled up her skirt, fully exposing her panties, pulled one side down, and showed off her cutie mark. "See? Ah got an apple fer mah cutie mark. What's yers?"
He was finding it difficult to speak. "I...I...uh, no...I...don't have an apple for mine."
"Can Ah see it?"
He gripped the steering wheel. "Umm...maybe later..."
She dimpled at him. "Okay!"
An important question occurred to him, one he figured he'd better ask before he got too hot and bothered. "Say," he said, looking out the corner of his eye at her, "just how old are you?"
She giggled. "Guys are always asking me that!" She smiled brightly at him and said, "Ah'm eighteen. Mah birthday was two months ago." He breathed a sigh of relief and kept driving.
Then she turned and started talking to her friends in the back seat. In doing so, she shifted her body so it was facing him, and raised one leg on the seat between them so she could turn her body more comfortably. He swallowed again as he looked down. Nothing but panties this time, and he could see a clear outline of her vulva. She seemed not to notice as she and the ones in the backseat talked excitedly about their plans, so she didn't also see the prominent bulge he now had in his pants. In an effort to hide it, he kept one hand on the wheel and put the other on his lap. He grit his teeth and tried to concentrate on anything but the sight beside him, from sports, to the weather, to WHATEVER ELSE he could think of. But the creamy thighs, jiggly, HUGE breasts, and white underwear kept drawing his eye like a magnet, so he was fighting a losing battle. At least she's legal age, he thought to himself.
When they stopped at a red light, she faced the front and opened her tiny purse, and took out her makeup. He was mesmerized as she held up a small mirror and slowly applied red lipstick to her already full, soft lips. It wasn't until the car behind him honked that he realized he'd been sitting there long past the time the light had turned green, so he jerked his head forward and gunned the engine, propelling the cab forward. By now he had sweat trickling down his brow, which his passenger noticed. "You okay, Mister? You don't look so good."
"I'm...I'm fine. It's just a little hot in here," he stammered. He was saved from having to further reply by finally reaching their destination. "Here...here we are, ladies." He was fully erect, in no condition to get out of the car and help with the luggage, so he honked his horn until a bellhop showed up. He then popped the trunk with the remote switch. As they all began to climb out of his cab, he came to a decision and took the Earth pony by the arm. She whipped her head around and looked at him. "Not you," he said. "I still have to show you my cutie mark."
Her eyes brightened, and she said, "Oh, yeah! Ah fergot!" She turned to her friends. "Y'all go on without me; Ah'll just be a few minutes." Scootaloo and Sweetie stuck their heads back in the cab, looking concerned.
"Are you sure, Apple Bloom?" asked Sweetie Belle. She gave the cab driver a dubious look. "He could be dangerous."
Apple Bloom smiled and waved off their concerns. "Ah'll be alright, he won't hurt me."
Scootaloo glowered at him through the window, then pointed her finger at him. "You better not..."
Apple Bloom reached out and gave them both a hug, then sat back and said to the driver, "Let's go." He pulled off from the curb, still erect. The fact that she'd been so willing to come with him only strengthened the idea she just might be willing in other areas...
He drove quickly until he found a secluded spot under a lamppost, and shut off the engine. He took off his seatbelt and turned to her. "So...you still want to see my cutie mark?" She nodded her head with a bright smile, making her ponytails shake.
"Yes, sir, Ah do! We might be related!"
He hesitated for a moment. He knew he was crossing a line here, but his cock was so hard it was starting to hurt...he had to get relief soon. "Okay...here we go..." He slowly undid his belt, unzipped himself, hooked his thumbs under his waistband, lifted his hips and ass then slipped his pants and underwear down to his knees, while her big eyes were glued to him the entire time.
His cutie mark was revealed to be a cluster of purple grapes with a wine bottle over them, and the teen went "oooo" when she saw it. She leaned in closer and said, "You have a fruit cutie mark! We must be related!"
Then her eyes shifted slightly upward, and her voice got lower. "And...that is one big dick, Mister..." she whispered. Wordlessly, he reached out and gently took her wrist. "What...what are you doing?" He didn't answer, just brought her dainty hand to his cock and wrapped it around it. She closed her hand and squeezed.
"Stro...stroke me..." he finally managed to say. She slowly moved her hand up and down as he reclined his seat and leaned back. He watched her face as she pumped his cock. Her lips were slightly parted, and her breathing was starting to increase. He reached up and caressed her cheek, which made her close her eyes and lean her head into his hand.
