“I can’t believe this…”
Rumble’s exasperated sigh left his lips and blew perhaps the first breath of freshened air inside of the house. He had just returned home from an extended study session with some of his classmates for end of the semester exams, his mind halfway between burned out and focused to the point it left him dizzy. He had told his brother, Thunderlane, before going off to study at the library that it was his turn to cook and clean up at the house. The younger pegasus had done these tasks in full for the past few days, and it was more than due time for his brother to pay it back in kind. He hoped to come home after working his mental muscles to mush to find a nice meal - even if it was just warm takeout! - waiting for him, as well as a somewhat clean house that wouldn’t fail their mom’s high standards of housecleaning.
Instead, Rumble found the universe had chose to make Thunderlane its avatar of sloth and chaos.
What looked like an attempt at making soup had failed on top of the oven, its remnants still oozing off one side of the pot that had been used to cook it to life. Scattered pieces of ingredients littered one part of the counter, no doubt where Thunderlane had attempted a lazy mixture of various vegetables that Rumble suspected was nothing more than mush by the time it hit the water. There were empty water bottles in the sink, instead of the trash can. The laundry was piled over by the hamper, at the very least confined to its proper area but stacked in such a fashion that one strong gust could knock the whole mound over to the floor.
The culprit of such a haphazard living space was lounging in the living room when Rumble stalked in, digging out his wallet to throw it beside his brother’s before huffing at the lazy black-coated pegasus.
“Thunderlane? What in Tartarus happened in the kitchen?” No response came out of the prone pegasi’s mouth, and Rumble balled his hands into fists. “Thunderlane!”
The older pegasus snorted awake, coughing as he turned to find his younger sibling standing nearby. “Oh! Hey, little bro!” He greeted him, sitting up and flexing his wings in a brief stretch before continuing, “How’d the study sesh go?”
“A lot better than your cooking, apparently.” He bit out. “Did you fall asleep while it was cooking? It’s splashed all over the oven!”
“Hey, hey! A watched pot never boils! I know that’s a cooking thing!” Thunderlane countered.
“That’s the polar opposite of this situation!” Rumble declared before a smell crossed his nostrils that made him blanch at his brother’s direction. “Oh, goddesses, what’s so rank?”
“Dunno bro. I don’t let nothing loose unless I’m on the tank.”
Rumble dared another smell before he could pin the particularity; in doing so, it became clear to him what had become of the afternoon for Thunderlane while he’d been away studying. Thunderlane, ever a creature of habit, had sought to get his daily workout in, a ritual he clung to as if it was all he needed from life. When he completed his routine, he’d come home and tried to make an effort towards cooking something. He would save the labors of cleaning for after the mess making, the linens and spare shirts tossed into the hamper pile and pushed down to look like they took up less space.
Only when Thunderlane would do the bare minimum requirement for the cooking idea he had, some sort of soup that would take little more work than changing the channel on a tv remote, would he actually leave the kitchen to watch tv in the nearby living room. He would reason he could get up any moment to go and tend to the food, he just wanted to relax for a moment. And relax he would, but for much longer than a few moments. The food would be left to boil over on the oven, the clothes left unwashed and piled next to the washer, while he snoozed all the while in post-workout fatigue.
“Thunderlane...you’re ridiculous.” Rumble declared, exasperated. This was tugging at the already weary strings of the younger sibling’s patience, as his elder brother only yawned and scratched at his chest.
“Says you. The ladies think I’m great.” Thunderlane replied. “I’ve even got a chance to bring one home tonight, if things go right later on. So, maybe you can be a bud and help me clean up some? The mares don’t like a pig sty for a bachelor pad.”
And there went Rumble’s last string, plucking itself at the question and allowing the gates of Rumble’s temper to burst forward. With a groan of finality, Rumble turned, grabbed for where he thought his wallet rested, and pocketed the folded leather before stomping for the door. He heard Thunderlane calling after him, but didn’t stop until he’d wrenched the door open and glared over his shoulder.
“If you’re such a great guy, then Mr. Great can clean up his own mess like the dang adult he is. I just hope your flirting isn’t as bad as your cooking. I’m going out to get my own meal.” He told him before slamming it shut. Rumble just focused on keeping forward, not looking back at his house and shoving his hands into his pockets. He loved his brother, but he could be such an idiot sometimes that he feared he’d be like him when he got to that age. It was part of his drive in studying like he did; he didn’t want the athlete track that his brother took up, but more of a book smart route.
His stomach growled at him once his anger had subsided enough to bring reality into focus. He had walked far enough away from home to be in the middle of the marketplace, with food aplenty around him. Rumble breathed through his nose and shook his head; he could still at least treat himself despite his brother’s shenanigans. He fished out his wallet from his pocket, wondering just how much cash he had left on him for maybe a hayburger at the least. What surprised him was not just the solid amount of money within, but even a pocketed condom sitting behind the folds of the wallet.
“W-what the buck?” Rumble muttered before he looked at the plastic slot where he thought his school ID was. There was indeed an ID card there, but one belonging to Thunderlane instead, evident by the smug, confident smiling portrait looking back at him. Rumble realized then that in his anger, he’d swiped up his brother’s wallet instead of his own. A part of him felt he should go return it, but it was outspoken by the part of him demanding a measure of revenge against the older stallion. “You know what? You’re buying tonight, Thunder. Wonder what else he’s hiding in here.” Rumble muttered as he dug through the rest of the wallet. Old receipts and scrap paper notes - some he suspected were old phone numbers of mares around town - gave way to finding a curious pair of voucher tickets for Ponyville Spa.
“Good for one hot bath treatment at Ponyville Spa. Huh.” Rumble said as he pocketed the tickets and wallet. “Maybe this was part of his little plan to impress whoever was coming to visit? Tch. Yeah right.” He made for the direction of The Hay Burger, the fast-food restaurant’s namesake feeling like a good place to start with in rewarding himself for his day thus far.
With his appetite sated and at a cost only his brother would have to pay, Rumble let himself wander until he happened upon Ponyville’s local Spa House. The reminding thought of the two vouchers in his pocket itched in the back of his mind, prompting him to turn and enter the establishment. In all honesty, he had his curiosity about the business, if only due to having no first-hand experience in ever going inside. The whole idea of a spa seemed suited better to mares than stallions, but he knew everypony visited for treatments of one kind or another.
Entering through the front door, the cool air put Rumble at ease along with the curious mixed floral scents that wafted into his nose once he was inside. The reception area was empty for the time being, and he took his time to appreciate the welcoming appearance it offered; blue, almost violet walls with a pink rug and purple table in the middle stacked with magazines. Several seats were waiting to the side, empty for now but looking cozy to rest upon. The receptionist desk was framed with a faded white enclosure, an open appointment book resting at the forefront. Waiting there was a blue-colored, pink-maned mare who brightened up the moment he stopped in front of her.
