Ice Cream Girl
Sweetie Belle closed the front door and walked into the living room. She tossed her book bag onto a nearby chair. It had been a very long Friday, topping off a long week of final exams.
“How was school?” Rarity asked, emerging from the kitchen.
The younger sister shrugged and flopped down onto the couch, her face already buried in her phone.
“That’s the last batch!” a familiar, high-pitched voice called out from behind Rarity.
Pinkie poked her head into the living room and smiled at Sweetie before disappearing again. Rarity lingered for a moment, giving her little sister a concerned look, before returning to the kitchen.
A few minutes passed as the two older girls chatted away. Sweetie only looking up when they came back into the living room. Pinkie had a bag over her shoulder as Rarity walked her to the front door.
“Thank you ever so much for your help, darling. I’m sure these pastries will be an absolute hit at the party tonight.”
“No problemo,” Pinkie beamed as she opened the door.
“I’ll see you in a couple hours. I just need to take care of a few things and go over the rest of the schedule with Dusty.”
“Right,” Pinkie said, smirking and adding exaggerated air quotes, “the schedule.”
The girls said their goodbyes, and after her friend left, Rarity turned to her sister.
“Are you still going to the concert tonight, Sweetie?”
The younger sister nodded, not even slowing down as she tapped away at the screen.
Rarity narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms, waiting patiently for Sweetie to pick up on her older sister’s annoyance. Finally Sweetie looked up.
“What?” she asked innocently.
“You agreed to sing at Paisley and Ringo’s wedding tomorrow. Have you been practicing?”
“Oh. Yeah, of course” she lied.
“Uh-huh,” Rarity wasn’t buying it.
“Umm...I guess it couldn’t hurt to run through it a few more times. Just to be sure.” Sweetie added, realizing what her sister was hinting at: between the concert and her usual habit of sleeping in on Saturdays, she was running out of time to prepare for her own performance at her friends’ wedding reception.
“So, Dusty’s coming over in a little bit?” Sweetie asked, changing the subject.
Rarity looked at the clock on the wall and gasped, “Any minute, as a matter of fact.”
Sweetie watched as Rarity ran up the stairs, presumably to touch up her makeup. With a sigh, she put down her phone and wandered into the kitchen. Pinkie’s excessive energy could be annoying sometimes, but there was no denying her skill at baking. Several batches of cupcakes sat on large platters, most of them were intricately frosted and stowed neatly under plastic lids for easy transportation. The final batch was still cooling, and had not yet been frosted. She glanced at the staircase, then reached for one of the platters.
“Don’t eat any of the cupcakes; they’re for my party tonight!” Rarity called out, apparently reading her sister’s mind.
Sweetie scowled and went back to the living room to retrieve and bag and phone. She made her way up the stairs. From the landing, she could see the bathroom door ajar, where Rarity was busy touching up her lipstick. Her own room was at the far end of the hall, and Rarity’s was right next to the bathroom, near the stairs.
As she walked past the bathroom Rarity turned and smiled at her, “Don’t worry, though. The last batch is for you and your friends. I’ll frost it once it’s finished cooling.”
Sweetie smiled for the first time in what felt like several hours, “Thanks, Sis.”
Several minutes later, Rarity had finished her makeup and went back downstairs. Sweetie closed the door to her own room and sat on the bed. She kicked off her sneakers, and wiggled out of her jeans. She lay back onto the bed and stared at the ceiling.
“Why did Dusty have to come over today?” she grumbled inwardly. Way back in junior high, Sweetie had something of a crush on him, but then again, so did half of her friends. He had graduated the year after Rarity, and it had been a couple years since she had seen him at all. But recently he had started spending time with her big sister, and Sweetie didn’t know how to feel about that. Rarity could have just about any boy or man she wanted, so why him? It seemed unfair somehow.
Pushing away thoughts of her sister, Sweetie was suddenly struck by a memory of her 8th grade club rehearsals. She had been assigned to do a dramatic monologue, and was having trouble with the pacing. Dusty was a senior at the time, and noticed her uncertainty during a group rehearsal after school. and had simply told her to imagine the crowd naked. Yes, it was cliche, but in Sweetie’s case, it actually helped. Once she was able to see how unthreatening the situation actually was, she was able to better take charge of her performance.
For the rest of that semester, she had seen him for a few minutes, once a week during rehearsals. He even gave her a cute nickname: “Ice Cream”, because he said her hair color and perm looked like ice cream. She had reminded herself not to read too much into it. After all, this was the same guy who playfully referred to that mean girl Gilda as “G-Dawg” for whatever reason.
She smiled at the memory of him offering those kind words as he reassuringly put an arm around her shoulder. Or had he? She had mulled over this particular memory so many times, she couldn’t remember which little details were accurate, and which ones were gradually fabricated in her own mind. At some point she had decided that it didn’t really matter; nothing would ever come of it either way. In her mind’s eye, she could clearly see his disarming smile and that mess of blonde hair he always wore. He told her she would do just fine, and she nodded silently, not taking her eyes off of his. With his arm still around her, he had given her shoulder a gentle squeeze. Then he had noticed she had goose bumps. Knowing what she wanted, he had suddenly leaned in to press his lips to hers. She had melted into his arms.
The sound of the doorbell snapped Sweetie out of her reverie, and she turned her head towards the closed bedroom door. A mirror hung from the wall next to the door, and she caught her own reflection. Her left hand rested on her belly, and her right hand had slipped into her panties.
