“C'mon, Joe! You can do it! I believe in you!”
Joe ground his teeth together and grunted from the strain. Pinkie's hoof on his cock was an absolute blur at this point, stroking him relentlessly. He'd already come once, unloading a hefty amount of seed into his wife's eager mouth; she certainly did enjoy oral sex, whether he was on the giving or receiving end, but her appetite for intimacy this evening was damn near insatiable. It was making him sore, but he soldiered on, not wanting to deny the energetic mare her share of his spunk.
Her words of encouragement, surprisingly, weren't helping matters much. “That's it, Joe! Yeah, you wanna shoot your hot cum all over my cute little face, don'tcha? You like that, to see me just covered with all that white, sticky goo, licking it up like it's sugar. Sweet, tasty sugar, sprinkled all over a freshly-baked cruller, or maybe on a batch of sugar cookies, hot out of the oven-”
“Pinks!” Joe knew better than to let her train of thought derail; she'd become so distracted that her motion on his member had slowed nearly to a halt, and he was getting close. He looked down to his wife where she waited under the table where his front hooves rested. “Focus, sweetie.”
“Right, focus!” she chirped, her hoof reverting back to supersonic strokes.
Joe was already riding high, and the sudden shift from slow and steady to impossibly fast caught him off guard. Suddenly, he was right on the edge. “Ah! Pinks! I'm gettin' there!”
“Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy!” Pinkie practically giggled as she rubbed him hard and fast.
Joe was too busy getting ready to experience his second orgasm in the space of less than an hour to focus on how adorable his wife was, nor did he think it unusual to feel something clamp down over the head of his stallionhood. In his sex-addled state, he assumed it was her mouth, ready to receive another serving of his special cream. At last, the pressure became too much to bear, and he simultaneously released a long, low moan and several sizable squirts of semen. He leaned forward, exhausted and panting for air. “Wow, Pinks...didn't know I...had it in me.”
“Well what else was gonna come outta there, silly?”
He cracked a grin in spite of himself. Once he recovered his breath, he hopped down from the table, his legs a little shaky from all the exertion that had just taken place in his most sensitive area. At the same time, Pinkie emerged from underneath the table, except she was holding something that definitely hadn't been there before. “Uh, Pinks...you bring a snack for after or somethin'?” The pink pony was quite fond of sharing a little bite to eat after some fun in the sack.
“Nooo,” she said, drawing out the vowel sound like a tease. “I brought this with me before we started.” She held up the object in question. It was a familiar sight to both bakers: a donut. This one, however, was a specific type of donut, one that was often filled with a light, sugary cream and glazed with chocolate or maple.
“Oh yeah? Must not 've seen it,” Joe said.
Pinkie's voice was still light and airy, almost as if she knew something he didn't. “Maybe not, but you definitely played a big part in making it.” She leaned toward him and narrowed her eyes, grinning wickedly. “A big part.” On the word “big,” she raised her eyebrows, erasing any doubts that she was definitely in on a secret.
“Don't quite follow ya, Pinks.”
“We-hell, lemme ask you a question then, Joe. The second time you came, did you feel anything a little...different down there?”
He recalled the sensation of his head being engulfed. “Yeah, I did, now that you-” The realization struck him mid-sentence, and his eyes flew open. “Wait a sec.”
Pinkie's face was the picture of innocence. “What is it, Joe?”
His mouth was struggling to catch up with what his brain had just processed. Sure, his wife was random and sometimes downright crazy, but this... “You mean to tell me that this donut here is filled up with...”
“Yup, you guessed it!” Pinkie cried happily, bouncing in place while keeping the pastry level. “This little guy is something I like to call the 'Joe Special.' Like it? I just made it up!”
All the stallion could do was shake his head slowly. “You're somethin' else, Pinks.”
“Aww, thanks sweetie,” the pink pony said. She hoisted high the donut stuffed with spunk. “So, you wanna bite?”
Joe stuck out his tongue. “Uh, no thanks, hon, I'm good.”
She shrugged. “Suit yourself.” Without another word, Pinkie bit down on the end of the donut and ripped off a large chunk. Joe watched, mouth agape, as his cum-cream dribbled down her chin and out of the exposed end of the pastry. He was especially aghast to see her chew slowly with her mouth wide open, grinding the mashed-up bits of donut and essence of Joe into mush before swallowing loudly. She was putting on one hell of a show, and as disgusting as it was to see her gulp down a huge bite of donut saturated with his seed, he couldn't deny that it was actually pretty bucking hot, in a weird way.
His body picked up on that signal, and much to Joe's surprise, he actually felt himself hardening up for the third time that night. As Pinkie opened wide to take her second bite, Joe said, “Uh, Pinks, hold on.” She turned to face him, a little splotch of white still clinging to her chin. “Now, I don't know how you're doin' it, but watchin' you eat up that donut stuffed with...well, my stuff is rilin' me up somethin' fierce.”