“Welcome to Ponyville’s Spa House! My name is Lotus Blossom, how may we help you today, monsieur?” The pretty mare asked.
“Yeah, hi. I uh...I’ve never really been here before.” Rumble admitted to her, bashful beneath the earnest gaze of the pretty receptionist. “I’ve not had a reason to visit, but curiosity got my tail, so to speak.”
The mare named Lotus giggled, standing up from the desk to come around to speak to him. She stood a good head taller than him, reminding Rumble of his lack of height he’d yet to grow into. Being at chest level with older mares was always an interesting experience for himself, but he drove his attention to stay fixed on her face. “Zhere are many treatments here in our spa for both stallions and mares. Do you perhaps have an ache or pain zhat has caused you trouble of late? Or perhaps stress from your day-to-day life?”
“Well, they always say all work and no play…” Rumble said, rubbing the back of his head while Lotus just nodded, “But, I’m actually doing ok. Maybe a bit fatigued after studying so much. I’ve got finals exams at the end of the month, and they’re the big time. I want to do things right, so I’ve been going through everything I can to practice.” The pegasus stopped himself and shook his head, “I’m sorry, I’m rambling at you about my life. That must get annoying for you.”
Lotus shook her head. “Non, its alright! It is our job to help you and hear such woes.” Her accent toyed with her words enough to make Rumble pay more attention, while she continued on, “perhaps a nice back massage would help you rest after putting yourself through such paces?”
“Maybe.” Rumble agreed before recalling what brought him here. “Actually, funny enough. I got these vouchers off my brother. He had two spare, so I brought them with me. Could you tell me what they entail, maybe?” He asked while fishing the vouchers out of his pocket, unfolding them to show the mare. Lotus took them from him and read through the text on the paper, smiling to herself by the time she looked at him again.
“Ah, zhese vouchers are for our new hot bath. We recently installed a new fixture that allows for ponies to enjoy a simple hot pool, like a hot spring, in zhe back. Though usually, zhese vouchers are given in pairs. It iz sometimes offered as a...romantic, gesture.” She explained. Rumble felt his cheeks color under her curious expression directed at him.
“W-well. I uh...I’m afraid I’m kinda single there.” He replied. “How’s about this; maybe I can just go in alone, just to relax by myself for a spell. And if you get another customer in after me who wants to take up on that voucher, let them have it. Pass the good favor forwards, you know?”
“How kind of you, monsieur!” Lotus said, smiling at the generous display, “Very few of our clients let go of such vouchers so easily. We will be sure to share zhe good will to zhe next lucky pony.” Lotus clapped her hands twice, and another mare entered from one of the doorways near them. Her colors were like Lotus’ but swapped in the mane and coat, leaving Rumble to blink for a moment before reminding himself that the establishment was run by sisters.
“Aloe here will lead you in. Please enjoy and relax to your heart’s content.” Lotus instructed, leaving Rumble to follow her sibling into the hallway and towards the back. With his attention focused forward in following the pretty mare, he would miss the next pony to enter a few minutes later. Lotus looked up from her appointment book and bore a warm smile at the familiar face.
“Good afternoon, mademoiselle!”
If anypony had told Rumble where his day would wind up after studying for class, he would’ve been more likely to believe that Celestia was retiring from the throne. As it was, the solar princess was indeed still in power, and he had found himself lounging, naked, in a warm pool of water in a room that was almost like walking into another part of the world entirely.
While the pathway leading to the room had been your basic tile and stone floor, once they’d reached the “special” back area for the voucher, it’d given way to a smoothed out darkened stone that looked well-polished. The gentle, cool colors of the Spa had given way to darkened coloring that split about halfway along the wall, adopting a stony structure before giving way to flat white coloring. There were several curious fixtures dotting the room: a floral print divider that sat to the far side of the pool, while a wide, wooden-framed bed was to the right of it, tucked into one corner.
The pool itself was surrounded by brighter colored rocks, smoothed of their rough edges as evident when he’d ran his hand along one of them before getting in. The water wasn’t burning hot, but a tingling warmth that had helped him settle in once Aloe had departed. All in all, the entire setting was...pretty relaxing, all things considered. Even the lighting was a little dim, instead of blinding bright. With no windows to peer outside or let sunlight in, it helped make it easy to take in the view of things.
The only confusing part was the rule of no clothes; Rumble had done a double take at Aloe’s insistence before he could step in further than two steps. The explanation from her was simple: to help preserve the room’s cleanliness and to keep things in order, it was policy that any attire be left at the cubby near the door, save any spa-approved attire such as a robe. He hadn’t thought to ask for a robe, though they had been quick to locate him one. Waiting until Aloe was gone and the door closed, Rumble had decided to throw caution to the wind and stripped down, slipping on the soft robe before moving to the water.
He had stopped, however, before entering; it seemed to be pretty dumb to think they’d want him to wear the robe into the water itself. It must’ve been more in case he needed to move around in the room without being indecent. Thus, he’d taken off the robe and folded it near where he sat, which left him in the warm water with his back to the stone border. The depth was enough that seated, the water’s edge came to his chest, thanks to his height. Taking in another deep breath, Rumble sighed as his tension flowed out from his body little by little.
Being in that room on his own left Rumble to his own thoughts, bouncing here and there to wonder just why his brother had such vouchers in the first place. Thunderlane was hardly the type of guy to do a lot of grooming or self-care beyond the necessities; maybe it had been for the favor of whatever mare he’d been hoping to impress? It wasn’t like they wouldn’t enjoy getting doted on by other spa treatments, but…
“...did I just cock-block my brother?” Rumble wondered aloud to himself.
Thunderlane wasn’t exactly the most subtle about his success with the mares he managed to bed; Rumble could always overhear him talking at home when he had his “bro” crew over from work, and it served to annoy Rumble more than anything. It was a persistent reminder that compared to his slacker brother, the younger pegasus had yet to be with a mare, let alone have a marefriend. Even when he’d turned 18, he still couldn’t land anypony to be his special somepony. Not for lack of trying; rather, the majority of his classmates had all found somepony to be with, and it was just his misfortune that none of those selected were him.
Rumble laid his head back against the stone, closing his eyes. A bit of tension had crept back up his spine to his head, and he didn’t want to ruin what was supposed to be a nice treat, even if it was at the expense of his brother.
“My, my! What a lovely bath area.”
The breathy, eager voice snapped Rumble from his thoughts, whipping his head around to see who had came in. His eyes widened as he saw the recognizable shape of a tall, buxom woman in her own set of spa robes, her’s a dark maroon color. She bore green glasses, something that stood out against her pale coat, a shade above amber but healthy looking. Her mane was styled in an impressive curl that let her raspberry colored hair frame her face, her curious eyes watching him when he’d moved to peek over the rocks. “I’m sorry for interrupting. Am I disturbing you?”
