“Ooh, Big Mac! I can’t wait to see the bedroom!” Sugar Belle said with a giggle as she walked through the lavish honeymoon suite of the famous Bits Ponyton hotel in Canterlot, her wedding dress still fluttering around her body as she twirled through the white and gold interior.
Big Mac just gave her an encouraging half-smile as he walked behind her, holding his hat in his hands. The wedding came and went in a blur, and then all of a sudden they were here, on the first night of their honeymoon. They were husband and wife now. It was everything he could have ever wanted. And yet, there was still a pit in his stomach.
Sugar Belle flung open the doors to reveal the bedroom, dominated by a huge four poster bed, surrounded by the nightstands, a big wardrobe, and a vanity, with a balcony looking over the Canterlot night outside through a set of glass doors. Just beyond, the polished marble bathroom with a tub big enough for two awaited. Big Mac was certain he’d never sleep in a room so fancy ever again in his life. It was hard not to feel woefully out of place.
But Sugar Belle looked more than pleased. Her hands flew up to her ample bosom as she gave a swooning sigh. “Oh wow… Big Mac, look at it…” she said, turning to him, her big eyes sparkling with happiness. “I knew Rarity was connected, but she and the others didn’t have to go to all this trouble!”
Big Mac knew it was pointless to try and turn down a gift like this from Applejack and all her little friends. No Apple could have ever afforded a honeymoon like this on their own, but having the right friends certainly helped at a time like this. He was glad he could provide Sugar Belle with the fairytale honeymoon of her dreams. But now they were here, and had seen the room, which meant…
“Isn’t it lovely?” Sugar Belle asked, turning back to the room. Then, back to him, she quickly added, “It’s not too frou-frou for you, is it? Oh, it is a lot of lace. I don’t want you to feel out of place, a big manly guy like you in a room like this. I wonder if it’s too late to see the other suites…”
Big Mac silenced her worries with a big, warm hand on her shoulder. He smiled down at her, calm and reassuring.
Sugar Belle’s anxiety instantly melted away. “You sure it’s okay?”
“Eeyup,” was his simple reply.
She exhaled, looking at the elegant room as she approached the bed. “Well then… We got married, we took the train to Canterlot, we checked into the hotel…” She turned around and sat on the bed, laying down sideways, spreading her body over the mattress, her eyes lidded as she looked up at her new husband. “I guess there’s only one thing left to do…”
Big Mac felt the knot in his stomach tighten, but he gulped it down and nodded. “Eeyup.”
Sugar Belle beckoned him closer with a finger. Big Mac started to undo his bowtie. It had been tight around his throat all morning, and now he would need all the air he could get. Sugar Belle’s hands caressed his thick belly, working her way up, anticipating the buttons of his vest and shirt coming undone one by one to reveal the stallion beneath. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” she said softly.
And he knew it, too. Even though the two had been going steady for a while now, Big Mac was an old-fashioned stallion. Applejack may have been a bit too young to remember a lot about their parents, but Big Mac wasn’t, and he had been old enough to get the talk from his Pa, too. He and Granny Smith after him had set a very clear expectation: no fooling around before marriage. Honestly, it wasn’t the hardest thing he’d ever done in his life. Sure, after he filled out into a big, meaty, full-grown stallion, he was on the receiving end of a lot of female attention, but it mostly just made him uncomfortable. Big Mac was a shy stallion deep down. When he was younger, he covered up that shyness with words, but as he got older, he allowed himself to be quieter, more thoughtful and perceptive. Even if he wanted to take a roll in the hay with a mare, he knew he wouldn’t have the guts to tell her so. But tonight was different. Now he was allowed to. And more than that, he was expected to. Not just by Sugar Belle, but by his family, and pony society itself. Tonight was the night he had to swallow all his nerves and sack up for the first time in his life. Tonight, he would lose his virginity.
Sugar Belle clearly wanted it. Throughout their entire relationship, she had shown through little touches and glances, passive comments and compliments, how sexy she thought he was. How badly she wanted to see his body, and show him hers. How she ached to be close to him. But he had insisted on treating her like a proper gentlecolt, and she respected his leadership. Now was the moment she had been waiting for. He couldn’t disappoint her.
The only problem was that he hadn’t yet told her he was still a virgin.
