Ponyville’s beloved mayor sits behind her desk, going through various papers that are piled high on her wooden desk. Her fingers skim through page after page of problems she has to fix and expenses for the town that she has to find a way to pay.
Unfortunately, public funds for the small town are small, and they always have been. Ponyville is not a big tourist destination, as it is mainly a farming community, but the produce exported out of the town does wonders.
After all, the town’s population is very small, so the local government hardly has any funds, but all the farming produce that is exported twice a month generates enough money for the mayor to get things done, and it’s all thanks to those hard working women and men who run those farms day in and day out. Ponyville has always taken pride in farming, as it was founded by farmers around 80 years ago, and has been run by farmers ever since.
Mayor Mare admits that she hardly knows anything about farming, itself, but that simply makes it all the more important in her eyes. She was not born to be a farmer, but those who were are able to keep this town alive.
“Madam Mayor,” the voice of her assistant, Ink Well, calls through the intercom, “it is almost 2 o’clock.”
Mayor Mare glances at the clock, and sees that it is exactly 1:50. Perfect timing!
The mayor smiles to herself, as she has been waiting for this for quite some time. She presses the button on the intercom system, thanks her assistant, and stands up. She makes a quick walk to her mirror on the other side of the room, making sure she is presentable.
She is wearing a grey buttoned up shirt with a light blue neckerchief tied around her collar. She has a short black skirt that barely reaches the middle of her thigh, and black stockings that extends from her feet to the middle of her thigh, connecting to her garter belt. And, of course, her black high heels and her glasses, perched on the bridge of her nose.
And, even though it cannot be seen unless one specifically looks for it, she is wearing a turquoise bra and panties.
Mayor Mare has aged like a fine wine, and knows that she has become even more beautiful over the years. She dares to think that she is more attractive now than she was a decade ago.
And a number of the citizens in Ponyville would agree.
Having had enough with admiring herself, and not wanting to be late for this very important meeting, she grabs her car keys and heads out the door.
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The mayor pulls up to Sweet Apple Acres, the largest orchard in all of Ponyville, and definitely the most important, and immediately sets about trying to find Applejack. Surely the farmer should be expecting her, as her office made the appointment over a week ago for this exact date and time. Then again, it is a large orchard, and Applejack could be anywhere. But the best place to start looking would be the house, and the mayor walks in that direction.
Just as the mayor was beginning to walk to the house, she spots a woman carrying a large container of red apples over by the barn, and she wastes no time in getting her attention. “Yoo hoo!” the mayor calls, walking over to the apple farmer. “Applejack!”
Applejack looks to the sound of the voice and smiles upon recognizing who it is. The cowgirl places her large bucket of freshly picked red apples onto the dirt to properly greet the visiting woman.
“Well howdy, Miss Mayor!” Applejack calls back, briefly waiting for the government official to come closer. “How are you this fine afternoon?”
The mayor closes the distance between herself and the town’s most beloved citizen. “Wonderful, Applejack! Simply wonderful!” She smiles kindly. AJ wipes her brow with the back of her hand, cleaning the sweat on her forehead that gathered from a long morning and brief afternoon of hard farm work. The mayor notices how the sweat on AJ’s body makes her shine as the sunlight reflects off of her. The mayor looks Applejack’s ‘work clothes’ up and down, admiring them greatly.
As always, the cowgirl is wearing her brown boots that go from her feet and don’t end until they almost touch her knees. Tucked into those boots are the young woman’s tight fitting jeans, showing off her wide hips and muscular legs. What surprises the mayor the most is that Applejack has her short sleeved, brown, button up shirt tied in a knot just below her large breasts, exposing her ample cleavage and leaving her belly exposed.
The mayor smiles as she looks at the farm woman, admiring her choice of clothing on this particular hot day.
“Glad ta hear it!” the farmer responds. “What brings ya around Sweet Apple Acres?”
The mayor’s smile falls as she looks Applejack in the eye. “You don’t know?” Upon receiving the farmer’s inquisitive gaze, the mayor elaborates. “I called you a little over a week ago... to schedule an appointment with you.”
The farmer’s face flushes with embarrassment. “Ah’m sorry!” she blurts out. “Ah must’ve forgot. Things have been kind of hectic without the rest of the family here.”
“That’s fine, my dear, really. I only wanted to speak with you anyway. Only you.”
Applejack seems a bit puzzled by this, wondering what the mayor could want. She just hopes she hasn’t broken the law or is being taxed.
“Well alright. Would ya like to come inside? I can put on some tea.”
Mayor Mare shakes her head. “No, darling. I was actually wondering if I could speak to you in the barn.”