“N-no, ma’am. You can come in.” He said without thinking. Rumble was a bit star-struck as the mare closed the door behind her and approached the pool. Closer now, he could make out more of her body shape from the brief glimpses the robe gave as it shifted over her figure. Strong, thick legs carried her, leading into wide hips that were hidden by the robe’s current cover. It seemed almost that the spa mares had given her a robe a size too small, as she couldn’t close it properly. It gave a tantalizing peek of the bare skin beneath, revealing a midriff that had a slight pudge to it. It wasn’t off-putting in the slightest, to Rumble, as his gaze shifted upwards to the massive valley of cleavage he was treated to.
The woman before him had to have one of the bustiest chests he’d seen in his life up close, besting much of any risque material his eyes had looked upon. They were hefty enough that they swayed with her slow steps, teasing in their motions to make him think they might throw off the robe themselves to be fully exposed. Rumble had no real concept of cup sizes, but he knew he could guess they were bigger than both of his hands together, a thought that made him twitch underwater.
“Would you be the kind gentlecolt who left that extra voucher in the lobby for anypony to claim?”
Her question made his eyes rise back to her face, and he nodded when his wits came back to him. “Yes, ma’am. I uh...it’s a bit of a story.”
“Well, if you don’t mind another’s company, I’d hear you. Us mares rarely walk into such a treat on pure chance.” She told him, walking around to the side to his right. Rumble, mindful of his nudity, brought his hands down to cover himself. Even with the water’s dark coloring, he didn’t want to risk anything in front of the beauty. “Oh, I’m sorry. I haven’t told you my name.” The mare paused, lowering herself to a squat before extending her legs into the water with a sigh. The sound made something in Rumble’s mind react, a sound he wouldn’t mind hearing again from her. “Rosie Posey. And who might be my handsome benefactor?”
“M-my name’s Rumble, miss Rosie.” He answered, clearing his throat when he heard himself stammer. If she caught it, the smile on her face didn’t show it. She seemed to radiate nothing but kindness, making Rumble relax a little. “Listen, before I say anything...if it bothers you that I’m here, I can leave. I don’t want to ruin anypony’s relaxing here and - ”
“Oh, don’t sweat that detail, dear. If you think a little skin will bother me, do you think I’d be wearing nothing myself?” The mare cut him off, waving a hand at him, “You’ve nothing to be ashamed of. You’re quite the cute colt yourself. If you don’t mind an old maid as company, that is.”
“Old maid? You’re lying! You have to be like, what, 25 maybe?” Rumble countered. The older woman laughed, a rich sound that filled the air of the pool. “...alright, 26?”
“You smooth talker. Flattering an older woman like me with such an appraisal.” Posey teased, making color rise in Rumble’s cheeks. Seeing that she had no intention of leaving or asking him to leave, Rumble settled in the water again. “Now, how did you come upon those vouchers? The last time I saw them come around, they were part of a town wide drawing back a few months ago. They’re not cheap, you know!”
“No, I know. As for how...well, it started earlier today.” Rumble told her, going into the story of his intense study session for school and then coming home to his brother’s mess. The swiping of the wrong wallet had given the woman another fit of laughter, her breasts bouncing behind the robe’s cover. Rumble did his best not to stare, prodding himself to keep his eyes on her face despite how alluring her figure was.
“Well now, one pony’s misfortune is another’s good fortune. But I’m glad you stood up for yourself. I used to have that problem once with my son, Zephyr. The poor dear just couldn’t seem to get a grip on being on his own. But when his sister finally stepped in, he moved out and it made things easier on us all.” She told the younger pegasus. “I was proud of Fluttershy that day.”
Rumble had to pause and hold up a hand from the water. “Wait...Fluttershy’s your daughter? As in, Element of Kindness, Element Bearer Fluttershy?”
Posey beamed at Rumble. “The one and the same! We don’t get to stop by to visit her much, since she prefers to come to our home in Cloudsdale. But yes; she’s my daughter.”
“Wow. That’s...you know, I see the resemblance some.” Rumble said, the words leaving his mouth before he could think on them.
“Oh?” The humored glimmer in Posey’s eyes made Rumble falter before she giggled. “Is it maybe our figures?”
“N-no, I meant...t-the eyes! You have...kind eyes. That. Yes.” Rumble stammered out, glancing aside. It wasn’t able to be doubted now, with his new knowledge, that Fluttershy - ex-model, Element Bearer, and the focus of many a teenage colt’s fantasy - got her looks from her mother. Rumble wouldn’t dare say so aloud; he only just met this woman, the last thing he needed was to upset her.
“Kind eyes behold a kind speaker.” She said back, making him look back at her again. Her expression was disarming, smiling at him as she watched him. “Don’t forget; I wouldn’t be here if not for your generosity. I have you to thank for this pleasant surprise in my day. I came in expecting just to get a manicure; instead, I get to have a pleasant soak with pleasant company.”
The compliments tugged at Rumble’s self-consciousness, easing him again little by little. “Well...you deserve to have that if you want. I didn’t have anypony to give the other voucher too. It would’ve been a little odd to go to one of my friends at school with a spa voucher.”
“Really? A cute stallion like you, and no special somepony to share this private room with?” Posey’s question made him duck his head a little, touching a sore spot in his mind. Before he could answer, Posey had come closer to him, walking through the water to be next to him. The water soaked into the cloth of the robe, darkening it but Posey didn’t seem bothered by it. “I find that hard to believe.”
“Well, you did find me here by myself, didn’t you?” he quipped, raising an eyebrow at the mare. Being reminded of his single status always did make him feel a bit put out, intentional or not. He caught on to his tone and raised his head, eyes closed. “I’m sorry. That was rude of me.”
“Don’t be. It can be frustrating at your age, thinking you’re overlooked. Would you believe I went through the same thing myself?” Rumble opened his eyes and turned to look at Posey. Being next to him, the difference in their heights was visible in how his head only came up to her chest level. He jerked his head up to focus on Posey’s face again, trying to ignore how easy it would be to look at her deep cleavage. “But, I learned after a time that sometimes, the ponies around us just don’t have all the same tastes we do. Sometimes, you have to go out and away a little to find somepony who really clicks with you.”
“Yeah?”
“Mmhmm. I’m sure you’ll do the same yourself. If those around you don’t come looking for you, or you don’t find somepony for yourself, it doesn’t mean you don’t have appeal or that you’re not worth it. It just means you have to look further out.” She assured him, making him nod as she continued, “and it helps you’re very cute to boot.”
