Desperate Measures

Guin had a decent Monday at school; as good as one could expect. She began to feel exhausted halfway through the day, as she had worked so hard over the weekend and hadn't taken much of a break, and there was no recess for a class of her age, but she pushed on, anyway. She needed to, as the day wasn't over, and she still had the meeting after school. If neither Jack nor Seascape would teach her about sex, she needed to ask somepony else.

The waffles Jack had taught her how to make were a huge hit at the meeting, earning her some amount of favour. She hadn't brought any wine, partially because she didn't want to send Jack into a liquor store, but also because she didn't know the first thing about selecting a wine. All she knew was that there were four types: red, white, Mary-Lou, and Vodka.

Aside from not reading off grades, as nothing would have been handed in over the weekend, the meeting ran pretty similarly to the last one, except with little to no attention on Guin. This suited her just fine, as staying out of the limelight was indeed one of her main goals. Her other main goal was to listen very closely to Short Stack talking about her weekend fun.

"So, I'm lying there on Sunday afternoon, soaking in the sunlight and working on my tan, when the doorbell rings. I think nothing of it at first, and go right back to my sunning, but then it rings again. I have to open my mouth and shout for somepony to answer the door, and a minute later, still nothing. The bell just keeps ringing. So, I go to answer it. It's totally the help's job, and I have to do it myself. Can you believe that?

"Anyway, I open the door, and it's the milkstallion. He says he has to hurry up with the milk because it's hot out, and he doesn't want it to spoil, so it has to be brought directly to my fridge. I show him to the kitchen, and it occurs to me that I should do something about the lazy staff that's too stupid to answer the door. At the same time, I should reward the milkstallion for his impeccable service.

"I slide down beneath him and kiss his sheathe, gently nibbling at the loose skin as his cock begins to slide out. It's not even a minute before he's fully extended and slapping his cock against his belly. Like, when was the last time this guy had sex if he's this eager?

"Anyway, I bring him up against the wall and pin him there. You wouldn't think I could, but you'd be surprised how accommodating stallions are when you have them by the balls. He's pressed against my cabinets, and I open my maw and swallow down every inch until his tip is right in my stomach.

"Of course, my husband is out of the house. "There's work to be done, and someone has to do it." Always his excuse. So I know we're not going to be caught.

"It takes some convincing, but after some light fellatio, I manage to convince him to fuck me right there on the kitchen table. I mean, come on, I'm a catch. How long does it take to make a man want to drill my box, right? But he was so stuck on the thought that somepony would walk in and see us. What finally convinced him was the fact that nopony had been able to answer the door until I came back inside, so there must be nopony here but the two of us.

"So I'm lying on the counter, my legs in the air and just barely able to reach his hips with my back hooves. He's slamming hard against my cervix, apparently no longer afraid of being caught in a compromising position with me, his balls slapping against my arsehole with every thrust. Slap, slap, slap, our hips connecting over and over again echoes off the kitchen walls until he pushes all the way in and cums hard.

"I was pissed. I had intended for him to spray all over the kitchen, but instead, he opts to fill me right the fuck up. Can you believe that? All of this to punish the incompetent staff for being unable to do something so simple as answer the door, and he ruins it by pumping it all inside of me. What a waste of a perfectly good revenge plot! And of course, I didn't have the time to finish. I didn't even make it halfway.

"This story does have a happy ending, though. Another stallion came by a few minutes later to replace the chest of drawers we broke two weeks ago. The whole time I was watching him put it together, I was admiring his hefty, swinging balls under his short-cut tail, and after a good reaming, he pulled right out of my arse and sprayed his load all over the west wing hall. Oh, the maids spent nearly an hour cleaning that up!

"This time, though, I was a little bit disappointed that I didn't take a shot in the mouth. He was big, strong and musky. I'm thinking of breaking the wardrobe so he can come back. Maybe he'll bring some friends along, too..."

Guin had missed a bit of that, as she didn't know some of those words, and especially the sensations. She'd never thought to shove anything up her arse before, much less let a stallion go rooting around in there with another gryphon. Why that gryphon had to be a male was another point of confusion, unless there was another meaning for cock that she didn't know about.

As Seascape didn't show up, there was nopony to clean up, and Guin ended up saddled with the task, as she was already cleaning up the last of the waffles. She started off alone, but to her great surprise, Short Stack stayed behind. She didn't help, but rather, just watched.

"You seemed to be a bit confused by my story," she said eventually, breaking the silence.

"I guess I was," answered Guin, keeping her head down.

"It's just you and me, here," she said, inspecting her hoof. "No prying ears. Why don't you tell me a bit about your sex life? I imagine most stallions are pretty big compared to you, so you must have some better stories than the other girls."

"Sorry; I don't."

"Nothing? No judgement, here. Most of them are so far beneath me that they could double their affairs and still not be close. Come on, what's been the best sex of your life?"

Guin shook her head. "I can't say I've ever had it."

Short Stack scoffed, hard. "What's the point of being married if you don't have any sex? Come to my place on Wednesday, and I'll make sure you receive a good, solid dicking."