Applejack glances at the mayor and then back at the barn before shrugging. “Alright, then. Fine with me!” The strong, young woman picks up the bin of red apples and begins walking towards the barn. The mayor walks slightly behind Applejack, strategically positioning herself, before starting up a conversation.
“Has it been busy on the farm as of late?” the mayor asks, only half paying attention. The rest of her focus is on the cowgirls’ well-rounded backside. She can see everything, and admires the younger woman’s hips as they sway back and forth as gently as the breeze.
“Yessum!” the oblivious farmer responds happily. “With Granny and Mac gone for the next few days, it’s just me on the farm, and it has been awfully busy. And hot! But I don’t mind it! A little hard work never hurt nobody.”
“Hmm,” the mayor coos, barely catching a word the blond woman said. “Good. Good.”
Applejack strolls into the large red barn with the aroused mayor following close behind, who closes the large door behind her. The farmer walks into the center of the wooden building before placing the large bin of apples down on the floor, right next to a few other bins.
The barn is filled with farm equipment, hay, barrels, but most especially, apples. Applejack sighs as she stands straight up once more and rubs her hands on the back of her jeans, turning her full attention towards her mayor.
“Now,” she begins, “what can I do for you, mayor?”
The mayor smirks as her gaze goes from the top of Applejack, all the way down, and back up once more. She licks her lips and begins slowly walking towards the beautiful farm girl.
“Applejack,” the older woman begins slowly, “I have been meaning to thank you for the longest time.”
Applejack chuckles. “Thank me? What for?”
“Oh, Applejack, don’t be so modest. You have done more for Ponyville than anybody! Why, you alone have done more for this quaint town of ours than your great grandparents.”
The farmer blushes and looks down, kicking the dirt with her boot. “Aww shucks. Ah don’t know about that...”
The mayor is slowly closing the distance between herself and her prize.
“Oh, Applejack, do I really have to list all the things you have done for this town? You have saved the town proper from a stampede. You got a dragon to leave his home. And you have saved, not just the town, but all of Equestria from monsters of all kinds.”
“Well...” AJ mumbles, embarrassed and unable to respond. She has never been praised this much before, especially not from someone as important as the town’s mayor.
“Applejack, I dare say you are Ponyville’s most beloved and important citizen.”
The farmer looks up in time to see how close the mayor has gotten over the past few seconds. She is only a few feet away, and does not seem to be stopping. Applejack, already embarrassed from being showered with unexpected compliments, finds herself backing away from the approaching woman.
“I wish I could think of some way to thank you,” the mayor says, her smile getting a little bigger and her eyelids dropping ever so slightly.
“O-Oh... Ah...” the cowgirl stutters, trying to find a way out of this uncomfortable situation. She clears her throat. “A-Ah really don’t know about that, Mayor Mare. Ah’m just bein’ a responsible citizen is all...” Applejack makes quick glances between the oncoming woman and the barn floor, which she has a sudden interest in.
“‘Responsible’ is a word that doesn’t even begin to describe you, my dear.” The mayor looks Applejack up and down once again, noting how vulnerable she appears to be. She decides to play this to her advantage.
“Your integrity is unmatched by any person in Ponyville,” the mayor continues, as both her and Applejack begin to reach the far back of the barn. “Your honesty would not dare be challenged by a single soul anywhere in Equestria. And your natural beauty has the ability to take anyone’s breath away from just a simple glance.”
AJ’s eyes go wide, and she glances at the mayor’s face. The mayor is smiling softly back at her, and the element of honesty can tell that every word she has spoken has been the truth. The cowgirl has seldom been complimented on her natural looks. Growing up on a farm with no one except one’s brother can do that. Sure, the farmer has heard others compliment her friends on their looks, but never have those compliments been directed towards her.
Until now, that is.
The farm girl’s cheeks flush even a deeper red, as she struggles to find something to say. The young woman is so nervous all of a sudden that she is having trouble breathing. Before Applejack can find something suitable to say, her back collides with the hard wooden wall of the barn. AJ curses her luck as she helplessly watches the older woman come towards her.
The mayor does not stop where a normal person would when wanting to have a simple conversation. Rather, she invades Applejack’s personal space, making the farmer even more nervous, yet somehow, excited.
The mayor finally comes to a steady stop when her chest touches that of the farmer’s. Applejack can feel her knees shaking as she looks down at the mayor’s chest, which is a lot closer to her than she ever would have thought.
“You have had a long day,” the mayor whispers, her face coming closer and closer to the cowgirl’s. “Just relax.”
