Sister Act

You wiped the sweat from your brow for the dozenth time since you'd sat down. It was a hot summer evening, and the sweltering barn packed with men (and a few women) didn't feel any cooler. Your chair creaked underneath you as you tried to shake the tension from your limbs. There wasn't much room to move, not with thirty others sat in cramped rows of rickety chairs around you. The rest of the audience were just as sticky and sweaty as you, by the looks of things.

You bet it felt hotter up on stage, though, under those glaring lights...

Makeshift curtains rustled behind the stage, a whispered argument. The ticket grew damp between your fingers. Seventy-one.

A middle-aged woman in a dark suit walked out onto the stage, her frizzy gray hair in a neat bun. She smiled warmly at the audience and walked to the microphone.

Mayor Mare cleared her throat, and then spoke. "The Apple family are truly beloved here in Ponyville, and with good reason: they're never afraid to pitch in, never abandon a friend in need, and never leave your plate empty. They love this town back, and for years they've helped raise money for charitable causes to keep this town wonderful. Tonight, however, is special. Apple Bloom has just turned eighteen years old, and she's volunteered to run her first charity raffle, with some wonderful prizes. Thank you all for buying tickets for the Ponyville Historical Preservation Society, and I hope you have a fantastic time tonight - I know I will!"

The lights dimmed as the mayor left the stage. There was hush, and then a cheer went up as two figures emerged from the curtains up front.

The first was Applejack, strutting forward in knee-high cowboy boots, her thick, tanned thighs bare until they reached a pair of Daisy Dukes cut so short that they were practically a belt. You saw beads of sweat on her honey-golden midriff, running down from her chest. She wore one of her brother's red plaid shirts, tied in a knot below her cleavage, and there was no bra underneath. Her blonde hair hung down in a ponytail under her cowboy hat, and a stalk of grass dangled playfully between her lips.

She clapped a hand to her left breast, squeezed until her fingers sunk into her ample bosom, and then spun around, her spurs jingling as she did. She slapped her own ass hard, barely sending a ripple through her thick, toned butt, and spun back round with a wink.

Apple Bloom walked on behind her with no such show of bravado, moving instead as if her only consideration was getting to the front of the stage without collapsing in a panic. She waved timidly at the cheering audience, trying not to meet anyone's eye.

She was dressed demurely compared to her elder sister, in fact, she looked as if she'd walked in here after a day's work on the farm. She probably has, you thought. A ratty yellow t-shirt that had once been white, boot-cut jeans that were a patchwork of rips and grass stains, battered trainers, and a blue baseball cap. Underneath the cap, locks of her fine red hair stuck to her cheeks and forehead with sweat. She carried a velvet top hat in her arms, with the top to the ground. Her freckled cheeks were both flushed red, and along with the way she walked, it was clear she'd had a few rounds of Apple Acre's Reserve before coming up on stage.

A bright-pink button pinned to her chest finished off the outfit. It read "18!"

Applejack grabbed the microphone. "As y'all know, this is a last man - or woman," she looked at the few women sat around you in the audience, "standing raffle. Everyone's tickets are in that there top hat. We'll take them out one-by-one, and the last ticket picked gets the special prize. Don't fret none though, Apple Bloom's got lots of consolation prizes for everyone else. Ain't that right, sis?"

"S-sure is!" Apple Bloom's words came slowly, as if it was a struggle to understand exactly what she was saying.

"Now, with no further ado, let's kick off this rodeo!"

Apple Bloom placed the top hat on a hay bale in the middle of the stage. She reached inside, pulled out a slip of paper, opened it up, and with some hesitation she read out:

"Thirty-f-four!"

"Aw, shoot!"

You turned your head and saw a man several seats down with his ticket held high, shaking his head ruefully.

Applejack laughed. "Aw, don't be sad now, sugar! Come on up here and claim your consolation prize!"

The man was more than happy to do so. He was middle-aged, thick-set and unshaven. You recognized him, a delivery man for a local moving company. His grey dress shirt clung to his back with sweat, and he had a pie-sized damp patch under each armpit. He reached out to shake Applejack's hand as he got onto the stage. She took it, and kissed him on the cheek.

"Well, darlin', what'll it be?" Applejack's voice was sweet as honey. "The standard, or somethin' special?"

The man grinned and grunted, eyeing Apple Bloom like a piece of meat. "Something special, huh?"

"If you want something different, as long as it's above the belt, I'm sure we can help you out..."

He shrugged. "Nah, I'll have the standard."

Applejack reached over and took the cap off Apple Bloom's head, making her jump. "You heard the man, Bloom."

Even from your seat, you saw the young woman swallow. Slowly, clumsily, she got down onto her knees in front of the man. You could see her hands shaking as the man stepped forward and rubbed the thick bulge in his jeans against her cheek, running his fingers through her pale red hair. You felt a similar bulge in your own pants.

"Now, this is Apple Bloom's first time at this, so she mightn't quite know exactly what she's doing," said Applejack, her voice playful, "but don't y'all worry, she's got her big sis here to help her out." She walked over and buried her face in the man's neck, kissing and nipping from his ear to his collarbone.

