. . . went down on me.
You looked around, frowning in mild confusion at just how empty the street out in front of Pinkie’s house was. Normally, when the girl was throwing a party it would be packed with cars. Practically everyone at school would always try to make it. Of course, she had thrown her own birthday party yesterday, and you figured most of them had probably been there. Maybe they were just too tired to come back for round two.
You never missed a Pinkie Pie party, and besides, you had nothing better to do for the weekend. Saturdays were the best.
You walked up, hearing music playing from inside the house, and knocked on the door. You heard some banging and rattling sounds, and then the door opened and there was Pinkie, head still bobbing along to the tune of the Comets ”Shake, Rattle and Roll”.
You blinked as you looked at her outfit. A tight yellow tank top with a Pi symbol on the front was barely enough cover for the girl’s c-cup breasts, and showed quite well that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. A short, pink skirt that barely came to the middle of her thighs and a pair of thigh high, blue and yellow polka dot leg warmers that left her toes exposed completed the outfit. She wasn’t wearing any shoes, at all, and your eyes were inadvertently drawn to her feet, looking at the way the fabric clung to the curve of her arches and around the lines of her toes.
Her hug snapped you out of it, as she jumped up and wrapped her arms around your neck. “Heya, Nonny! I’m SO glad you could make it! This party just wouldn’t’ve happened without you!”
You shook your head, trying to remove the thoughts of your just-turned-eighteen friend’s feet. You glanced at her as she pulled you inside and shut the door.
“Yeah, where is everyone, Pinkie?” You ask, frowning, and she giggles.
“Silly! You’re the only one I invited!”
You blink. “Whut?”
“This is my “Day-After-My-Eighteenth-Birthday-Party” party, after all!” Her eyes became heavy lidded and she stepped forward, placing her hands on your chest. “And you’re the only one I wanted here, for it.”
You stumble back, eyes going wide at the look on her face. “Wh-Wha?!” You stammer, trying to back up, but she follows right along with you, keeping you from making any distance between the two of you.
“What did you think I would want to do for this party? I just turned legal, Nonny! It’s time to pop this cherry!” She said, grinning from ear to ear, and stepped forward faster, pecking your lips with hers.
You jerked back, and felt your legs catch on something. With a yelp, you fell backwards, landing hard and realized you had fallen onto her couch. You gulped looking up at her as she licked her lips.
“B-B-But, Pinkie . . . Wha-wha-what about your parents?!”
Her grin somehow got even wider, eyes glittering. “Their out of town for the weekend, along with my sisters! They left this morning, and left me here to watch the house!”
You gaped, but before you could say anything, she was on you, pouncing like a kitten onto a toy mouse. Her mouth found yours and you felt her tongue slide inside of you, licking around your teeth and across your gums. Instinctively, you met her, your tongue gliding over her muscle, dancing around it as your hands came up to her back.
You drank in her taste, like cherries and cupcakes, and reached up, burying a hand into her curly mane of hair, and groaned lightly into the kiss. She ran her hands over your sides and chest, moaning as she ground against your lap, shifting to put her legs on either side of you.
You felt her take your other hand in hers and pull it around, pressing it to her breast, and you gave a soft sigh into the kiss, squeezing and massaging the mound of flesh through the fabric of her top. She moaned again, breaking the kiss this time as her back arched. You watched her arch above you, biting her lip in pleasure. You let your hand fall from her hair, sliding down her neck and joined your other hand on her breasts. She shivered at your touch, looking down at you, her blue eyes shining.
You smiled at her, feeling the bulge in your trousers throb, and saw by the look on her face she felt it to.
“Oooohh! You seem happy to be here!”
“Oh, yeah.” You say, as you slide one hand down to her hip, stroking over the swell of her ass, and she smiles, licking her lips, and bends down, kissing you again. You meet her fully this time, smiling into the feeling of her mouth on yours, her tongue in your mouth, the feel of her teeth against your own muscle, and the taste of her saliva gliding over your taste buds.
She’s really an amazing kisser!
You squeezed and massaged her perfect, round ass, slipping your hand around the edge of her skirt and feeling the silky smooth skin of her buttocks against your palm, and feeling her breath catch slightly at the contact. Unable to resist, your lifted your hand and gave her rump a light smack. With a gasp, she broke the kiss, looking down at you with fire in her eyes.
