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"Dude, I'm your roommate, not your maid!" Gypsy yelled from the kitchen, annoyed that Dal has, once again, left a pile of dirty dishes in the sink. "Either wash your own damn dishes, or give me a break on rent for doing them FOR you! Yeesh!" She grumbled to herself as she filled the sink once more with soapy water to let everything soak.

"Hey, I'm busy," Dal yelled back from the living room. "I never said I wouldn't do them! Oh fuck off, you dick, I'm gonna kick your ass!" It took Gypsy a second to realize he was yelling at his game again, and she rolled her eyes.

"Pwning n00bs doesn't count as busy, asshat," she retorted, wandering to the living room to flick soap water off of her hands at him. He flinched a bit and raspberried at her, but continued his gaming session. "The dishes are soaking for now. I won't stop you if you decide to get off your ass and do them yourself." She smirked at him. "That is...if your ass still isn't too sore or anything..."

He stopped momentarily, pausing his game to turn to her and give her a hard stare. It was supposed to look intimidating, but instead she ended up laughing at him. He knew damn well she was referring to the aftermath of their last Halo match.

"Smug bitch," he tried for the life of him to look serious but he just couldn't. Instead, he felt his face flush red at the memory of the mare in front of him bending him over her bed and taking his ass. His cock stirred at the thought, and he ended up shifting to adjust himself.

"And you loved it," she leaned in and gave him an affectionate peck on the cheek before darting off to the bathroom. She wasn't wrong, he loved every moment of it, but he wouldn't ever verbalize it. He'd never hear the end of it. In a moment, he heard the shower turn on. And got an idea.

He carefully laid his headphones on his desk, unzipped his jeans, and slipped quietly into the bathroom, knowing she wouldn't lock the door or even fully close it. He peeked around the wall and saw her silhouette on the other side of the shower curtain. She was washing her mane and humming to herself, but he could clearly make out the curve of her full breasts and luscious ass.

He licked his lips and slipped his hand into his shorts, his stiff cock already leaking. He squeezed the base of the thick shaft, trying to suppress a moan, lest she hear him. He slowly stroked himself to the image in front of him, imagining that supple ass bent over the edge of his_bed, taking _his cock. Yeah, she'd be in trouble, but she'd love it.

He pumped his length, biting his lip as her figure moved back and forth behind the shower current, the steam making him sweat a little as he felt his balls start tightening.

'Yes, yes, more,' he thought to himself, edging himself a bit closer. Just then, the shower turned off, and Dal quickly stepped back out of the door to avoid being caught. 'Fuck fuck fuck...dammit...' Cockblocked by the water turning off. He tucked his cock back in his pants, and slipped into his room to finish himself. He would NOT let this setback blueball him.

"Fucking hell," he muttered to himself as he quietly closed his door. "Soon..." He stretched out on his bed, and fished his still-throbbing cock out of his shorts. He wrapped both hands around it, closing his eyes, and stroked himself while picturing his curvy roommate bent over his bed, begging for him. "Mmmm fuck...Gypsy...you're so tight...I'm gonna cum...fuck...Gypsy..." He grunted her name as he climaxed, shooting his sticky mess all up his chest, catching himself on his cheek as he panted through his release. "Mmmm shit...well then...time for ME shower now..."

He stood up and stripped himself naked, cautiously approaching his door, looking around to see if Gypsy had vacated the bathroom down the hall. He called out to her.

"Hey, Gyps," he yelled. "You done in there? I need to grab a shower too." He listened for a response.

"Yeah, you're good," she yelled back. "I'm in my room getting dressed. It's all yours!" Fuck, she had to say that, didn't she? He momentarily pictured her in her room, standing there once more in those cute panties and that tight tank top. His cock twitched in response, and he shook the thought out of his head before darting down the hall and slipping into the still-steamy bathroom.

He partly closed the door, and stepped into the shower, turning on the water. The initial cold blast gave him a bit of jolt before turning warm. He stood there under the warm flowing water for a moment, just relaxing.

He washed up and rinsed off in less than ten minutes, stepping out to towel his hair and wrap said towel around his waist. Feeling refreshed, he lingered in the bathroom for a bit until he heard his roommate call for him down the hall.

"Hey, Dal," she called. "When you're done being a woman in the mirror, can you come here for a sec? I need your opinion on something!" He rolled his eyes at the tease, but she wasn't wrong; he spent a particular amount of time on his hair. He finished fussing about in bathroom, quickly grabbing his "lazy shorts" from his room before knocking on Gypsy's door.

"You rang?" he quipped, as he tapped on her door, gently pushing it open. He poked his head and his jaw dropped a bit. She was standing in front of her mirror in nothing but a bra and those adorable panties, holding up two really cute dresses.

"If you wanna pick up your jaw for a moment, hoss," she teased, spotting him through her mirror. "I have a date tonight and I can't decide what to wear. Which do you like better? This one?" She held up a cute white calf-length summer dress with a halter neck and teeny red polka-dots. "Or this one?" She held up a black floral-print spaghetti-strap "skater" style dress that fell to just above her knees.

Dal fish-mouthed for a few moments, picturing her in either dress, and subsequently picturing the dresses on his bedroom floor with her sprawled out on his bed under him. Really, brain? Why??