Sugar Belle was full of giggles, but her hands were moving faster than his, undoing the buttons on his vest just as he barely finished undoing his bowtie. She looked up at him and cocked her head, her expression growing concerned. “Big Mac? Is something wrong…?”
Big Mac’s mouth drew tight. This couldn’t be solved with a simple ‘eeyup’ or ‘nope.’ He needed to talk to his wife. “Sugar Belle… Ah love ya, but there’s somethin’ Ah need to say.”
He took a seat on the mattress, and Sugar Belle sat up, beside him as she placed a hand on his shoulder. “Oh… Of course, Big Mac. What is it?” she asked. He could tell she was worried that something really serious was wrong. He just hoped she wouldn’t be disappointed.
“It’s… well…” he started, trying to find the words. He didn’t know how he used to be so glib; now it seemed impossible to speak with confidence. He folded his hands in his lap, staring at them while he spoke. “Y’see, the thing is… Ah’m no good with stuff like this,” he began. “My Pa used to tell me that it weren’t right for an Apple stallion to go running around plowin’ the fields of other fillies before he was married. We had to keep our tool in the shed where it belongs, y’know?”
Sugar Belle was listening, but she struggled to pick through his metaphor. “Right, but… It’s not like you’ve never done anything with it, right?”
Big Mac flushed red-hot at her question, unable to look at her. “Uhh, I mean… He said it was good and healthy and natural for a young farmer to, ah… do some ‘gardening’ with his tool in his own backyard every once in a while, but…” He couldn’t quite bring himself to say it.
Sugar Belle just put a hand on his arm, looking up at him with all her love in her eyes. “Big Mac, it’s okay. You can tell me.”
The big stallion nodded. With a deep inhale, looking at his hands in his lap, he quietly admitted, “Ya see… The thing is… Ah’m a… virgin.”
Sugar Belle just smiled sweetly up at her husband. “You know that’s just fine with me, right?” she said. With the way the conversation began, she thought he might be going there.
But the conversation wasn’t over yet. “It’s not just that,” Big Mac said. “Ah didn’t think you would judge me or anything.”
Sugar Belle raised an eyebrow, but tried to stay supportive. “So what is it?”
“Ah…” Big Mac struggled to find the words. “Ah don’t know if Ah’m… comfortable with all this,” he admitted. “When Ah was a colt and mah Pa first told me about all this stuff, he made it clear that Ah was an Apple, and Apple stallions didn’t go ‘round foolin’ with fillies they shouldn’t be. Ya kept it in yer pants and that was that. And later on, even when Ah did sneak away to, uh… ‘garden’ by mahself, Ah always felt so ashamed. Ah even got caught a couple times by Granny Smith or Applejack, and mah parents told me that Ah could be doin’ better stuff with mah hands.” He was quiet for a moment, looking over at Sugar Belle. She’d only ever heard him say glowing praises about his parents, and it was clear that even admitting to all this was a struggle. “Ah don’t mean to give the impression that mah folks were bad parents or nothin’. They loved me and they did their best. But… when Ah was a young colt, all Ah remember was…” he bit his lip and struggled to even say what was on his mind. “...was bein’ so damn horny, feelin’ like mah own two apples would explode if Ah didn’t get to touch mahself, and Ah couldn’t. And Ah’d… have wet dreams, and have to sneak around to try and wash mah sheets before Ma or Granny Smith noticed. Ah just kept gettin’ bigger and hairier and bigger and Ah didn’t want to say nothin’ ‘cuz Ah was afraid they’d tell me I was doin’ somethin’ wrong. Even now that Ah’m a grown stallion and Ah know it ain’t wrong fer… fer me to… masturbate… it’s still hard for me, sometimes.” He stroked Sugar Belle’s hand and said, “So what Ah’m tryin’ to tell ya is that… Ah really don’t know what Ah’m doin’ here. I don’t know much about a mare’s body, let alone mah own really, and… Ah don’t expect ya to like me when Ah got mah clothes off, or fer me to be very good at all this. So… Ah wanted to tell ya, and let ya know that Ah won’t make ya sleep with me if ya don’t want to. Ah’d understand if it’s not very good, or if it’s not somethin’ a proper lady like yerself would be interested in, especially with a big farm stallion like mahself…”
Sugar Belle could hardly stand to hear another word of this. “Big Mac, that’s enough,” she said, her voice firm but filled with compassion and care. She took him by his strong jaw and made him look into her kind, loving eyes and said, “Big Mac, I love you. I love everything about you. And even though we’ve never made love before, I love your body. I love it already because it’s yours. And I want to make love with you. I’ve wanted it almost ever since I met you, and saw how sweet and kind you were. I want to make love with you every day if it means getting to be closer to you, and making you happy.”