She quickly looked away and rested both hands by her sides, suddenly feeling foolish. She got up, put on a pair of shorts, and quietly opened the door a crack. She could hear her sister’s voice from downstairs, as well as that deeper voice she had just been hearing in her imagination.
“Oh Sweetie Belle,” Rarity called to her from across the house, “I don’t hear you practicing.”
Sweetie rolled her eyes and shouted back, “I’m uh...just setting everything up.” She cringed, hearing her own voice squeak as she said “up.”
“He must think I’m still that dumb kid from junior high”, she thought glumly. Somewhat discouraged, she closed the door and sat down at her computer desk. She started up her recording software and checked the levels on her mic. It took a couple of minutes of rummaging through her old text messages to find the name of the song Ringo had mentioned, and another couple minutes to find the correct lyrics. They were in Italian. Go figure.
She listened to it a couple times to get a feel for it, then imported an instrumental version of it into her recording software. She stood up, adjusted the mic one more time, and clicked the record button. The now-familiar intro began, and she glanced down at her phone to review the lyrics to the first verse.
A sudden pang of nervousness struck her right in the gut, and she shuddered. This was the first time in several years that Dusty would be hearing her rehearsing anything. Muffled by doors and walls or not, she found herself suddenly afraid that he would pick up on her nervousness and yet again think she was that dumb kid from junior high. She stopped the recording, took a deep breath, and started it from the top.
“Just imagine the audience naked,” she muttered under her breath.
She almost immediately regretted it, as her mind was flooded with vivid images of Dusty wearing nothing but that warm smile and mess of blonde hair. Groaning in frustration, she stopped the song again, and thumped her head against the wall several times before starting it again.
As the intro played, Sweetie nodded to herself and forced her mind to focus on the rehearsal, and nothing else. After the second playthrough, she was confident that her performance of the song was going to be adequate for a wedding reception.
She looked at the clock and figured she had about an hour and a half to finish getting ready before she had to meet up with her friends at the concert. As she put together an outfit, she listened to herself from the recording, methodically critiquing various aspects of her vocal delivery. The recording was set to auto-repeat, allowing her to listen to it a couple of times without stopping her preparation for a night with her friends.
She had almost gotten everything together when she realized that she didn’t have any inserts for her shoes. Going to a concert meant she had to look fantastic.. Unfortunately, it also meant she would be standing for several hours. The only way she could pull that off without being miserable would be to use those special shoe inserts, but she couldn’t find them anywhere.
Sweetie briefly considered asking Rarity, but that would mean going downstairs, and...that wasn’t something she was prepared to do just yet. It simply wouldn’t do unless she could make a grand entrance. That was one of blessedly few traits she shared with her older sister. Suddenly it occurred to her that Rarity might have her own inserts. The two girls were almost the same shoe size, so Sweetie figured that “borrowing” a pair from Rarity was worth a shot.
After listening carefully at the door, she peeked out into the hallway. She could see Rarity’s bedroom door, partially closed at the far end. It sounded like she and Dusty were in the kitchen, which would give her a clear shot without being seen. With her recorded performance in a lull between auto-repeats, she stepped into the hallway and closed the door behind her.
Tiptoeing as quickly as she could, Sweetie walked down the hall, past the bathroom and into Rarity’s room just as the song started over, muffled by her own bedroom door. She looked nervously through the railing overlooking the downstairs landing, but Rarity and her boyfriend were nowhere to be seen. So far so good. She figured the shoe closet -- one of three walk-in closets in the bedroom -- was her best bet. It was just past the foot of Rarity’s nauseatingly girly four-post bed. Without wasting any time, she flipped on the closet’s wall-mounted light switch, and slipped inside.
She had barely begun rummaging through one shelf when she heard voices and footsteps coming up the stairs.
“Shit!”
For a moment she wondered if she could possibly get out of Rarity’s room without her noticing, but she quickly realized that would not be practical. She reached out into the main area of the bedroom and swatted at the light switch. The closet went dark, and Sweetie pulled the sliding door mostly shut just a split second before Rarity led Dusty into the room.
Rarity giggled playfully and kicked the bedroom door closed behind her. The couple stepped out of view, and Sweetie blanched at the soft, wet sound of lips on skin. Sweetie felt a mix of anger and humiliation at the realization that Rarity was making out with her little sister’s fantasy fodder while Sweetie herself provided the soundtrack. She shook her head in disbelief and frustration as the muffled, distant sound of her own singing rose and fell, almost mocking her.
Through her vantage point behind the mostly-closed closet door, Sweetie could see about half of the room, including the bedroom door and the bed itself. After a minute, Rarity and Dusty came back into view. Sweetie raised a hand to cover her mouth and suppress a gasp: Dusty was wearing nothing but his socks. Rarity growled playfully and pushed him backwards onto the bed before beginning a hasty striptease. Her panties were the last garment to be removed, and once they were off, Rarity held them out and dramatically dropped them on the middle of the bed next to her lover.
Once she was fully nude, she climbed on top of Dusty and busied herself with something near the headboard. From where she was, Sweetie couldn’t see much more than Dusty’s feet and Rarity’s backside. She had never seen her sister naked before, and this sudden view of her bottom -- exposed, bent over, legs spread slightly -- made Sweetie feel an odd mix of fascination and revulsion. She caught a brief, but very clear view of her big sister’s pink folds and slightly parted cheeks.
They were completely hairless.
