Jack Ices the Cake

"Come on, Jack," Cup Cake cooed. She was lying on her side, holding her front half up with a foreleg, the glistening sweat accentuating her lovely curves in this position. Her body heaved for breath. Her bright pink mane was matted with sweat, and droplets ran down her face, dripping from her muzzle, and ran down her body. A smell of hay and soil, bread, and the unmistakable odor of sex filled the air.

She raised a hind leg, showing me everything. "Mama needs it. Fuck my married pussy."

I wasn't in any condition to turn her down. I got on my knees, straddling her left hind leg while the other rested on my shoulder, and pulled her close to me. Using my left hand, I guided myself inside her sloppy vagina. It gave way easily. She was looser than the recently-virgin Fluttershy, but her muscle control spoke of experience, sucking my dick into her and massaging it as I thrust into her moist folds. "You like that, don't you Jack? That's not yours, you naughty colt. Mr. Cake would be so jealous." She rocked her haunches back and forth--side-to-side relative to my dick--while I pumped into her inviting warmth. My right hand rubbed and petted her flank while my left found her ample tits, squeezing small droplets of milk out of her nipples while I slid into her. Strands of her mane were out of place now, falling down over her face, her lusty eyes watching me. "I can't watch from this position. Let's try something else."

She slinked away from me, getting on all four hooves at an angle so her plot faced toward one side of the mirror. Her heels raised her plump buttocks higher up than the rest of her body. I got behind her, admiring her voluptuous form and roll of chub at the side of her back, then pulled her tail out of the way and entered her again. She rocked back against my thrusts, watching in the mirror as my balls slapped against her rump with each motion. I held onto her flanks, running my hands against the fur of her three-cupcake cutie marks, and down her back. "Oh, Jack, you bad little colt, fuck me. Fuck my married pussy." Her amazing muscle control milked my dick for all it was worth as I pumped into her. Sweat beaded on my own forehead and chest, dripping off my nose and onto her back, mixing with her own sweat.

I pulled her tail again, and she tensed up in pain, squeezing down on my shaft. "You naughty little colt," she scolded, but she only seemed to buck harder onto me. Her plump ass jiggled as she slapped hard against my legs. My dick popped out of her and rubbed against her asshole, bringing a disappointed sigh from her. "Put it back in, Jack. Fuck me. Fuck me. Mama needs it." I held her flanks, prodding at her asshole slightly, testing those waters, and she pulled away slightly, "Dirty little colt, I told you, mama doesn't do that." She reached back with a forehoof and guided me into her pussy again, humping more slowly, moving gradually from tip to hilt and back inside her. I reached around to rub at her clit with my left hand. She moaned in ecstasy, fucking me harder in response. "You're going to make mama cum. Keep that up. That feels so good. Your dick feels so good inside me, you bad colt."

I pulled my hand away. Two can play at this teasing game, Mrs. Cake.

"Do it again, ah!" She moaned. "Rub my pussy. Mama needs it." Instead, I started playing with her asshole again, rubbing circles around the sweaty entrance with my finger. "You bad little colt. Listen to mama!" She was desperately close to orgasm now, and I knew she wouldn't fight it. So I dipped my finger in her ass. She moaned in pleasure. I felt the inside of her asshole, and felt my own dick thrusting in her pussy through the thin walls of flesh separating the two holes. "Oh, fuck!" She screamed, and bucked so hard against me I had to hold her in place with my right hand to keep from popping out while she came prodigiously around my member, her vaginal muscles caressing and massaging my shaft with wild spasms. When her orgasm ended, she stood still, breathing heavily for a moment while I continued my thrusts and anal fingering, before pulling away.

"You bad little colt. Let's try another." She wrestled me down so my legs hung off the edge of the table toward the mirror, and climbed on top of me, the table creaking with the shift of weight. She rubbed her teats against my dick, leaving a trail of her secretions across the plump curve. Then without the use of hoof or hand, she managed to take me into her again. She was in complete control. Stocking-clad forelegs pressed against my arms, holding me down as she rode me, cowgirl style. She gazed down at me in lustful, dominating control, her mane framing her face seductively. She tickled my balls with her tail, then raised it up to look behind and watch in the mirror while I penetrated her. Her plump ass rose up and down, then side-to-side as I was in to the hilt, and she repeated the motions with more fluidity and gradually increasing speed. "You like that married pussy, don't you Jack? That doesn't belong to you," she taunted. "I don't know what my husband would do to you if he could see. But I'm not going to stop until you cum on my face." The dirty talk, the risk, they made it even more exciting as she rode me. Her tits slapped and rubbed on my belly, our sweat mixing, the stank of sex overwhelming her subtler scent of bread and earth. She lifted one foreleg to brush hair out of her face, her mouth slightly open as she held the hoof there, watching our reflection behind her back as we thrust together. She turned her attention back to me, looking straight in my eyes. "Fuck me, Jack. Fuck me. I want you to cum on my face. I want you to soil my face with your cum. My husband doesn't need to know."

Her humping got faster, wilder, and soon the table began rocking with each thrust, loudly creaking. "I'm getting close," I groaned.

She climbed off me and sat down on the floor. I quickly stood up in front of her, and she went down on me with reckless abandon, furiously deepthroating my cock, then stroking me between her stockinged forehooves, and deepthroating again, my glans pounding into the tightness of her throat. "Cum for me, cum on my face," she intoned, rubbing my dick between her hooves. "Cum on me. Give me your cum. I want you to spray it all over my face." I was getting really close now, and she sensed it, deepthroating me again to bring it along.

"I'm going to cum!"

She pulled her mouth away from me, breathing heavily, turned her head to the side, and jacked me off hard. My balls tensed up, and sperm shot out of my dick with force, putting sticky lines in her sweaty mane and all over her face. It squirted across her cheek. She closed one eye as a hot jet flashed across her eyelid, oozing from her eyelashes. Another line squirted on top of her muzzle, and a final, weak squirt oozed onto the tip of her waiting tongue before she licked the last of it from the tip of my cock. She released me and turned to admire her cum-covered face in the mirror, a strand of my semen dripping from her jawline. She caught the drip with her hoof, and brought it to her mouth, seductively licking it clean while watching the reflection of her heaving body.

"Excuse me, Jack, while I go clean up."

She hurried out the door through which we arrived, and I slumped against the table to catch my breath.

A moment later, I heard Discord's disembodied voice. "You really should see what she's up to now." He was breathing heavily.

"Where are you?"

He didn't answer, but suddenly the mirror turned transparent. A one-way mirror. Mr. Cake was on the other side, sitting back in a chair and furiously jacking off. An old-fashioned camera stood in the middle of the window, filming the party room. Mrs. Cake opened a door and walked into the small room on the other side of the one-way mirror. My cum still covering the right half of her face, she offered her rear end to him. He mounted her, fucking her pussy with his pony dick.

"See?" Discord asked, still invisible and breathing heavily.

Mr. Cake plowed into his wife with desperate need. Soon enough, the Cakes' fucking reached a climax, and prodigious quantities of horse cum spilled out of Mrs. Cake's vagina. Simultaneously, Discord's voice clearly spoke of his own climax, he sighed, and then said, "Oh, fuck that was hot."

Discord, you piece of-- "So, am I here to 'sow chaos,' or just for your perverted viewing pleasure?" Discord ignored my question.

Well, I'm going to sneak out of here before she comes back. I'm...pretty sure they can have the party ready in time.