Big Mac raised an eyebrow, confused. “But… Ah thought mares didn’t much care fer… all that business,” he said.
Sugar Belle smiled and shook her head slightly at him. “Mares want it just like stallions do. But what we want the most is to do it with a stallion we love. I know you want to make me happy. You give me all the love and respect I deserve. But I know stallions are a bit different. You have different needs, and I think your needs have gone unmet for a long time.” She let her hand trace down his chest, down his thick belly, lightly grazing his crotch, feeling the dormant package that lay just beneath the fabric of his trousers. “I want you to know one thing, Big Mac: you deserve pleasure. You’re a stallion, and you have a stallion’s needs, and it’s natural and good and… beautiful, even, that you have them.” Big Mac looked surprised at her now, but Sugar Belle reinforced it, groping his package, feeling the sleeping beast start to awaken as she said, “You’re a stallion, Big Mac, and you have a stallion’s needs. I love that about you. I don’t want you to hold that back from me. I want you to be horny. I want you to masturbate, whenever you want, as much as you want. And I want you to use my body for your pleasure. I want to make love with you whenever you want.” Stroking his throbbing, growing package, she leaned up to give him a kiss on the cheek. “I want you to be the stallion you always wanted to be. The biggest, hairiest, horniest stallion you can be.”
It was like she had spoken the secret words buried deep in Big Mac’s heart, the words he’d always wanted to hear but never could have articulated in a thousand speeches. All his life he’d felt forbidden from this side of himself. Now he had permission to unleash it, and from the mare who loved him, no less.
Big Mac let out a big, cleansing sigh. “Eeyup,” he said. He leaned down to kiss Sugar Belle again, but this time, his hand reached up to cup her breast, squeezing, groping his wife’s boob. He could already feel heat rushing through him. He was allowed to do this. Whatever he wanted with her, she’d said. He went for more. He slipped his hand beneath the cup, felt her warm, bare, soft flesh. He felt the breast fill his palm, and then a nipple, pressing into his hand. His first time to second base. And it felt incredible. This was happening. This was what he wanted.
Sugar Belle moaned into his ear. “I want you, Big Mac. Please…” That sealed it. It was finally time to be a stallion.
His wife’s clothes came off fast; the wedding dress didn’t stand a chance. Big Mac was careful not to damage the precious garment he hoped he might someday become a family heirloom, but now that he finally had permission, he wanted to indulge in his wife’s body. He wanted to see her boobs, her bare flesh, her thighs and butt and pussy. The zippers came undone, the dress came off, and the bra and panties next. Big Mac’s erection was already straining just to see Sugar Belle in her lacy white underwear. But then, there she was before him.
Sugar Belle laid back on the bed beneath him, naked, batting her eyes up at her husband. She wasn’t a small mare, that was for sure. Sure, she wasn’t big either, but she was plump and curvy, with some extra love handles on her hips, a thick set of thighs, a soft tummy, and a gorgeous rack, buxom and perky with her youth still, her dark nipples rock hard. Big Mac’s eyes couldn’t help but trail downward, toward her navel, and then lower. There, so perfectly contoured with the rest of her body, lay her sweet pussy, so smooth and soft, petite and inviting, nestled between two plump folds which housed an entire world of desire and pleasure for the stallion who had never seen this part of a mare before.
But his wife just giggled up at him. “You can enjoy all you want, Big Mac, but now it’s your turn,” she teased.
Before he could even respond, Sugar Belle’s hands reached up to start undoing the buttons on his shirt. With each one, her eyes were treated to more of Big Mac’s body than she had ever seen before. Beneath lay a broad, naturally muscled, hairy chest, orange curls stretching over soft, developed pectorals and stretching down a musclegut stomach that drove her just as wild as the thick, strong, built arms that held her. Then came the button to his trousers. It popped open, and beneath, his briefs strained to hold back a large, protruding tent. Sugar Belle stared at it. There was only one reaction to it.