Applejack can feel the mayor’s cool breath run across her lips and fill her nostrils with the pleasant aroma of mint gum.
The mayor closes the short distance between them and presses her lips against the nervous farmer. She allows her eyes to close as she relishes in the sweet taste of apples and cinnamon.
Applejack’s eyes fly wide open as she finally realizes what is happening.
The cowgirl attempts to protest, but her words are immediately lost on the mayor’s lips. Remembering that she has hands, she places them on the mayor’s chest and pushes her back.
The mayor feels AJ’s shaky hands on her breasts, and assumed what was going to happen. It was normal for a girl as inexperienced as Applejack to resist at first, but the older woman knew what to do in a situation like this, and decided to take the initiative.
The mayor places her own hands on top of AJ’s, keeping them pinned on her breasts. “Eager, are we?” the mayor asks, smiling at the pleasant feeling of being touched as she is. “Do you like them, Applejack?”
The farm woman does not respond, as her big green eyes stare explicitly at where her hands are placed. Never before had the farmer touched another woman like she is now, but now that she is, she can’t seem to find the will to move.
The mayor smiles, realising that this is perhaps easier than she originally anticipated. “Feel them, darling,” the mayor coos, moving Applejack’s hands across her chest. She can feel Applejack shaking, which only heightens the pleasure she is feeling.
The mayor can all too suddenly feel how wet she has become throughout the course of this whole ordeal. So far, this afternoon has just one big tease, leaving her in great anticipation but no satisfaction. The mayor shifts her weight onto her right leg in the hopes of shifting her moist underwear into a more comfortable position.
Meanwhile, the farmer continues to gaze at the older woman’s bust, unsure of how to feel. The woman’s chest feels incredible in AJ’s hands, but this whole situation has made her feel icky. The mayor begins to move her face forward once more now that she has Applejack where she wants her.
She expects the younger woman to move backwards or push her away again, but the farmer does not move. Instead, the cowgirl slightly lifts her head to look the mayor in the eyes before their mouths meet again.
The mayor applies a slight amount of pressure to her kiss.
To the more experienced woman’s surprise, the cowgirl returns the kiss, but only slightly, as she extends her lips only a little to meet the mayor. The grey-haired woman opens her eyes in surprise, not expecting the farm girl to give in so quickly. She sees that Applejack has her eyes closed as well, meaning that she is starting to enjoy this, despite her shaking.
She can easily tell how vulnerable the country woman is now. She is shaking, her cheeks are a darker red than any apple in this barn, and she is clearly unsure about what to do next.
The mayor certainly does not want Ponyville’s most prized citizen to feel like she is obligated to do this. That would defeat the whole purpose of the mayor’s visit in the first place! She is here to please Applejack, so she decides to get to work.
The mayor slowly breaks away from Applejack and turns around. The farmer slowly opens her eyes to see where the other woman could possibly be going right now, leaving her literally wet with anticipation.
AJ is left panting and pressed against the back of the barn, sweat gathering once again on her forehead as she watches the beautiful older woman take a few paces away from her. The mayor stops only a few feet in front of the tan woman, not once turning around.
Applejack takes a moment to gaze at the woman’s entire backside, especially her legs and rump, which is barely covered by her short black skirt. The older woman straightens her back before slowly bending down, allowing AJ to see the bottom of her wet, turquoise panties.
The farmer feels her heart skip a beat of another wave of embarrassment and excitement work their way quickly through her groin, lower stomach, and face. She tries to look away, to look at literally anything else, but her eyes can’t help but wander back to the strangely beautiful sight before her.
The mayor looks back and smiles upon seeing her looking right where she wants her to. The mayor thinks of saying something, but decides against it as she wishes to continue pleasing the cowgirl. After all, actions speak louder than words.
The mayor lifts her skirt up a little higher, exposing the back of her panties. The entire article of clothing is turquoise, except for the darker spot that lies overtop of the slightly older woman’s mound.
She grabs either side of her panties with both hands and slowly lowers them down, revealing her privates to the surprised cowgirl behind her. She frees her dripping slit from the prison that was her underwear and continues to bend over, lowering her panties closer to the floor and spreading herself out before Applejack.
AJ can only watch in a strange mix of excitement and confusion as the mayor displays herself only a matter of feet away from her. Once again, Applejack’s mind begs her to look away, but her eyes betray her, and stay focused on that which is in front of her.
After what feels like an eternity for the poor, confused cowgirl, the mayor’s underwear finally reach the floor, and the older woman steps away from the wet cloth. The bottomless woman approaches Applejack, and she can feel herself becoming very wet. Applejack’s underwear is too becoming stained with her own fluids as she watches the seductress in front of her perform in her barn.