The man stopped dry-humping the teenage girl's face and fiddled with his belt, grunting as he undid his pants. Apple Bloom didn't look particularly joyful at this turn of events. After half a minute of fumbling, the man pushed the line of his underpants down and pulled out his cock and balls. His uncircumcised cock was short but thick, his balls were heavy, and they were surrounded by a nest of wiry, unkempt pubic hair. His genitals had a sheen to them, a sweaty, greasy look that suggested that if he'd taken a shower today, it had been many hours ago indeed.

You heard Apple Bloom gag out loud, and felt your own cock twitch. Apparently it smelled as clean as it looked.

The man didn't seem to care. He wrapped her hair in his fingers again and pressed his cock against the bare skin of her face, the angry-red tip slapping against her forehead, the sweaty skin of his scrotum sticking on her cheek. She cringed, her eyes and mouth shut tight, but made no effort to resist. Above her, her sister was kissing the man deeply as he pawed at her tits with his free hand.

Applejack broke her kiss, dropping to her knees. "Come on now, Bloom," she chided, "you can't tease him all night."

"Um, sis, it-" the man continued to hump her face as she spoke, "-we got any wet-wipes? It kinda smells funny..."

Applejack clicked her tongue. "Well shoot, that's what you're here for! By the time you get it nice and clean, this fella'll be just about ready to finish."

"If you're sure, sis..."

"I'm sure, Bloom. Start slow, lick it, just get your tongue all over it. Don't worry, big sis is right behind you if you get stuck..." With that, Applejack shuffled until she was behind her sister, her breasts pressing into her sister's back. She turned to wink at the audience, and then in one swift movement took Apple Bloom's earlobe in her mouth, and slipped a hand down the front of her jeans.

Apple Bloom squeaked in shock at the twin sensations, teeth on her ear and fingers on her pussy. A cheer went up through the crowd, reminding her exactly where she was. She tried to hide her face as a reflex, which she did by pushing her face forward onto the man's cock. Whimpering, she looked up at him, and stuck out her tongue.

You saw the man shut his eyes as Apple Bloom's pink tongue trailed along his cock. She started at the base, unwashed pubic hair tickling her nose, and slowly dragged her tongue up the man's short, thick shaft, over the ridge where the foreskin was pulled back, until she reached the tip. At the top she withdrew her tongue and closed her mouth, her face scrunching up as if she'd tasted something impossibly sour. She opened her mouth to take a deep breath, and sampled the man's fetid crotch-air, which made her gag. Once she had composed herself, she leaned forward again to take another lick.

The whole audience, you included, watched intently as Apple Bloom bathed every inch of this man's cock with her tongue. From the corners of your eyes you could see others in the seats rubbing themselves through their pants, but you couldn't take your eyes off the scene. She grew used to the taste and smell, no longer heaving, only shivering occasionally as her sister played with her clit.

Apple Bloom and the man let out a simultaneous moan as she took the head of his cock into her mouth. The thickness made her cheeks swell out as she bobbed on it gently. Her sister whispered something in her ear, but you couldn't make out what it was.

There was an audible 'glrk!' as Apple Bloom pushed an inch deeper. The man groaned and grabbed a fist of her red hair, not pushing her down further, but not letting her slip backwards. She spluttered, sending strings of thick saliva spraying out between the cock and her soft lips around it. She lifted her hands and pushed against his thighs, desperate to break free.

"Nope."

Applejack's hands shot up and grabbed her sister's wrists, pinning them to her sides and cutting off her escape. Apple Bloom let out a muffled squeal as the cock continued to choke her. She thrashed, spluttered and drooled, but between her sister's hold on her arms and the man's deathgrip on her hair, she had nowhere to go.

The man pulled out with a triumphant grunt, and began stroking his spit-slicked cock. As Apple Bloom coughed weakly, Applejack kissed her ear and resumed fingering her.

"See? Betcha it don't smell so bad now, does it?" crooned Applejack.

Apple Bloom sniffled. "N-no sis..." With a defeated sigh, she took the cock back into her mouth. For several minutes she continued to suck, her sister occasionally whispering advice as she did.

The man grew increasingly excited. Applejack looked up at him, grinning lasciviously.

"You havin' a good time up there?" she asked.

"Uh-huh."

"You're the first man my lil sis has ever sucked. Think she'll be a real good cock-sucker someday?"

The man's hips twitched. "Yeah."

"You like her eighteen-year old lips wrapped around your dick? Her cute lil' tongue licking sweat up off your big, fat balls?"

"Yeah."

"How 'bout you, sis? You ready for him to blow his load in your mouth?"

"Gllmphh!"

"Gettin' close..."

Applejack yanked her sister's head back off the cock, and pushed her head an inch lower. "Slurp his nuts for the final stretch, sis!"

With a whimper, Apple Bloom obeyed, slathering the man's balls with spit, cringing as his rough pubes dragged over her tongue. The man was swearing softly under his breath, stroking his cock rapidly while the beautiful young redhead suckled his balls.