“Wow, Big Mac… It’s so…”
Big Mac faltered, backing up and sitting against the pillows, his thighs a big spread, but only because he couldn’t close them to hide his embarrassment. “When Ah was younger, it just kept… growin’, and growin’, and growin’... Ah wanted to ask mah Pa if it was normal, but… Ah couldn’t. Ah never wanted anyone to see. Ah always felt like… a freak.”
Sugar Belle nodded, but tried her best to contain her excitement, and to put herself in Big Mac’s mind. “Can I see it?”
Big Mac knew he couldn’t hide his stallionhood from his wife forever. Plus, he wanted her to see it. He was terribly worried she would never look at him the same way again, but… Maybe, just maybe, she could find some good in it. So he nodded.
Sugar Belle, naked and plump and gorgeous in all her natural beauty, crawled forward along the mattress, and Big Mac spread his thighs for her. He was throbbing in his briefs, hard and aroused, unable to be contained. It was all too easy. His wife hooked a finger into the waist of his underwear and trousers and began to pull down. Big Mac bit his lip, nervous, but kept his eyes trained on Sugar Belle. He wanted to see her face, her first reaction. That would tell him everything.
His bottoms came off, and his bare cock sprang up, fully erect, throbbing, oozing precum with an engorged flare. Sugar Belle gasped. “Celestia, it’s huge!” she blurted out. It was truly massive, a giant, long, thick pillar of black flesh, riddled with veins, a bulging medial ring, erect and needy, jutting straight up from his muscular hips, nestled in a thatch of untrimmed red curls, and set above a pair of heavy red apples that carried the future of the Apple line.
Big Mac was already feeling a nervous panic tightening his throat. “A-Ah know it’s way too big, but Ah can’t help it! Ah just-” he started, but he was interrupted by Sugar Belle giggling. “What’s the matter?” he asked, but she just giggled some more. His face flushed hot. “Now, Ah don’t think it’s proper to laugh at a stallion’s-”
“Big Mac,” she interrupted him, placing a hand on her thigh. “Don’t you know?”
Big Mac was dumbfounded. “Know what?”
She smirked, batting her eyes up at him seductively. “Everyone loves a stallion with a huge dick.”
“...What?”
Sugar Belle couldn’t keep her hands off the shaft, reaching up to stroke her fingers, really feeling the incredible length he possessed. “Well, it’s not like it really matters. Any stallion of any size can make a mare happy if he knows what he’s doing. But there’s something so fun for a mare when she meets a stallion who’s got a really big dick. And every stallion wishes they were just a little bit bigger, even the ones who are already big.”
“So… it’s good that ah… got a big ding-dong?” he asked incredulously.
Sugar Belle nodded. “Oh yeah.”
Big Mac felt a shiver of arousal run down his spine, feeling a bit more confident as he followed up, “And… you’re sure it’s not too big?”
“Big Mac,” Sugar Belle said firmly. “There’s no such thing. The bigger the better. And it’s not just big. It’s absolutely gigantic.”
“Oh,” Big Mac said, feeling all his nerves start to melt away. “Ah… Guess Ah never realized that it could be a good thing.”
“It’s a very good thing,” she said, stroking along it a little more, making the shaft throb hard with building arousal. “You’ve got what everypony wants. Deep down, every mare wants this. And every stallion wants to have this. Everypony in Ponyville already makes jokes about it.”
His ears perked up. “They do?”
“Well sure,” Sugar Belle answered. “Your name is Big Mac, after all. A lot of ponies wonder if your name is really just about those big muscles of yours. It’s a bit of a local thing. I mean, when we started dating, I got asked a dozen times if I was having trouble walking, or the hot dog cart guy saying I could get a discount on footlongs for being a pro at them already, or Mrs. Cake joking that apparently it runs in the family…”
Big Mac just laid back, looking up at the top of the four-poster bed, a little smile forming on his face. “Really?” he asked. “Ah guess if that’s the case, then… Ah probably could make a lot more friends in Ponyville if Ah stopped tryin’ to act like Ah was some kind of perfect goody-two-shoes colt and got in on the jokes instead.” He even smirked himself now. “Mr. Cake’s always saying Ah’m always slouchin’ all the time. Could always just say it’s on account o’ mah huge wang.”