Applejack has to fight the urge to touch herself in any way. Instead, she keeps her hands flat against the wall of the barn behind her, that way, they can’t betray her too.
“Did you enjoy the show, my dear?” the mayor asks, intentionally swaying her hips from side to side as she closes the distance between herself and the farmer yet again.
Applejack tries to respond, but finds that her throat is much too dry for such an action. Instead, she simply squeaks, closes her eyes tightly, and nods a little. Applejack settles with keeping her head down and her eyes closed, hoping this was all just a wet dream.
Applejack feels a soft hand under her chin, forcing her to look up. She opens her eyes only to see the mayor reach in and connect their mouths for another kiss. Applejack gasps as she was not prepared for such an action, though she really should have been, and pushes her lips back a little.
The mayor breaks the kiss, but does not move her face away from Applejack’s. “Then you are going to love this,” the seductress whispers before connecting their lips again, but only for a moment.
The mayor kisses Applejack’s lips, pecks her cheek, and gently bites her neck as she slowly works her way down the muscular woman’s body.
The mayor kisses the farmer’s shoulder, remembering that she is still wearing a shirt. She grabs AJ’s breast with one hand and the side of her rump with the other. The mayor feels the soft breast in her hand and plays with it.
Applejack has never been touched like that before. No one has ever grabbed her like that, and none have really ever actually tried. Now that someone besides herself is doing it, Applejack must admit that it feels very nice. Much nicer than she originally thought.
“Ooh...” AJ moans a little, signalling that the mayor is doing an excellent job thus far.
With more confidence, the mayor kisses lower and lower. She kisses down AJ’s brown shirt that is tied just below her breasts, not bothering to remove it. She kisses down the cowgirl’s exposed, muscular belly, enjoying the feeling of the farmer’s smooth skin on her lips.
Applejack watches helplessly as the mayor goes lower and lower, suddenly feeling an urge to say something. She doesn’t know if she wants the older woman to continue with her ministrations, or if she wants this all to end. She has the power to stop all of this with one word, but she can’t say it. She doesn’t want to say it.
The mayor works her way down until she finally kisses the button on the top of Applejack’s jeans. She kisses Applejack’s crotch, and the cowgirl can feel the pressure the woman is applying to her womanhood through multiple layers of clothing.
Despite it being a small touch, it was enough to make AJ gasp and straighten her legs.
The mayor kisses the area again, and Applejack lets loose another small moan. The anticipation is killing her, and she is now struggling to breathe.
The seductress undoes Applejack’s belt buckle and the button on Applejack’s jeans, releasing some of the pressure Applejack was just feeling, but not much. She slowly unzips the zipper, smiling and looking up at the cowgirl, who is biting her lip and looking up at the ceiling.
Applejack’s jeans are involuntarily pulled down, but not all the way. Just enough to reveal her green panties. The mayor sees an obvious wet spot, which was exactly what she was hoping for. Applejack must be liking this more than she thought.
The mayor smiles. “Enjoying this?” she asks.
Applejack hears her, but does not respond. But that hardly matters, as the mayor was not waiting for a response. The mayor closes the distance and connects her lips to the wet spot, sampling a taste of the cowgirl's juices.
She licks the spot, getting a better taste of Applejack, before kissing her a few more times. Applejack grunts, enjoying the feeling of the woman’s lips and tongue, but craving more.
The mayor runs a finger over AJ’s slit, and the farmer finally releases her first legitimate moan. Applejack’s hands leave the wall of the barn for a moment before she remembers herself, and puts them back where they should be.
“Sensitive?” the mayor asks looking up and smiling, lips glistening in the light of the barn. Applejack can only nod, too turned on by the sight of the woman’s lips covered in her own juices to actually speak. She desperately wants the woman to continue doing what she does best.
The mayor grabs Applejack’s waist with both hands, and gently turns her around. AJ does not resist, and spins herself around so her chest is facing the wall of the barn and her rump is right in front of Ponyville’s mayor. Applejack is unsure about what is going to happen now, but after the endless teasing she has been through, she does not care.
The mayor smiles at the cowgirl’s obedience. Some women may resist being turned as AJ just was, but she did so without a second thought. Applejack extends her hands so both of her palms are against the wall. She also presses her left cheek against the wall so she can try to see what the mayor is going to do with her.
AJ extends her butt out, eager to have the older woman do whatever she wants with it. The mayor kisses AJ’s rump a few times, teasing the farmer even further. But it does not last long.
