Crotch boobs 2: The Crotch boobening
Icing and sex had their scents mix in the warm night’s breeze as it blew silently through the dark kitchen’s window. The only light on Mrs. Cake was from the street lamps outside, illuminating her soft, passionate, cerulean face with a frame of light against the tile of the kitchen. painting of her passionate face. The air was brisk, but Mr. Cake felt much more the warmth from her skin, the warmth of her insides, and the warmth of her breath before sharing a long and hard kiss. The only sounds to be heard were short hot gasps and pants mingled with the wet sounds of love. Everything was perfect.
The couple found themselves thinking about that wonderful night at all hours afterward. They hadn’t had sex that fulfilling in a very long time, and the feelings it sparked had lingered with both of them. The way she’d slowly rub against him when she walked by told the proud stallion he’d impressed her, and the way his eyes traced her shape thoroughly let the proud mare know he still appreciated her. They were always happy together, but this was definitely a peak between them.
Their good mood even crossed over into their business, with customers taken in with the sudden extra care put into their work and service. Patrons left happier and bought more, feeling the new zeal put into each cookie and cake on display. The boom hadn’t just emboldened their relationship, it gave Sugarcube Corner a boost as well. It seemed like everything was going perfectly between them Mr. Cake wondered how things could possibly get better as he flipped the sign from ‘open’ to ‘closed’ at the end of the day. His lovely wife knew the answer to that question.
She watched from the top of the stairs to the living space of their store, eager, but careful. She had a plan and wanted to make sure it all came together flawlessly. It was a little early in her day to be done with work, but she’d had time to make the necessary arrangements all around. Pinkie Pie would be taking care of the clean up down stairs, and watching Pumpkin and Pound in case any troubles with them should arise. Mrs. Cake has enough experience with herr excitable assistant to know if she wanted to keep Pinkie out of her hair, she had to let her in on the surprise. After she had her expected energetic outburst safely away from her husband, it took nothing to get a Pinkie promise in place.
Mrs. Cake got ready, laying on the foot of the bed on her side and facing the door. She’d untied her apron, but left it loosely hanging down her front, letting it cover her chest and outline her soft, pastel belly. Her heavy teats were obviously displayed, being too low for her apron to cover them. It hadn't been long enough since her birth too stop producing the slightly excessive amount of milk that inflated them, but both her and her husband knew they never wanted her to go dry.
The waiting mare crossed her fore legs in front of her, and stretched her rear legs out behind her to a point. Her hoofs were polished and clean as usual, but she had something a little extra in mind this time. some clever applications of various baking sweeteners and some coloring was all it took to give herself a special edge. The pastel glossy sheen on her hooves held a secret she couldn’t wait for her lover to discover.
Mr. Cake loosened his bow tie and sighed as he started to make his way up the stairs. it had been a long day, and Pinkie Pie had kindly volunteered to finish the clean up herself. He didn't see his wife around, but he knew she must have been tired too. He felt a little guilty leaving his work undone for someone else, but an early day on occasion couldn’t do any harm he reasoned. The stairs under him squeaked softly as he climbed them, heading to his bedroom to check up on his hard-working love.
The door creaked open, and he stopped dead, dumbstruck by the sight of the carefully displayed mare, so clearly set up just for him. She stared back and smiled. and then exploded
“Honey, I’m feeling a little sore. would you be a dear and help me out with these aches?” she asked, her words slow, deliberate, and blatantly coy.
He stumbled for a moment, giving a vaguely nervous chuckle to buy himself time. She'd always thought his dorkiness was cute and wasn't above surprising him to get a good glimpse of his sweet blushing. She knew exactly how to catch him off guard, as she should by now. She’s had enough time to practice, after all.
Mr. Cake walked toward the beautifully displayed mare waiting for him. The slightest hesitation was in his first step before it melted away. He strode to the foot of the bed where she lay and knelt his front half on the edge by her face, then pulled her head towards him, into a kiss.