Sweetie bristled at this, having hoped that perhaps her older sister had come up short in this one detail of personal appearance. Sweetie herself had gone to great pains to discreetly purchase and apply that fancy cream that dissolved her pubic hair at the roots. Although uncomfortable at first, it left her nethers completely slick, and free of unsightly razor bumps or subsequent stubble.
Her mixed feelings were heightened by the fact that Dusty was practically being dangled in front of her. Sweetie wanted to be angry. She wanted to hate her sister, but even in this moment of unexpected torment, a small rational part of her mind reminded her that Rarity had no clue about her little sister’s fantasy.
A minute later, Rarity climbed off of the bed, and Sweetie could finally see what was going on. She had tied each of Dusty’s wrists to the posts near the headboard, and she had covered his eyes with a makeshift blindfold. Sweetie’s eyes were drawn to his naked body, and she swallowed hard, his massive erection was laying exposed on his abdomen. It was easily twice the size of the small toy Sweetie kept hidden in a box under her bed. That toy had helped ease her nerves and deepen her sleeve more times than she could count, but now that she was almost grown it didn’t quite satisfy her the way it used to.
She wondered…
Maybe that was what drove Sweetie to groom herself so well “down there.” She had never admitted it to herself, but maybe she had been been taking steps to make sure she would be pleasing to the eye -- and to the touch -- when the opportunity to be seen and touched presented itself.
As she watched, Rarity crouched near the edge of the bed and leaned over Dusty’s mid-section. She gripped his shaft in one hand, and lowered her lips to touch its tip. Looking over at him, she slid her tongue out to tease at a droplet of pre-cum. He groaned in frustration and lifted his hips, seeking more from those soft lips.
“If you keep teasing me,” he warned playfully, “I might accidentally forget to warn you when I’m close, and might just cum down your throat, you dirty skank.”
Sweetie’s breath caught in her chest. She couldn’t believe she had just heard him speak that way. Rarity glared at him, but said nothing. Sweetie lowered her hand from covering her mouth, and ever so gently unbuttoned her shorts. Eyes wide, she stared through the narrow opening as Rarity began to properly suck him off.
Watching her work was fascinating to Sweetie, and would have been a wonderful sight for Dusty, were it not for the blindfold. Careful not to smudge her lipstick too much, Rarity expertly guided his shaft with her hand as her lips and tongue caressed it from tip to base. As she pleasured him, she used her free hand to grope and massage her heaving breasts. Before long, she swung a leg over his body, lifting herself over him in the 69 position. Even while shifting position, she never skipped a beat. Her succulent lips continued their rhythmic sucking motion unabated. Sweetie took the opportunity to slide her own shorts down to her ankles, masking the slight fabric rustling noise with the sound of Rarity’s skin sliding across sheets.
Beneath Rarity’s hips, Dusty lifted his head to taste the wetness between her thighs, but she lifted her hips up, just out of his reach. She slid her free hand down to her crotch and slowly pushed two fingers into her slit. She moaned, sending rumbling vibrations down his shaft. The scent of her arousal slowly filled the room. He pumped his hips suddenly, forcing his cock deep into her throat, rudely cutting her off in the middle of a throaty moan. At the same time, her hips fell back just enough for him to lift his head up and drag his tongue across her slick nethers. Since he couldn’t see he missed her pussy entirely, and Rarity felt the wet muscle prodding against the skin between her two openings.
With a ragged gasp, she pulled her head away from his rudely timed thrust and sat back slightly. She had just begun to catch her breath when she felt his tongue push forcefully into her pucker. It tightened reflexively and she gasped again. As her sphincter clenched around the invading tongue, waves of pleasure rippled through her. She covered her mouth in a feeble effort to stifle a shocked cry of pleasure.
“Dusty,” she began, still breathing shakily, “I didn’t know you were into that, darling.”
He gave her butthole another firm jab from his tongue, and she resumed fingering her pussy.
“Don’t worry, Rare,” he replied nonchalantly after an especially deep prodding, “I’m still going to cum down your throat...after my cock wears out this tight ass.”
Sweetie shuddered and rubbed her clit, mesmerized by his dirty talk.
“That’s no way to speak to a lady,” Rarity replied curtly, and swung her leg over, dismounting from his face. Through all this, she kept a firm grip on his shaft, stroking it with short, steady motions.
“It’s so cute when you act like you don’t love it,” he said with a knowing smile.
He was about to pile on more playful teasing, but was cut off when Rarity picked up her discarded panties and stuffed them into his mouth.
“And since you were so rude to touch my bottom without asking,” she added, “it’s going to touch you without asking.”
Still expertly holding onto his shaft, she pivoted around to face him in the cowgirl position. Her pale butt cheeks were perfectly round and smooth in the soft afternoon light that filtered through the window shade. She spit into her free hand and reached back to slather a copious amount of drool along her crack and all over her clenched backdoor. With her pinkie and index fingers, she spread her cheeks wide, unknowingly providing a heart-stopping view to the girl hiding in the closet behind her. Taking her time, Rarity used her middle and ring fingers to slowly rub circles around and over her little rosebud. It clenched and relaxed rhythmically under her touch. Once her fingers had made her bottom comfortably wet, she swung that arm back around and placed it flat on his chest to steady herself.
