Summer Solstice's Sordid Assortment of Salaciously Saucy Snippets

Midnight struck at the Royal Canterlot Library, and the place was far from empty. Although many sat at tables with their snouts between pages, their eyes were not fixed on the text within.

Rather, their attention was drawn to one mare in particular, sitting back to bookshelf. She wore thick-rimmed glasses, a puffy turtleneck, thigh-length purple skirt, and knee-high black stockings that wrapped 'round her legs. However, it was what lay between them that they were so focused on.

Mostly hidden by her sweater, which struggled to contain her watermelon-sized breasts, was her cock. The beastly thing, longer than her torso, was nestled inside her cleavage. Its flare was not visible, considering the blunt crown was instead lodged firmly in the mare's throat. Her heavy balls meanwhile made themselves evident beneath her skirt, visible if one knew what to look for. To any close enough, they could just about hear a subtle noise, the stirring up of pre and spunk that flowed freely up her fuckpipe.

She groaned, gurgling on her own prejaculate. It came out in copious dribbles and spurts, puffing out her cheeks and whatever she couldn't swallow trickled past her lips and down her meat. Her eyes were shut, though they'd occasionally flutter open to reveal a pair of glassy orbs, unfocused on her surroundings except when she noticed her onlookers. Then she'd shut them again, take herself deeper, and groan louder, another heavier shot of pre filling her maw.

See, Moondancer was a pervert.

From outward appearances, she didn't look it. Whenever she went out - which was rare - her MILF-like figure was stuffed as best it could be into the confines of frumpy outfits. Similarly, her generally introverted leanings and academic interests further strengthened the idea that she was a stuffy, conservative mare who thought about sex as often an athlete did calculus.

But, obviously, this was far from the truth. Anyone who attended the same libraries as her could attest to that. The fact was that she loved sex, or more accurately masturbating in public.

She didn't advertise it, but she also never tried to hide it. In fact, the more sets of eyes and blushing faces that shyly observed her, the harder she got off. The more thighs grinding at her sight, the heftier loads would her nuts churn.

Nopony seemed to mind it, or at least nothing had been done about it. And why would they? Come in at the right time on the right day, and there was a busty bookworm leaned against a shelf, deepthroating and moaning around her own turgid shaft. It was a free show, and some ponies checked in purely to watch rather than to actually read.

The book-loving unicorn might have been disappointed to learn that, but whatever disappointment she felt was insignificant next to the pleasure she received knowing just how many enjoyed her displays of debauchery. That was why she liked her midnight sessions the most, because she knew the vast majority of readers were there for her.

And tonight, she wanted to give them a good show. She hadn't been able to go out on her lewd excursions for roughly a couple weeks thanks to being sick. That illness, too, had prevented her from getting the same pleasure she normally would, so she hadn't properly busted a nut in a while now.

Pre-emptively, she'd cast a hydrophobic shield spell on her immediate surroundings. Although this meant they wouldn't be ruined by what was going to be a massive climax, they could still retain her smell. Idly she imagined some poor girl in heat searching for a novel in this section, only to be thrust into heat by the lingering current of her potent musk.

Her dick throbbed that much harder. Wanting to plunge more of herself inside, she pushed her head further down.

Naturally, Moondancer had done experiments to see how much of her own dick she could take. The answer, like most things in science, was highly dependent on the variables.

On average in the position she currently held, she could manage to fit about 27.9 cm. It was never so much her gag reflex that was the problem as her own poor flexibility, not to mention the veritable fortress wall that was her tits. They, inveriably, prevented her from delving deeper, but that was only if she was sitting up.

She could stuff herself far better upside down. Then, if it was a good day, she could fit up to 44cm, but only if she pushed her hips and her head together.

Typically she took the easier route, which meant merely bobbing up and down on her shaft. But again, this evening was different. She could do a little more, both for herself and her welcome guests.

Slowly she began to extract the steel pole from her throat. As the hardened flesh slid against her esophagus and made its way into her mouth, she gave it a loving caress with her tongue. She was rewarded by a healthy glob of salty pearlescence onto her tastebuds.

And here came the difficulty. Her flare, expectedly, was the widest part of her stallionhood. What was worse, hers was particularly wide compared to the national average. Unfortunately and frustratingly for her horny mind, that meant she had to wait until it softened up to a point she could pull it out.

Thankfully, her body seemed to cooperate for once. Going from the warm moistness of her insides to the dry, comparatively chilly atmosphere of the library helped her to quickly lose some of her erection. It took a little straining on her part - tugging her head away, opening her jaw wide, and pulling on her shaft with her hands - but the flare at last was freed from her maw with a satisfying pop.

That done, she swiftly took up reposition. She slid herself down until her back was on the floor but her lower half in the air. Using the opposite shelf as leverage she laid her hooves against the furnishing, scootched in closer, and aligned the muzzle of her cumcannon with her face.

She strained her jaw as wide as it could go, craned her neck upwards, and forcefully shoved her hips forward. Her gullet was filled instantly with an overwhelming amount of fuckmeat, and she couldn't help the involuntary gagging that followed. The crystalline beginning of tears sprouted into her blurred vision, but she kept going. She pushed herself further, her cock deeper.

When her flare bloomed out once again, she got to work properly massaging her intense length. She groped for her sensitive breasts, fingertips clutching at the sweater fabric and flesh beneath, until she found her protruding nipples. There she squeezed, pinched, and moaned loudly in a whorish pleasure everypony in the library could clearly hear.

She dug her fingers deeply into the softness of her meaty tits, and began to move them up and down. Sometimes she'd squish them together, grind them arythmically, applying more pressure. She continued bobbing her head too, for as well as she could.

Orgasm approached before long. She could tell by the rising pressure all over her prick, the building weight in her spunk factories, but also the increasing production of pre schplorping into her gullet. Her limbs twitched, her purposeful motions growing erratic. On a whim she decided to cast her clothes off, teleporting them away to expose her curvaceous, somewhat pudgey form. She was so close, and she couldn't wait to bukkake her own body in front of a small crowd of people that were practically strangers.

That thought pushed her over the edge. She tugged on her spire with her hands so the flare sat neatly on top of her tongue and furiously lavished it with worship. One, two, and three seconds before the flood arrived, so plentiful and forceful it propelled her otherwise too large crown out of her mouth.

She came like a hose, all over her body. Her face, hair, glasses, and tits received the majority of paint splatter, but the backsplash was considerable enough to leave her lower half coated also. Once her orgasm tapered off, she laid there for a pause, catching her ragged breath.

But she still wasn't done, not quite yet. An ameteur exhibitionist might pack up shop after they came, but not a true degenerate like Moondancer.

She got up, smiling drunkenly. And, dripping with cum and on all fours, she began to lick up her mess from the floor.