Farmhand

You comply with her implied request and quickly took your jeans and boots off, leaving you in just your underwear. You kneel down and put a hand on the inner part of each thigh, spreading them apart so your prize would be the only thing in view. You were now at eye level with the orange jewels under her shaft. The odor emanating from them was heavenly intoxicating, and practically begged for you to continue. You put your nose in the stretch of skin between her member and her sack, and took a big whiff. It was musky, sweaty, and damp as can be, but not at the point to where it was unbearable. It was strong, but not overbearing; the perfect natural fragrance.

With a hand on one globe, fiddling with it between your thumb and pointer finger, your mouth went to work on the first one. It starts with small licks, and then evolves into a full-on tongue bath, slathering the cum-tank with saliva, making sure to cover every inch of leathery skin. You pop it your mouth and roll along it with your tongue, making sure to get her nice and ready to go, her moans signaling you were doing a good job. In your hand, your fingers caress it, gently like an egg, but applying just a little bit of pressure for effect. After a solid minute of worshiping one, you move on to the other one, giving it the same treatment as its partner. The sweat along the surface mixing with the musk from her package making it an aphrodisiac as strong as any potion Zecora could brew.

“C...come on, sugarcube, enough of this warm-up…” she eeks out, breath already ragged from the saliva coating her testicles have received.

Her pre-cum production has increased heavily during the ball worship, and you swore you felt a drop in your hair, not quite reaching your face just yet. You decide that it is time to move on, and you start at the base of the shaft, not having been touched by any part of you yet. The tip of your tongue starts at the bottom, and works up the trail of slimy pre that leads to her tip. It’s apple-y, but not too much so that it is sweet. It’s kinda tart and sweet, but has the salty aftertaste you’re used to when it comes to pre-cum. Your tongue follows the trail of viscous liquid, just stopping at the point of production, her mushroom-headed tip. You take a couple seconds to swab around the opening with your tongue, just barely poking in, much to AJ’s delight, as she shudders just a bit.

You start to bathe her shaft in saliva, your tongue moving all around, her veins and medial ring acting as speed bumps in your journey around her cock. You go to the top of her dick, and put your lips around the head, sucking and creating a vacuum as more pre starts to pump into your mouth, gliding down easily (not that you would protest swallowing it). You start to descend just a bit, taking in an inch or two at this point, going up and down as you wait for the right moment to strike, Applejack waiting anxiously.

You finally drop halfway down, your lips savoring the texture and taste of the veiny, sweaty surface of the red-orange horsecock. Applejack gasps above you, clearly not ready for the sudden entry. You start to bob on the upper half, keeping it quick to get as much lubrication on it as possible, trying to make it easier to go even deeper. You are so entranced by your own movements that you don’t notice her arm go closer to your head, until you feel a strong hand on the back of your head. As you begin a trip down, you feel the slightest amount of pressure and your head goes faster towards the base of her penis. Your mouth stretches wider than you had ever imagined it would, and you get 2 inches from the bottom before forcing your head back up (as much as you can, anyway) to try and get some air after the surprise push. You gasp, get a breath, and move down as far as you can on your own volition before she moves you down even farther to where your lips hit the bottom of her sheath.

As you raise back up, it’s almost like she is pulling at your head just so she can slam it down again. Both of you keep the rhythm going for a couple minutes, you adjusting to your lack of air, and it almost becomes normal for a while, until she utters the fateful words and lets you breathe for a solid 5 seconds.

“Hold on, I’m almost there.”

She grabs with both hands this time, and starts the brutal facefuck. You are slammed down to the base, pulled up, and slammed down again, almost as fast as she can. She’s dictating the pace, and you’re just along for the ride. It happens again, and again, and again so quickly that you’re not sure what’s even going on. You catch your bearing when she slams you down, and keeps you there.

She bursts.

The tip gets lodged in your throat as the first wave of semen flows into your throat at ludicrous speeds. It’s like someone put their finger over the hose nozzle, and it sprays a directed spasm of jizz. You can already tell it’s as thick as honey, but not sure how it tastes, as her dick is past your tongue and tastebuds. She holds you in this position, hand on your head and your mouth on her dick as her release continues. The viscous cream is pumped into your stomach, painting your throat, esophagus, and gut whiter than the first snowfall of winter. You feel yourself becoming almost impossibly full, and your stomach is stretching from the sheer volume of cum that was put into you.

She pulls off of you, hair all frizzy, panting, and sweat dripping down her face. You back off and gasp as you finally get to experience the cool, yet warm air inside of the barn, cum dripping from your mouth and onto your distended stomach. It looks like you’re 4 month pregnant at this point, and you lick your lips to get a remnant of the semen that is inside of you. Yup. Apples. You both lay on your back, chests and stomachs rising and falling as you both catch your breath.

“Shoot, that was the best ‘end-of-harvest-season’ present I ever got! Thanks, babe. I owe you one for that. Now what say we get some supper?”

“I’m a bit full,” you chuckle, patting your tight stomach, “I might just go try to sleep this one off.”

“See you in bed, loverboy.”