"I uh..." he cleared his throat to give himself a moment. "I would have a uh...better idea if I saw you in them first..." He hoped that didn't sound too eager.

"Huh," she pondered for a moment at his suggestion, and shrugged. "Makes sense. Gimme a sec." She tossed the skater dress on her bed and pulled the white polka-dot dress off the hanger, slipping it easily over her frame and tying it off around her neck. "How does this look?"

Dal stared, speechless. She looked absolutely stunning. The loose flow around her calves, the high waist, it looked gorgeous, and that plunging neckline left little to the imagination. He absentmindedly licked his lips and nodded his approval.

"That looks great on you!" he stated enthusiastically, fully aware of his cock stirring in shorts yet again. Did that thing have a mind of its own or something? "How about the other one now?" Gypsy smiled and turned her back to him as she slipped out of the flowy white dress, tossing it casually on her bed. As she grabbed the skater dress, Dal stole that moment to adjust himself in his shorts, tucking his semi under his waistband so the tent wasn't so obvious.

"And now how about this one?" she turned around and did a little twirl, and Dal could swear he felt ready to cum right then and there. The skirt lifted as she twirled, showing off those cute little panties she was fond of. Not only that, the shape of the dress emphasized her hourglass figure and those beautiful tits (it was hard for him to not stare, since they were practically falling out of the neckline). His wide, he nodded his enthusiastic approval.

"Yes, that one," he stated. "Definitely that one! It's more...you, if that makes sense!" He shifted his stance to hide the now fully-engorged hard-on that was starting to poke past the waistband of his shorts. "Whoever he is, he's in for an eyeful tonight!"

"She," Gypsy smirked at him, hanging up dress number two. "A gorgeous Doberman bitch I met at the coffee shop. We're going for dinner. And if I play my cards right...dessert should follow shortly after." She winked at him and gave him a knowing look. Christ, did she have to go there? Really? Dal stepped outside her door, as it was damn-near impossible to hide his cock at this point.

"Well then," he chuckled. "I do hope you have fun tonight. I hope to hear about it when you get home." It's the least you can do after deliberately getting me worked up like this. Fuckin' tease.

Gypsy slipped on her black flats, closed her closet, and followed Dal out to the living room. He stopped by his computer chair and maneuvered it in front of himself to hide his leaking erection. She stepped up right beside him and he shifted to keep himself covered.

"What are you doing, you big stupid?" she teased as she followed his movements. "I'm trying to hug you, now stand still." He finally stopped moving about, his face flushed. He moved his chair but didn't give her enough time to look him over. He scooped her into a hug, being sure to not hug her too closely, lest he give himself away.

"Sorry," he said sheepishly against her shoulder. "You look great, you really do! I love it!" Before Dal could pull back from the hug, he felt a small hand grab him and squeeze his stiff cock gently through his shorts, causing him to groan at the contact. He had absolutely no words as he lifted himself from the hug, chewing his bottom lips and staring down at the brazen mare who, unashamedly, had her had on his junk.

"I can tell you approve," she grinned playfully, now slowly stroking the big stallion as she stepped slightly closer. "Just like you approved of seeing me in the shower and finishing to thoughts of me in your room." She giggled as his eyes almost popped out of his head. "You weren't as quiet as you thought, pony boy. But that's okay. If it bothered me, I'd have said something much sooner." He was panting now, realizing he had been caught.

"I'm sorry, Gyps," he muttered. "I just..." She put a finger to his lips to shush him and keep from a rambling apology.

"You're not sorry for jerking off to me, Dal," she teased, slipping her hand into his shorts, and grasping his bare throbbing cock. "You're just sorry I caught you." She lowered herself to her knees in front of him, pulling his cock out of his shorts, the head already slightly flared. He stared down at her in disbelief, speechless yet again.

"Gyps, what are you..." he gasped as his question was cut off by the mare squeezing his thick length in both hands and quickly French-kissing his flared, leaking head, causing a guttural moan to escape his throat. She quickly yet casually stood up, releasing his cock and licking her lips, smiling up at him. He was shuddering and panting, trying to process what just happened. A car horn outside honked and it snapped him back to reality.

"Oops, that's her!" she raised up on her tiptoes, quickly kissed his cheek, and made for the door. She turned around and smirked at him, blowing him a kiss before she left. "Don't wait up for me!" The door closed and she locked the deadbolt. Dal just stood there, staring down at his cock. He was oozing pre, and used his shorts to catch it before it touched the carpet. What the fuck just happened...?

He wandered to the couch and plopped down, trying like mad to figure out what just happened. Did she really just French-kiss his dick, and then run out the door like nothing happened? It was baffling to him.

"Welp, I'll be alone for most of the night," he said out loud, kicking his shorts off. "May as well get comfortable with a good movie!" He grabbed the remote, and flipped to the adult PPV channel listings. "Ah here we go, my personal favorite: Arabian Knights." He tuned in to his preferred porn movie, and, cock in hand, began slowly stroking himself, watching his two favorite stallions sucking and fucking each other.