“Naughty boy!” She said, grinning, and you wiggled your eyebrows at her
“Says the naughty girl who invited a boy over to her house so she could get her cherry popped.”
She put a finger to her chin for a moment, as though thinking, then shrugged. “Eh, fair enough. Ya know, with anyone else but me, this plot would seem contrived.”
You blink up at her for a second, confused, then shake your head, smiling crookedly, and pull her down to kiss her again. Your hand slides further up under her skirt, feeling along until you run into the lace edge of her panties. You run your hand along the border, feeling her shiver at the contact, and your cock throbs inside your pants. Unwillingly, your hips buck slightly, pushing your bulge up into her crotch from below.
She gasped once more, breaking the kiss and looked down at you, shivering. She put her hands on your chest and pushed herself up, and started moving down. Your confusion was temporary as she crawled backwards until she was looking down at your crotch, her feet hooked over the arm of the couch. She rolled her big, blue eyes up to look at you as she ran her hands up your thighs.
She hesitated for a moment, but then her hand found the bulge in your jeans, and your head dropped back with a groan. She massaged your shaft through the denim, her delicate, slender fingers stroking and teasing, before you felt her hand move, and then your zipper was sliding down. You lifted your head and looked down at her as she stared at your crotch, fully focused on it as she opened your fly. Her gentle hand slipped softly into your trousers, and then her flesh found yours, and you had to bite your lip to keep from crying out.
The music in the background had changed, Anka crooning aloud about his girl laying her head on his shoulder, and Pinkie pulled your shaft out of your pants, her long fingers wrapping around it, squeezing it, then loosening to stroke softly over it’s length. She teased the tip of your dick with one finger, and you let out a ragged breath as she leaned in, looking up at you as she breathed softly over the sensitive flesh.
Her lips made contact with the head of your shaft, a soft peck of the lips that would have been chaste had it been on your mouth. It made your heart stutter in your chest as she breathed in your scent, her lips lingering just close enough that you could feel them, without actually touching. Then her little tongue darted out, flicking over you, and your head dropped back as you let out a strangled groan.
You looked back at her in time to see her dip her head down, nuzzling against the base of your shaft, before lifting her head, running her tongue over your cock from base to tip, which she then kissed again, lingering longer this time. She glanced up at you, eyes shimmering, before she pressed her mouth over your dick, her lips applying pressure, making it tight as she squeezed you inside.
Her tongue lashed across the head of your shaft as she took you into her mouth and began sucking. It must’ve been all those damn lollipops she ate, but her skill was amazing. Her head started to bob up and down in short, quick movements, her tongue wrapping around you and licking at you as she moved. You rested one hand on her head, not taking control from her, but just petting and stroking her hair as she worked.
You had nothing against deepthroating, but there was something sweet and nice about just a simple blowjob where the girl had all the control. Maybe you were a romantic, but you preferred that to the sort of savage throat fucking that so many liked.
You moaned softly as she worked, and her big baby blues rolled up again to look at you.
“Oh, good girl, Pinkie. You’re really good at this!” You said, and you saw her eyes light up, as though with joy, or maybe laughter, you weren’t sure, and right at that moment you really didn’t care. She kept going, lavishing your cock with her mouth, her saliva running down your length and getting your jeans wet.
You tapped her head and she looked up again. “Hold off a sec. Let me take these pants off, huh?”
She slowly drew her head back, her mouth leaving you with a muffled pop, and she set back, smiling at you as you shifted around, loosened your belt and pulled your jeans off, throwing them aside. Figuring you might as well, you pulled your t-shirt off as well, tossing it into a pile with them. Fully naked in front of her for the first time, her eyes drank you in, and she leaned in, running her hands over your chest and down your abs. She leaned in, planting a tiny kiss on your neck, and slowly trailed down your body, over your chest, to your abs, lips leaving small spots of fire behind.
They found your shaft again, and this time she slid further down, nuzzling her face against your ballsack. She breathed in deeply, and gave them a lick, before taking one orb into her mouth and starting to suck on her softly. As she did, her hands found your cock, both of them gently beginning to stroke over it’s length, and you groaned as you watched her, eyes wide.
