His Cheesy Sense had been oozing all day. Cheese Sandwich had returned to Ponyville after receiving one very lurid love letter. And now, after a nice dinner, he was about to have himself some desert.
“Hold on youngin,” Granny Smith warned. “I need to remove my teeth!”
Cheese Sandwich could barely contain himself. The wrinkled green mare lay on the bed beside him. There was a splash as her dentures were dropped into glass of water beside the bed.
The old green mare smacked her lips together a few times, already drooling. With her tongue, she licked a little smegma free from the inner folds of Cheese Sandwich’s sheath. It was salty and warm. Something within stirred at her intrusion. She stuck out her tongue again, plunged it deep into the wet wrinkled folds of the stallion’s hidden penis, and dug out an entire days worth of dick cheese. She smacked her lips at the salty treat and savoured the delicious flavour.
Cheese Sandwich felt himself go hard, his cheese stick rising to the occasion. He pulled Granny Smith close to him, and rolled over onto his back. She moaned in surprise, and continued to probe for cheesy sauce hidden within the folds of his sheath. He couldn’t believe his good fortune. He eyed his prize, the wrinkled flaccid drooping lips of the old mare’s labia, dangling down and looking deflated. Here was his the object of his desire. Using his hooves, he gently pulled her apart. It was like peeling apart a grilled cheese sandwich. There was lurid yellow vaginal mucus that clung to the flaccid labial folds, and a dank smell of age. It was the finest of all aged cheeses he thought to himself.
There was a lewd squelch as he massaged those limp lips and pulled them into a smile.
She was slobbering on his knob quite nicely now, gumming him, biting down savagely upon his shaft, and copious amounts of drool dribbled down his dick, over his balls, and pooled around his dock.
Cheese Sandwich sniffed the fine meal spread before him, and, with a careful lick, he slurped in one long strand of muff-mucus. It was semi-solid, rolled around on his tongue, and could be pressed into an odd almost pasty substance if he mashed it against the roof of his mouth. He shivered with delight as the old mare continued to slobber on his knob and he enjoyed his favourite cheesy treat. Old age had ripened this mare into a rare feast. Without warning, he plunged his muzzle into her sodden folds, causing the old mare to cry out. The flesh was strangely cool and spongy, and he probed deeply with his tongue, drinking in more of the yellow gunk that clung to her wrinkled flesh, savouring the yeasty flavour.
Granny Smith let out a hoot and a holler. She hadn’t been fucked like this since primary school. Cheese Sandwich was a goer, and Granny Smith appreciated a good work ethic. She rolled her hips so he could get himself a good nibble on her crotch cobbler, and she moaned when she felt him lick her wrinkled old apple seed. She rewarded his efforts with a wet whooshy queef that made her long lips flap along the sides of his face, making wet slapping sounds and slapping slapping his cheeks with her damp and sticky lengths of labia.
Cheese Sandwich looked like he had been sprayed in the face with silly string. He licked his lips and went for the gusto. He wrapped his forelegs around he waist and squeezed affectionately, licking away at her stench trench, licking out every last drop of cheesey goodness.
Granny Smith surprised him by revealing that she had no gag reflex.
The old mare’s pucker flared, Cheese Sandwich’s squeezing around her middle was too much for her to bear, and a hot runny shart dribbled out, the runny brown liquid running down Cheese Sandwich’s nostrils, and then back down the back of his throat.
His licking continued unabated.
Granny Smith felt the cock in her mouth throbbing, it would go off soon, and a hot gooey treat would come gushing out, her reward for a job well done. She was having trouble breathing… the lapping at her nethers was driving her to distraction. Cheese Sandwich was good, but that was what is cutie mark was for. Eating cheese sandwiches. And Granny Smith had the cheesiest cheese sandwich in Equestria.
With an incontinent clenching of her nethers, Granny Smith came explosively, giving Cheese Sandwich a chocolate coating that’d never forget. She peaked several times, squirting violently each time she crested, and Cheese Sandwich never once stopped licking, his tongue still hunting for any remaining drops of cheesey goodness.
“Look out youngin, I’m a gusher,” Granny Smith cackled, lifting her head away from the slick cheese stick she had been gumming. Saying nothing else, she resumed her gnawing on the cheese stick, jamming her face down on him until he was hilted, and then swallowing a few times to undulate her throat along his shaft. She felt his hips bucking as he approached his climax.
Cheese Sandwich slurped and suckled on the old mare’s nubbin, licking little circles around it with his tongue. There was cheesy delight to be found under the clitoral hood. It was salty and sweet, and slightly gritty.
“So cheesy!” he moaned, pulling away for a moment for much needed air.
And then, he resumed his task, delighting in the bits of corn and carrot that could now be found all over her backside from her delightful little accident. He saw her pucker flex, extend, and a wet whoosh of air hinted at more to come. Cheese Sandwich wrapped his lips around her protruding pucker and suckled, and much to his delight, he was rewarded with a powerful blast from Granny Smith’s bowels.
This mare had eaten plenty of fibre, and he could tell. He was now chewing on it second hoof.
Cheese Sandwich was just about to blow his load when all of a sudden, the door burst open. Applejack and Pinkie Pie stood in the room. For a moment, there was silence.
Soon, the silence ended and the screaming began.
Author's Note
Wait, why did you read this all the way down here to the author's notes? What the hell is wrong with you? Why?
UGH!