Fifteen minutes into the movie, Dal was still painfully hard, and leaking pre all over his hand, but was nowhere near getting off. He decided to switch to another stallion porn to see if that would help. Nope.

This went on for the next two hours. He was rock-hard, completely turned on, but couldn't cum no matter what he watched or tried. He began getting frustrated, and started pacing the living room momentarily before a thought jumped into his head: Gypsy. Just the thought of her name and his cock twitched. "I wonder..."

He flipped to a lesbian channel, and found two mares 69'ing. One of them kinda looked like Gypsy, so he started stroking himself again. His cock responded a bit more this time, but he still couldn't get off. While stroking, he flipped through a few other lesbian movies, trying to find one that had mares and bitches together. He found one with a mare and a Border collie bitch, and decided to give that a try.

Nope. So close, yet so far. Instead of channel surfing this time, though, he leaned back, closing his eyes and just listened to them, picturing Gypsy fucking her Doberman date. His cock swelled in his hands, the head flaring even more, but he still couldn't push over that edge.

"Fucking hell," he grumbled. "What the fuck?" He switched his thoughts to that night where Gypsy took his ass after he lost to her at Halo. He throbbed, groaning and stroking himself hard, pre oozing down his thick shaft, his balls aching for release. He can kinda feel it building...building...almost there...yes...yes...

And nothing. He let out a frustrated sigh and released his cock, which stood straight up between his splayed thighs.

"Fuck it, back to my game," he muttered to himself, pulling his shorts on, not caring that his cock created a massive tent in the front.

He was just about to sit himself back at his computer when the door opened, and Gypsy walked in, looking none too impressed. She practically slammed the door, kicked off her flats, dropped her keys and bag on the end table by the door, and flopped herself not-so-gracefully on the couch.

"Uh oh," Dal said out loud before moving to the couch beside her, his cock half-deflated but still noticeable. "What happened, Gyps? Talk to me." She sat up and leaned against his bare shoulder.

"Boy, can I pick 'em," she started. "Everything started out great, dinner and conversation was wonderful, flirted hard. We head out, go to the park for a late night walk to walk off dinner, and she pulls me into a dark little nook with a bench." She gets a mischievous grin on her face as she's talking. "She pulls me in and starts kissing me...like really kissing me, I could almost taste her coffee. Anyway, we're getting hot and heavy on this park bench, I'm sitting in her lap, her hand is up my dress and teasing the fuck out of me." Dal briefly interjects.

"And this is....bad..?" he asked, a bit confused. "You seemed annoyed as fuck when you walked in." She looks up at him, her face flushed and thighs clenched together.

"I'm getting there, horndog," she teases. "Patience." He chuckles and urges her to continue. "So anyway, she's got her hand up my dress and teasing me like mad. I tell her we should find a more quiet, private place, and she agrees, but not before quickly slipping a finger past my panties to tease me a bit more." She squirms a bit while she's telling her story, and Dal is doing the same; he's never heard a firsthand female/female story before. "So we start walking back to her car, and when we get there, she pushes me up against the passenger door and kisses me hard, lifting my leg around her waist and grinding against me right fuckin' there! She pulls back, smiling at me, and goes to open the door for me, and a foot comes out of nowhere and kicks it closed."

"Oh shit," Dal muttered. "Police? Husband? You weren't attacked were you??"

"It was..." Gypsy chuckled, shaking her head. "Her wife, of all people! Who also happens to be a grizzly bear police officer!" Dal's jaw dropped and his eyes went wide. "I know! I didn't even know she was _married,_let alone to a beat cop!" She covered her face and flopped backwards on couch, her thighs still clenched. Poor thing was rightfully frustrated as fuck. Boy, could he relate...

"That's complete bullshit!" Dal stated matter-of-factly, flopping back beside her. "I'm so sorry you had to deal with that." He put his arm around her to comfort her, and she shimmied up right beside him to snuggle against him. She draped an arm over his waist, and noticed the obvious tent. She cocked a brow and looked up at him.

"Really, hoss?" she asked. "Really? That short story turned you on that much?" She stared up at him, waiting for his answer and watching his cheeks flush.

"I'm sorry!" he rolled his back and sighed. "Most of that is left over from...right before you left. Hearing about two women together just kinda...amplified it...I guess...What do you want me to do? Scold it?" Gypsy laughed at his absurd suggestion and just hugged him tight.

"Goofball," she muttered. She then looked back up at him with a goofy grin on her face. "You don't scold it. You spank it!" Dal gave her a look of "what..??" before they both burst out laughing. Gypsy shifted under his arm to get more comfortable, but kept laughing along with him. He smiled down at her.

"Well-played, Madam," he snickered. "Well-played! I may take that under advisement!" She shook her head at his statement and moved to look back up him, but she was too slow. Dal had already tilted her head up to face him, and in one swift move, he caught her mouth with his. The kiss was hard, hungry, passionate, and intense, and for a moment, it caught Gypsy off-guard. He pulled back to gauge her reaction.

"Dal, I..." she struggled to find the right thing to say. "What was that for? Where did that come from? I mean it was nice, don't get me wrong, but it was a bit....left field, I guess..." Dal sat up, and helped her sit up as well, but his eyes never left hers. And those eyes were hungry.