She came off your balls with a wet pop, and slid up, nuzzling her cheek against your dick as she moved up, and planted a cute little kiss on it’s tip, her eyes burning as they looked at you. “You likey?
You smiled at her. “Oh, fuck yeah. How. . . how are you so good at that?!”
She tilted her head, eyes shining like she was reading a particularly good joke. “Whatever do you mean?”
“Well, I mean, for a virgin, you’re amazing!”
The music changed again, the dulcet “Hmmm”s of Little Bitty Pretty One filling the air. She looked at you for a minute, with a funny look on her face, more and more looking like she’d been sucking on a lemon, before suddenly she burst out laughing. You frowned at her, sitting up slightly, but then jerked towards her as she laughed so hard that she tipped over backwards and fell off the arm of the couch.
You scrambled over and looked down at her, where she lay, clutching her tummy and laughing uproariously.
“What the hell’s so funny?!” You ask, looking at her, and she looks up at you, holding up a hand to tell you to wait. After a few minutes, she finally gets her laughter under control, and sits up, wiping her eyes with one hand.
“Oh, Nonny, you silly boy! What made you think I was a virgin?! That’s hilarious!”
You blink at her for a long, slow minute. “But. . . But you just turned eighteen yesterday!”
She glanced up at you, quirking an eyebrow as though to say ”Yes, and?”. You stare for a minute, but then hold up a hand. “You said you were! You said that I was here because you’d just turned legal, and you wanted your cherry popped!”
She nodded, smirking. “Yepperooni! I just turned legal, which means I can finally just invite boys or girls I want to do the dirty with over, instead of having to sneak around! And, as for my cherry. . . “
She reaches up, pulling herself up by the arm of the couch until she’s nose to nose with you, her big blues looking deep into your eyes.
“. . . I do still have one hole that’s virgin, Nonny.” She wiggles her eyebrows at you, and your eyes go wide, a blush blossoming over your face.
“Oh.”
She smirks. “Yep, yep-yep-yep! I want you to, uhh. . . . Come in the back door. Drive your hot rod up my Hershey Highway. Stir my peanut butter. Dance the chocolate cha-cha!”
“Okay, I get it!” You say, sitting back on the couch with your eyes wide and your face on fire. She climbs up and over the arm of the couch, crawling over to you. She slips up onto your lap, one hand curling around the back of your neck, while the other bats playfully at your dick, and she giggles as it wobbles back and forth.
“So, your little head still seems interested! What about you?” She asked, looking you in the eye, and in spite of her grin, and her playful attitude, you can see a seriousness in her eyes. If you weren’t interested, you could just say so, and it would be fine. She’d probably take care of your . . . little problem, and then send you home. You’d still be friends in the morning.
If you weren’t interested.
“Yeah. Yeah, okay.” You say, smiling, and she bursts into a big, wide grin.
“Yippee!!!” She exclaimed, leaning in and giving you a deep kiss, before hopping off your lap and grabbing your hand. With a surprising amount of strength and speed, she yanked you off the couch and to the stairs. Upstairs, past the bathroom and her sisters’ rooms, to a door painted bright pink with all kinds of stickers plastered all over the front of it.
She opened the door, twirling you around as though you were dancing and pushing you inside. You found yourself in a very, very pink room, although other colours, primarily blue and yellow, were present as well. Your attention was reclaimed by the sexy pink girl, who grabbed you and pulled you into a deep kiss. As her tongue played around inside your mouth, she walked forward, pushing you before her until your knees caught the edge of her bed, and you fell back into the comfy embrace of itss sheets and blankets.
She stepped back, eyeing you as she did, and ran her hands down her body, accentuating her curves and giving her sexy ass a wiggle. “So, anything you’d like me to leave on?”
You bit your lip, looking her over. “The st-stockings.”
“Ohh, good choice! And, hey, maybe I can give you a footjob, later! Rub my soft soles all over your dick! I know you’d like that, as often as you stare at them!”
You blush, eyes wide as saucers. “Y-You-You mean you . . . n-n-noticed that?!”