Ponyville’s mayor grabs the cowgirl’s wet panties and pulls them down, along with her jeans, so that they are around the middle of Applejack’s thighs. The mayor can see three red apples adorned on AJ’s side.
The tan farmer has slightly noticeable panty lines where her tan legs meet where her underwear just was, and the mayor finds herself wondering if the cowgirl is wearing a bra.
The older woman wastes no time diving in as she extends her tongue and licks along AJ’s already moist slit. The seductress moves her head back slightly and places two fingers on the outer lips of Applejack, spreading her wide open, revealing her damp, pink inside.
The farmer whimpers at the feeling of someone spreading her lips so wide, but does not protest. The mayor sticks her tongue inside of the sweet cowgirl as far as she can go, causing AJ to give a sharp gasp.
The mayor works her tongue as much as she can, wiggling the wet appendage inside of the beautiful blond woman rapidly back and forth, up and down.
“Oh! A-A-Ah!” Applejack moans, gasping for breath, and shaking her hips slightly, trying to work the mayor’s tongue around even more.
Much to Applejack’s disappointment, the mayor’s tongue withdraws, allowing the elected official a chance to really get a taste of the farm girl. She is warm, sticky, sweet, and from what the mayor observes, a little spicy.
The mayor decides to try to please the farmer in another way.
The mayor grabs AJ’s butts cheeks in either hand and spreads them apart, revealing the tight hole that lies in between. Before AJ can squeak out a protest, the mayor’s tongue once again sets to work, but on a different hole.
Applejack’s eyes shoot open as the sudden feeling of the mayor’s tongue back there. She audibly gasps and arches her back at the strange feeling. The sensation is entirely new to the simple country girl, but she thinks she likes it. It seems to be enjoyable judging by her own heavy breathing and slight drooling.
The mayor’s hands return to the cowgirl’s dripping womanhood, and she runs a finger along her swollen lips until it reaches her clit. The small button at the top of Applejack’s mound is swollen beyond belief and desperately crying out for attention, which the mayor is kind enough to provide.
Applejack moans very loudly, and the mayor quietly thanks Celestia that no one besides the two of them are on the Apple family property. The noises Applejack is making is enough to alert anyone who happens to be in the area.
The mayor’s tongue prods against the cowgirl’s tight, virgin hole while she inserts a single finger inside of Applejack.
Applejack has had her own fingers inside of her before, but it’s completely different when someone else is the one doing it for you. The simple sensation of someone else touching her like that is almost enough to send her over the edge.
The cowgirl’s gasps of surprise quickly turn into moans of pleasure as the mayor continues working.
“Ooh M-Mayor Mare! Mayor!” AJ yells, moving her hips backwards, trying to work the older woman’s tongue and finger deeper into their respective holes.The mayor inserts a second finger inside of AJ’s throbbing womanhood, which is more than enough.
Applejack is so tight, the older woman doubts she could fit another finger in there even if she tried. The fingers start moving in and out of the sensitive cowgirl, slow at first. Just to get the farmer used to the wonderful sensation of having someone inside of her.
But soon, the fingers start working faster and faster and Applejack’s moans and gasps get louder and sharper.
Mayor Mare is enjoying the feeling of Applejack around her fingers and tongue. She can feel the juices dripping on her hand and enjoys the taste that’s left on her.
Applejack tries to get Mayor Mare to go deeper once again, moving her hips back even farther. The mayor knows what the beautiful woman wants, and she fulfills that request.
She presses her tongue hard against the tight hole between the blond’s cheeks, managing to get a little bit of herself inside of her. She licks around the rim of the hole as her fingers continue to work.
The mayor’s fingers plunge as deep into the cowgirl’s womanhood as they can possibly go before withdrawing and going back in again. The only sounds emanating through the barn are the cries of pleasure from Applejack, the occasional moan or swallow from Mayor Mare, or the ‘squelching’ sound Mayor Mare’s fingers make when they plunge inside of the blond haired beauty.
The apple farmer can feel a significant pressure building in her groin and lower stomach. A pressure that she desperately wants to release.
The seductress moans deeply into AJ while her fingers thrust in and out, finally pushing the cowgirl over the edge.With one final cry of passion from the farm woman, she climaxes and releases her juices all over the mayor’s hand, chin, and shirt.
The mayor feels a hot, sticky liquid gush over her hand and chin, enjoying the feeling of the beautiful young woman tightening around her fingers.
Applejack can feel her knees about to give out, but she remains standing. Her body spasms and spasms again as she rides out her entire orgasm, the mayor fingers and tongue still tending to their respective hole.