"You, my dear," he started, gently trailing his fingers up along her bare thigh, satisfied that she shivered in response. "Have done nothing but tease me since our Halo match a few weeks ago. And knowing my weakness for a nice ass and strong legs, not to mention beautiful tits, you flaunted them all. You paraded around in nothing but your panties and bra, you always leave your door open just a little when you're getting dressed, and you always bend over in front of me to give me an eyeful of that beautiful ass of yours. Did you expect me to not eventually react?" His hand was now higher up on her thigh, gently squeezing. He could feel her heat practically radiating from her, but he dared not say another word until she answered and gave him permission to have her.

"I uh..." Gypsy stammered, her face bright red knowing she had been caught. She looked him straight in the eye as she answered. "Honestly? I figured that night was a one-time thing, and you're always dating hot guys, so I figured a little teasing wouldn't be ill-received..." She wet her lips, and continued. "I uh...I had no idea how...adversely it was affecting you. I'm sorry for that." She put her hand over his and squeezed, giving him a soft, sheepish half-smile.

"It's okay," he sighed, smiling back. "I didn't think it would affect me that much either, to be honest." He rubbed his muzzle against hers. "Buuuuut clearly it did...and since we're both left a bit...less than satisfied tonight...I thought maybe we could...I dunno...help each other out...? If you want to...?" He gave her those big eyes he knew she was a sucker for, and waited breathlessly for her to respond. She kissed his nose and smirked up at him.

"I'm very much up for that," her answer was almost a purr. "But remember...I earned your ass. So it's only fair you earn mine." She gave him a knowing smile, and he immediately picked up her meaning.

"Halo," he smiled, nodding his understanding. He tilted her head up so his lips were only inches from hers. "What are the stakes?" She smiled back, knowing he'd love what the winner gets.

"Well," she started, slowly inching his hand further up her thigh. "If I win, you're doing all dishes for a week, AND I get your ass again." He quirked a brow at her, waiting for the other side of the coin. "If you_win, however...I will do the dishes for the rest of the month..." She slipped his hand right to the edge of her panties, and he could _feel her heat. "...AND you get me. Tonight." She punctuated that final word by pressing his hand right against her mound, her panties already damp from earlier that evening. She sighed softly, while Dal huffed. "Deal?" He gently pressed a finger against her button through her panties, causing her to gasp a little.

"Deal," he whispered, stealing a quick kiss from the mare. He pulled his hand back reluctantly and stood up, his standing proudly and tenting his shorts. "I'll get the controllers, you hook up the console." He turned and disappeared down the short hall to his room, emerging shortly after with both controllers, and once again greeted with sight of her ass in the air while she hooked up everything. He nickered his approval, and sat back on the couch.

"Lecherous horse," she raspberried at him as she sat beside him. "So, best of three, like always?"

"You know it," he grinned. He loaded the map, and the PVP match began. "Oh and this is a new map, so you wouldn't have had a chance to practice either. Good luck though!" He smirked and kissed her cheek.

"It's on, pony boy," she smirked and quipped back at him. She hunkered down and focused, doing her darnedest to stave him off and keep him from winning. Though...she wasn't entirely upset at the idea of losing to him.

The first two matches went by quickly, with both of them getting a win. Now it was sudden death, winner take all.

"Oh I have some ideas for you when I win, mare," he teased, while keeping his focus on the screen.

"Game's not over yet, hoofer," she shot back with a chuckle, poking his leg with her own hoof. "Yes...yes...yes...almost got...WHAT?? NO! WHAT THE HELL??" Her confident tone dropped, and she stared at the screen open-mouthed. Beside her, she was expecting Dal to be whooping and cheering. She looked over to find him staring at her with a triumphant, hungry look in his eyes.

"What was that about the game not being done?" he smirked. He stood up, put his controller down, and held his hand out to help her to her feet. She put her own controller on the couch, and accepted his offer. However, when she stood up, he stepped in close with his hands on her waist, and her breath caught momentarily. What was he goi...

"EEK!" she shrieked with a giggle as Dal hoisted the mare over his shoulder. "Dal, what the hell? I can walk you know!" He swatted her juicy rump, enjoying the jiggle it made and the squeak that came from her throat.

"Yeah, I know," the stallion chuckled as he practically strutted to his room, the mare squirming over his shoulder. "But this is much more fun!"

Dal wandered to his room, gently took Gypsy off of his shoulder, but still carried her with his arms under her. He smiled at her, and she shyly smiled back, her cheeks flushed. He gave her a quick kiss on her cheek, and gently tossed her on his large bed. She giggled when she landed, and promptly made herself comfortable, sprawling out across the massive bed.

"Mmmm comfy," she mumbled as she wiggled a bit. "I had no idea your blankets were so soft!" She closed her eyes momentarily and stretched out, only to open them and find Dal stepping out of his shorts beside the bed. She salivated a little, watching him in the dim lamplight. She was excited to see him naked while he was on the receiving end, but now that _she_was on the receiving end, she felt a little nervous. She openly stared him, not caring that he was chuckling at her expression.