“Well, duh! I have a sixth sense about those kinds of things, ya know? Don’t worry about it, Nonny! They haven’t invented the fetish yet that can make me flinch! There’s a reason people like to call me ‘Kinkie Pie’! If you want to play with my feet, later, you can all you want! But, first; butt first!” She said, giggling, and then her eyes became lidded, and she ran her hands slowly back up her body. Her fingers hooked under the hem of her top and she slowly lifted it, pulling it off over her head.
Her breasts flopped free, jiggling a bit, and you stared. They weren’t huge, thankfully, but rather a pair of c-cups that were the perfect handful. You never really thought of yourself as a boob man, but you had to admit that the site of those full jugs sitting there made your fingers itch a bit to touch them.
She smiled, noticing your attention, and took a minute to press her tits together, wiggling a bit to show them off to you, before she slid her hands down her bare tummy, which drew your eyes to how flat her stomach was. She wasn’t skinny, but she was slim, without being unhealthy. You had no idea how she kept that kind of figure, with all the sugar she ate, but figured it probably had to do with how bloody hyperactive she was. She probably burned a few thousand calories every time she went out the door!
Her fingers slid under the edge of her skirt, and she teased, sliding her fingers back and forth a bit, before she slowly turned, bending over and easing her skirt down over her long legs, leaving her frilly blue panties on. She kicked the skirt aside, and wiggled her now mostly bare ass at you for a moment, her pussy lips making a very noticeable, wet outline in the cotton of her panties, before she slowly stood, running her hands back up her legs.
She paused were her hands cupping her firm, round cheeks, and gave one a light little slap. You watched as the flesh jiggled in response, and it sent a pang of lust through you that made you want to jump up and grab her, pin her to the bed and ravish her. But you didn’t. You stayed seated on the bed, your dick throbbing, heart racing as you watched her tease you.
She ran her fingers over the hem of her panties, and slowly tucked her fingers under the edge, and began to gently, softly, slowly roll them down. As she went she slowly bent over, her panties slipping down, and down, and down, until she suddenly stopped. Just shy of showing off her donut hole, and you groaned as she looked at you with a teasing expression on her face. She turned, facing you, and finished taking them off, keeping her eyes locked on you as she went.
She slid her panties off, stepping out of them, and stood, taking a step forward, looking down at you as she leaned over and draped the damp cotton over your pulsing cock. She then climbed up onto the bed with you, smiling as you took the panties in your hand, lifting them to your face and breathing in the scent of them, before tossing them aside. She leaned in, kissing you deeply as your hand slid up, cupping her breast and giving it a squeeze. She sighed softly into the kiss, pushing you down onto the bed before breaking the kiss and sitting up on her knees. She reached up, her hand disappearing into her hair and dug around a second, before coming out, holding a small plastic squeeze bottle in her hand.
“Don’t wanna start without lube!” She exclaimed, and you blinked, looking at her sideways.
“Where the hell did that come from?”
“Uh, hammerspace! Duh!” She said, rolling her eyes as though you were the one acting crazy.
She leaned over, flipping open the cap on the bottle and tipping it up over your shaft. As she squeezed, the liquid landed, cold on your hot flesh, and you jerked a bit. She glanced at you.
“Have you never done anal, before?” She asked, lifting an eyebrow.
You clear your throat, blushing, before shaking your head, and she grins. “Sweeeet! We both get out cherries popped, then!”
She uses one hand to slather the cold gel of the lube over your cock, stroking you as she goes, and the feeling is bliss. She then turns, shifting herself around so that she’s straddling you, with her back turned towards you. You feel your dick brushing against her stomach as she bends forward.
“Could you spread my ass apart, please?”
Without hesitating, you reach forward and take a couple handfuls of that sweet, plump, juicy booty. You press, pushing the cheeks apart, revealing her tight asshole and, below that, her dripping wet snatch. You feel your breath catch, and have to force it out, as you hear the bottle make a little sound as she squeezes more out onto her hands.
She reaches around, over her back, and slowly, softly runs two of her fingers down the crack of her ass, the digits dripping with lube. She finds her tight little donut and presses one of the fingers against it, and the flesh resists for a moment, before stretching apart at her insistence. You feel her tense a bit, and then relax as she glides the finger into her ass and works it around a bit, before sliding in the second finger to accompany it. She massages them around a bit, stretching herself a bit and lubing her plothole up quite nicely.
