“Sunny that feels great,” I said as I laid in my bed in the nude. “Can you massage my breasts also. Mmmm. That's what I'm talking about.”
I felt a bead of sweat roll off the side of my forehead as I closed my eyes to immerse myself in the pleasure. I began to arch my back slightly as the contact with my breasts slowly moved down my front, past my navel and gently touched my clitoris.
“Oh, Sunny, that's the spot right there,” I moaned just before taking a deep breath. “Rub it gently… yeah like that. Oh, baby, that's awesome.”
Suddenly the pleasure stopped. “What are you going to do with my glasses?” I asked, confused. My insides began melting away once more as one of my glasses legs began rubbing against my g-spot. “Oh, Sunny! You're so kinky today.”
“Twily! Come for breakfast!”
“I plan on it. Mmmm… just a little more,” I said as I continued to moan in ecstasy. “I'm almost there. Keep going.”
Then, I heard a voice that didn't belong.
“Twily, it's time for-” Mom shouted as she stood in the doorway. “Oh my god, Twily! What are you doing with your glasses?”
“Mom! What the fuck?!” I shouted uncharacteristically.
She continued to stand in my door frame, leaving my naked body exposed to the hallway. “Young lady, do not use that language with me,” she scolded as I scrambled to pick a sheet off the floor.
“I'm sorry,” I said as I wrapped the sheet around myself, “but I was freaking jilling off and you barged right in without knocking.”
“Twily, I called you for breakfast and you didn't answer so I wanted to make sure you were awake,” she explained.
“You still could've knocked,” I fussed.
There was an awkward pause between the two of us before Mom went back on the offensive. “Twily this is not normal.”
“What isn't normal?”
“The amount of masturbating that you've been doing.”
“What's that supposed to mean?”
“Twily, this is the fourth time I've caught you masturbating in the last three days. The only people that masturbate that much are sexual deviants.”
I wrapped the sheet around my body tighter as Mom sat on the end of the bed. “Mom, I am not a sexual deviant. I just haven't had any type of sexual activity in the last week and a half, due to my and Sunny’s cycles.”
“It doesn't matter. It's just not normal to be touching yourself this much,” she told me.
“You've walked in on me each time I've tried getting off in the last three days. This may be more information than you want to know, but I'm horny as hell right now. I haven't orgasmed in nearly two weeks,” I complained. “I need some freakin’ privacy.”
“Twily, honey, masturbation isn't healthy for you. It just causes you to become more obsessed with sex the more you do it,” Mom said, setting her hand on my covered leg.
“Ugh,” I groaned as I rolled my eyes, “masturbation is healthy.”
“How?!”
It was with that question that I went into lecture mode. “Mom, regular masturbation helps prevent cervical infections and urinary tract infections. Plus it helps lower the risk of type-2 diabetes, reduce insomnia, and relieve pent-up stress.”
“Okay, so touching yourself keeps you healthier. Twily I just don't-I’m sorry but can you stop playing with your nipple.”
I then realized that I had been subconsciously playing with one of my nipples through the sheet as we had our talk. “Sorry, Mom. I just wish you would knock before you just come rushing in. Either that or put some locks on the doors,” I complained.
“Twily, if you need some extra privacy just tell me,” Mom said.
“Mom! I'm not going to tell you every time I'm going to try to get off! Just knock on my damn door before you come in,” I shouted. “That way I can have a chance to cover up.”
“Very well. I will try to do better.”
“Thank you.”
“I do have one question, though,” she said.
“Yes?”
“How long have you been using your glasses to masturbate with?”
“Honestly, today was the first time,” I replied with a slight blush.
Mom slowly stood up with an odd look on her face before making her way to the door. “Twily, I think we should talk more about this later,” she said quietly. “Using your fingers is one thing, as are adult toys, but to use what is made to correct your vision is just… well, there may be a problem.”
“Mom, I'm just exploring my sexuality,” I explained. “People do weird things sometimes when they in an exploratory mindset. I swear I'm not a sexual deviant.”
“Okay,” she said as she left my room. “Breakfast is on the table whenever you're ready to eat.”
“Thanks, I'll be down in a few minutes.”
Mom closed the door to return my privacy and I went back to work. I threw off the sheet I was wrapped up in and reached in my nightstand. I pulled out a bullet vibrator, the same one me and Sunny used on Princess Celestia on spring break (thoroughly cleaned, of course). I slid it down my stomach and held it against my clit as I turned the power on.
“Oh fuck yes,” I moaned as I slowly inserted it into my love canal. My toes began to curl as the pleasure flowed throughout my body. As the bullet continued to do its job, I rubbed my clit with my left hand while gently tugging my nipples with my right hand. I bit my bottom lip to try keeping the moaning down. Fuck this is going to be worth it. I thought as I brought myself closer to the impending climax...
...Until there was a knock on my door.
“Just… a minute,” I shouted as my breathing started returning to normal. I pulled the bullet out and returned it to the drawer before grabbing the sheet from the floor to cover myself up with.