"Like what you see, little pony?" he threw the teasing nickname right back at her as he knelt on the bed beside her for a moment, before straddling her hips, his massive cock resting against her belly. She had no words, so she simply nodded her response. She felt very small right now in this moment. "Are you nervous?"

"Um...well..." she didn't want to offend him, but she didn't want to lie either. "Maybe a little. Just a little." She chewed on her bottom lip, but there was nothing in her emerald eyes that indicated she didn't trust him.

"That's okay," he whispered softly, leaning down and nuzzling against her neck. "If you don't like something I'm doing, just say no and I'll stop." Conscious thought began fleeing her mind as he started kissing, licking, and nibbling along her neck and collarbone. She knew he wouldn't hurt her.

"Uh-huh," she was practically panting now, slipping her hands up and around his strong back, and gently raking her nails down from his shoulders, causing him to shiver.

"Mmmff," he groaned against the hollow of her throat before sitting up. He looked down at her, pondering. "Aha, I know what the problem is." She gave him a quizzical look. Problem? "Sit up for a sec." She sat up as best she could, his hand at the small of her back to keep her from falling. Using his other hand, he swiftly pulled her dress up and over her head, clean off of her, and tossed it on the floor. He laid her back down and she could see that the heat in his eyes had intensified. "There we go. Much better."

He leaned back down to continue kissing and nibbling the hollow of her throat, but this time she felt his strong hands trailing up her sides, stopping only to cup her full breasts. He moved his kisses down her chest to her cleavage, where he happily buried his muzzle. He squeezed her tits around his face, kneading them and nickering appreciatively. He gently lapped at the junction of her breasts, occasionally nipping at her and causing her to whimper and squirm under him.

While she squirmed under his lavishing muzzle, he slipped his hands under her back, and fidgeted with the clasp of her bra until he felt it give way. He slid the underwear off of her, tossing it with the dress on the floor nearby. Her breasts freed, he moved his hands back to knead the soft pillows, but he then swiftly moved to pull one of her puckered, pierced nipples into his mouth, licking and sucking on it hungrily. The sensation elicited a sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan from the mare, causing her to arch her back off the bed a little and bury her fingers in his hair.

"Mmmm," she moaned her approval, still writhing under the big stallion. "Don't...don't stop..." He chuckled and pinched her other pert nipple between his fingers, rolling it around and tugging gently on it. She gasped and panted, the ache between her thighs becoming very hard to ignore. "More...please..." Almost immediately, Dal switched up. He moved his mouth to the opposite nipple, now pinching the freshly-nibbled one between his fingers. The whine he elicited from her only served to encourage him. To drive it home that he was in charge, he rocked his hips against her, grinding his shaft along her mound. She shivered and moaned, rocking her hips up against him as best she could. He nipped her breast and she yelped.

"Uh-uh," he scolded her playfully. "Not yet." Her breaths were shaky as he continued his delicious torment.

He teased her breasts for what seemed, to her, like an eternity. He moved his mouth and slipped his hands to her hips as he kissed and licked his way down her soft belly, reveling in the sweet little sighs and soft breaths from her.

He kissed and licked along the edge of her panties, along her waist, and down to her thighs. He was so close to her delicious heat, but he wasn't about to cave that quickly. She teased him for weeks, so it's time for him to get his payback.

Her fingers still buried in his hair, she tried in vain to urge him to the place that ached the most, but he was steadfast and wouldn't budge. He was determined to make her feel the pent up need he's been feeling these past weeks; most of it from tonight. He kissed and licked and nibbled his way down her inner right thigh, paying close and extra special attention to the spots that she reacted to the most. She kept trying to squeeze her thighs around him, but he wouldn't let her.

"Dal....please..." she whimpered and begged him to ease her ache, but he refused, which further teased and frustrated her. He was quite pleased with the progress he was making. He had no doubt that she'd be soaking wet and would feel like a furnace when it came time to mount the pretty mare on his bed. "Please..." The desperation in her voice made his cock twitch and shoot a small amount of pre on his blanket. He hadn't even heard his dates beg for him like this. His ego swelled.

"When I'm finished," he stated between nibbles and licks around her right ankle. "Then you'll finish. I promise." He moved his ministrations to her left leg, licking and nibbling his way up from her ankle to that juicy, thick thigh, loving it as she writhed for him, whimpering and begging him for more.

He reached the junction of her thighs, the spot where that intoxicating drew him; the spot she wanted him to be so badly. He pressed his muzzle against the crotch of her panties, which was now more than just simply damp with her need. Her panties were soaked, and she felt and smelled so very ready to be mounted. He slowly ran his tongue along the outside of her wet panties, causing her moan loudly and lift her hips off the bed. He grinned to himself as he hooked his fingers into the waistband and tugged them over her hips, past those delicious thighs, and down those long, strong legs of hers. He tossed the panties into the small clothing pile, and slowly parted her thighs. She was an eager one, though, and willingly parted her thighs under his urging hands.

"Now?" she begged, practically whispering she was so breathless. "Please, Dal...?" She raised herself up on her elbows as best she could on the soft blanket under her, looking him in the eye, pleading with him. She wanted, nay, needed him fucking now. SO badly. He licked his lips and deviously smiled up at her.