Sugar Belle couldn’t help but laugh, giggling even as Big Mac’s cock throbbed above her. “Oh - oh wow, that would be really funny to see!” Big Mac chuckled along with her a bit, and he felt his nerves calm and the tension melt away, replaced by confidence and excitement. If Sugar Belle was right, and having a big dick was as good as she said, then he definitely had no reason to be ashamed. When the laughter died down, Sugar Belle was left looking up at Big Mac’s needy erection, smiling a bit before turning to look at him past the slab of meat jutting from his hips. “I think this big thing deserves some attention,” she said to him. “And I think I know just what you stallions like the most.”
Big Mac was about to ask what, but Sugar Belle acted before he could speak. She stuck her tongue to the base of his cock and dragged upward, letting him feel that hot, wet flesh slide along his twitching manhood, her breath bathing his most sensitive spot in warmth. “Ohhhh…” he let out an involuntary groan.
“Good?” she asked with lidded eyes.
“Eeyup.”
“Want me to keep going?”
“Eeyup.”
Sugar Belle didn’t hesitate, and Big Mac was treated to the sight of his wife lavishing his cock with her tongue. He never thought a mare would ever want to do something like this for him, but here she was, positively eager to worship every inch of him, from base to tip, suckling over the medial ring, pursing her lips around the flare, even taking the time to suckle on each of his hefty nuts. The pleasure was astounding, but what really added to the perfection of it all was the show he was getting. Big Mac got to lie back and watch his wife work over his stallionhood, and he was allowed to ogle every inch of her body, from her gorgeous curves to her luscious breasts to her plump, juicy, jiggly, round, perfect rear…
She paused, seeing how Big Mac was enjoying himself, and said, “Anything you really want to see? I could give you a boobjob?” She hefted her tits up, offering them to Big Mac on a silver platter.
He felt like he could drool over those boobs. But his eye had been drawn to another part of his wife’s body. “Nope,” he said with a grin.
Sugar Belle sat up a bit, raising her brow at Big Mac. “Oh? Then what does my big stud want to see?” she asked.
With a smirk, Big Mac summoned his newfound confidence and replied, “Go on and show me that booty.”
“Ooh, I never would have guessed you’d be an ass man, Big Mac,” Sugar Belle giggled back. But she complied, turning around and bending over, pressing her chest to the bed as she stuck her ass in the air, flaunting those perfectly round, perky cheeks. “Here you go,” she said, lifting her tail up, and revealing the fullness of her treasure to her husband. Beneath that curly tail was her tight pucker, and below that was her velvety pussy, already getting wet with the foreplay of worshiping her husband’s massive dick, her engorged clit just peeking out from between the soft folds. She shook her ass back and forth a bit, swaying it in front of Big Mac’s face, feeling prettier just to feel his eyes on her backside like this. “You like?” she asked.
“Eeyup,” he confirmed. Oh, he liked a lot. His hand couldn’t help but move down to squeeze his nuts a bit, tempted to jerk himself off to the sight of her.
But Sugar Belle had something else in mind. “Then I think I’ve got a fun treat for you,” she said. “Lay back and hold still.”
Big Mac did as he was told, and Sugar Belle straddled him on her hands and knees, her rump facing him, until her knees were by his pecs, her tits hanging over his stomach, and she was face-to-face with his flare. But at this angle, Big Mac’s entire vision was filled with his wife’s big, plump ass. “Celestia…” he moaned.
His admiration pleased and encouraged Sugar Belle. With this position, Big Mac couldn’t see his cock or what she was doing with it, so she surprised him by opening her mouth to take his flare into her mouth, twisting and suckling as she shoved it down to the entrance of her throat, several inches in but still with a long way to go. Big Mac just gasped and gripped the sheets at the sudden rush of pleasure. Sugar Belle was right; this was something he liked a lot. If he had known blowjobs felt this good, he wouldn’t have waited so long to take Sugar Belle to bed!
Sugar Belle, pleased with how she had Big Mac wrapped around her little finger, made it her mission to build him up and finish him off in the perfect way, giving him a grand tour of all the fun ways a stallion and a mare could put their bodies together. She knew she would have to practice before she could even hope to deepthroat a stallion as hung as her husband, but she still could work with some of the most important parts, choking down his flare, bobbing and slobbering over the top portion of his mast while her hands came up to grip and stroke him, his shaft too thick to wrap her hands around fully, but enough that she could twist the flesh and jerk him off into her mouth. She had to balance on her knees to do this, but luckily Big Mac’s hands groping her ass helped keep her steady.
