The Center of Attention

Applejack began by placing her chateau atop Rarity’s head, and then giggling as she watched the fashion lover play with it. She shifted it this way and that, obviously uncomfortable at the thought of being in something less than fashionable. Her eyes read like a book, and they told Applejack that she was desperately trying not to appear rude. She may have been nude, but the incompatibility of the two words was blunt, even though they rhymed. Applejack smiled and reached down to adjust the hat, maneuvering it right over Rarity’s beautiful purple dome. The designer couldn’t help but smile back, and she pulled Applejack into a quick kiss.

When this was done, the farmer strutted her stuff. She bent over a rock and began to move her deliciously ample posterior. Rarity was mesmerized by the sight, following the ass first left and then right, imagining what it might taste like. She knew she would get to bury her tongue into Applejack’s delicate body parts at some point. All it required was a little patience, and a little sexual play on her part. So, she reached down and began masturbating openly, moaning in an alluring fashion and peppering the events with some dirty comments.

“What an ass, Applejack,” she groaned, “it’s…perfect.”

“Sh…” The farmer said as she turned back around and placed a tender finger on Rarity’s lips, “…y’all just set there and keep rubbin’ yer dirty area for me.”

She backed away and began playing with her top. The thing that separated hers from a regular bikinis was its complete coverage. It looked as if someone had taken a wetsuit, slashed it in half, and given it to her. It was bright blue save for the red apple that bedecked its chest area. That was where Rarity found her eyes wandering as Applejack began slowly rolling her top up and over her petrifyingly beautiful breasts. Rarity silently thanked some kind of sexual deity that her friend wasn’t wearing anything underneath her oddly practical top. She continued moaning and rubbing herself as the farm girl jiggled her breasts in an irresistible manner. The pillows moved as if they were a written invitation to the designer.

Come play with us, they begged, touch us…move us…drink from us…

“Oh! Oh! Applejack! Your boobs…!” Rarity moaned as she brought herself ever closer to an orgasm.

“What about my knockers?”

“They’re so gorgeous, darling! Your nipples are visions of pink perfection, and they’re just the right size! Oh, fuck, I need to touch them!”

“Well…what’s stoppin’ ya?”

Rarity slowly rose and shook some of the sand from her naked butt. Then, she maneuvered close to Applejack, pulling the farmer into a deep kiss and fondling her affectionately. Her breasts were magnificent, and they felt like silken clouds in the designer’s grasp. She felt something more for Applejack than just superficial lust, and thus, she wanted to go further. Punishments and rough play were out of the question. This was lovemaking, and Rarity intended to prove that. So, she gingerly pulled the rest of Applejack’s top off and latched on to one of the pink peaks. She gently toyed at it with a few of her teeth, trying desperately to open them and feed. She’d already been breastfed once that day, but that was when she was devouring Fluttershy’s lust. This feeding would be different.

Applejack groaned as she held Rarity’s head close, loving the feel of another girl suckling from her teat. Her milk flowed, warm and sweet, into the fashionista’s mouth, and she reveled in the moans that came with it. She felt a certain sense of love and appreciation grow in the pit of her stomach, along with the standard lust that comes with such things. Her smile grew along with her care, and she slowly sat down on the rock behind her. Rarity continued to feed to her heart’s content, and Applejack simply moved her hands through the luscious purple forest that assaulted her eyes.

“I love this, Rarity,” she said, “I never knew you and I could be so…close.”

“I’ve been trying to tell you, darling,” Rarity responded, breaking her contact ever so slightly, “we could have done this a long time ago.”

“But I always ignored you,” Applejack said sadly, “and…I became cantankerous when you’d bring the subject up.”

Rarity smiled. “It’s better late than never, love. Now, shall I continue?”

“Please do…”

Rarity nuzzled the breast before returning to her feeding. She gulped down the delicious milk almost as if it were Applejack’s very essence. She loved the farmer, and she treasured their friendship. They were simply maneuvering it forward a level or two. All of their, admittedly small, inhibitions melted away and Applejack bent a hand underneath the naked girl on her lap. She began playing with Rarity’s vagina, entranced by the delicate feel in her hand. She continued flipping through Rarity’s hair with the other, and she thought she’d never felt something so utterly soft. It was more fun than bucking apples on the farm, and she bent her head back and just allowed things to flow as they needed to. She wanted desperately to remove her bottoms and show her own pussy to Rarity, but that would happen presently.

I just need to relax, she thought, and let my darlin’ Rarity feed. She’s so cute when she sucks like this. I wonder what she’d look like if…no, no, I can’t think like that. Still, though, she sure would look good with some guy’s penis in her mouth.

“Ya know,” she said, “watchin’ you suck stuff is a whole lotta fun.”

Rarity giggled. “Your country nature and simple way is so charming, darling. But, I assume you have reference to a man’s private area.”

“Kinda,” Applejack confessed, “I mean, seein’ you suckle my nipple is great, but watchin’ you blow some guy would be even more fun.”

“Perhaps…I don’t need to blow anybody.”

“Don’t ya want to?”

“Darling, I’m a naked girl. Of course, I want to!” Rarity exclaimed, “but…there aren’t any guys around. So, I’ll just have to do the next best thing.”

“What’s that?”

“Lick you, my dear!”