She slides the fingers out, groaning as they leave her, and then pushes herself up, looking over her shoulder as she slides forward, one hand reaching down and taking a hold of your cock.
“Like the view?” She asks, shaking her ass at you, and you smile, nodding. Biting her lip, she positions herself, and then lowers her body. The head of your cock presses into her asshole and you feel it resisting, the pressure against your dick almost causing it to bend. Almost painful.
Then, with a little popping sensation, it slipped inside of her. Her head went back, her body stiffening up in surprise, and the tunnel of her ass clenched around the head of you shaft, making a tremor run through your body.
She sits and breathes for a minute, slowly relaxing, and gently starts to let herself slide down your shaft. Your hands come to rest on her waist as you watch your dick slowly disappear inside of her back door. The inside of it is . . . simply heaven. As hot as an oven, and strangely textured, it’s walls filled with bumps and ridges that glide over your cock and massage it in the most amazing way.
You and the pink girl both groan in tandem as you bottom out inside of her, and she simply sits there for a minute, getting accustomed to the feeling of your cock buried inside her heavenly ass. You stroke her hips softly with your hands, petting them, before slipping them back to her ass and stroking up and over her back until you reach her shoulders, which you massage gently, rubbing your thumbs into the stress points, and she moans, shuddering, and you feel her hole clench around you briefly, before slowly relaxing, along with her whole body.
As she relaxes, she leans forward, slowly lifting her ass up, your cock slipping free from her hot confines, and you feel her shiver, her whole body trembling as she groans in pure, raw pleasure. It would seem that the exit feels much better on her end than the entrance. You mentally take note of that, before giving one ass cheek a firm slap, which causes her to jump slightly, and then giggle. She pauses for only a moment, the head of your shaft still inside of her ass, before she pushes herself down onto you again, a little bit faster and harder this time.
She gave a small, cute squeaking sound as she bottomed out on you, her ass meeting your thighs with a light smacking sound. She then lifted herself back up, another long, low moan leaving her as she did so and a tremor running up her spine.
You watched as she continued, up and down, slowly picking up speed and force, until she was bouncing up and down on top of your cock, the slapping sound of ass meeting thigh filling the air, along with her grunts and moans. You groaned, massaging and squeezing her ass and hips as she fucked you.
“Oh, fuck, Pinkie.” You moan, biting your lip. “Your ass is fucking perfection!”
She doesn’t respond with words, but her pace picks up some more, and her noises become more and more desperate. You realize that you can’t see her hands, but the angle of her shoulders and arms makes it pretty clear that at least one hand is busy at her front end. With a smile, you slap her ass again as she withdraws from you, and she gasps. Her body is starting to tremble and shake, and you feel her asshole starting to clench and dilate around your shaft in response to her body’s tensing.
With a sudden scream of pleasure, her back arches, lifting her up and pushing her forward. You manage to catch her as her pussy squirts her slick love juice all over your lap and the bed and floor. Her body twitches and jerks in your arms as she orgasms, her eyes rolled back in her head and a look of pure bliss on her face.
You chuckle, but at the same time you feel a pulse through your body at the sight. It’s possibly the sexiest damn thing you’ve ever seen, not least of all because you did that to her. As she slowly goes limp in your arms, you twist, laying her out on her back, and look over her gorgeous, sexy body, and bite your lip. Of course, you need to finish, but you’re torn. On one hand, the feeling of her ass had been fucking awesome, and you really want to feel it again.
On the other hand, her feet are still down there, dressed for success in those sexy leg warmers that leave her cute little toes exposed.
And there’s her pussy, dripping wet between her legs. You stare for a second and, unable to resist, you bend down and run your tongue through her gash, collecting her juice in your mouth. She shivers and gives a low moan, but it’s nothing compared to your reaction. You sit straight up, mouth full of her fem-cum, and stare down at her in shock as you swish it around your mouth.
Strawberry frosting.
Her pussy and cum tastes like strawberry frosting!
You swallow it down your throat and shiver at the amazing taste of it. You lean down and kiss her softly on the lips, before moving down her still limp and mostly unresponsive body. You kiss and suckle at her tits for a moment, before making your way down the flat planes of her tummy, then down to her sex again. You kiss, nuzzle, sniff and lap at it like a dog, basking in the sweet taste, texture and aroma of it.