As the cowgirl’s release dies down, the mayor removes her fingers with an audible “Schlipp.”
The mayor gives AJ’s tight hole one final lick and kiss before leaning back and licking her fingers clean, enjoying the flavor of the cowgirl’s secretions.
The mayor finally feels how sweaty she really has become. It is terribly hot in this barn, but that’s probably not only due to the weather. Her forehead is sweaty, her clothes and undergarments are soaked, and her hair probably isn’t sticking straight out anymore like it should, but that does not matter.
The only thing that matters is Applejack’s 100% satisfaction.
The tall blond woman is still standing, face, hands, and chest against the barn wall, panting. A few drops of liquid are still leaking from the woman’s flower and falling onto the barn floor. The mayor smiles as she sees how much Applejack must have enjoyed that. That is the reason she came here after all; to please Ponyville’s most beloved citizen.
But one problem still remains.
The mayor, herself, is unsatisfied. Surely all of this build up should not end here, correct? The mayor seems to think so.
The mayor lifts up Applejack’s left leg and slips off her jeans and panties before doing the same thing with her right leg. Now, except for the work boots that end just below her knees, she is bottomless.
Mayor Mare stands and presses her groin against Applejack’s rump. She grabs the cowgirl’s waist and pulls her lightly away from the wall.
Applejack stands in a daze, still recovering from the wonderful feeling she just experienced. She is not sure why she is standing or why she isn’t wearing pants, but she will remember soon enough.
The mayor leans forward and kisses Applejack slowly on the neck, her lips still glistening with the cowgirl’s fluids and leaving some of it on her.
Mayor Mare slowly guides Applejack to a few bales of hay stacked like a staircase on the corner of the barn, still holding onto her waist.
Applejack pants and stumbles her way over to the corner with the mayor’s guidance. She doesn’t know where the mayor is taking her, but she doesn’t care. If the mayor can make her feel so good, then why question what she is doing?
They both stop walking as the mayor spins Applejack around. AJ’s green eyes meet the mayor’s. Before taking any further action, the mayor kisses Applejack on the lips twice.
Mayor Mare sits Applejack onto a bale of hay, the blond woman still in a slight daze, but is beginning to come out of it. The mayor pushes Applejack’s legs together and sits down on her, straddling her lap. The mayor takes off the cowgirl’s favorite hat and tosses it off to the side.
“M-Mayor?” Applejack whispers, face still flushed red and eyes half-lidded. The older woman responds by kissing the farmer on the lips, and this time, the kiss is fully returned by the younger woman.
The mayor opens her mouth and pokes along AJ’s lips with her tongue. Applejack reflexively parts her lips, which the mayor takes as a sign to move forward.
Mayor Mare inserts her tongue into Applejack’s warm mouth. She runs her tongue over her teeth, the roof of her mouth, her cheeks, but mainly, she provokes Applejack’s tongue, trying to coerce the member out of her mouth.
Applejack, not being the best kisser, reluctantly moves her tongue forward. The mayor and Applejack’s warm, wet appendages dance together, mixing saliva and any other juices they may have on them.
The mayor begins grinding herself on AJ’s thigh, craving a release that she has denied herself thus far in the afternoon. The smooth skin on Applejack’s thigh rubs against the mayor’s very wet, very swollen lips.
The mayor moans into the cowgirl’s mouth, enjoying the feeling she is providing. The kiss breaks, but their faces remain mere inches away. Applejack pants, and the mayor can feel her warm breath on her face.
The mayor rests her forehead against the farmer’s as she continues rubbing herself against the younger woman. She bites her lip to try to stop a moan from escaping, but fails, and it comes out anyway.
Applejack’s face is still flushed and warm from the combination of nervousness, embarrassment, and sexual release. Applejack, not having any experience with a woman grinding against her, places her shaky hands on the mayor’s waist, never breaking eye contact with the older woman.
The mayor’s tempo increases as she puts a hand on the back of the apple farmer’s head. The older woman sits up a little higher and pulls Applejack’s head into her chest.
Applejack nuzzles herself into the mayor’s large, covered breasts. Applejack kisses everything she sees, still unsure what she is supposed to do.
Mayor Mare remembers that she is not here for herself. The entire reason she made this appointment, drove all the way to the farm, and has pleasured the cowgirl is because today was supposed to be about her. Today was the day the mayor was supposed to thank the cowgirl.
The mayor feels selfish with what she is doing now. She is not here for herself. She is only here for Applejack.
With great reluctance, the mayor stops her grinding, despite her body’s cries, begging her to continue. Applejack looks up at the mayor to see what is happening, but says nothing.