In a slow, deep, grinding trance, Sweetie’s fingers churned her clit deliriously as she watched Rarity line up the tip of Dusty’s cock with her puckered, glistening asshole. Mimicking what she had seen her sister do, she dribbled some spit into the palm of her free hand, then slid that hand down the back of her panties, placing the heel of her palm against her tailbone. Her hips weren’t as wide as her sister’s, and her cheeks weren’t as voluptuous, so she didn’t need to spread them nearly as much as her sister did. By comparison, Sweetie’s movements were a little awkward and clumsy as she guided the little puddle of spit down her palm and along her outstretched fingers. The thick fluid oozed down her fingers, in between her butt cheeks and onto her pink little rosebud. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her breathing became erratic as she curled her middle finger. She pushed the tip into the recesses of her crack and applied a gentle pressure directly against the tight, previously untouched hole.
Her eyelids fluttered and her mouth hung half-open as she turned her attention to Rarity’s hand. Rarity’s fingers, with long, perfectly manicured nails, wrapped confidently around that big cock, holding its tip against her asshole. Just as Sweetie’s recorded song reached a crescendo, Rarity moaned for effect and lowered her hips an inch, pushing just the head of his cock into her bottom. Her little pucker spread and gradually stretched to accommodate it. In unison, Sweetie pushed the tip of her middle finger into her own butt. It clenched involuntarily, squeezing her finger and making her pussy quiver. She shock of pleasure caught her by surprise, and she slowly dropped to her knees on the carpeted closet floor. She rested her head against the door frame and followed her sister’s lead.
Rarity rocked her hips back and forth slowly. With each movement back, she let another fraction of an inch penetrate her asshole. With each deeper and deeper thrust, Dusty moaned around the fragrant panties bunched up in his mouth, now soaked in saliva. Once his cock was halfway into Rarity’s ass, she rested for a moment and pleasured herself while looking down at him.
Sweetie’s middle finger rested, halfway up her butt, as her other hand teased circular motions around her swollen clit. She idly wondered how her sister could take such a huge thing up her ass. As it was, a single finger was borderline painful for Sweetie’s virgin backdoor.
“Well darling,” Rarity interrupted, sounding a little embarrassed, “I’m afraid I’ll need to take a trip to the little girls room before we can go any… further.”
Dusty snickered, the sound muffled from Rarity’s panties.
Rarity climbed off, slowly pulling his length out of her. She grunted as the final inch left her bottom, making a soft, wet kind of kissing sound as the tip pulled free of her puckered opening. Quickly donning a bathrobe, she listened at the door for a moment. Sweetie’s previously recorded singing was still steadily echoing through the house. Probably thinking it was still her singing in person, Rarity opened her bedroom door, stepped into the hall and closed it behind her.
Sweetie listened intently, and heard the bathroom door open then close.
‘This is my chance to get out of here,’ she thought to herself. Dusty still lay bound and blindfolded on the bed. Careful not to make a sound, she slipped her shorts off the rest of the way and stood up. She slowly pushed the closet door open, and it was blessedly cooperative, rolling open without a sound.
She tiptoed across the room, around the bed and towards the door. She reached out to the doorknob, but stopped. If she opened the door, he would know, no matter how quiet it was. Her singing from the other room would be noticeably louder. She doubted she had time to wait for the song to reach that lull between cycles. Damn! There seemed to be no easy way to get out.
She looked over at him and couldn’t help but stare at the spectacle of it all: her schoolgirl crush lay there naked within arms reach, tied up and ready to cater to any fantasy a girl could come up with.
A terrible idea began to form in her mind. A wonderful, terrible idea.
She stared hungrily at his cock, which was even more intimidating up close. Throwing reason aside entirely, she opened the bedroom door, then closed it a moment later. Dusty turned his head, probably thinking that Rarity had come back. Sweetie smiled devilishly to herself. She pulled down her panties -- damp from saliva along the back, and girlcum down the front -- and tossed them into the closet, where she had left her shorts.
Wearing nothing but a white t-shirt and pink socks, she walked to the foot of the bed and stared hungrily at the huge erection in front of her. She stood at the foot of the bed, her tight t-shirt covering her perky little breasts, but her taut little bottom and smooth, hairless and increasingly moist vagina exposed to the cool air. His member was glistening with wetness -- Rarity’s saliva, mostly -- and throbbed slightly, yearning for her touch.
Sweetie crawled forward onto the bed and leaned over his crotch. With a very close view, she could see every little detail. It was also very clean, which struck her as a little surprising. Maybe Rarity was just being paranoid, and didn’t really need to make room to accommodate his considerable length after all. She always was such a neat freak when it came to hygiene. If Sweetie hadn’t seen it for herself, she probably wouldn’t even know that this huge cock had just been halfway up a horny girl’s butt.
She had always fantasized that her first blowjob would be in some kind of exotic or romantic setting, but it was starting to look like the real thing was going to be a bit less scripted, and a lot more messy. Sweetie placed a hand along the base of his shaft, and pulled it towards her. He moaned softly at her touch. Once it was pointing straight up, she stared uncertainly at the large, gently throbbing head. A faint streak of Rarity’s lipstick traced a ring about halfway down his length. A fresh droplet of precum began to slowly ooze out of the slit at the tip. She chewed on her lip. Fear, guilt and uncertainty tied her insides in cold knots. She stared for a long moment.
Fuck it.