Somewhere during all this, she starts to come back to herself, and you feel her shift and moan, her hands coming to rest on the back of your head, pressing your face into her sensitive cunt. You happily eat her out, switching between delving your tongue deep into delicious pussy, and up to flick over her clit.
When she moans again in pleasure, you move up and take her love button between your teeth, sucking on it and applying the smallest amount of pressure to it. She writhes, groaning, and you reach up, running your fingers over her pussy lips before slipping them inside of her. She gasps, back arching as her aching slit drools more sweet nectar out onto your hand. You move your mouth down to lap it up, but keep working your fingers around inside of her, searching, questing. . . .
There.
She screams, back arching up off the bed as you find her g-spot and flick your fingers over it, bringing her quickly to a second orgasm. Her juices flood out, coating your face, and you happily drink down the sweet honey as it gushes over you.
You come up for air as she sinks once more into a shaking, writhing mess on the bed, and you smile down at her panting, shaking form. Your cock twitched at the sight, a nearly painful throb running through it and back to your tail bone, and you knew it wouldn’t take much at this point for you to burst. Looking down at her feet, she lick your lips and lift them into your hands.
You press them to your face, breathing in their scent, feeling the soft little toes and the gentle fabric of the leg warmers against your skin. You nuzzle them for a moment, before scooching back a bit and guiding them to your cock. You press them to your heated flesh and a groan leaves you, as your hips buck, your body beginning to instinctively thrust against them. Before long, coming around from her orgasmic high, Pinkie starts moving her feet against your thrusting shaft, and you take your hands away, leaning back on them to keep yourself balanced as she presses her feet to either side of your dick, looking at you out of glazed, happy blue eyes as she gives you a footjob.
It doesn’t take much at that point, with your hips thrusting in counterpoint to the stroking motions of her sweet soles, and, with a loud, harsh groan, you stiffen up all over, your balls tightening up as your cock twitches, and you unload the first thick, sticky hot rope of cum. It arches through the air and lands with a splash on her stomach, and it’s quickly followed by another that hits her upper thigh. She giggles, holding one hand to her mouth as you pump more and more seed out, your last few ropes staining the leg warmers along her calves, before your cum simply oozes out in thick dollops onto her feet.
You collapse hard onto the bed, panting, chest heaving. You slowly, stiffly turn her head and feel a shiver of pleasure run through as the sweet, sexy girl shows off how flexible she is by lifting her feet to her own face and licking and nibbling your cum off of them. Once she’s finished, she shifts her body and languidly slides over to you, curling around you, her leg hooking over yours and head coming to rest on your chest.
“Mmm, that was fucking amazing!” She said, sighing as he fingers played gently across your chest. You managed to bring your hand out from under her, curling it up to rest on her ass which you petted, while your other hand crossed over to her face, tilting it up. You leaned down and kissed her, long and deep, and she returned it in kind.
As you broke away, you met her gaze and smiled. “I think I might be addicted to you, Pinkie Pie.”
She giggles again, nuzzling you under the chin. “Well, there’s far worse things to be addicted to. But, don’t become to self-centered, you hear? You should definitely keep seeing Fluttershy, I think it would break her heart if you didn’t.”
You freeze up a second, looking at her, then slowly smile. “So, you know about me and Flutters?”
“Of course. Who do you think told me to invite you over, today?”
“Wait, what?!”
“Yeah, I was gonna invite over Flash Sentry! Silly me, right? But, I talked to Flutters about it, and she said the if I wanted anal, I should see you. I never knew she was into stuff like that! I guess you really do have to watch the quiet ones!”
You were flabbergasted for a long moment, but then a slow smile crawled over your face. Goddamn, but you were one lucky sonuvabitch! Then, as another thought popped into your head, your smile grew devious, and you drew back to look at her, and she met your gaze and a similar smile curled up her own features.
“Threesome?”
“Threesome!”
“If Fluttershy agrees.”
“Oh, I don’t think we need to worry about that, Nonny. Trust me.”
And with that, you curled up with your new lover, feeling sleep crawling over your skin and lulling you off to a land that, for all it could try, would never be able to beat the beauty of the real world that you lived in.