The mayor rises from Applejack’s lap and takes a step back, partially regretting her decision to not please herself already, but a larger part of her knows that she is here to make Applejack feel good.
The mayor kneels in front of a panting, red-faced Applejack, who is looking down at the older woman, speculating what wonders she has planned for her still.
The seductress places both hands on either of Applejack’s knees and spreads her legs far apart, revealing the moist, sticky prize that lies in between. The mayor licks her lips and leans forward, positioning herself in between the cowgirl’s legs.
Applejack’s nipples can be easily seen through her brown shirt, as she is so sweaty and aroused. The mayor wants to give them a taste, but decides to finish Applejack off quickly so she can go and take care of herself.
Mayor Mare starts kissing the farmer’s exposed stomach, just below the knot in her shirt, and slowly works her way down. She alternates between kisses and slow licks down the beautiful lady’s smooth, tan skin.
Before reaching her ultimate goal, the representative of Ponyville moves to Applejack’s thighs, where a good amount of Mayor Mare’s arousal still lies.
Mayor Mare licks up Applejack’s leg, from her knee to the top of her thigh on both legs, lapping up any of the excess fluid on the cowgirl’s legs. The taste of her own arousal is driving the mayor mad.
She can clearly see and taste and feel how aroused she is, and she desperately needs release. Her own womanhood is aching, pleading for her to do something. Anything.
The mayor bites the tender flesh on Applejack’s thigh, causing the cowgirl to tremble and whimper in pleasure. Mayor Mare kisses the sore spot, eliciting a soft moan from the blond.
Applejack once again finds herself watching the older woman with anticipation as she slowly makes her way up her thigh.
Applejack feels her soft lips on her tender thighs, and could simply melt at a touch. She braces herself on the bale of hay by placing both hands on either side of her and straightening her arms. She gently eases herself back into another bale of hay that she is now using as a backrest.
Applejack sees and feels the older woman kiss the lips between her legs, sending an explosion of pleasure through the cowgirl’s groin and abdomen. Her breathing becomes more labored the faster the mayor’s tongue works. She can feel the woman’s tongue inside of her.
Applejack’s eyes slide closed in ecstasy, her legs spreading farther apart to allow the mayor easier access inside of her. Applejack is so caught up in the feelings the older woman is bringing onto her, she forgets to swallow, and soon a small trail of saliva is leaking out of her mouth.
The mayor works her tongue up and down Applejack’s moist slit, collecting most of all the fluids that leak out before they settle into the hay.
The mayor thinks it’d be a shame to let all that juice go to waste.
Mayor Mare steadies herself by placing her right hand on Applejack’s thigh, tenderly stroking it with her thumb. She takes her other hand and moves it to the blond woman’s wet lips. With two fingers, the mayor parts the cowgirl’s lips and eagerly begins lapping at the swollen button hidden at the top of her slit.
Applejack moans, feeling electricity jolt through her body, starting in her groin and spreading to every inch of her body. The feeling is so ecstatic that Applejack can’t even find the energy to moan, instead focussing on simply trying to hold herself upright. She lets out quick, labored breaths, but nothing louder, though she would if she could.
Mayor Mare can feel her own womanhood begging for attention, and she can feel her own arousal dripping out of her.
Despite all of her confusion, Applejack is enjoying everything. The young cowgirl is new to all of this, and doesn’t know how to feel about anything at this moment, but right now, it doesn’t matter. Mayor Mare is making her feel better than she ever has, and she isn’t about to ask the woman to stop now.
The Mayor moans into AJ, sending pleasant vibrations through the farmer’s groin.
Applejack gasps before swallowing hard, a trail of saliva still going down her chin. The cowgirl looks down to see the mayor finally insert a finger inside of her.
Mayor Mare wiggles her finger inside of the panting farm girl, getting herself as deep as she can go. More of Applejack’s fluids leak out onto the mayor’s finger and trickle down her hand. The mayor’s tongue flicks across Applejack’s clit as fast as it can while her finger moves in and out.
“Ah-...! O-ooh!” Applejack moans, approaching her second orgasm.
The apple farmer lifts both hands and place them hard on the back of the mayor’s head, trying to force her deeper inside of her. The mayor is surprised by the sudden action and finds herself even closer to Applejack’s aching womanhood than before, but doesn’t mind it.
She doubles her efforts, placing her entire mouth around Applejack’s swollen button and sucking hard as her finger goes in and out, in and out.
“M-Mayor-r Mare! Ah!” Applejack yells, pushing the older woman down as hard as she can, climaxing for the second time this afternoon.