She lowered her mouth to it, and just like Rarity had done earlier, Sweetie puckered her lips to gingerly kiss the tip. It was warm and soft on her lips, and she shivered, her heart going a mile a minute. She hesitantly stretched out her tongue and ran it over the small opening on the tip of his huge erection. The tiny droplet of precum was a little salty, not unlike when Sweetie licked her lips when she had a runny nose. She slid her lips further down, taking the whole head into her mouth as her tongue slid along the underside of his shaft. His penis didn’t really taste like anything at all, which was a little surprising to her. It smelled like drying saliva and expensive lipstick, but with a sharp, gamey undertone. The odor served as a subtle, yet unmistakable reminder of the very naughty penetration that his cock had been enjoying just a minute earlier.
Dusty moaned and pushed his hips upwards, aching for more. She obliged, opening her mouth and taking his member as deep into her mouth as she could. She savored the taste and sensation of it filling her mouth, even taking it a little ways into her throat. Although she had never given a blowjob before, she knew that she should be careful not to scrape it with her teeth. Remembering what she had seen Rarity do earlier, she used one hand to stroke the based of the shaft in sync with the up and down movements of her head. At the same time, she reached her other hand between her legs and pushed two fingers into her pussy.
‘Sweet Celestia, I can’t believe this is really happening,’ she thought blissfully, barely able to cobble together even that simple of a thought. She looked up at Dusty, and felt a little bad for deceiving him like this. Still sucking away, she pulled her hand out from between her legs, reached up to him and pulled the soaked pair of panties out of his mouth.
He licked his lips and smiled, “I guess you hadn’t sucked it enough earlier, huh?”
Sweetie kept sucking as she shook her head, gently tugging his cock from side to side and adequately answering his question.
“Hadn’t sucked it enough earlier? If he only knew I’ve got four years of pent-up sucking to give him.” she mused, smiling to herself. As she smiled, excess saliva trickled down his shaft and over her fingers as they steadied his member near its base.
“I guess it’s true what they say though,” he continued, hints of playfulness and arrogance readily apparent in his voice, “Every naughty girl can learn to love the taste of her own asshole.”
Sweetie scowled and blushed, again feeling that weird mix of arousal, annoyance and embarrassment. She pulled her lips away from his cock, scraping him roughly with her teeth, and making a loud, wet, popping sucking noise as his penis finally broke free. He flinched in pain, but said nothing. She sat up just enough to crawl forward on her hands and knees until her pelvis was over his. Like she had seen her sister do several minutes before, she placed one hand flat on his chest, and used the other to guide his penis towards her thoroughly drenched pussy.
“Damn,” she half-muttered under her breath, realizing that she didn’t have a condom. Perhaps worse still, she darkly remember that just the week before she had yet again missed the doctor’s appointment that she needed in order to get on the pill. Mild panic collided with the realization that Rarity would be back any minute.
‘Now or never, Sweetie Belle,’ she thought grimly. Before she could give herself any more chances to chicken out, she gripped his stiff rod firmly, and lowered her hips until she felt his warm cock pushing against her somewhat loosened ass. Her lower lip trembled, and her breath caught in her throat. The feeling was intoxicating: a mixture of overwhelming desire, tempered with the distinct fear of pain.
She lowered her hips a fraction of an inch further, gasping loudly as his member stretched out her little ring of muscles and the tender ripples of skin around the opening. The saliva from her oral ministrations just barely allowed him entrance, but the slight stinging, burning sensation from the remaining friction took her breath away. Her sphincter reflexively clenched around him, and she had to stop to catch her breath.
Gathering her wits, she moved her other hand from his chest to her crotch, concentrating on rubbing her clit while forcing her ass to relax. Somewhat to her surprise, the vaginal stimulation quickly eased the tension in her backdoor, allowing it to relax just enough for another inch of his penis to slowly slide up into her rectum.
At that moment, he flexed his cock, causing it to suddenly swell. The increase in length and girth wasn’t tremendous, but her tender rump was already stretched to the limit. Pain and pleasure shot through her like a bolt of lightning. Her hips jerked forward uncontrollably, inadvertently lifting her rump up and off of his member. She yelped out loud before she could stop herself.
As the sudden vocalization left her lips, that damnable voice squeak echoed through the room. Horrified, Sweetie pulled her hand away from her pussy and clamped it over her mouth. Holding her breath, she looked down, eyes wide, at the blindfolded man beneath her.
From the other room, the looping, recorded song drew to a close.
After what seemed like an eternity of silence, he very slowly raised one eyebrow. She bit into her lip, hoping beyond hope that his quizzical look didn’t mean he recognized her voice.
The silence was broken by the faraway sound of the kitchen timer going off, announcing that the final batch of cupcakes was finished baking. In a panic, Sweetie clambered off of him, swinging one leg over his torso and accidentally kicking him in the side of the head.
“Oww, what the fuck, watch it, you--” he grumbled, but was cut off as Sweetie stuffed Rarity’s damp panties back into his mouth.
She rushed to the bedroom door and opened it, peering out into the hallway just as her recorded song began again from the top. She wondered if she would be able to make it down the hall and into her bedroom without being caught, but looking down, she realized she was wearing nothing but a white t-shirt and pink socks. Her thoughts were interrupted by the hint of a moving shadow from underneath the bathroom door.
With a dizzying sense of desperation, she closed the bedroom door again, and retreated as quietly as she could back into Rarity’s closet. A few seconds later the toilet flushed, the bathroom sink ran briefly, and then came the faint sound of footsteps going down the stairs.
Sweetie tried to slow down her heartbeat and breathing as she mentally walked through the actions that her sister was probably taking.
Walk into the kitchen.
Turn off the oven.