"Fuck!" The man pushed Apple Bloom's forehead back, so she looked directly upwards with her mouth open and tongue out, the tip of his cock resting on her bottom lip.

Apple Bloom stared up with her clear green eyes. "Aaaah..."

He began to cum.

It was thick. Even from your seat you could see how dense it was, completely opaque white, not being shot out as much as being pushed out, every goopy, sludgy drop of it only moving forward because of the pressure of cum behind it. It oozed into the girl's mouth, each spurt clinging to the tip of the cock, moving forward only as another shot pulsed through his length and squeezed its way out of the tip. He didn't lack for quantity either; his stodgy sperm flowed out in the same volume as a normal man, just... slower.

You'd never seen cum with that consistency. You wondered if she could swallow it, or if she'd need to chew it first. Your cock twitched at the thought.

He wiped the last drop on her upper lip, her face already a rictus of disgust, and the drop of cum stretched out into an inch-long rope as he tried to pull away, before it finally collapsed into her mouth.

He tried to pull his pants up, but Applejack stopped him.

"Allow me," she said, taking the entire length of his half-hard cock in her mouth in one gulp. She slowly, carefully pulled backwards, looking into his eyes the entire time. The tip left her lips with a *pop*, sucked completely dry of cum. With a wink, she tucked his equipment back into his underpants, zipped his jeans, and buckled his belt. "Apple Family hospitality!"

The man chuckled, blew her a kiss, and walked offstage on shaky legs.

All eyes in the barn returned to Apple Bloom, still on her knees, still holding a double measure's worth of gloopy jizz in her mouth. She turned ninety degrees to face the audience as Applejack got down to her level and slung an arm around her shoulders.

"Apple Bloom, why don't you show everyone here how much you appreciate their contribution tonight, and gulp that load down?"

Apple Bloom nodded and closed her mouth, her cheeks bulging out like a chipmunk. The blush from earlier was gone, replaced by an almost green tint. You don't think she likes the taste.

She scrunched her eyes shut and swallowed, her gullet moving to the wild applause of the crowd. Her hands were balled up into fists, held tight to her chest, and her whole body shook. She opened her eyes and breathed deeply through her nostrils, but you could see that there's still a considerable amount left in her mouth.

"That's the hard part," said Applejack, "just a lil' more and you're good..."

Apple Bloom closed her eyes...

...she breathed deep...

...let it slide--

*cough*

"Apple Bloom!"

The crowd erupted into laughter. The poor girl had tripped at the last minute, gagged, inhaled, turned to the side to spit it out, and spewed the remaining half-mouthful of jizz directly between her elder sister's tits.

"...sorry sis," she mumbled, coughing weakly.

Grumbling, Applejack undid the knot above her midriff, and shucked off the plaid shirt. Her breasts were perfect. Round, soft, golden tan, gravity-defyingly pert, a hint of freckles between them, delightfully stiff nipples. You'd long desired to bury your face in them. Judging from the reactions around you, you were not alone.

She caught the thick slugs of cum in her fingers before they could run down her stomach and wiped them off on her breasts. The jizz was thick enough that it didn't simply soak into her skin; the gooey white lines were clearly visible.

"Alright, Bloom, come over here and finish up," she said, gesturing to her cum-covered breasts.

Apple Bloom groaned. "Aww, do I hafta?"

"No shirking, sis! At least you ain't licking it up off the floor..."

With a grumble, Apple Bloom ambled her way over and lapped at her sister's tits. Applejack cooed softly at the attentions, a blush rising in her cheeks. Apple Bloom stopped every few licks to swallow, sometimes struggling with the taste, but returning shortly after to continue her attentions. A thick dollop of cum topped each of her sister's nipples, and she sucked each one into her mouth until it was completely clean. Finally, she licked her lips, having swallowed every drop of the man's cum.

Applejack stood up. "Give her a big hand, ladies and gents!"

Apple Bloom remained on her knees as the whole barn applauded, you included. She seemed dazed. She could doubtless still taste the man's cum.

She had never been with anyone before tonight. She hadn't even made out with a boy. Her firsts would all be tonight. She wouldn't have her first kiss with a shy jock with jet-black hair. She wouldn't look into her best friend's eyes as the singer slipped two fingers inside her for the first time. She wouldn't lose her virginity to a quirky librarian's assistant, biting his ear as he thrust inside her, running her hands through his green dye-job. She'd saved herself. Not intentionally, not even consciously, but she had.

She would have those firsts with one of the people leering at her from the audience, probably a sweaty, middle-aged man who hadn't so much as washed his hands before making his way to the charity raffle. She'd have all those firsts with him because he paid a hundred bits for a raffle ticket, and she would be his prize, but only after she had spent the evening with her face buried deep in the crotch of every other person who bought a ticket.

She knew that one of the people in front of her would have her. You hoped it would be you.

In her daze, she hadn't even noticed her sister draw another lot from the hat.

"Forty one!"