"Oh you'll enjoy this, little mare," he whispered, lowering his head between her thighs. "I promise." She watched him lower his head, and that's the last thing she remembered seeing. He slipped his tongue between her soft, dripping, winking folds and ran it slowly up her slit, flicking it against her nub. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she let out a deep but loud guttural groan. "Mmmm good girl. You taste...so good..."

He latched his mouth to her aching wet pussy, and began licking and sucking on every inch of it like she were an open buffet and he was starving. He slipped his arms under her thighs, sliding his hands up to hold himself firmly in place against her. He alternated between lapping her lips, suckling her clit, and slipping his tongue deep into her warm entrance.

"Aaaaaahhhh, fffffuuuuck," she wailed, clenching her thick thighs around his head as he absolutely devoured her, tangling her fingers through his hair once more as she rocked against his muzzle, wantonly humping his tongue. "Yes...yes...fuck...Dal...more...please..." And he happily obliged, practically growling his pleasure against her mound.

She tasted divine. Had he known how good this would be, he'd have tried with her ages ago. He moved his back a little, flicking his teasingly over her clit, loving how she shuddered and whimpered every time he touched her sensitive button. He spread her lips open and gently blew a soft breath over her, and heard her gasp. He doesn't know how it's possible, but he could swear she had gotten even more wet since he pulled her panties off.

"Such a delicious mare," he cooed against her, using a finger to gently massage her clit. "I wonder..." He leaned his head a bit lower, gently ran his tongue over her puffy donut. She whimpered, so he poked the tip of his tongue into her ass, and he heard her draw a sharp breath. Her juices dripped from her pussy down to where he teased her with his tongue. And he got an absolutely wicked idea.

He slipped a finger, then two, into her winking pussy, and he felt her walls clench tightly around his fingers. She moaned and panted as he pushed them deeper.

"Fuck...yes...yes...like that..." she was almost whining, her need was so bad. She clenched around his fingers again and rocked her hips to urge him on, but that's not what he had in mind. He slowly slipped his fingers out, being sure to press against her g-spot a little bit first. She whimpered in protest, but he quickly replaced his fingers with tongue, and her protest vanished.

He hungrily tongued her sweet pussy, and at the same time, he teased her ass with the fingers that he just had inside of her, prodding at her tight rear opening. He received no resistance, so he tried his luck a bit further. He pushed a little more at her asshole, slipping a single finger in up to his first knuckle. No resistance? Excellent. He pushed his finger deeper to his middle knuckle and began a slow thrust in rhythm with his tongue. He could hear her panting and moaning, so he kept going.

He pulled his finger out to the first knuckle, and added the second finger. He pushed into her ass slowly as he lapped and sucked at her clit, gently pumping his fingers in and out of her soft donut. Her breathing picked up and he could feel her tensing up around his fingers. Feeling she was close, he didn't hold back, and gave every bit of effort he could.

He sucked and licked her clit hard, and started pumping his fingers in her ass harder and faster, wanting her to cum at least once for him like this.

"Mmmm that's it, Gyps," he urged. "Cum for me like this. Cum for me. I want you to cum for me..." She panted harder and harder, and no sooner did he finish his demand, did she squeal and scream as her body tensed and shuddered under his ministrations. He groaned as her juices gushed from her pussy, lapping eagerly as they dribbled over the fingers he was still pumping into her tight, spasming sphincter. "Gooood giiirrrrlll..." He praised her as she rode out her climax, slipping his fingers out only when she calmed a bit more. He then crawled up to lie beside her as she relaxed.

"Holy f-fuck, Dal," she panted, managing to softly smile up at him. "You've been holding out on me, pony boy." They shared a laugh, and he leaned down to kiss her gently, letting her taste herself on his tongue. "Mmmm. Boy, if I only knew sooner..." She stopped talking when she realized his massive cock was pressed against her thigh. He was still very hard, and very ready. "Oh..." She reached down and stroked her fingers gently over his leaking, flared head, causing him to shudder. "I suppose this was my fault, huh...?" She gave him a sheepish grin.

"Just a little, yeah," he smirked. "And for the life of me, I haven't been able to cum all fucking day. Think you could help?" She grinned slid down until she was face to face with his thick, dripping cock.

"I suppose that's fair," she purred, gripping his shaft under the wide, spongy head. She leaned in slowly ran her tongue right across the wide opening of his cock, lapping up his pre and making the stallion groan and buck his hips. "Mmmm delicious..." She started sucking and nibbling over his flared head, stroking her small hands along his thick shaft, wondering in the back of her mind how this would ever fit inside of her.

She squeezed his head a little with both hands in an attempt to shrink his flare down a little, because she wanted this stallion's cock in her mouth; the whole head, if nothing else. She managed get his size down a little and slipped her muzzle over his, taking him as deep into her throat as she could. She massaged his shaft with her soft tongue while her hands stroked the thick base below his medial ring.

"Ffffuck, Gypsy," Dal was panting and groaning, his fingers buried in her long mane, using all of his willpower to not thrust himself all the way down her little throat. He loved the attention she was giving him, and didn't want his head to flare too much too deeply in her mouth. "S-so...fucking...yessss..."