Take an oven mitt off its hook.
Open the oven and pull out that final batch of cupcakes.
Set them on a the rack prepared earlier.
Hang up the mitt.
Set the timer for another 10 minutes so they can be cool enough to be frosted.
Return to…
The sound of footsteps on the stairway made her smile at how well she knew her sister. The smile didn’t last long, though: she swallowed the lump in her throat, only to be greeted by the faint leftover taste of Rarity’s deepest essence.
The door opened, and Sweetie cowered a bit further back into the closet as Rarity entered the room. Dusty turned his head, a little bit of drool leaking around the wet panties and out the corner of his mouth.
“My, my,” Rarity cooed softly. “I see you’re still as rock hard as you were when I left.”
Moving like a panther, she crawled onto the bed on all fours, approaching her plaything.
Sweetie crept back closer to the partially open closet door, carefully lowering herself into a kneeling position. Placing both hands over her lower belly, she used one hand to gently peel back her clitoral hood as she used the other to lightly stroke the tender little nub directly. All guilt and jealousy evaporated as she continued pleasuring herself as she watched her sister pick up where Sweetie had left off.
Rarity growled playfully as she circled her prey. With her back arched downward and her round rump high in the air, her tits swayed gently. Her puffy pink nipples brushed against the sheets as she crawled around, tormenting Dusty. After about a minute of this, her own lust got the best of her, and she turned her attention back to his swollen member. Without warning, she grabbed it delicately between a thumb and index finger. Crouching over him, she smoothly took the entire length deep into her throat. Her lips rested around the very bottom of his rod, just above the bulge of his rapidly constricting scrotum.
Her eyes watered from the effort to suppress her gag reflex, and a single tear stained her mascara as it trickled down her cheek.
Her breath shaking, Sweetie watched, wide-eyed as her big sister sucked his dick like a whore. Her fingers churned furiously around her engorged clit, pushing her close to climax.
“Mmmm…” Rarity moaned, blissfully ignorant of the fact that she was actually enjoying the taste of her own little sister’s asshole.
As Sweetie watched her sister perform this insanely dirty act, she felt a sense of vindication and satisfaction. A sense of victory. Her eyelids fluttered as her fingers gradually slowed and closed in on their prize.
Rarity bobbed her head up and down, taking his cock all the way in, then sliding it most of the way out. Her tits jiggled and expertly styled hair bounced: those long purple curls dancing seductively in time as she treated herself to a voracious throat-fucking.
Sweetie’s fingers slowed to a crawl as her hips began to buck spasmically, as if screaming for release.
Rarity slowed her sucking and blinked away more tears, her beautiful blue eyes silently promising heaven. Dusty’s hips nudged upwards, begging for the last few strokes he needed to achieve release. She lifted her head and tossed her hair back, eliciting a lot of wiggling and an impatient groan from him.
“Darling, I believe you promised to -- how did you say --” she paused dramatically to lick her lips, “cum down my throat?”
Hearing these words, Sweetie’s arousal careened over the edge. She thrust three fingers into her sopping wet cunt just as it began to violently contract. She turned her head to the side, biting into a mouthful of hair just to keep from screaming. Her other hand pushed rigidly against against her clit as her hips humped desperately against it. Her knees began to burn, rocking forward and backwards against the darkened closet’s carpet flooring.
Rarity was just a stroke or two away from tasting his cum, and she sensed his ejaculation rapidly approaching.
“Well too bad, Darling. We don’t always get what we want.”
In one sudden movement, she swung a leg over his midsection and dropped her hips rapidly towards his. Before Dusty even knew what was happening, every inch of his cock plunged through Rarity’s eager little pucker, up her rectum, and deep into her colon. That one heavenly thrust made him erupt. He moaned loudly, more saliva soaking Rarity’s panties and dribbling down his chin. He bucked his hips, forcing his throbbing member so far into her ass that she could feel her clenching sphincter tugging on the shortly trimmed hairs around the base of his cock.
As the first spurt of cum burst into her depths, Rarity pinched both of her nipples so hard she cried out. Right on the border between pleasure and pain, she rubbed each nipple roughly between a thumb and middle finger as wave after wave of hot cum spurted into her bowels. Her neglected pussy contracted in time with her rectum, spraying little spurts of fragrant clear fluid onto his belly.
Sweetie slumped against the inside of the doorframe, breathing in shaky gasps. Her own orgasm faded into a numbing afterglow as she watched her big sister get the assfucking of a lifetime. Sweetie’s pussy juices dripped freely from her gaping little snatch, coating the three fingers still lodged deep inside. A small pool of girl cum had begun soaking into the carpet between her knees.
She didn’t care. Panting softly, she let the lock of hair fall out of her mouth. A small strand of saliva hung lazily between her lips and her shoulder.
As the couple on the bed began to slow their frantic grinding, the three of them each retreated into their own unthinking haze for a few seconds.
Finally, Rarity lifted herself up, slowly easing her sore bottom up and off of his softening shaft. As she got up, a thick stream of sticky white cum bubbled loudly out of her asshole and spattered across his chest. She blushed, turning a deep shade of red.
Sweetie bit her lip to keep from laughing. There were few things she loved more than seeing her sister acting embarrassed.
“Not a word you,” she growled at Dusty.