“...t-thank you, Rosie.” Rumble’s bashful tone made her smile again, a sight he was growing fond of seeing on the older mare’s face before he looked to the water they were sitting in.
“But you know...maybe what you should try isn’t a mare your age, but somepony a little older?”
It wasn’t the question that made Rumble pause, but the tone in Posey’s voice. So far, she had spoken in a soft, nurturing tone that spoke plenty of just how well she fit into the picture of being a mother. But just then, he could’ve sworn she sounded...sensual. Playful, even.
“I mean...it’s not impossible. I don’t think I’d really interest mares older than me, but I'm not exactly a mind reader, heh.” Rumble answered. Looking back at Posey, he felt she was searching for something in him, and he didn’t speak further. He just stared back, the only sound being the light splash of water moving about their feet and against the pool’s sides. Posey just smiled again, and stood up to move in front of Rumble. He kept watching her as she spoke.
“You don’t need to be a mind reader. I can tell you right now, there’s more than a few mares who’d like a little nibble of you.” That hungry tone crossed Rumble’s hearing again, while the buxom mare stepped a little closer, “a stallion who just wants to feel appreciated after having a rough day. Anypony would want that, but when you really work for it, it’s only right to seek it out, isn’t it?”
“Y-yeah?” Rumble muttered, nodding.
“And it especially helps knowing that mares like me can keep your eyes wandering several times without us even trying.” Rumble’s face must’ve turned red as Posey grinned down at him. “Don’t apologize. It’s that honesty we mares appreciate most. But I think it’s unfair such a hardworking stallion was given such a short stick by his family. So...what if we made it better?”
“H-how do...you mean?”
“This little spa area isn’t just used for a nice soak, Rumble. It’s a lover’s room.” Posey told him, looking delighted in how he was enraptured by her words. Her hands dragged up out of the water and along her sides, tracing the edges of her robe. “And if some younger mare isn’t going to lay claim to you, well...what about somepony like me?” Her fingers tugged at the robe’s ties, loosening it enough that a simple shrug of her shoulders made it part enough to expose herself to the pegasus.
Rumble’s eyes widened as he drank in the revealed sight of Posey’s bare body. He’d been right about her breasts being the biggest he’d ever seen; up close like this, he could rest his head on one and still have room to move around, he wagered. The pale areola of her breasts surrounded light red nipples that dripped with the slightest bit of water her hands had brought with them, the rest trailing along the expanse of her tits and into her cleavage. Further south, her shaved marehood drew his interest moreso. It was a little different than he’d expected, looking puffy but not unpleasant; rather it brought to mind an instinct to touch and feel the folds and see what lay waiting beyond them.
Rumble realized he’d been staring in silence so long when he felt his pulse throb through his groin. He gave a start as he realized, unbidden, his erection had come out full force from the display the MILF was giving him. Posey’s hungry eyes fell on the stiff cock before her, her tongue swiping over her lips before she spoke again.
“Well, now...you were hiding this treat this whole time from me, dear? Tsk.”
Her hand rose from her side at the water to reach for his thick member, a stark difference in color between her pale colors and his mottled peach and black member. A sense of awareness came upon Rumble in that moment, making him reach up to hold Posey’s hand at the wrist before speaking.
“W-wait. Rosie. Y...you’re married, aren’t you?”
“What of it, dear?”
“T-this would be...look, I think this is definitely amazing beyond any guy my age’s hopes. Really. But...I-I can’t do that to your husband. He’d...I mean, why?” Rumble grasped at what his brain was trying to question with slippery fingers as Posey just looked at him, confused by his pausing of what should be any colt’s bedroom fantasy come to life.
“Wait, oh...you’re worried about my relationship with my hubby?” Rosie clarified, earning a slow nod from the black-haired colt. The busty woman’s quiet laughter echoed in Rumble’s ears as Posey shook her head. “Oh, honey. You’re kind to think with your real head and not this tasty morsel here,” His cheeks darkened at the casual reference to his penis while she continued, “but me and my hubby are quite happy. You see...we’re swingers. We like to extend our fun outside of just he and I. You should’ve seen him and Cookie Crumbles just last week. We saved that video.”
Rumble settled for a simple nod at the remarks before speaking up. “I mean...I just want it clear. I’m not a homewrecker here. I’m not even really old enough to be a homewrecker.”
“The only thing you should be wrecking is this pussy that’s been looking for a young stud for a few days now.” And like that, Rosie was back in control, coming up close enough that Rumble’s still hard erection brushed against her belly, her dampened fur tickling against the sensitive skin of his cock. It made him breathe in quick, holding back a groan while the mare just smiled wider. “But we can get to that in good time. After all, a first experience should be memorable. And if I’m your first, I want it to be one you never look back on in vain. So...where does one start with a young stud like you?”
Rumble’s mind gave a few false starts on how to answer the MILF’s question, his eyes lowering to her impressive chest more than once from her sultry expression before sticking to her gaze. She watched back, patient as a mare with her experience would be. He noticed the way her full lips looked, a tantalizing pair he envisioned pressing against his own. His mouth opened before his brain caught up with it.
“...a kiss.”
“I love the romantic types.” Posey responded, making Rumble stare before his brain finally reconnected to his senses and he realized what he said. Of course, the brief mental dilemma gave Posey just the opening she needed. She had to lean over a little bit due to her height advantage, but Rumble got to find out just how plush her lips were when they planted themselves over his parted own. His heart pounded at the contact, the first experience of a mare’s lips sending his senses into overdrive. He could smell the sweet scent of perfume coming from her, and the smooth texture of her lips made him press for more. His hands were unsure where to move until they found a resting spot on her middle, beneath her hefty bosom.
With himself being sat on the ledge and Posey left to stand before him, Rumble had little room to move or act short of savoring the extended kiss with the older mare. By the time she did withdraw, he was left breathing in a gulp of air as he then realized he forgot to breathe through his nose. It was too much to handle all at once, leaving him a little dazed when she spoke to him.
“U-uh?” He mumbled out, making Rosie smile before she repeated herself.
“I said, not bad for an older mare, was it?”
“...this has to be a dream.”
“If it is, then why not make the most of it?” Posey suggested. She moved to join him on the ledge again, Rumble watching as her curves shifted with her movements until he felt her hand on his shoulder. “Lay your head here for me.” Obeying her instruction, Rumble turned and laid as she requested, realizing once he was laid back that his view of her face was obscured by her impressive bust. “You’ve been eyeing these ever since I walked in. Why don’t you get a feel for them and see what they’re really like?”