The mare bobbed her head on his huge cock, slipping her mouth off only when she felt his head flaring a bit more, knowing he was getting very close. As much as she wanted to taste all of him, she wanted him inside her more than anything.

His thick head popped out of her muzzle with a wet sucking pop, her saliva linking her tongue with the throbbing prick mere inches from her face. He needed to mount her, and he needed to mount her NOW. There would likely be other opportunities to finish in her mouth. Tonight, he wanted to finish inside of her.

He pulled her back up beside him, kneeling between her thighs and kissing her hard, hungrily. He was done being nice. He had a need to sate, and it wasn't waiting any longer.

Gypsy reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, only to have him catch her hands and pin them down on either side of her. He grinned down at the look of absolute shock on her face, a look that was soon replaced by one of lust. He ground himself against her wet lips, his shaft rubbing deliciously against her clit and making her pant like a bitch in heat. He groaned as her slick lips kissed his thick shaft.

"Dal...what..." her thoughts were jumbled as she tried to form a coherent sentence while he rubbed against her. "What are...what are you doing...?" She looked at her pinned wrists, and while she wasn't scared or worried, she was a bit nervous for what he had planned.

"I'm giving us both what we want," he whispered against her ear, the flared head of his thick cock now prodding eagerly at her wet tunnel. "You tell me how you want it, and you'll have it." He nuzzled against her cheek, his breathing ragged from suppressing his immediate need to mount her. It finally clicked in her head: he wants to play rough. Her eyes lit up at the realization, and she nipped at his neck.

"Then take me," she murmured against his throat, just loud enough for him to hear her. "Mount me. Please." She threw in an almost desperate whimper at the end, knowing it would get to him. Dal huffed at hearing her beg for him, and at this point he was already testing the boundaries of his restraint. He doubted he could hold off any longer.

"Mmmm as you wish," he growled, thrusting his full length into the mare's eager pussy, causing them both to cry out in unison. He held himself still for a few moments, allowing her to adjust to his size, and letting himself calm so he didn't cum immediately before he even got started. "Fffffffffffuuuck...gods, you're so tight...just...don't move...I don't wanna finish too fast..." He smiled down at her, and while she wasn't looking back at him, he saw a look of absolute pleasure across her face. That was enough to sate his ego.

After a moment of stilling his thoughts, he started slowly moving inside of her, watching her face with every thrust, basking in the sweet lustful sounds she was making. Panting, whimpering, the odd random curse word out of her mouth, it was all sweet music to him.

Gypsy wrapped her legs around his waist, since she could do nothing with her hands pinned down. But she was loving this. She didn't know Dal had a dominant side and she was loving this. He soon released her hands, but it was so he could hoist her legs over his shoulders, letting him push deeper, harder.

"Yes...yes...god, yes..." she was panting, trying desperately find more creative words but she couldn't. She had an ache...a need...and he was satiating every bit of her. Her breasts bounced freely as he drove himself into her harder and harder, his hands moving to knead and massage them, and her hands helping his along.

Dal felt himself getting close; it was difficult not to. He thought her pussy was tight around his fingers? It feels like a vice around his cock. He slowed himself down, pulled out with a wet shlck, and leaned back on his heels to catch his breath and stave off his climax for a short bit. Gypsy sat up a little.

"Hey, you okay?" she was a bit concerned. She's heard Dal go all night before, so that he's taking a break now caught her off-guard.

"Oh, I'm beyond good right now," he smiled devilishly as he absentmindedly slid his hand along his cock. "I just don't want to finish too quickly, is all." He never took his eyes off of her, even when she shifted to lay back again. She stretched out, slipping her legs between his thighs, careful to not accidentally kick him. "Comfy, little mare?" She smirked at him, and gave him a playful raspberry.

"Very," she responded, quirking a brow at him. "But I'm also impatient. I'm older than you are, so should I not be the one catching my breath?" She teased him mercilessly and he loved it. Their relationship was built on awkward conversation and sarcasm, so it worked well.

"Well, since you're so impatient, Madam..." he chuckled. He raised himself up, grabbed her hip on one side and her thigh on the other, and flipped her over on to her belly, eliciting a surprised yelp from her. He crawled over her, resting his throbbing prick between her luscious ass cheeks. He leans in close to her ear, practically growling. "You're going to be my breeding mare tonight. I am going to fill you, and you are going to take it. Understood?" Her breath caught in her throat. She managed a nod to acknowledge what he said, and found herself incredibly excited by the idea of being bred by her roommate. He smiled briefly before nipping at her neck.

He sat up behind her, rubbing his cockhead against her puckered tailhole, coating it in his pre. He was going to have her tight ass tonight, and they were both going to enjoy it.

"Wait, what are you..." she gasped and winced a little as she was cut off mid-sentence; he gently pushed his cock into her tailhole, going slowly. "F-fuck...nnngghhh...so...so big..." She buried her face into the nearest pillow, fisting the thick comforter in her hands as he squeezed himself into her rear entrance, stretching her slowly.

Dal grunted and groaned, floored by just how tight her asshole really was. _Holy fuck...she feels like...hot velvet...so...fucking...tight..._He took his time, making sure she was as comfortable as she could be, and finally, with one last small push, he popped his medial ring inside her and held himself there, loving the feel of her tight sphincter squeezing around his thick cock.