He just couldn’t help himself. He never thought a mare would ever voluntarily agree to do something like putting a stallion’s penis in her mouth, especially when it didn’t benefit her in any way, and it seemed so degrading in general. But now he saw that it was an act of love and intimacy, how beautiful a thing it was to give your lover pleasure. He readily accepted all that Sugar Belle had to give, grunting and groaning in his husky voice as she sucked him off. But all the while, that fat ass wiggled and waved in front of him, begging for his attention. His hands couldn’t stay off of it. She was his wife now, and that ass belonged to him. It was his divine right to grab two handfuls of it, kneading it, feeling how soft and warm and springy the flesh was, spreading the cheeks apart to see her pussy lips spread, revealing that wet pink slot for his eyes before he smooshed them together, seeing all the weight his wife was packing in her caboose, imagining how good it would feel on his hips when he fucked her. It would only be a matter of time.
But Big Mac wasn’t ready to be totally selfish yet. His wife was blowing his mind just as sure as she was blowing him, and he wanted to reciprocate. At the very least, he wanted to see her closer, to lay loving kisses down on that beautiful rump, to smell her pussy and taste her. He pulled her closer to him, but with his great strength and eagerness, he might have overdone it.
Sugar Belle’s mouth was full of her husband’s dick, mid-moan onto her husband’s shaft when she felt him pulling and tugging on her hips. Her balance faltered, her hands squeezing onto his cock as the thick flesh began to flow out past her lips. She made a sharp yelp that was smothered by his flare. She started to fall, but it was too late by the time her mouth was free to cry out, “Big Mac-!”
Big Mac hadn’t really thought this through. Without her hands steady on the mattress, his wife’s balance was delicate, her weight resting mostly with her hands on his cock. When he yanked backward, she could only fall, and fall backwards. Her butt started to fall as well, until-
“Mmmf!” Big Mac sounded, his voice muffled as his muzzle was stuck in his wife’s rump. His entire face was utterly smothered by her wide, plump ass. He couldn’t see a thing, except maybe a bit of her tail. But he could smell a tangy, salty nectar, feel a strong heat on his lips, as well as a wet, fleshy texture on his mouth. Sugar Belle’s pussy, jammed tight onto his muzzle, his fat buttcheeks enveloping his head. She was sitting on his face completely. He loved it.
“Big Mac, I’m sorry, I-” Sugar Belle tried to start, but was cut off by a moan as she felt a tongue drag up the sensitive, hot slot of her pussy. “Ahh! Ohh, Big Mac…” Pleasure started to melt through her, and at this angle, she would have to bend pretty far forward to reach his cock. But as her husband’s hands dug into her thick ass again and held her tight, she knew she wasn’t going anywhere.
His wife’s body was a feast for Big Mac’s endless appetite. He didn’t need to breathe, he just needed to taste her. Her pussy wasn’t like anything he had ever tasted before, and yet it was absolutely delicious to him, tangy and salty and a little metallic, but plenty juicy, wetting his lips and chin with her hot, eager moisture. Whenever he had cleaned up her fluids, he let his lips suckle over her clit, earning a sharp moan from her, before dragging his tongue back up the slot to shove it into her hole, probing deep and drinking deep from the wellspring of his wife’s sweet cunt. And all the while, there was just so much ass to love. He motorboated his muzzle between her cheeks, squeezed his fingers into her flesh, bounced and played with them against his face, spread them apart to breathe and take in her scent, all before smothering himself again. He even let his tongue flick over her asshole, his lips smooching her pucker, not finding it to be nearly as unpleasant as he thought with how clean and floral her scents and soaps were. His wife’s whole weight was on his head, but it just let him take her in more, to tongue-fuck her deeper and savor every bit of her warmth, her scent, and every last bit of her plump, juicy butt. He would never get sick of it.
Sugar Belle could tell Big Mac was enjoying himself, and for a stallion who apparently knew nothing about sex and rarely even jacked off, he was doing an awfully good job. Her hands went down to his broad chest, her fingers digging into his muscular pecs and the curly chest hair over them, biting her lip as she got her entire ass ate out and absolutely worshiped by her husband. She never thought she would be on the receiving end of attention like this, and imagined herself to be the one giving it to him, but it was obvious by the way his cock throbbed harder than ever that this wasn’t for her - this was exactly what he wanted. So she gave it to him.