The grey pegasus’ eyes widened at the open offer, his fingers twitching as he brought them up. He had almost reached for her breast closest to him when he moaned suddenly; a smooth hand stroking his cock had beckoned it out of him, making him blush as he realized how loud he was. No admonishment came for him though or mockery; Posey smiled as her hand carried on in a slow, steady up and down rub of his cock. Rumble threw caution to the wind and clasped his hands onto her right breast.
His fingers sank into the soft breast in his grasp, making him look in slight awe. It was incredible just to hold the warm bosom, inviting him to grab for more of it with how it felt against the palm of his hand. The sigh from Rosie’s lips made him look up, but seeing her eyes closed and a lazy smile on her lips pushed him onwards. He began to toy with it, lowering one arm to steady himself against the ledge while the other would move and squeeze the breast before him. Her nipple stood out against his hand when he brushed against it, his tongue swiping at his lips without his realizing. Again and again he would brush it, squeezing it once in awhile before he heard the MILF speak up.
“You can do more to it than just touch it, Rumble. I want you to.” She told him, giving a playful squeeze around the base of his member before resuming the slow handjob. That action alone was already heaven for the colt; her fingers were much smoother and different than anything he’d ever experienced with his own hands. With her encouragement in mind, Rumble gave in to instinct and found himself latching onto her breast, suckling at the nipple and letting the unique taste of it play on his tongue as he licked at it. His hand continued to squeeze what it could find of her breast, and he felt a shiver of pleasure cross his body as Posey gave a moan from his actions.
“Yes, baby, that’s so good...suck on my tit just like that…”
Rumble’s dick twitched in her grasp as he carried on, closing his eyes and basking in the moment. Posey’s whole body seemed like a warm, inviting fire that he wanted to curl up to and never move from, giving him sensations unlike any of the locker room talk he’d ever listened in on from his schoolmates or from his older brother. All they spoke of was quick and rushed encounters, things that made sex sound like such a quick affair. But this easy, loving pace was so much better!
He let go of her breast and nuzzled into her bosom, kissing and licking at the areola around her nipple while bringing his hand over to squeeze at her yet unattended breast. Without his hand to support the first, he had to drop his head down a little to keep up, but found it all the more pleasing in how he could just rest his head against the bountiful cushion her breast provided him. “Your hand feels so good, Rosie…” he murmured into her cleavage, making her laugh.
“Oh, we’re just getting started, sweetie.” The promising tone of her voice made him twitch again, but he felt confusion set in as she stopped stroking him, leaving his pulsing cock to rest against his middle as she leaned over to address him. “Now tell me the truth: is this your first time?”
His slow nod was her answer, but she didn’t look disappointed. If anything, to Rumble, she looked elated. She tapped the back of his head, and he leaned up to let her slide off from the ledge and be in the water once more. Her breasts, unobstructed by the robe, floated at the water’s surface a little before dipping down due to their hefty weight. The youth was left to watch as she settled into one corner of the pool, resting her arms back on the ledge and looking to him.
“Then let’s cash in that V-card, young man. I think it’s long overdue for a cute little stud like you.” The hungry look in her eyes made Rumble take a moment to steady himself before he moved to join her. He waded through the water, his member swaying beneath the water’s surface as he moved, and it was when he stopped in front of her did he see the height difference between them come forward again. Even seated beneath the water, her position put her at least a head or two above him. Yet it didn’t make him feel less attracted to her in that moment; the buxom, seductive woman seemed all the more appealing with the idea that she could overwhelm him with her bountiful curves.
“H-how do I...uh...what should I do?” Rumble winced at his question; it sounded so juvenile before such a mare like Rosie.
“Take your time sweetie. Come closer to me first.” She told him, her smile easing him a little as he drew up to her. He broke off from watching her expression to look down at the water; it was difficult to make out the view of the tantalizing pussy lips he’d seen before when she’d stripped down, the wavy water giving him trouble. Posey’s hand on his forearm brought him back to her, and he stepped even closer before stopping. “There we go. Now...I know its your first. I’m not expecting you to last for too long. But that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy it.”
“R-right.” Goddess, why couldn’t he be like the studs he’d glimpsed in Thunderlane’s porn stash? All confident and assured, looking just fine in the spotlight. “But...I don’t want you to not feel good too, Rosie.”
“Oh, trust me honey, I’ll feel good.” She told him. “All we need to do is line you up, and then you’ll push in. After that, just trust your instincts, ok?”
He nodded, and gave a quiet sigh at the soft hand groping for his dick again. He watched as she took hold of him and angled his tip further down, making him stoop a little before he gave a start as he felt the head of his member come into contact with something very much warm and silky. It was different than how the lukewarm water had felt before, and Posey’s smile made his cheeks flush as she confirmed his first thoughts. He was right there at the brink.
“Just a little more…” She whispered, and then suddenly, Rumble found himself pulled into a tight grasp of heat and marehood. He gave a weak groan, his knees almost buckling, and he stayed upright thanks to a quick grasp of Rosie’s thighs beneath the water. If she was bothered by his reaction, she didn’t say so. A look up through one eye - the other closed from being overwhelmed - showed the colt a pleased smile on the mare’s lips. “You’re inside me now, Rumble. Your very first mare pussy. Go on; push all the way in. Give my naughty cunt the full length you got.”
It took Rumble a moment to find his senses to act again, the new sensation surrounding his member’s tip still roaring in his mind. If that much pleasure could come from that, and that was just the tip, what if he went for more? The question was answered as he stepped forward, pushing his hips in and up as his cock sank into her waiting depths. With each inch of him that entered, it was like a shock was being sent into his spine and blasted through his being. He came to a stop when he couldn’t move any further, hilted inside of the buxom mare before him.
Her marehood had him in such a tight vice that he could feel himself being squeezed from all directions. It started from the base of his dick and worked all the way up to his tip, coaxing a moan from him as he gasped for air to steady himself. His body leaned against the busty beauty, his head coming to rest on her cleavage and letting him breathe in gulps of air and her scent in equal portions. It was the only thing steadying him in the moment, until Rosie’s hand came up and ran through his mane.
“I can feel you twitching so much, honey. It feels so good.” She whispered to him. His dick flexed within her depths, evoking a hum of approval from the MILF before she continued. “Does it feel nice to you?”
“I-its s-so good, Rosie. I...I can’t,” he breathed out, lifting his head up to look at her, “like I’m...gonna burst...any second.”
“That’s a real marehood for you, Rumble. And it’s all yours. Just take your time, and move your hips when you’re ready. And when you finish...you decide where you want it to go.” She told him. It took Rumble a moment to compose himself, but instinct raged in his mind to push onwards. He reared his hips back, then thrust in again, groaning at the wet grasp of pussy that greeted him on the second pass. He lowered his muzzle into her cleavage, and closed his eyes. It was a position that Posey took to gladly, her hand petting the back of his head and neck as he worked himself up.