“I'm never going to get off,” I groaned, “unless…”
I sat patiently on a bench in the girls’ locker room as I waited for Sunny to reply to my request to meet me. After a couple minutes, I finally got her response:
I’ll be there in a couple minutes.
A wave of excitement and worry flowed through my body as I thought about my plans. I knew that no one would be in the locker room due to the graduation ceremony in about an hour. My train of thought was broken as I heard the door squeak as it opened.
“Twi? Where are you at?” I heard Sunny call.
“On the bench near the shower area,” I replied.
“Hey, what’s up?” she asked before giving me a small kiss.
“I'm really nervous about my speech and I needed some reassurance.”
“Is that all?” she responded. “You are going to be fine, babe. It's just five minutes or so; if that.”
“Yeah. What if I mess up? I'll be the laughing stock of our graduating class,” I said as I stealthily began pulling up her graduation gown.
“Twilight, you won't mess up. The perfectionist that you are-um, what are you doing?” she asked as she realized my left hand was halfway up her thigh.
I leaned in and gave her a passionate kiss while cupping her right tit. “Sunny, I'm so fucking horny right now,” I whispered. “I haven't gotten off in almost two weeks.”
“You do know that you don't need me to orgasm,” she told me. “You have your bedroom-”
“Yeah, right. This morning my mom walked in on me flicking the bean for the fourth time in three days,” I complained.
“Damn. Why didn't you lock the door?”
“Because I don't have a lock on my door,” I answered as my hand had found its way under her skirt that she was wearing beneath her gown.
“Twi, are you sure that you want to do this here?” she asked nervously.
I guided her face so she was staring me in the eyes. “No one is going to be in here today and as horny as I am, it won't take long for me to get off,” I said in almost a whisper, “plus I can share the pleasure with you.”
She sat there looking into my pleading eyes before checking her phone and then unzipping her gown. “We've got half an hour before they take attendance. Do you-”
“That’s more than enough time,” I interrupted, removing my gown as well.
“Babe, should we lock the… mmmph,” she asked just as I planted a kiss on her lips. I ran my hands under the back of her shirt until I reached the hooks for her bra. Sunny, meanwhile, focused on unbuttoning the front of my blouse to reveal my bare chest. “Twi, you didn't wear a bra?!”
“Mmmm… no. It kept rubbing against my nipples and made me hornier,” I moaned. “Kiss my neck, Sunny.” I let out another moan as her lips made contact with the underside of my jaw. “That feels… mmmm, yeah.” I slipped my arms out of my blouse to allow better access to my perky, sensitive tits.
By now, I had both of my hands under Sunny’s loosened bra tugging at her nipples. She moaned into my neck as she slowly laid me on my back on the wooden bench. She leaned up and gazed at me with an erotic look in her eyes. “Did you go forego the panties also?”
“Why don't you undo my skirt and find out,” I teased, pulling off her blouse.
She didn't hesitate at all in responding to my challenge. She slowly and sensually ran her fingers down my sides until she reached the zipper.
“Do it, Sunny.”
With the final words of encouragement, she unzipped my skirt and slid it off. She let out a surprised gasp as she saw my panty-clad crotch. “Um, Twi, how long were you masturbating before I came in here?”
“I wasn't. Why?”
“Your panties are fucking soaked,” she said, poking at the crotch of my underwear. “Are you really that horny?”
I only nodded as she removed my underwear from my body. She began kissing me just below my navel; slowly working her way down toward my burning pussy.
“Don't tease me, Sunny… I'm on fire,” I pleaded. She gave my clit a small flick, sending a jolt of euphoria through my body; from my toes to my head. “Oh yes! Do it to me!”
“Twi, pipe down,” she fussed. “Just because no one else is in here doesn't mean the doors are soundproof.”
“Sorry… it's just… oh my god,” I moaned as she began rubbing the inside of my love tunnel. A sly smile spread across her face as she began to slowly piston my insides.
“Are you feeling better?” she asked before she started sucking on my clit.
I bit my lip as the pleasure continued. My toes curled inside my shoes as my legs slowly lifted from their dangling position on either side the bench. It felt so good that I didn't want it to end. I had been needing the impending release for nearly two weeks.
“Twi, lift your butt so I can move your graduation gown,” Sunny instructed to which I complied. “I don't think you want it getting ruined, do you?”
“Uh-uh. Hurry up, though. I'm almost there,” I said through my ragged breathing. “Then it's your turn. I promise.”
A devious, almost evil smile crossed Sunny’s face as I made that admission. “Here it comes,” she said. Suddenly, I felt it only her index and middle fingers in my pussy but she had extended her pinkie finger to penetrate my ass at the same time.
“Oh, fuck… Sunny… I'm… I'm cumming… hard…”
No sooner those words left my mouth I felt the best orgasm since the night at Fluttershy’s place after the prom. Unfortunately, I didn't have much time to recover because of the time crunch we were on. Sunny dropped her skirt and bright yellow thong and got into position for me to have brunch.
“Sunny, you shaved,” I said as I looked at the absence of pubic hair.
“Special occasion,” she responded.