Clenching her bottom awkwardly, she hobbled slowly to the bedroom door. Pausing to make sure Sweetie was still singing in her own bedroom, Rarity threw on her bathrobe, opened the door, and did a pitiful little penguin walk into the hallway. As she went, she clenched hard, desperate to contain the rest of that considerable load safely behind her hopelessly stretched out sphincter. Finally she closed the bedroom door behind her and made her way to the bathroom.
Sweetie opened the closet door and walked quietly up to the foot of the bed. She stared in amazement at the mess. Dusty’s chest heaved from the exertion, and he was covered in sweat. His cock wasn’t fully erect anymore, but it was still pretty big. Little white drops of cum were spattered around his belly, with a larger puddle on his chest, where Rarity had failed to keep it in. Rarity’s own ejaculate had pooled somewhat in his belly button. The entire room smelled like pussy, cum, sweat, and spent adrenaline.
As she gazed at the mess in front of her, she suddenly wanted more. As before, she opened the bedroom door, then closed it. He didn’t turn his head this time. She reached over and plucked Rarity’s panties from his mouth and dropped them onto the floor beside her. She climbed around to his side and lifted her leg up over his head. Rarity had made it look so easy, but Sweetie felt awkward and nearly lost her balance twice as she got into the 69 position.
Her fingers wrapped around his half-erect cock, and she felt the warm, slimy sensation of Rarity’s saliva and his semen. She hooked her ankles under his outstretched arms, which were still tied to the bedposts, and lowered her crotch to his face. Without a word, he wrapped his lips around her tender mound, and rested his tongue directly over her clit.
She inhaled sharply and squeezed his cock perhaps a little too tight. Afraid of giving up the game by using too much of her actual voice, she redoubled her efforts of sucking his cock. It rapidly became hard again, and she had to suppress a satisfied moan. With his tongue keeping her pussy busy and his dick filling her mouth, she reached behind her and squeezed her own rump. The soft flesh yielded to her grip, leaving a red hand print when she released it.
She teased herself with a few squeezes, then eased her middle finger into her butthole. As before, it clenched reflexively at first, but felt amazing. After tricking him into halfway assfucking her earlier, she expected her backdoor to be pretty loose. She was surprised to see that in the intervening minutes, it had become just as tight as before. Still, with a little coaxing from her finger, she managed to quickly tease it open again. Still sucking his dick tenderly, she grimaced at the lack of lubrication in her bottom.
As if sensing her need, he slid his tongue from her vaginal slit up to the finger in her bottom. He teased at her protruding finger, as if offering his help. Without a word, she plucked it from her bottom and let him wrap his lips around it. His tongue caressed her fingertip, generously coating it in saliva. Sweetie trembled at the deliciously evil thrill of both Dusty and Rarity savoring her naughtiest flavors in one afternoon.
She was suddenly glad she hadn’t put on the fake nails that she had planned to put on for the concert...fingering any opening must be so much more difficult with those things on, especially if it happens to involve a first time anal sex experience. Pleased with herself, she slid the finger back into her sphincter, sighing in pleasure as it effortlessly sank deep into her rectum while he turned his attention back to sucking on her clit.
Resting her upper body on her other elbow, she continued to jerk and suck him off as she gradually approached another climax. As the edge drew closer and closer, she forced her finger deeper into her own butt. His hips bucked, forcing his cock deep into her throat. She sputtered as her gag reflex sprang to life, but she willed it away and kept sucking.
As she sucked, she focused on keeping her teeth from dragging. She listened to the faraway sound of her own voice, and she closed her eyes, enjoying the melody.
The firm fullness in her mouth.
The warm tongue on her clit.
The finger gently probing deeper and deeper into her butt.
She even enjoyed the subtle leftover taste of Rarity’s warm, cum-filled asshole.
Her nervousness and embarrassment from earlier was gone, and a renewed confidence spurred her onward and amplified her pleasure. Just as she was about to reach her apex, he pulled his mouth away from her pussy. She made an impatient whining sound and kicked her feet in aggravation.
“I just want you to know,” he said just above a whisper “your cunt tastes a lot sweeter than your big sister’s.”
Sweetie barely had time to process what he had said when he came in her mouth. The first wave caught her so off guard, that it was down her throat and in her stomach before even her gag reflex could do anything about it. His shaft flexed in repeated throbbing pulses, as wave after wave of sticky, bitter cum squirted into her mouth. As the waves kept coming, she slowed down and stopped her sucking motion altogether, simply holding her lips around his shaft, forming a tight seal while tenderly caressing the tip of his cock with her tongue as the last spurts faded away.
Her own pleasure was almost forgotten, but a single well-placed lick brought her arousal raging forward again. She squeaked pitifully, her mouth still full of cum.
“Do me a favor, Sweetie Belle,” he said in a half-serious, half-teasing tone, “Swallow that down, so I can really hear you sing.”
Hearing him say her name made her dizzy. She did as she was told, swallowing the warm mess all in one gulp, then sliding his cock out of her mouth, licking up a few stray pearly droplets as she went. She was right in the middle of catching her breath when he gave her one last lick, starting from just before her clit and ending at her finger, which was still lodged firmly in her asshole.
“Oh, sweet Luna,” she whimpered, abandoning her previous efforts to stifle her voice, as she teetered on the brink of another climax.
He breathed softly on her little pink clit, and that was all it took.
“C’mon, little Ice Cream Girl. Sing for me.”
And sing she did.