Rumble wasn’t sure if he was doing things all the way right; in the porn videos, the mare was always so loud, almost screaming at times when the guy was going in on her. But Rosie was more composed, in control with a low moan every few seconds as he thrust into her. His rhythm was slow at first, his desire for making the moment last outweighing the burning urge to climax for now. Was he doing things right at all?
“Keep giving me that fat cock, Rumble.” Rosie’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts, looking up again at the sultry stare of the MILF looking back, “Momma wants to feel that young dick in her move. Don’t hold back.”
His hips started to go faster at the invitation, the water splashing as he worked himself into a frenzy of a rhythm. He knew it was only seconds being spent doing so, but those seconds to him felt marvelous. He wanted to cum inside her so badly, to flood her with his seed like any of the mares he took a fancy to in his privacy. His stallionhood throbbed within her tight pussy, her breasts bouncing in tandem with his thrusts against her body, making a slapping sound when they came down. Posey’s moans were growing, the sheer sexuality of her raised pitch encouraging him. He was so close, so close to finishing, to making her pregnant with his seed even-
Wait, PREGNANT?!
The shock of that comprehension was what made Rumble lose control, his cock swelling within the mare’s depths as he plunged into her a final time. But his panic made him pull out just as quick, the change in texture pushing him to climax as his member pushed through the surface of the water. The first splash of cum rocketed out and onto her belly, making the mare give a surprised sounding squeal at the feeling before more followed. Rumble was too awash in his orgasm, a blend of panic and ecstasy, to really watch him spray the mare’s front with his cum. It wasn’t until his dick settled down under the water again that he could make himself open his eyes.
The MILF in front of him had gotten quite the spray down from his orgasm; Rumble could only blame pegasus genetics for gifting him with an overabundant factory inside his balls. Her tits had a healthy spray of seed across them, the expansive swells dotted with white amidst the pale amber coloring. It dripped down over the swell of her breasts to her belly, a healthy dose of his seed pooling into the water as it worked its way down her figure.
Rosie, for her behalf, looked surprised behind her green glasses that had still remained affixed on her nose despite their actions thus far. He panted for air as he stood there before her, feeling very much exposed despite her state of being plastered with his cum.
“...I...I got worried. About getting you pregnant.” He told her, breaking the odd silence. “I didn’t think.”
“Oh. Oh, sweetie, no!” Rosie’s laugh abated Rumble’s anxiety a little as she moved up, sighing as she approached the prone, standing colt. “I didn’t think to tell you either. I’m safe, honey. You could’ve packed me full with this very impressive load,” she punctuated the point with a swipe of her finger across her chest, bringing the cum coated finger to her lips and licking it clean in a display that made his recovering cock twitch. “But you being so considerate on your first time? A plus in my book.”
“T-thank you? I think?” Rumble replied. This whole experience was being so different from what his limited knowledge told him of sexual encounters.
“Most colts wouldn’t think to consider their partner like that. Believe me; I’ve seen a few bravado their way through things until I teased about being unsafe.” Posey joked, giggling and making her breasts shake with her laughter. “The real question, Rumble, is if you’re satisfied.”
The question made Rumble consider for a few brief moments what he thought. In truth, he already knew his answer, but he didn’t want to come off too strongly. So far, Rosie had been entirely up front with him; she deserved the same from him.
“...no, not yet, Rosie. I...I want to do more. W-with you.” He told her. “It’s not fair if...I’m the only one enjoying things. You should get to have fun too.”
Seeing her approach him made Rumble wonder for a second if he answered her in some sort of insulting way, but those thoughts were dashed when she leaned down and kissed him again; the brief tang of something salty struck him before it was lost to the unique flavor of her lips again. The additional swipe of her tongue against his, for just a brief second, made his cheeks color before hearing her speak up.
“I’m so glad. Sometimes, I know I come off as...a little intimidating. But this has been so good so far. I’d be a liar to say I’m satisfied just yet.” She told him before adding in a low tone, “especially without a second round of that cock inside me.”
Rumble’s face burned, but he didn’t shy away. If they were going to go full in on this, as she was inviting him to, then he had no reason to run away. They could make the most of things together.
“Then...well. You let me do for myself so far, Rosie. What would you like for me to do?”
His question was met with Rosie eyeing him up and down, her gaze drifting to his stallionhood for a few moments before she looked at his face again. “I’ve got an idea. Let’s move out of the pool for now; there’s a bed in here, after all. No need to get all pruny.” She suggested. Leading the way out of the pool, she climbed out, giving a great show from Rumble’s view as her bountiful rear jutted out from the way she climbed out. It was intentional, he realized, when he saw her looking back at him over her shoulder before giving her rump a tantalizing shake to make her round cheeks bounce.
“Come along, Rumble. We’ll towel down before getting on the bed.”
Following her instructions, Rumble climbed out and followed after Posey to the nearby bed. A few towels were stacked at the foot of it, and he chose to let her go first before him. It turned out to be a smart decision on his behalf, getting to watch as the buxom mare bent over, patting down her thighs before making her way down to her calves. All the while, bent over, her tail was flagged to the side, giving a tantalizing show of her plump, inviting pussy lips that captured Rumble’s attention as much as her rump did.
He was brought out of the display when her towel was flung to him, and he caught it against his fact with one of his hands. The smell on it made his body tremble: it smelled so richly of her, a sweet, delicious scent that he’d never come across before. He inhaled a deep breath, shuddering as it ran through his mind. His cock twitched against his leg, a dulled response to the aroma of an aroused woman. Posey’s hands came to rest on his shoulders, and he removed the towel from his dried off face to see her watching.
“If you ask me, that towel’s better used elsewhere. Your face won’t be staying dry long.”
Rumble wasn’t sure what she meant to imply by that, but didn’t question it. He was quick to pat down his limbs before joining the mare who waited on the edge of the bedside. She pat the spot next to her, inviting him to sit. “Do you want to know one of the best ways to make a mare feel appreciated, Rumble?”
“Y-yes, ma’am. Miss. Posey.” He clipped out, making her giggle at his shyness.
“Relax, hun. It’s always so nice to have a partner who listens and wants to treat the other; you’re already making good strides for that. You just need the experience. Now,” she moved her legs, crossing one over the other in a display of skin and curves that made Rumble’s cheeks color, “would you be willing to indulge me, like you just said a moment ago?”
“O-of course. Just...I don’t know what to do exactly. But I’d want to learn.”
“I know I’m a taller, bigger mare than some other ponies out there. And normally, I’m all kinds of keen on letting you studs have fun with me. But I like having a chance to be on top, as it was.” Rumble just nodded, expecting her to elaborate, “but I don’t want to wait long to get your motor going again. So...how about we try a little fun number out?”