A powerful, deep kiss. The instant their lips touched he remembered her natural sweetness, then was hit with even more sweetness. His lovely honey bun had flavored herself; some gloss on her lips he couldn’t see in the dimness of the hallway made her taste like candy. Almost instinctively, he pulled himself onto the bed and licked her sugared lips aggressively before he dove back into her.
The kissing took hold of both of them, driving a fervor into the couple's core. Mr. Cake got on top of his broader wife, her four legs squeezing around all sides of him in a powerful clinging grip. The scent of sex was quickly all either of them could detect. Mrs. Cake could feel a puddle forming under her, gathering from her own excessive wetness. She burned with a need too intense to even consider ignoring.
Mr. Cake pulled back out of their consuming kiss, leaving both panting for breath. He licked his lips, getting last of the glaze from her lips, then rolled his hips down on to her belly. His member was long, slender, and adored by a particular mare. Especially when it was hard and grinding needily into her belly as it was now. Breath got stuck in Mrs. Cake’s throat when she felt him roll into her plush belly.
He wanted to say something, but decided he didn’t have anything worth saying. Nothing worth breaking their mutual frenzy for; not right now. His wife had clearly set up a good, long night for the two of them, and he had a solid, long way of showing his gratitude. He knew exactly what he wanted to do with it too, and wasn’t going to waste a moment that could be better spent in lust.
Mrs. Cake watched her husband pull back off of her just enough to lower his reaching, pink flesh from her belly to between her ample, milky teats. She shuddered as he strung together kisses and nibbles down her neck and chest as he traced his way down. She whined when he sat upright against her, and used his skillful, kneading hoofs to work her luxurious tits into his member which was so hard and wanting she could easily feel his heart beat through it.
She dripped beads of white as he squeezed roughly. She squeaked as her sensitive parts were used. She cooed and moaned, feeling him grind into her, making her rock on her back. Her husband wasn’t showing any signs of slowing down. His eyes closed and his face showed concentration clearly as he worked into her with force, shuddering from the feeling of his wife's full boobs firmly hug him.
His breath was heavy and ragged, contrasting his wife’s more controlled and pleased sounds. Breaking the silence between them isn't something he was interested in doing. He looked to his lover’s face and saw her shivering under her, equally taken in by the intensity between them. She looked back, and smiled brightly before extending a foreleg to his cheek.
A new scent hit him as he nuzzled into her hoof, something sugary. He planted a kiss aggressively against her soft and blue inner-hoof before dragging his tongue against the rim. It was sweetened, just like her lips. In the dim light he could make out a wet gloss across her cared-for hooves. A hasty glance confirmed that glaze was on all four.
Mrs. Cake stroked his cheek once over before pressing against his lips and nodding toward her outstretched foreleg, signaling him to continue. Her husband didn’t hesitate, thoroughly working over her hoof, tasting the candy-coating over her polished hoof before returning his attention to the softer and sensitive flesh of her inner foot. Mrs. Cake grinned watching him, so cutely focused. Her free leg helped him squeeze her hefty udders around his lengthy member, spurts of her milk adding wetness to the motion of his arrhythmic humping.
After a minute Mr. Cake took the initiative and switched out her forelegs after he’d cleaned off her first hoof’s candy-gloss. Her milk had wet the coating and mixed her natural sweetness with the artificial candy taste. They ran together smoothly and naturally. He smiled, thinking about the appropriateness of his honey bun’s taste mixing well with glaze. His lips made an audible ‘pop’ as he pulled away from her last forehoof, having sucked it clean.
Both of them were ready to move on now, and could sense it in each other. The couple shared another kiss, sharing the mixed taste of sweetness and milk between each other before the long-standing silence was broken.
“Get a drink before you clean the rest of the frosting off your Cup Cake.” Mrs. Cake said, her smile showing how pleased she was with herself. Maybe Pinkie Pie was rubbing off on her.