"Ok, I'm..." he gasped for breath, trying to hold off his climax, which was proving more and more difficult. "Phew...I'm...I'm gonna pull back slowly. Just...lemme know if it's too much or too fast..." She breathlessly nodded her response, along with a muffled "uh-huh", as she braced herself.

He slowly started pulling out, mesmerized by how much he stretched her ass. After a few moments, he gently pulled the head out with an audible thhp. She groaned a little while he pulled out, but no audible discomfort, which he was grateful for. He huffed and panted, wanting to immediately bury himself back inside her tight velvety tunnel, now that she was more prepared for him.

"Holy...shit..." she lifted her face from the pillow, gasping for air. "That felt fantastic... but maybe a bit more lube... I mean... If you want to... again..." Music to his fucking ears. He slipped off the bed, giving her another moment's reprieve, and started digging through his underwear drawer, coming up triumphantly with a new bottle of lube he had just picked up. He slipped back behind her, gently caressing her ass cheeks.

"Lift your hips," he huffed, applying a generous amount of lube to his cock, and chuckling at her little squeal as he pushed two lubed fingers into her ass. He spread his fingers apart inside of her, working the lube around, and she eagerly lifted her hips for him. "I'm gonna fuck your ass good and proper this time." He growled as he sat up, pressing the head of his cock back against her puffy, slick asshole. He pushed a little harder and faster this time, her tailhole opening up to welcome him back eagerly as he easily slipped halfway into her tight depths.

They both moaned as he pushed deep into her, and pulled back again, this time faster than before. He pulled back to the head, but instead of pulling out again, he bucked his hips and drove back deep inside her, causing her to wail out a string of curse words, accompanied by the likes of, "yes", "more", and "god, don't stop".

Her words seems to encourage him, and he began bucking his hips harder and faster, mercilessly pounding his thick cock into the little mare's ass, gripping her thick hips before sliding his hands up her sides and lifting her body off the bed. Moving her beautiful long, thick tail to the side, and cupping her bouncing tits, he held her tight against him as he licked and bit at her shoulder, driving his swelling cock a little deeper each time.

She wailed and screamed with pure lust, pushing back against him, reaching back to dig her fingers into his hips, squeezing her ass around the massive prick plunging in and out of her ass, his heavy balls loudly slapping against her went cunt. Dal let out a deep groan, biting down into her shoulder, marking and claiming her.

"Fffffuck, Gypsy," his words were almost choked, like he was fighting the urge cum, and losing. "Gyps, I'm close...I'm gonna cum..." Hearing this, she whimpered, and begged of him, something that nearly sent him over the edge.

"Mmmmff...Dal..." she was whimpering, desperate to have him release for her. She turned to her head toward him, and practically pleaded with him. "Cum in my cunt. Please...please breed my little mare pussy...please...Dal..." That was it for him. He was going to breed the eager mare riding his cock the way she wanted. He pulled out of her ass with a grunt, his cock still coated with lube, and angled himself at her dripping cunt, shoving himself balls-deep in one thrust, making her scream his name. "FUCK, DAL...!!"

"GYPSY...FUCK...GOD....I'M CUMMING..." He was pumping her pussy hard, and three thrusts was the magic number before he lost all control, his climax taking over completely. His hand moved swiftly to her throat, gripping just tight enough for her to squeeze her walls down around him, milking him dry.

He held her tight to him, burying his face against her neck, loudly grunting and groaning as he emptied his heavy balls inside of her, shooting rope after rope after rope of hot, thick virile seed deep in her womb. He loosened his grip around her neck, and started gently licking and kissing along her back and shoulders as his climax subsided.

He lowered them both to the bed, both of them absolutely panting and sweating. They could feel his warm cum leaking out from her as his cock softened inside of her, but stayed buried in her. He caressed his fingers over her figure, memorizing each and every curve of hers as she sigh happily, leaning back against him.

"That...was..." she continued panting, trying to find the right words. "Holy fuck..." They both chuckled softly, relaxing into each other, nuzzling and cuddling in their afterglow.

"That uh," Dal sighed, content and relaxed. "That about sums it up, I'd say." He slipped his arm around her, holding her close against him. "Well...that and finally, hehe." She quirked a brow up at him. "I've wanted you for a while, but never knew how to approach it. I'm uh...glad we worked something out." Gypsy blushed furiously.

"Honestly?" she said. "I thought you were mainly into dudes. If I knew you liked women too, I'd have tried sooner too!" He smiled and kissed her cheek. "But not gonna lie, some of those dudes you've brought home? Mmmmff, I would not mind being the middle of that sandwich! You got game, hoss!" Dal let out a hearty laugh.

"Well, the next time I have a hot date, I'll see if he's up for that," he smooched her cheek once more before wriggling them both under the blanket. "And you'll know right away. In the meantime, I am fucking drained. Let's get some sleep." Gypsy leaned over and flicked the lamp off before turning and sneaking a quick kiss. "G'night, little pony."

"I'm all aboard that train," she yawned, wiggling back against the big stallion and settling in. "G'night, hoss."