Her pussy clenched and squeezed against itself in the first of many spasms. It wasn’t very loud, but it was the most heart-felt, achingly adorable orgasm Dusty had ever heard. Her sphincter clamped down on her finger, squeezing it in time with her orgasm. Her knees trembled, feebly squeezing his torso, and her feet flailed against the pillows. Her heart pounded ferociously beneath her breasts, which were covered in beads of sweat.
For almost a minute, she clenched, re-clenched, moaned softly and gasped, still balancing on her knees and one elbow, with a finger in the tight grip of her puckering rosebud. Eventually she lost her balance, and fell over onto her side, still convulsing sporadically from the sensory overload, echoing and muddling into a dull roar in her ears.
She would have been content to remain in that state of bliss for hours, but the sound of the toilet flushing startled her back to reality. Her eyes shot open and she scrambled up off the bed. Looking around frantically, she finally remembered what she needed to do. She rushed to the closet and grabbed her discarded panties and shorts. In her rush, she put her panties on backwards, and buttoned her shorts without zipping them up. Her knees were still weak from the pair of powerful orgasms, and she nearly tripped several times in her haste.
She ran to the bedroom door, then stopped as she remembered one last thing. Bending over gingerly, she scooped up Rarity’s panties, still soaked in saliva.
“How did you know?” Sweetie asked in a hurried whisper.
“She has long nails, and you don’t.”
Sweetie glanced down at her short, unpainted nails and groaned, irritated that she didn’t realize that herself.
He chuckled at her consternation, then nodded, “But hey, I was telling the truth: you really do taste amazingly sweet.”
She furrowed her brow, not sure what to make of that. “I…” she began, but stopped when the bathroom sink turned off. Rarity would be here in a matter of seconds.
“I...” she tried again, but couldn’t put her jumbled thoughts and emotions into words.
He opened his mouth to say something, but she stuffed Rarity’s panties back into his mouth and rushed for the door. She opened it, stepped into the hallway, and pulled it shut behind her took two steps towards her own room when the bathroom door opened. Sweetie froze, the stairwell to her side and Rarity’s bedroom door right behind her.
Rarity walked out of the bathroom, then stopped, clearly surprised to see her little sister in the hallway. Rarity glared at Sweetie, then turned slowly to look at the younger girl’s bedroom door. Her recording from earlier was still playing. Sweetie cringed as her big sister walked up to her.
“You’re unbelievable, Sweetie Belle,” she said in a flat, disapproving tone, “Truly disappointing.”
The girls stared at each other, measuring up the situation. A very long minute passed, and Sweetie began to wither under her sister’s glare. Her resolve cracked, then her guilt came flooding back. She hung her head and a sob escaped her.
“I’m so sorry, I...I just couldn’t help myself,” she began, “I knew it was wrong, but…” She stole a glance at her big sister, and cringed at the wilting, unspoken accusation.
“Why should you have all the fun?” Sweetie blurted out. “It’s not fair!”
Rarity blinked, taken completely aback by her little sister’s reaction.
“Come now, no need to be so dramatic,” Rarity offered, then tried to soften the blow, “You’re welcome to have as much as you like, I...I just hoped you would wait until after I was finished, is all. Don’t you understand?”
“Wait…” Sweetie wiped her eyes, entirely confused. “You what??”
“It’s all over your face, dear. Literally.” Rarity steadied Sweetie’s chin with one hand, used the other to dab at the sticky white droplets at the corner of Sweetie’s mouth.
“At least it was the vanilla frosting,” Rarity said with a sigh. “We have plenty more of that.”
“Vanil…?” Sweetie began to say, then stepped back half a step and licked the corner of her lips.
She tasted cum, and her face turned a deep shade of red. Her heart was pounding so hard, she was afraid Rarity would actually hear it.
Now it was Rarity’s turn to look confused, “Earth to Sweetie Belle. The vanilla frosting from the cupcakes you were sneaking.”
Sweetie blinked, and finally pieced it together. She wiped away the tears that had welled up in her eyes and swallowed hard.
“I won’t ever do it again,” she lied.
“Well then,” Rarity said, seeming satisfied, “Don’t you have a concert to get ready for?”
Sweetie nodded rapidly, lowered her head, and walked stiffly past Rarity, towards her own bedroom door.
Rarity watched her go, still a little puzzled at her sister’s apparent over-reaction. Once Sweetie had closed her bedroom door behind her, Rarity returned to her own room. Dusty still lay on the bed, just as she had left him. She realized she was still holding the face wipe from earlier, so she set it on the dresser.
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Sweetie Belle had left the house by the time Rarity finished untying Dusty. She absentmindedly wished the younger girl could get ready for school that quickly. Her boyfriend got in the shower to clean up. Picking up the tissue from the dresser, Rarity walked downstairs to finish icing the last batch of cupcakes for the upcoming party.
As she entered the kitchen, she saw something that made her stop in her tracks. She stared at the pan of cupcakes, unable to comprehend what she was seeing.
None of them were missing.
The final batch sat on the counter, untouched.
The other batches were still neatly stacked up nearby, with all baked good accounted for.
The can of frosting that she intended to use for the cooling batch sat on the kitchen island, still sealed.
Slowly...very slowly...she looked down at the tissue in her hand. She stared at it for a long moment, pondering the situation. Finally, with the faintest of suspicions coalescing in the back of her mind, she flicked her tongue against the now-cold droplet staining the tissue.
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Outside, all the way up and down the block, dozens of birds took flight simultaneously. In a panic they leapt from their evening roosts, startled by a high-pitched shriek that pierced the balmy air.
“Sweetie Belle!”