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah, Pinkie's graduation party this Friday night,” she said with a smirk.
I took that smirk as the signal to start pleasuring her. I licked her clit which caused her to begin moaning immediately. I moved lower and began exploring her insides; which were already beginning to overflow with her juices.
“Sunny, have you gotten off lately?” I asked as I paused the probing of her pussy.
“Mmmm… yes. Three days ago…”
“Jeez, your fluids are almost at orgasm levels,” I told her as I tickled her G-spot with my middle finger.
“The possibility… oh yeah… of us getting caught… has got me in a heightened state… fuck yes… a heightened state of arousal,” she explained as she was already nearing an orgasm.
“I guess we’ll have to do this more often then,” I suggested.
“Sure, whatever. Just finish me off,” she begged. I added a second finger to her pussy as I went back to work, sucking on her clit. About minute later, she wrapped her legs around my head, arched her back and let out the loudest whinny I ever heard.
“Damn. That was intense, Sunny,” I said as I wiped some of the juices from my mouth.
“I… I know,” she panted. “Sorry about squeezing your head, babe.”
I moved so I could kiss her. As our lips were locked together we heard something from the shower area. We slowly got up and tiptoed toward the shower room, where we could hear the sound of someone gasping for air.
“I thought you checked the locker room for other people,” Sunny panicked.
“Yeah, the locker room but not the shower room,” I admitted.
“Twilight! Why didn't you check the showers?”
“I guess it slipped my mind,” I said as I felt a slight blush make its way onto my face.
We made it to the doorway of the showers and cautiously peeked in. What we saw surprised the hell out of both of us. Laying in the middle of the room, naked and spread eagle was Wallflower Blush.
“Wallflower?!” Sunny and I asked in unison.
“Hi… hi guys,” she said through her heavy breathing.
“What are you doing in here?” I asked her.
“You see,” she began as I took a long look at her all natural bush, “I saw you head this way and you looked like you were upset about something. So I followed you in here but before I could say anything, you got on your phone and sent a text to someone. I assume it was Sunset since she was the one who showed up.
“Anyway, I stayed in here hoping to learn how to comfort someone but I, um, well, you guys started getting freaky. It was turning me on and I quickly began frigging myself. I tried being as quiet as I could but I had never seen someone else having sex and I was so fascinated by it that I had to masturbate.”
Sunny went into full panic mode. “You saw what we were doing?”
Wallflower slid back to a corner and tried making herself smaller. “Yes and I'm so sorry. I took advantage of your friendship and used it so I could obtain my own personal sexual gratification.”
“Well-” I started.
“I gave into my perverse fetish while you were having an intimate moment in public,” Wallflower said as she began to cry.
“Okay… so you have a voyeurism fetish,” Sunny said. “It's not the worst thing to get you going.”
Sunny and I sat down on the floor on either side of her to try to calm her down. “I'm a freak of nature,” she cried.
Sunny gave me a knowing look which I understood. It was time to reveal our fetishes.
“Wallflower, we all have fetishes,” I told her as I wrapped an arm around her. “Take Sunny, for example. She’s got an anal fetish.”
“Is that true?”
A proud smile spread across her face. “Sure is. I've got four butt plugs and two sets of anal beads.”
“So what’s Twilight’s fetish?”
Sunny reached across Wallflower to take my hand. “Twilight enjoys group sex.”
Wallflower wiped her eyes and sniffled before asking, “Do… do you know if any of your friends have kinks? I promise I won't tell anyone.”
“They're your friends too, Wallflower,” I reminded her.
“And yes they do have kinks,” Sunny added.
“Would you be willing to share them with me?”
Sunny and I looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders before laying out everyone’s secrets out.
“Fluttershy has a foot fetish; for my feet specifically,” Sunny started.
“Rarity has a thing for BDSM as the dominant one,” I said, thinking back to Sunny’s ‘First Dildo Party’.
“Pinkie Pie incorporates food into her sex life,” Sunny said.
“Rainbow Dash is a panty sniffer. We never expected that,” I explained with a chuckle.
“Finally, Applejack is also into BDSM-” Sunny started.
“As the submissive,” I interrupted.
Wallflower sat there between us slack-jawed as she processed the info we gave her.
“Um, how did you learn all this?”
“There's more that goes on at Pinkie’s parties than people think,” I said with a smile. “We should probably think about getting dressed.”
“Good idea,” Sunny said before turning her attention to Wallflower. “You know, she's throwing an extra special graduation party Friday night. Do you want to come along?”
“I… I don't know,” Wallflower replied hesitantly. “It's one thing to be invited by a host, it's something completely different to be invited by another guest.”
“Hey, if I know Pinkie, if would tell her that you're coming to the party, she'd have about five more cakes made for the party within an hour,” Sunny said with a giggle.
Before Wallflower could give us a definitive answer, we heard the locker room door open.
“Y’all wanna get yourselves untied from whatever it is yer doing? They're gonna do the roll call in a few minutes,” we heard Applejack shout. The three of us just stood there, half-dressed, looking at each other and laughing.
