It had been this long and I still couldn't believe this was happening. Shucks, I'm not the brightest tool in the shed and I know I'm not the most cultured of ponies, but having this breathtakingly gorgeous mare shivering and shuddering under my hooves just does something to me that I find hard to describe. I mean hell; she's got enough stallions and mares falling all over themselves just to get a look or a word. For some reason though she continually chooses me, and I'm mighty fine with that.
I look down at the feast spread before me and grin like a fox in a hen house. Her skin is glistening from the sweat we worked up getting to this point and I know she's about ready to come on the spot. It wouldn't be as fun however if I just gave her what she wanted. Mares are indecisive creatures by nature and she needs a strong will to show her what she really wants. She never seems to know until the time comes that its not the destination but the journey.
I start with them cute little ears that're flicking this way and that like they can't decide which direction they want to be going. I nibble and drag my tongue along them and she shivers at the contact. Each little moan and sigh is like the sweetest of music to my ears. I kiss her forehead and give that delicious horn a long lick with the flat of my tongue. That always sets her to moving like a leaf in the wind. She wraps her forelegs around my neck and pulls me in for a deep kiss. Her kisses are like an ice cold well on a hot day and I could drink them in forever. I've got a job to do however, and I've never been known to hide from hard work.
I pull myself away and trail kisses along her jaw and down her neck nipping and licking as I go. She groans with pleasure as I nip just hard enough to leave my mark on her coat. She'll bitch about that in the morning as if I jumped on her bed with muddy hooves, but she'll get over it. Hell, she's been known to wear them proudly when we're alone, washing the make up off and displaying my bites like her spring line. I love it when she struts her stuff, swaying them hips for all their worth.
I rub my hooves over her delicate coat and feel her soft yet firm body. I love it when a mare takes care of herself and where I'm all muscle she's soft and supple. The contrast between the two is so beautiful, and when we're twined together after it feels like putting together a puzzle. I squeeze her flanks between my hooves right over her cutie marks and she gasps and whimpers. I grin.
“You've been a dirty little filly, ya know that?”
She bites her lip and nods.
“Naughty little sluts like you need punishment, dontcha' think?”
She can barely contain how wet it makes her to be talked down to. She wiggles her hips and nods again.
“The way Ah'm seein' it, Ah need to tan that pretty white hide 'a yours Missy.”
She shudders, her pink slit dampening considerably. She's loving every moment of this as much as I am. I smack the diamond trio gently at first to get her into the swing of things, and then I really let loose. The gasps and whimpers coupled with the outright cries of excitement are filling my head with lust, but dear sweet goddesses the smell she lets off is more intoxicating than every cider season put together. The haze takes over, clouding my senses and my vision and I become focused like an arrow. My only goal in this life in this moment is to taste this mare on my tongue.
Letting off I grab her legs roughly, getting her into position. She loves to be handled roughly and I love doing it. I push both legs up toward her head and she knows immediately to grab hold and keep 'em out of my way. Before me is a sight more beautiful than the most thought provoking art. More precious than all the worlds diamonds. More appetizing than a five star meal. Her pink lips stand out against the white coat damp and ready; her pearl throbbing in time with her heartbeat. It winks at me as though sharing a joke only we know and it smells amazing. It fills me with a longing like the sight of my orchard the day before spring, full of the knowing that hard work is just around the corner. All these thoughts flash and are discarded in the space of a second as I get to work.
I dive in like the uncouth heathen she accuses me of being. Her taste and smell and feel and oh Celestia the noise she makes drives me insane! I swirl my tongue into her depths and devour the sweetest of nectar’s. She screams as I strike a particularly sensitive spot and I can't help but grin around my work. My whole self is devoted to the task of pleasing her and it drives me insane. I pull back just enough to assault her clit and she can't even scream. She just shudders and gasps and begs me with panting breaths not to stop. I'm always more than happy to oblige a lady in distress.
I continue without speeding up, putting her through her paces steadily. I can feel her body tightening up, straining for release as she bucks her hips against my tongue. I love it when she uses me as her own personal sex toy, and I know I'll always be her favorite. She throws her head back and comes hard, clamping those creamy thighs tight against my head and trapping me in place. My edges of my vision darken out as my air supply is continually shut off and I know that if this is how I go gently into that good night, it's certainly worth it. She finally loosens her grip on my head and I pull back, checking my work.
She's collapsed in one spot, her eyes half lidded as she tries in vain to catch her breath. She still has aftershocks running through her system and her lower half is practically paralyzed. I scoot closer to her and pull her into my arms as she comes down from her high. She smiles at me as she looks in my eyes and whispers the words I've been waiting to hear.
“I love you Jaqueline Apple...”