Mr. Cake laughed, caught off guard by his wife’s line. He took some time just to nuzzle into his wife before sliding down her. His erection pressed into the cold sheets and his face pressed into perfect blue boobs. Soft pink nipples capped each of them, either of which were ready to give milk with the slightest encouragement. White drops rolled down the edger hills as he teased at them with his hoofs and nose.
“Don’t tease them anymore…take care of them.” Mrs. Cake whined, almost childishly. The constant stimulation and arousal had heightened her already considerable sensitivity to uncomfortable levels, making her shudder and wince.
Her husband obliged without a hint of objection. His lips closed around one needy teat that didn’t wait to yield its contents. The drip turned to a heavy flow the instant he started to suckle. Her milk had always been just as sweet as the rest of her, but it had never been this copious before. He drank from her deeply, and she seemed absolutely bottomless. Her sounds were both of relief and ecstasy as he drained one swollen udder into himself hungrly. The sweet, heavy fluid as refreshing as it was when he got his first taste.
“Keep going…” she begged, her hoof cupping with her husband’s, both kneading into her tit not in his mouth, their combined efforts making her blue mound squirt her milk over his orange, blushed face.
Mr. Cake took this as a sign to switch teats. he glanced at his wife’s enthralled expression, then he felt something damp under him, and realized he was dripping himself. Her blue hooves cradled the back of his neck loosely. He felt his wife relax suddenly a moment before she flopped back on the bed behind her, sprawling and cooing.
Mr. Cake sucked hard, working to drain the second one quicker than the first. Or at least thin the volume a touch, his stomach was already starting to feel full and he knew how excessive his wife’s output really was first-hoof. Maybe this time he could at least keep her from soaking the mattress once he got her really flowing.
Mrs. Cake closed her eyes and began to pant. She knew once her body realised it needed to refill her milk jugs she’d be sore and full for hours, but she also knew it was totally worth it. The feeling of him tending to such a sensitive area was intense but blissful. Sensations building and waning with his pressure, His tongue lapping any spillage.
The drinking stopped suddenly, and she felt weight shift. She leaned forward out of her stupor to see him sat upright on his rump. His forehooves hugged her thighs, pulling her hindhooves into his face again and kissing them each once. She bit her lip, knowing what was coming. He smiled to her, her anticipation obvious on her face.
Mr. Cake reached down and pulled up out his heavy and excited member and dropping it with a whap against his wifes belly between her utters. A thick bead of pre getting flicked up the soft blue belly. His arousal drowned out everything but the need for release. He squeezed her freshly milked teats around himself. Both him and his wife moaned and dripped as they gripped each other.
Mrs. Cake’s blue forehooves gripped the pink rod pointed towards her face and stroked gently. She looked into his focused face as he balanced on his rear and smiled through the intensity. her hind legs and rump tensed and shivered from the increasingly rough treatment. More of her husband's weight was used to squeeze his wife around himself, more of her leftover milk splashing over them both of them.
The room was drowned in harsh breathing from both of them, cut with the sounds of wet flesh on flesh. Moans from both of them sounded through the air, and both wondered if their assistant could hear them from wherever she was in the shop. They decided they didn’t mind if she could. They had better things to worry about at the moment.
Mrs. Cake sat up just enough to reach out a foreleg and throw it around her husband’s neck, dragging him down over her easily with her weight. Mr. Cake gasped and fell forward from his balanced position over his wife’s rear to being flat on her blue chest before she held his head with her forehooves and kissed him forcefully, her tongue invading his mouth. Mr. Cake must have really set her off if she was getting this aggressive. He smiled into her kiss.
Mrs. Cake took her smaller husband by his sides and rolled, pinning him under her weight and belly. She rested over him for a moment, feeling his erection against her and how it bounced in rhythm with his heart. She nuzzled herself once into his neck before she sat up at his rump, having switched placed with her husband.
Mrs. Cake smiles at the site of her smaller husband under her with his legs curled in over himself. He looks back to her, clearly not sure what to expect anymore, but totally willing to let her take control.
