Brushie Brushie
Literary Affair
A candle dimly illuminated the bedroom as Bon Bon laid in her bed, relaxed and reading. Her face blushed a faint shade of pink as her hungry imagination consumed each page of the story. Her eyes glued themselves to her new book and everything within.
She walked into the room, wet from the shower, looking at the tense stallion with half-lidded eyes. She batted her eyelashes as she strutted toward him.
Covering her mouth with a hoof, Bon Bon let out a soft giggle as she continued.
The velvet coated mare’s loins burned with the urge to be rutted by the stallion’s throbbing member. She stepped over to the bed, bouncing her rump with each step, and gently grabbed the stallion’s erect lovemaker in her hoof, stroking it slowly as she tickled the tip with her tongue.
“Oh my, this is getting pretty heated… Lyra, you dirty little mare.” I need to thank her for giving me this book tomorrow.
The night went on as the lightly tickled mare continued to read her trashy erotica. Her blush grew deeper as her imagination brought the words she read to life. Every moan made her breath a bit heavier, every thrust from the imaginary stallion’s member caused her sweet, soft marehood to tingle with need.
“Oh, w-what is? Why are my sheets wet?”
Reaching down between her legs, Bon Bon dipped her hoof into her wet marehood. Out of curiosity, she lifted her hoof to her muzzle, taking in the scent of her own nectar. Her tongue lightly licked the juices that covered her hoof.
“Mmn...”
Reaching back to the pool of juices, the tip Bon Bon’s hoof brushed against her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. Letting out a high-pitched moan, she laid there for a moment to take in what she just experienced. Her eyes opened as wide as they could go, and her leg twitched slightly. Each beat of her heart was like a thunderous roar as a scandalous thought filled her imagination. Sweet Celestia, what was that? It – it felt so... weird, but so... good. I need more, I want this feeling!
Now dripping from the thought, Bon Bon returned her hoof to the spot from where the blissful feeling came from; she rubbed herself, gently squeaking. Her back arched as the movement of her hoof grew more and more vigorous. Moisture dripped constantly, matting the fur around her hoof. “Oh! Mmn!” she screamed, rubbing her slit with a firmer rhythm. Her hoof moved up and down through her opening before rubbing the swollen bud. Her eyes half lidded, Bon Bon made several rotations around her clitoris as her tongue hung from her mouth. Drool, juices and ecstasy dripped from her as she discovered a new and blissful form of pleasure.
A new feeling built up deep inside Of Bon Bon, one she had never felt before. Her breathing grew heavy, and her squeaks degraded into moans. Her back arched further, throwing her stomach in the air as marehood clenched down for the first time, drenching her bed with the pungent smell of her own cum. Her whole body twitched as she laid in her sweet love juices. Still rubbing her slit, she laid frozen from the experience, taking in the tingling sensation of her climax.
“Ah… Oh wow.”
Lost for words, she squirmed to her haunches, still rubbing her drenched pussy. She wasn’t done; she needed something more, something that her hoof couldn’t do, something Hard. Flopping off of her bed, she scrambled to her bathroom. The door slammed shut behind her as she searched for the answer to her urges. Sitting there in plain sight was the key, the object she was sure would sentence her pleasure to a lifetime of blissful orgasms…. A dark blue hairbrush. The brush itself wasn’t what she wanted, but the handle was. About six inches in length and a decent width, it was just enough for this virgin mare. Horny, but a little intimidated by the brush handle, Bon Bon stared at it, thinking of how she should go about fucking herself with it.
“Do I just stick it in? No no no, that just sounds wrong… Hm…”
Not sure what to do, Bon Bon walked into her room, taking in the scent of her own heat as she entered. She walked over to her bed and picked up her erotic sex bible of a book. Opening it to a random page, she devoured the contents of the fuck book.
He stood on his hind legs with his hooves propped on her flank for balance and rutted her passage with all of his length. Her moans encouraged him to slam into her harder and harder, slapping her flank as she squeezed against him. The colt didn’t take notice of the mare’s orgasms; the steamy shower water washed away all traces of her cum, but the scent of freshly fucked pussy permeated the humid air.
Bon Bon’s eyes grew wide as she bolted out of her room with the brush. She swung the bathroom door open, looking at the shiny knob that controlled the shower’s water temperature. Stepping into the tub, Bon Bon laid on her back. She rested the brush on her belly and kicked the shower on with a hind leg. Cold water spurted out of the nozzle for a moment before the pipes creaked and scalding hot water streamed out of the nozzle for the bathtub.
Bon Bon let out a scream as the hot water filled the tub quickly, ticking her swollen pussy with the hot water.
“Oh fuck! Ouch!”
It didn’t take long before her body became used to the hot water. She started rubbing herself again, getting her clit nice and swollen for her new friend.
“Ah! Mn-yeah...”
With her right hoof, she circled around her swelling bud again as she grabbed the brush with her left. Gripping the brush by the bristles, she submerged it under the bath water, taking her time before the first contact. The tip of the handle rubbed up in between the lips of her pussy, slowly easing its way into her virgin opening. She gritted her teeth as the brush slowly sank deeper inside, pausing and moaning from discomfort, she knew what was stopping the handle, but she hesitated.
Should I lose my purity to a brush, or should I wait for my perfect stallion? The horny mare pulled the brush slowly out of her slit, panting slightly at the feeling of her walls closing around it. She wanted it again. Sliding the firm handle back inside her, she closed her eyes as the tip of the handle pressed against her hymen. “Well, little brush, tonight you are my perfect stallion.”
Immediately after whispering that to herself, she shoved the brush deep inside, breaking through. A sheik of pain coursed through her as she panted, struggling to collect herself. It wasn’t long before she repositioned her legs and calmed herself down. The heat from the water relaxed her, giving her enough willpower to pull the brush out, stopping at the tip. Bon Bon pushed the brush back inside again slowly and carefully, before gradually sliding it out. The pain left her body as pleasure began to course through her once more. The thick bulge of the handle spread her walls apart as it moved in and out of her marehood. Moaning and panting, she splashed water out of the tub as her hoof thrusted the brush in and out.
Screaming to the brush, the mare gave herself the fucking she so desperately needed. “Fuck yes! Fuck me! Oh!”
She didn’t stop; the first climax given by the brush still wasn’t enough for this mare. Her back arched as another orgasm worked its way over the brush handle, her cum mixing with the hot water.
Gasping out one last breath and falling back into the water, the candy mare pulled the brush from her pussy and tossed it out of the tub. Her hind legs still laid spread over the rim of the tub. Her well over fucked vagina was left gaping. She did have the thought that the handle was only about half the size of the average colt, but that little handle did more than she could have imagined. She reached over the lid of the tub and grabbed her book, then flipped to a random page and started to read again.
The lone mare lay in the moon lit field, her legs separated enough for her hoof to make purchase on top of her swollen nub. She rubbed her tingling nerve, yelling in a forgotten language. A light shone as a large stallion walked from the light, his member fully erect and throbbing–
“And that’s enough reading for me tonight.” Bon Bon yawned as she closed her book. She walked out of the tub and rubbed her tired body down with a soft towel, hanging it back up as she made her way to her room. The smell of her cum wasn’t as strong as it was before; not caring about her damp sheets, she crawled inside of the covers and made herself comfortable. Letting out one final yawn before closing her eyes, Bon Bon quickly fell asleep, rushing off to a far off dream world created by the princess of the night herself.