Something in Rumble’s mind clicked at the mention of a number. “Do...do you mean we’re gonna try a 69, Posey?”
“Now where did you go and get such a naughty idea like that, Rumble?” The MILF’s question made his muzzle scrunch up in response, but her laugh relaxed him. “Yes, dear. That’s exactly what I was hoping for. Even better that you know of it.”
“Yeah, just...uh...you know. Virgin. Well, ex-virgin now.” The words stumbled out of his mouth. “I always was...fond of bigger mares some. And that kind of stuff just...yeah.”
Rosie nodded at him and rubbed his shoulder. “Don’t be afraid of your likes or kinks, dear. Embrace them. You can be so much happier when you do. Or just let me make you happy. Now...why don’t you scoot back a little, and lay back and get comfortable?”
At her beckon, Rumble did exactly that, moving enough to be on the bed with room to move. It was a pretty expansive size for a bed, compared to the single he had at home. Reaching back, he moved one of the pillows closer, under his head for the sake of comfort. When he looked up again, he found he couldn’t see the roof of the room anymore. There was just the glorious sight of Rosie’s massive rear end, hovering just above him.
Up close, he could get a better view of her marehood, the lips soaked and parted to give a tantalizing peek of the pink folds within that had milked his cock so well before. Her tail swept left and right as a curtain of raspberry red, flicking against his cheek once as she gave her rump a shake above him. Rumble’s hands were frozen at his sides, unsure of what to do.
“Just relax, dear. I’m glad you grabbed a pillow,” Rosie’s voice came to him, though he was too lost to focus much on it, “because I’m going to ride that face like Luna rides her guards.”
“Luna rides her gu-mmph!?” The question died in Rumble’s throat as Rosie parked her rump square over his face, pressing his muzzle against her pussy while the rest of her cushioned rear end surrounded the rest of his head. In an instant, Rumble’s world became nothing but the taste on his tongue of pussy, and the smell of her ass mixed with the perfume of her tail. The stallion wasn’t sure what to do first, too much sudden sensory signals making his mind default to pause.
“Hubby loves to be under my ass when we have our fun. He sometimes tells me its a better place to rest his head than any pillow.” Posey told him; her voice sounded a bit muted, due to the abundant rump and thighs surrounding his head in that moment. “You’ll have to tell me how that holds up. But for now, why don’t you try having a lick, honey?”
Since he couldn’t really speak up from his position, Rumble chose to try her idea instead. He extended his tongue out, feeling his way against the soft flesh waiting before his muzzle. He wasn’t sure at first if what he was doing was right; the taste that met his tongue was a little sweaty, and had a little flavoring of the water from the pool, but it didn’t feel right. Posey wasn’t making the noises he saw in the porn videos. She was wiggling a little, but it was off. He pulled his tongue back and slid it to the left, but still met the same sensations, her fur tickling against his tongue.
“N-not quite, honey. That’s actually tickling me.” Rosie told him, her thighs shifting as she adjusted herself atop him a little. “Try going up a little further. You’ll know when you find it.”
Obeying, Rumble pressed his tongue to seek more out of her flesh. It was when he came across something that tasted sweet against the previous sensations that he dove in, and found his tongue sliding into a pool of heat and wetness that made Posey give a delighted squeal. His target located, he relaxed and pushed in further, extending his tongue as far as he could. He was rewarded with a small drip of what he figured was her own juices, a tonic that he was growing fond of fast.
“Oh, yes, perfect! Your tongue is right in there!” Rosie’s glee was echoed in how her rump bounced against his face, ruffling him further as he kept licking. Encouraged by this, the colt brought his hands up, clapping them onto the rump before him and squeezing into the fat of her ass with ease. He couldn’t affect much change in her motions, being smaller than her as he was, but it wasn’t about that. Something in Rumble urged him to give proper worship to the rear he was being sat under, and he was glad to obey. His tongue withdrew and charged in again and again, pressing to the bottom of her pussy as he worked.
The wet sensation of a tongue on his balls interrupted his worshipping for a moment, making his legs jerk as Posey’s tongue slid against his sack. Her nimble motions were exploring, scooting along the tender skin to caress the orbs beneath. It was so odd, but so...comforting. The loving flicks and swipes of her tongue were making his dick twitch to life again, little by little. It renewed his efforts, hands squeezing every bit he could grab of her ass while he licked her pussy. This was why he always gravitated to the bigger mares: there was just so much that was warm, and loving and tender. Rosie was the full package.
He wanted to do more, to give more. Even though he couldn’t see, he could envision an image of Rosie’s flushed face as he worked her up like she did him, an idea that made him wonder just how he could achieve it. His tongue found the answer for him, taking a sudden turn right and up against the wall of her pussy to the roof in one long swipe. The action made her give a delighted squeal.
“Oh, baby, again! Like that!”
He did so, and then a third, and Rosie’s thighs squeezed tight about his head enough to make him stop for just a second. When she relented, he breathed in a breath of oxygen laced with the mare’s horniness, and he took the opposite side to task. That sound was his goal, her ecstasy; he didn’t even need to orgasm, if he could do for her instead. She was rocking her hips a little now, in tandem with his tongue moving, grinding against his muzzle and head like her personal plaything. The thought brought his dick to life, the stallion able to feel the throb from his groin.
“Mmm...don’t mind if I do.” It was the only warning Rumble got before his member was suddenly enveloped in a plush, tantalizing warmth that made his hips give a weak buck upwards before falling. The teasing tongue from before was now attacking his tip, lavishing it with lick after lick. But with that being the sole focus of her tongue, he could hazard a guess that she was using her bountiful chest to embrace the rest of his member, a thought that made him groan into her pussy. “You like that baby? Feeling momma’s huge tits all around your lovely cock?”
He moaned in agreement, and was rewarded with having his head pressed back against the pillow as Rosie’s rump pushed down on him. He replied by digging his tongue further into her pussy, and she gave a hearty moan in kind. It became a sort of back and forth then: he would try to tantalize her further by darting his tongue one way or another inside her, and if he succeeded, the mare would reward him with a grind of her hips or with a suckle of his sensitive tip. He was working up towards another climax, at this rate, but as much as he was enjoying it, Rumble didn’t want it to end there and then. A second orgasm might be all he can manage, even with Posey’s spirited affections.
It prompted him to tap on the mare’s rear end three times to get her attention, as well as pulling back his tongue out of her delightful pussy. Feeling her lift her hips up and away, Rumble opened his eyes and breathed in air not laden with Posey’s pheromones for the first time in several minutes. Her head came into view then, a touch of concern on her muzzle.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I honey? I always get so eager when somepony’s hitting those right spots.” She asked.
“N-no. No, not that.” He tried to find his words again, the whole experience under the MILF’s ass leaving him almost overwhelmed. “I...I was getting close. But, not. Not like that. I wanted something else.”