Mrs. Cake puts her forelegs back behinder and braces against them, leaning away from her husband. She lifts her hind legs and scootches back on her butt until she is at the right distance to close her back hooves around her husband's waiting erection and strokes to the tip and back down. She watches his back legs twitch from new sensation in his needy member. Both of them wanted more, but he was just too cute like this to move on so quickly.
She squeezed carefully with her rear hooves, the smoothness of them making stroking a simple task. She shifted her weight and one of her forehooves moved between her legs and past her milk-soaked udders to her own wetness. Her lips had been winking since they’d gotten started and they loved getting attention at long last.
Mr. Cake leaned up, to watch his wife work while her sounds crept up in intensity. Her back hooves squeezed him in slow strokes while she rubbed herself, pushing the lip of her forehoof into her winking lips. Her fluids poured out onto herself and her scent was thick in the air. Mrs. Cake whined out reflexively as his senses were overwhelmed, and he let his head fall back.
She’d toyed with him with her hooves on more than one occasion, and her practiced hooves knew every trick to him. His lanky hind legs shivered when she cupped his leaking head into the her soft underhoof he’d been tasting earlier in their evening, then her other hoof slid down the underside of his long shaft. Her pressure was tauntingly light, perfectly controlled for a mare who looked so taken by her own pleasure.
Mrs. Cake stoked over herself, the wet sounds now purely comes from her. She pressed down on her eager clit and tensed her body over as the strongest wave of real pleasure hits her. the vibrations trading from her into him as her hind legs shutter with her pleasure, adding to her teasing hoof strokes.
Her husband arched his back and his hips bucked on their own, grinding his wanting member into the soft, blue sole teasing his flaring head. Mr. Cake’s painfully hard erection was sending a clear message about how he was riding the edge. her stroking hoof shook unsteadily as Mrs. Cake rubbed what they called her love button. He held his breath as he felt his crescendo coming. His head filled out, pressing harder into the soft sole and the hoof bordering it. Then nothing.
Mrs. Cake looked to her husband's face,and gave a breathy chuckle at the brief panic she saw in his face when she stopped her hoofjob. she could feel how close he was to the edge, so utterly hard, and her sole slicked with a layer of the pre he’d been leaking like a faucet. She could easily finish herself off right now as she gently teased her winking lips, but she wanted something better for the climax of their evening together.
She tilts herself forward and crawled over her her smaller husband again, hearing him whine and moan softly as his denied erection was dragged down his wife’s belly in one more teasing stroke until they were face to face.
Mr. Cake puts his forelegs around his wife’s soft, wide sides and squeezes. He took deep breaths, trying keep his composure after his severe denial. She just smiled at him and touched her nose to his. He could tell she was working up to something, but was too mad with need to say anything about her cuteness. He was tense all over, his muscles rigid and shivering from the slightest friction on his member, but she was the reverse.
Mrs. Cake relaxed over her husband as she felt him go rigid as stone all over. Her softer and wider body lying over his. He squeezed her, and her sides conformed to his hug. Her big belly didn’t bear down on him for too long though.
She pecked his nose and raised her rear up, keeping her face and chest down against him. Her husband's shaft using the free space to stand again, making her bite her lip in a mixture of anticipation and concentration as she tries to align the both of their parts together blindly. She hoped she hadn’t teased him so much he’d struggle to hold out for a decent ride as she felt his ridges scrape down her belly
She felt his head rub between her still-damp blue utters before his head finally scraped her dripping entrance. Both of them tried to stifled a moan when they got their first taste of each other for the night, but she wasn’t ready to go any farther just yet. Mrs. Cake lifted herself up off her husband and sat herself upright over him, spreading her hind legs just enough to lower herself down onto him, inch by inch.