The plump baker ground her ass against her husband’s face, side to side as she moaned out, smothering him even more in her thick buttcheeks. “Ohh, Big Mac, you really are an ass man, aren’t you?”
“Nnnuph!” he confirmed, his voice smothered in her rear before he went right back to eating and groping and licking and squeezing.
Sugar Belle moaned again, humping down on him, feeling that she was getting close just from his pussy-devouring alone. “Mmm, then I guess, as a good wife, I should give my husband what he wants…!”
Big Mac didn’t know what she had planned, but suddenly he saw light again. Sugar Belle’s ass lifted up from his face, and for a split-second, he saw it hovering above him, the soft air and light of the bedroom reaching him. But it was only for a moment as Sugar Belle crashed it back down. Big Mac moaned as he felt all that butt smother him again, that pussy squishing down onto his muzzle and his vision swallowed by those jiggling cheeks. The impact barely wore off before he was freed again, and he had barely registered she was gone before she sat on him roughly again. Sugar Belle worked herself into a rhythm, bouncing her butt on her husband’s face, smothering him, grinding into him, twerking her big fat ass all over his face to a quick and steady rhythm.
Big Mac loved it. He was in booty heaven. Before he could even hope to recover from the clap of her cheeks against his face, he was getting their full weight all over again. He could hardly see straight, think straight. If his cock was getting any stimulation, he would have cum easily.
“Ah- love- you!” he cried out between slams of Sugar Belle’s ass onto his face.
Sugar Belle punctuated her response by sitting fully on his face, smothering him, and grinding her ass side to side again against his muzzle, her wet pussy squishing audibly against his face. “I love you too, honey,” she said in a teasing voice. But knowing he probably couldn’t take much more without a neck injury, and seeing his flare trembling, fully engorged, desperate to get off, she figured it was time for the finale. And with the way her pussy ached to feel that gorgeous, monstrous shaft inside of her, she could hardly wait. “I know just how to end this night perfectly.”
Big Mac saw light again, convinced he’d died and gone to heaven when Sugar Belle’s ass lifted away from him. But it didn’t crash back down, instead he sat up and watched his wife crawl forward, his flare stroking along her collarbone, between her soft, heavenly tits, along her belly, and finally landing between her rump as her legs straddled his hips. Big Mac didn’t know what reverse cowgirl was, but it was about to be his favorite position.
Sugar Belle felt that flare prod her entrance, knowing there was a whole lot of dick and then some waiting for her to take the plunge. She knew no dildo or vibrator would ever compare to what she was about to receive: the first time Big Mac’s cock would ever plunge inside of her, their first time going all the way, fucking, husband and wife becoming one.
“Big Mac,” Sugar Belle moaned in a needy voice. “You ready?”
The intimacy and gravity of the moment weighed on Big Mac’s broad chest. But now he understood. Sugar Belle was his wife, and there could never be anything selfish or wrong about sharing pleasure with her. When it was with his wife, lovemaking however they wanted was nothing short of an absolute good.
“Eeyup,” he confirmed. And to make sure she knew he had no doubts or hesitations, he let a hearty spank ring out on her plump rear, watching the flesh jiggle with relish.
Sugar Belle yelped out, but bit her lip, unable to wait a moment longer. She crashed herself down onto him, and with a loud, wet squelch, her pussy spread around his flare, his cock popping inside of her, the shaft plunging deep into the depths of her body, more and more with his immense length, overwhelming her senses, all the way down until her ass clapped against his hips, buried to the pubes, her head dizzy from the descent. Nothing could fit more perfectly inside of her, could feel as good as Big Mac’s cock.
“Ooohnnng!” Big Mac let out a guttural moan as he felt his stallionhood gripped tight by the walls of his wife’s fresh, juicy pussy. He already felt his balls clenching. He didn’t realize it would feel this good. He couldn’t control himself. His fingers gripped the sheets, his hips bucking upward, his head tossing back as he struggled to keep his eyes open. The heat, the wetness, the smooth stroke and squeeze of the flesh, it was as if her pussy was perfectly designed to milk his cock. Big Mac was a stallion of few words, but he found the grunts and groans were very much involuntary with the electric heat that raced through his throbbing shaft, deep into the roots of his nuts.