Applejack feels a large pressure between her legs release and her muscles spasm.
Fluid squirts in bursts from AJ’s tight slit as her walls close tightly around Mayor Mare’s fingers, spraying the mayor in the face and chest, and getting all over Applejack’s legs.
Applejack does not release her hold of the mayor as she orgasms, but instead holding her down as hard as she can until she finally rides the orgasm out.
As the older woman is being held directly in front of the climaxing blond’s pussy, she opens her mouth wide, attempting to catch any juices she can. Some of it lands in her mouth, but even more sprays onto her cheeks and chin.
The cowgirl releases her incredibly strong grip and falls heavily backward, being stopped quickly by another bale of hay. The mayor immediately sets to work cleaning Applejack by licking all liquid off her thighs and womanhood.
The juice is warm and tasty, and the mayor has no problem cleaning it all up. She licks up the tanned woman’s thighs all the way to her soaked lips. She sucks everything she can get until she is satisfied that the younger woman is clean.
Applejack can feel the older woman licking her thighs and vagina, but doesn’t pay it any mind. The cowgirl is simply exhausted. After a very long, hot morning working on the farm by herself, and now this immediately afterwards, the poor girl is ready to pass out. If only she could catch her breath.
The only sounds in the room are the mayor’s slurping and Applejack’s panting. Her face is red, but whether it is now from embarrassment, nervousness, sexual release, or a combination of any of them, she cannot tell anymore.
Her large chest rises up and down as she catches her breath. That was definitely the greatest feeling Applejack had ever experienced, though she still has mixed emotions about the whole ordeal.
The sounds of the mayor sucking on the cowgirl’s skin and lapping it all up is easily heard throughout the barn.
AJ closes her eyes and rests her head on the bale of hay behind her, too exhausted to keep them open any longer.
Mayor Mare finishes tending to Applejack’s privates for the time being. She is now clean of her own juices, though she is still glistening with sweat. She straddles Applejack’s lap once again. The cowgirl takes a deep breath to acknowledge that she feels someone on her, but does not move.
The older woman cups the cowgirl’s face in her hands, and brings their lips together. Applejack does not protest as the mayor opens her mouth and slips her tongue inside of the younger woman’s mouth, giving her a taste of her own juices.
AJ does not kiss back. She merely feels the mayor inside of her once again and trusts her to make her feel good, as she has been ever since she arrived on the property.
Applejack can taste her own juices transporting from the mayor’s tongue onto hers’. The taste is strange, but not terrible, and the woman decides to simply accept her partner’s tongue, even if it does come with her own arousal.
The mayor slowly breaks the kiss, a strand of what may be assumed to be saliva still connecting their lips.
“Ponyville is lucky to have a citizen like you, Applejack,” the mayor says, not knowing whether or not the farmer can hear her.
The mayor gives the cowgirl a final peck on the lips before rising off her lap and turning around. She spots her still-wet turquoise panties from earlier lying on the ground. She picks them up and slides them back on.
Mayor Mare grimaces at the feeling of her wet panties once again touches her soaked lips, before walking to the far end of the barn.
“Oh! And my dear?” the mayor asks, turning to talk to AJ. “If you feel like this is not sufficient payment for all that you have done for this beautiful town, then you can make an... ‘appointment’ with me at the mayor’s office.”
The mayor smiles as she looks at Applejack, still unsure about whether or not the farmer actually heard her.
Applejack is sitting just as she was when the mayor finished. Her spread legs, which leave nothing left to the imagination, her dripping womanhood, and her pants and panties still lying on the corner of the barn where they left them from earlier.
The cowgirl is without her hat, her brown shirt is still tied below her breasts, her nipples can still be seen, even from Mayor Mare’s distance, and her boots are still on, going from her feet and almost touch her knees.
A mixture of saliva and women's fluids is slowly trickling out of the young woman’s mouth, down her chin, and eventually onto her shirt.
The mayor assumes the beautiful woman is asleep, and she very well may be. With one final glance back for memory’s sake, the mayor opens the barn door and heads back to her car.
The only problem is that Mayor Mare is still incredibly aroused. Her moist panties rubbing against her swollen lips is not helping her at all.
She needs release. And she knows where to get it.
It may seem wrong to abuse one’s power like this, but hey...
What are interns for, anyway?
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Written by - ScatMan2001
Edited by - A Renegade Time Lord
Author's Note
I wrote this story to practice writing clop for my other two stories, so let me know what ya think.
Be sure to like and comment and such!
There may be a possible sequel coming out if this story gets a good overall response from you guys.