Mr. Cake rolled his hips forward, bucking up into his wife and making her gasp with the suddenness. He felt her hind legs shake before giving out, making her drop and letting him hilt into her, skipping her slow descent. His wife’s hooves plant on either side of him, catching herself before she collapses onto him and her eyes shut, her concentration broken. Neither of them want to end the pleasure that had finally come for both of them, and were content to let things soak in for a while. He put his forehooves on her thighs, and smiled with pride at the reaction he’d gotten from his lovely mare.
Mr. Cake bucked upward into her again, grinding his hips into his wife’s almost unbearable heat. He didn’t know how long he could hold out after their intense foreplay, but he was dead set on getting as much of this as he possibly could. She squeezed down in him with her insides, gripping him like a vice. She never had problems taking his length, but her control over her tightness was almost magical. His back arched on it’s own and his head went back as his wife used one of her best tricks.
Mrs. Cake panted as her muscles ripped down him from his base to his head. She could feel every ridge on his head and median ring, All of his details her visible to him through her extensively practiced winking. She opened one eye, and smiled down at her husband. She could see his fore hooves grip at their sheets, and feel his body tense and rock under her. He was obviously struggling valiantly to hold out under her full experience. Maybe she had teased him to much after all.
Mr. Cake couldn’t hold on. His whole body and spirit fought against it, but it was coming. His whole body tensed up, delaying the inevitable before exploding into his wife as she milked him. His lover gasped again, surprised by the sudden eruption inside of her. Her milking didn’t stop, and he didn’t either. Shot after shot pumped out of him until his wife simply couldn’t hold anymore. His excess flooded loudly out of her with a wet squirt, coating both of their groins in thick, dripping strands. Eventually his torrent ended, leaving him panting frantically when he realized he’d been holding his breath.
Mrs. Cake bounced once on his still-standing shaft, looking down at her lankier husband with a smile. The slight motion enough to make numerous wet noises to mix in with his breathless pants.
“I’m not done yet.” She said, back down at him through her grin. He didn’t protest through his huffing breaths.
She bounced one more time one him, looking for signs of resistance, but none came. Her husband shuttered and shook under her as she continued to ride him despite his new sensitivity. His moans turning desperate and pitchy as his wife toyed with him in his vulnerable state.
Mr. Cake fought against himself to stay still still as he could under his wife’s tormenting bouncing on before he’d even had a chance to recuperate, leaving him to writhe as she took advantage of his hypersensitivity. His feelings were utterly contradicting, and it left him paralyzed at his wife’s mercy.
Mrs. Cake slowly raised herself off of her restless husband and lowered again, finding a smooth rhythm and settling in for her ride. She couldn’t help but giggle, watching her husband's face struggle to find what emotion he needed to convey to her. Need was obvious, but what it was a need for was debatable. Shifting between begging her to stop and taken in the pleasure. Pleasure that must have been enough to keep him from going soft, at that.
He kept wincing and squirming as his wife accelerated her bounce on him, before an idea of desperation struck him. His forehooves reached down and cupped her heavy pressing down on them as best he could with his reach. He thought he heard her squeak, but couldn’t be sure though his sensory overload.
She squeaked, and buckled one more time as he surprised her with his efforts again. she wasn’t going to fall this time though. Her pace quickened, making her rear slam down onto her husband, hilting him loudly with every bounce. The kneading of her utters spurred her on to hit her own climax, and she wouldn’t need to wait long.
Once again both of their sounds grew louder and laced with desperation and need, but for new reasons. Mrs. Cake’s head tilted back as ecstasy and a cry escaped her as she finally hit her release from the full stimulation her husband was providing. He cried out in harmony under her as a second climax was forced onto him, less a sound of pure pleasure, but it was unquestionably present as he shot off once more into his lover. Both of them having gotten exactly what they wanted.
Both lovers got exactly how they wanted their night finished, as they lay beside each other with the scent of sex still heavy in the air. The husband nuzzled under his wife’s chin, and she rested her legs around him, holding him against her. things weren’t looking down for the happy couple yet it seemed, as they shared an embrace after sharing their intimacy.