Then he put his hand down, undid her seatbelt, and said, "Scoot closer to me." She stopped stroking him and moved her body closer. "Closer," he said. So she did, then stared up at him. When she began to reach for his dick again, he stopped her and said, "Put your arms over your head." She looked puzzled for a moment but did as he ordered. He then grabbed her tube top from the bottom, then slowly pulled it upward, past her arms, over her head, and off. Her huge freckled tits bounced and jiggled in the lamplight, and she quickly covered them with her hands.
"This is embarrasin'! What if somebody sees me?!" He took her hands away.
"I'm the only one who will see them." He began fondling them, tweaking her nipples and squeezing them, while she again closed her eyes and moaned. After some moments she opened her eyes, grabbed his cock with both of her tiny hands, and began pumping him in earnest, watching his face the entire time.
"Does...that feel good, Mister...?"
He could only nod, then he slipped his hand up her back, onto her neck, then began to push her head down to his lap. "Open your mouth..." She stopped stroking his cock and looked at him for a moment, then slowly opened her mouth. "Wider," he said. Once she did, he turned her head, positioned his dick under her lips, then pushed her head down. His cock slid smoothly inside her hot mouth. "Now...suck..."
She placed her hands on his thighs and bobbed her head up and down while sucking. Soon, her spit covered his dick down the shaft and over his balls as she slurped and suckled. "That's a good girl..." he moaned as he leaned back and watched her. "That's a very good girl..." He reached under her and squeezed her tits as she worked, then pulled up her skirt and began to play with her ass. She moaned around her mouthful as he touched different sensitive areas of her body, and his cock was hitting the erogenous zone in the back of her throat. She felt herself go wet from the stimulation, so she sat up on the car seat on her knees, giving his hands access to her pussy, while at the same time she was able to bob her head straight up and down on his cock. He needed no further prompting as he reached under her panties and slid two fingers into her moist, throbbing cunt, and began playing with the nub there. She clenched her knees together and placed one hand over his as it poked, prodded, and stroked her to ecstasy. This was why she liked older guys. His fingers were heavenly, as he knew just where to touch her and how to do it. She closed her eyes and kept sucking as the pleasure assaulting her lady parts continued to build and build until it reached its wet end.
She took his cock out of her mouth so she could scream as her orgasm hit her, soaking her panties and causing her pussy to convulse around his fingers. As she caught her breath, she stroked his cock and panted, "Are...are you gonna cum for me soon, Mister?" She then wrapped her lips around him and began sucking and slurping once more, driving him into her throat and back out, over and over. She took her tiny fingers and fondled his balls, rubbing her spit all over them while sucking his cock all the more.
Then his balls began to tighten, and he cried out, "I'm gonna cum in your mouth, girl! Swallow it all!" She braced herself as he bucked his hips, and her mouth was flooded with spurt after spurt of hot, creamy jizz. She tried, but she was unable to get all of it down her throat, so some leaked out and dripped down her sweet, red, full lips. After what seemed like a minute, he stopped bucking and relaxed with a sigh. She gave him one last couple of suckles, making sure she got every drop, then sat up on her knees and looked at him. He turned his head wearily and watched her as she swallowed the last of his cum, then ran her fingers over her lips and chin getting the rest. Some had also dripped onto her freckled tits, so she took a fingertip, scooped up the droplets, and popped them into her mouth.
"That was really tasty and fun, Mister!" As she went to put her top back on, she added, "Can you take me back, now? Mah friends must be worried."
A few minutes later she walked into the hotel room, where her friends were waiting anxiously. "Apple Bloom! You're back! What happened?" asked Sweetie Belle.
Apple Bloom smiled. "He made me suck his cock, that's all."
"That's all?!" yelled Scootaloo. "That's horrible! He took advantage of you!"
Apple Bloom waved this away. "Nah he didn't. Ah didn't mind. In fact, Ah kinda liked it." She took a seat and crossed her legs. "Besides," she added, "mah brother's cock is way bigger, and he spurts out lots more cum. So this one was easier."
To this, neither Scootaloo nor Sweetie Belle had anything to say. They had no idea their unusually quiet friend was so kinky.
This was beginning to look like a very interesting weekend!