“Again?” she piped up, an equal mix of shock and happiness. She bent at an impossible angle to peer underneath him, then popped up just as quickly. “Oh wow, Joe, you're right! Little Joe is getting nice and hard!” She held up the bitten pastry. “Should I go get another donut?”
“Nah, I ain't in the mood for that again,” Joe said, a sly smile spreading across his face. “I think I'd rather fill up a nice, hot pie.”
“A pie?” Pinkie looked confused. “I mean, I guess it would be really warm and stuff, and it'd probably feel kinda good, but I gotta say, you don't really taste all that much like fruit, at least not any fruit I've ever eaten, and I don't know if you'd have enough to fill an entire cream pie, but if you really want to try, I guess I could – ooooooooh.” This time, it was Pinkie's turn for an epiphany. She gave Joe her bedroom eyes. “Well, why didn't you just say so?”
Still holding the donut, Pinkie turned around and took the position that Joe had been in only minutes before, one front hoof on the table while the other clung to her cream-filled treat. Her tail flicked to the side, and Joe took a few seconds to just stare. She had flanks that wouldn't quit, sure, and he loved the feel of her thick, pink rump beneath his hooves, but for now, a different shade of pink caught his attention. Her slit stood out, and he saw the wetness there reflect the light. He obviously hadn't been the only one to enjoy their earlier shenanigans.
His enraptured gaze was broken when Pinkie said, “Well, come on! I'm not gonna get any more fresh, silly!”
Joe grinned. “Right you are, Pinks.” He reared up and put his hooves on her shoulders, and in mere seconds, the head of his stallionhood – erect for the third time and ready for a little more fun – had found her moist entrance. Without ceremony or warning, he drove forward, bumping his hips against her as he slid in to the hilt.
Pinkie squeaked in surprise, then started to yell out encouraging words as he began to grind back and forth at a quick pace. “Ooh, yeah, Joe, that's it! You know I wanna feel your cream pouring into me, like I'm a big, tasty pie! But I am a pie! That's my name, after all!”
“Pinks!” Once again, he caught her attention before she got carried away, though his thrusts didn't cease. “Don't you still have some donut left?”
“Oh yeah!” The pink pony immediately set to the task of finishing her treat while Joe treated her to a thorough pounding. He watched, still slightly in disbelief, as she chewed and swallowed bite after bite of her very special baked good, her body lurching forward and back with each plunge into her eager depths. He almost asked for a bite out of curiosity, but instead, he concentrated on pleasing Pinkie. After all, this was his third go-round, but she'd been doing all the giving tonight; now, it was her turn to receive, and he wanted her to enjoy every second.
Since her mouth was full of pastry, the only sounds she could offer were various forms of “Mmm,” but from her pitch and volume, he could tell how much pleasure she was deriving from each pump of his hips. She'd obviously been wanting this for a while, if the little constrictions of her marehood around him were any indication of her need, and he happily thrust away, abandoning all pretense of gentleness or delicacy in favor of a good, hard rutting. Any soreness in his overworked member quickly gave way to glorious bliss as he went to work.
Pinkie peaked surprisingly quickly. She gave off a loud moan, little flecks of donut flying from her mouth, as her tunnel clamped down onto him and a torrent of juices soaked his erection. He slowed down the pace a little, but then she looked over her shoulder at him. Her baby blues were brimming with sheer desire, a sort of desperate lust he'd only seen once or twice before, and with a nod of acknowledgment to his needy wife, he redoubled his efforts.
He was absolutely destroying her; the table shook with every slap of his hips against her round rump. Pinkie gulped down the last of her dirty little donut and started to cry out in approval as Joe worked her over like a machine. He couldn't discern any words amidst the squeaks and moans, but he knew that those sounds translated into cries for more, more, more, and he thrust over and over again, as hard and fast as he possibly could.
Her second explosion sent him over too, the sudden tightening of her inner walls around his grinding member proving to be too much for him to handle. She provided the soprano and he the bass as their love juices swirled together inside her, filling her to the brim and spilling out to soak his cock, her marehood, and the carpet beneath them. Neither of them cared about the stains, however, as they were too busy riding the waves of absolute euphoria that could only come from a vigorous round of lovemaking.
Joe was completely spent. It seemed Pinkie was as well when her front legs gave out and they both slumped to the table, still connected in the most intimate of ways. As they recovered from their incredible (and slightly unusual) session, Joe whispered in her ear, “You're somethin' else, you know that Pinks?”
“You're pretty amazing yourself, Joe. I mean, three times?” She gave a weak cheer.
“Yeah, I didn't know I had it in me,” he said.
“Well, what else was gonna come outta there, silly?” Both ponies shared a chuckle as they lay intertwined, their bodies weak but their spirits soaring high.