Posey raised an eyebrow, but grinned at his explanation. “So you didn’t want to paint me again with your cum?”
The reminder of the earlier mess he’d made caused him to shake his head, even if his cock throbbed at the idea. “No, it...that’s not what I mean. I want...I want…”
“Say it, dear. I want to hear it.”
“...Iwanttocuminyourpussy.” The words came out so fast that Rumble half wondered if it made any sense even to him. But from Posey’s smile, he guessed she figured it out.
“Not so scared to do it now that you know I’m safe, are you?”
“Not just...that. It was one of the best things I’ve ever felt in my life. Ever. Even flying isn’t...you can’t top that.”
Rosie giggled at him, but didn’t tease him. “Well then. That’s the most forward invitation I’ve gotten out of you all day. But how would you like it, baby? Maybe one of those poses you’ve seen on your tapes at home?”
It took Rumble a few moments to decide, but the answer wasn’t what she seemed to expect. “...I kinda liked how it was before. Where I could...lay against you. Is that weird?”
“Not at all, honey.” Her warm tone reassured him, and with her hand holding his, she soon guided him to lay on top of her once more. This time, with the backdrop of the bed’s white sheets behind her, he could appreciate the soft colors of the buxom mare’s body and mane. Rosie had taken her glasses off too, casting them aside and leaving her reddish-pink eyes unobstructed. She was a real beauty to behold in such an intimate setting, enough that he couldn’t help but to kiss her. It was an amateur’s kiss, but she welcomed it, guiding his tongue when it slipped out into her maw. Her experienced tongue wove circles about his, but the feeling only enhanced the sensation for Rumble. He moved his hips forward, but found himself brushing against the mare’s midriff.
“H-hang on. I have to move.” He mumbled out, Rosie smiling at him when he withdrew from the kiss to better align himself. With their difference in size, Rumble’s whole body had to shift down to align his yearning dick to her waiting pussy, putting him at head level with her breasts again. He pressed the tip to her flushed mound, but looked up again for one last confirmation. With her simple nod, he pushed in and found himself once more enveloped in her depths.
He stifled a groan he wanted to let out in his throat, pushing himself to the hilt into her waiting pussy. The busty mare’s content moan once he did made him draw a breath in before he braced his arms on either side of her. The learning stallion pulled himself back, her walls squeezing him tight as he moved, welcoming him back in when he pushed in. He started slow again, but remembering what the MILF had told him before pushed him to pick up the pace. Rumble knew he could hold out; he wanted to see Rosie’s lustful expression again.
Small as he was, Rumble’s efforts did more than just to work up a sweat that ran down the pony’s neck and back. Each of his thrusts were making Rosie’s body bounce, her tits heaving with his movements. With her hands clamping onto the bed to brace her body better, they were allowed to move freely, a sight that Rumble focused on amidst the creaks of the bed and their shared moans.
“Faster baby. Do momma faster.” She beckoned him, “You’re making momma feel so good right now with that fat cock. Gimme more!”
He obeyed without a thought, a minor adjustment of his posture letting him pull back even further. His thrusts were now the full length of his dick from tip to base, a tiring effort but with adrenaline and desire fueling him, one worth taking. Posey’s voice began to rise with his efforts, amidst the slaps of flesh as Rumble’s balls impacted Rosie’s body. The hot air of the room was permeating around them, no doubt brought on by their own activities in the enclosed area. The colt gasped for air, panting hard as he hammered into her slick, tight tunnel.
Her bouncing breasts caught his attention again from the wide loops they were making, and on instinct, Rumble leapt forward and latched onto one of her tits to suck hard at the nipple. His thrusts became erratic, his speed ramping up as the taste of sweat and breast ran along his tongue. Rosie gave an earnest yelp, and brought a hand to the back of his head. Pressing him deeper into her breast, she continued to moan louder from Rumble’s fast fucking. All that the colt could think of was enjoying every sensation he was experiencing: the wet squeeze of Posey’s pussy around his cock, the warmth of her massive tit against his face, the smell and sound of their rough fucking.
It was a heaven better than Rumble could ever have imagined on his own.
“Yes. Yes, baby! Momma’s getting close! Oh, yes, baby!” Rosie’s pleading was met with her cunt clenching around his cock, sending a shock of pleasure up Rumble’s member and straight to his brain. He let go of her breast, strings of saliva still trailing from his lips to her reddened nipple, before attacking its twin in a similar fashion. The mare’s legs rose up and locked in around his back, making sure he wouldn’t pull away. Not that Rumble had any intention to; he knew he was pushing to the finish line too. He just needed a little more. Just enough to get her there with him.
In a sudden fit of inspiration, Rumble’s hand reached up from her side and found her spit covered nipple. The firm bud was wet in his grasp before he gave it a tweak, the pinch evoking a squeal from Posey. He did it again and again, giving a couple seconds he could think to spare between each time to further provoke her. Her face was flushed red now, he could see, mouth open and tongue dangling as she made her ecstasy known.
“It’s coming. I’m cumming! Oh goddess, I’m cumming honey! Here it...oh! Oh!” Her words became incoherent squeals of pleasure, as her pussy became tighter still around Rumble’s stallionhood. He could feel her juices splashing onto his lap, adding lubricant to let him go faster despite her vice-grip on him. It was too much, however, for the inexperienced stallion; with the busty mare climaxing right before him, he lost control and hilted a final time before blasting her full of his seed. Each burst out from him was almost painful, Rumble collapsing against her form as his cock pulsed with each shot of his cum firing into her.
He didn’t even try to withdraw; too much energy had been spent in that final act alone to even try. It was also too good a feeling to retreat from, how her pussy seemed to coil and squeeze him as he rode out his climax like she was doing. When Posey’s legs did finally release him from the lock-in position she’d held him with, he didn’t try to move away. He could just manage to extract himself out of her worked over pussy, the wet, sloppy sound of his cum-covered member leaving her stained white pussy faint in his ears over their labored breathing.
“Now that...that was absolutely delicious, dear.” Posey complimented, panting for air as she gazed down at her young lover. Rumble managed a tired but happy smile back at the buxom mare before resting his head against her chest once more. It was such a soft pillow to him, he could almost drift off right there. He knew she’d have to get up soon, as he would too, in order to clean up and probably leave for the day. But he’d never forget this encounter ever as long as he lived.
“I can’t wait to tell the other mothers about you. I could keep you to myself, but that's just too greedy of me.”
...the other mothers?
Author's Note
Hello again! It's been awhile, hasn't it?
I apologize for such a long wait on another story from me. To make a long explanation short: I lost my writing voice for a time. Work overworked me. I found my balance again, and here I am.
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