Sugar Belle couldn’t have stopped herself as well. “Big Mac-!” she cried out. But she was on top, in control, and she couldn’t wait a moment longer. She started to bounce her hips, hard and fast, taking half of Big Mac’s shaft at a time, each bounce of her ass clapping loudly, the smacks echoing through the room and mixed with the wet, sticky schlicks of flesh sliding against flesh. Each bounce made her see stars, Big Mac’s flare ramming into her the depths of her, hitting her g-spot and a dozen other spots inside of her nothing had ever reached deep enough to touch before, plus the sheer girth of his cock split her open so deliciously, feeling like she was being impaled on that massive rod of stallion that was her husband’s dick. She rode him hard and fast, not caring for pacing or even his pleasure. She needed as much of him as she could take, and she could feel her climax coming on quick, wrenching powerfully in her gut. “Big Mac! Big Mac! Ohhh, Big Mac-!” she wailed.
Big Mac hadn’t even had time to adjust to the mind-blowing pleasure of being balls-deep in a pussy before Sugar Belle started to ride his massive dong like a rodeo bull. It was completely overwhelming, sheer bliss, total blinding ecstasy that rocked him to his very core, white heat racing through his veins, fire taking root in his balls. He was inexperienced, his stallionhood going from hard to orgasm in a matter of a few claps of his wife’s cheeks on his hips, but the sight of that jiggling rump working his cock, his meat splitting his wife’s pussy open, the rippling waves of ass devouring that massive pillar of dick he wielded as his source of pride left him no other choice. He knew what was happening, and he had to fight for every breath to even try and voice it.
“Sugar- Belle-! Ah’m…!” Amid the fervent clapping, the wild rodeo riding of his wife’s pussy and swallowing his cock and the vision of her bouncing booty burning into his mind, Big Mac’s face screwed up with effortful tension, his teeth grinding, his voice devolving into guttural grunts he couldn’t hold back any more. “Nnnng! Ah’m- gonna…! Cum!” And then it hit him, all at once, his cock clenching hard and taking his whole body with his, his balls squeezing to blast the first shot of his thick, virile load deep into the seat of his wife’s womb. His voice filled the entire bedroom, drowning out his wife’s own climactic cries.
“Big Mac! I’m cumming too-! Ahhhhh!”
“NNNNNNNNGGGHHHHHHRRRR!” he bellowed. But with that growling, primal utterance came only the first thick rope spewing into Sugar Belle’s squeezing, clamping pussy. With each heave of his balls, another was forced out of him, the powerful farm stallion unable to even pretend to claim modesty or gentility; he had been reduced to the strong, hardworking stallion he was, every muscle and fiber of his great body doing what it was meant to do all along. The cum pumped out of him, and with each flooding gush of jizz that filled Sugar Belle’s cunt, another bellowing grunt accompanied it. “GGGROOOOOGGGGHHH! OOOOOOONNGGGGHHH! AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!”
When the storm had subsided, Sugar Belle could only collapse forward, dizzy and utterly spent by the sheer power and force of her climax, elevated by the incredible strength of Big Mac’s orgasm. Her pussy spluttered and oozed his fresh semen, and she felt a cool, tingling heat spreading through her belly, knowing it was his seed no doubt sloshing around deep inside of her. She couldn’t be happier.
She managed to crawl up to lay with Big Mac, his body sweaty and spent, but a happy grin on his face. She rested her cheek against his damp, warm, heaving chest, and he wrapped a powerful arm around her shoulder, letting his hand rest on her butt. Everything was perfect.
“So that’s what all the fuss is about…” Big Mac said softly.
Sugar Belle just nuzzled into his his chest hair, drinking in his musky, masculine scent with relish. “And just think, Big Mac. We’re finally married. We can do this whenever we want.” She reached up to stroke his jaw lovingly, planting a kiss on his chest before adding, “You can do that to me whenever you want. I’m all yours.”
Big Mac just chuckled. “Ah don’t think I could take any more for tonight,” he said. A pause hung in the air, his fingers gently stroking over her ass. “But maybe tomorrow morning…”
“Mmm, that sounds lovely,” Sugar Belle said, snuggling into his side, blinking her eyes heavily, sleepily. As she began to dose, she asked, “And maybe again in the afternoon. And in the evening… And again before bed…”
Big Mac’s heavy eyes began to close, too. As he drifted off, he kissed his wife’s head and muttered a happy, contented, “Eeyup.”