I stared at her for a moment, dumbfounded by the view in front me. Her pink slit glistened under the sunlight, as moisture dripped from the cute little lips. What an enticing view indeed, but something just didn't felt right. I mean, a random pony in the park that doesn't look like a normal residence of the town, suddenly offered you her snatch. Who does that!? Okay... maybe there's a certain pony coming in mind...
Anxiety masked my face, and the mare seemed to have noticed by cocking her head to one side in curiosity. She turned to me, removing her oh-so-hypnotizing, green and sizable plot away from my view.
She leaned in to me once more, now eye to eye with the mysterious pony. Her breath smelled of mint, and the breeze that surrounded us was filled with the fragrance of nature. Part of me told me that it was her that released of the scent, and not the trees around us. She flashed me a smile, making my already fast-beating heart, race, before planting a kiss on my muzzle.
Her lips were soft, and tender, and her movements were slow, and careful. There were moments when she would lower her head slightly, trailing her licker down to my chin, and onto my neck, giving them nibbles that flickered some kind of switch inside of my head. i couldn't mutter anything else, other than grunts and moans, lest than even think a simple word inside of my mind.
Just as I was letting pleasure flood my head, my eyes almost bursted as the mare caught me by surprise with another kiss, but this time, it was a bit more forceful. By instinct, I quickly granted her access, mindlessly allowing the intruder to explore my mouth.
She was amazing! In the name of all things sweet, her own fluid tasted like honey nectar, but a little bit stronger than that. It was addicting, like a fruit-flavored juice, mixed together with tons of sugar and creamer, topped with cream and a cherry. I found myself kissing back, milking her tongue with my own as I tried to grasp more and more of her dribble that made the kiss a bit more messier than a normal make-out session. Goddesses, I think I was getting diabetes!
The mare just sat there, cooing and smiling at me as she let my thirsty tongue lap on hers. I wrapped my forelegs tightly around her, not wanting to let her go, literally... She's... mine... she's mine. Mine! My movement became rougher, and more assertive. I pushed her thick muscle out of my mouth using my own, that shocked her and made her pupils shrunk in size. But a more sultry gaze quickly replaced this, and I was sure that her face was sporting a sly smile, and not the shivering stare I was expecting.
I was dead wrong when I thought that this couldn't get any better once I dipped my tongue inside of her honey pot. Her oral cavity was like a beehive, full of sweet, sweet fluids with the absence of the stinging bees. And to think that I couldn't experience doing such a thing as sticking an organ inside of a beehive... or at least, close to doing something crazy like that.
I slowly pushed her down on the ground; our current position was just not that comfortable. I laid on top of her, belly to belly. Pulling my muzzle away from her, I stared down at her, watching her as she pants heavily, recovering from the scene. She gave me another smile, which I gladly returned.
I lowered my head down again, ready for another round of smooching. But the mare seemed to have other plans.
"Ah! Ah!" she called out with full of life, constantly darting her eyes below. It took me a few seconds, before following her gaze that led to her spreaded legs. "Ah!" she called out once more, before wrapping both of her rear legs around my hips.
"Ahh...!" we both moaned as the meat between my thighs slid aimlessly inside of her now-quivering vagina. The sudden pressure around my cock made me came, without even giving me a chance to give another thrust or two.
"Mmm..." she muttered with delight as I filled her with a honey of my own. While she closed her eyes, and looked like was savoring the sensation, my teeth found its way on my lower lips, biting them to try calming down what seemed like another load rising; I couldn't even tell with all the wetness, and intense heat of her clamping walls.
