Nectar
If there was one thing that proved to be noticeable, then it would be the many things that were keeping things on the lighter side as of this moment in time. For starters, the rather big blue sky had remained clear enough to see the golden sun shining about over the horizon with a flock of birds flying about. Within a large dream drop distance was a civilization defined in such various materials, most of them being the ones fit for the likes of even three little pigs. The calm gentle breeze surfed across the grassy knolls, the brilliant green surrounding it all on a solid lower plane of existence even at the dirt road guided its way over from a nearby forest, a curvilinear line worth holding as much as it is worth crossing. In the background, there had rested a valley and ridge of mountains, raging with growth and erosion in the process of their trying times as the sun was hovering over them. The town has been bustling about with an utter abundance of people from various demographics: age, gender, finances, and social standing being nothing short from the standardized metallurgy of life.
Out of many buildings in this rather quiet place, there was one that had stood out amongst others: a large homestead in the very outskirts remained in the very distance by the sidelines overall. Rather than the amber waves of grain that shined onward thanks to the rays of sunlight bouncing off, leaving behind sparkles of glory in the process, an abundance of trees surrounded the barn. The encamping white fences around the premises able to withstand the very test of time itself served to act as the borders to the open field where the lines had been drawn into the very dirt, each of them being a home of plants sprouting up and about into a quick about–face of fortune. A little orange shed stood upright and running, occupied only by the acute sounds of clucking; without a doubt, it presence served to be a home for the ones that can’t even touch the sky at all. Nearby the lush archway had stood a lilac fountainhead with a small bucket and two barrels in close range, ready to provide nourishment for the vegetation dwelling within the very confines. All that had remained out there was a big red house not on the lone prairie that stood out in the middle of them all, instantly overshadowing the small bales of hay that remained by its sides.
As of this moment, there were at least three people that were found outside the house already: this trio had consisted of only two women and one man. The first woman had pink hair and teal eyes, carrying a tray of liquids in tall glass with blue straws and a slice of apples; overlaying her bright skin, she wore a white blouse underneath her butter gold jacket, a pair of pants, and some lavender shoes. The man in question had orange hair and freckles underneath his green eyes, looking ahead as he was carrying buckets of apples on his broad shoulders; over his lightly tanned complexion, he wore a red shirt, a belt with a buckle in the shape of an apple holding up his jeans, and brown loafers. The second woman was a blond who shared the same tone as the man wiping the sweat of her brow; aside from the widely brimmed hat, she also wore a short orange blouse, a pair of denim trousers, and some boots.
“La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la…” was all that the bright and cheery woman sang as she approached the two others within her very sights, carrying the very beverages all at once.
The darker individual whom was approached by her had soon sighed with utter exhaustion, “phew! I’m drained as a sink. Great haul today.”
“Hi there AJ, Big Mac…” the courier greeted the two instantly, the latter who’d now obtained the drink with acknowledgement, “I’ve got fresh cider for you.”
“Well aren’t you just the sweetest thing!” the hat wearer happily spoke as she began to drink the cider presented to her.
As the two women started to enter the barn, the drinker’s hand found its way on the hatless one’s abdomen overlaid by the metal tray; noticing this, the latter stammered on, “oh, um. It’s no trouble really. With you two working so hard it’s the least I can do.”
“You know what would really feel great, a massage…” Applejack said as she started to untie her blouse and threw it onto the hay strewn floor; afterwards, she felt her friend’s hand rested on the slender shoulders before polishing them, “ahhh, that’s perfect. You’re pretty good at this, Fluttershy. Hm?”
“AJ… Fluttershy…” a deep voice now permeating through the dead air; it had caused the two to stop and face the very man in question at once.
Smiling, the tanned woman noticed a protuberance beneath Big Mac’s trousers and uncovered it: she uncovered a large shaft in the process and guided Fluttershy’s hand on it with little concern; in the process, the former, “it looks like Big Mac could use a massage too. There we go! Look at all this tension. It’s a big job. I think we need…”
“EEP!” the bright skinned woman cried as she felt her white blouse being raised up, exposing her mastoid cleavage in an instant; as this was happening, she had thought to herself fearfully, “what are you doing, Applejack?”
“Something better than just your hands!” Applejack finished with glee as she slid Fluttershy’s bosoms around his yard very slowly.
Becoming aroused at what was going on in the timid colleague’s undulating bust, she started to moan, “h–how does it feel?”
“This is Big Mac’s favorite kind of massage” Fluttershy’s friend said as he moved gently against her cleavage, “I bet you’ll like it too…”
“Ooh!” a gasp escaped from the timid woman as a deluge of creamy goodness burst out of Big Mac and splashed onto both her and Applejack’s faces at the same time, the latter bearing most of the volumetric flow.
Upon the ceasing of such functions, the tanned farmhand licked the contents off her own chin before turning to face Fluttershy and said, “good job, Fluttershy. Here’s your reward. Mmm…”
Applejack started to wrap herself around her friend lightly and gently as they now found themselves lain over the hay bale in an instant; afterwards, their eyes were now closed as their faces neared each other, lips making contact with one another. The pair grew more eager at this moment as their mouths finally opened as one another passed; therefore, their tongues finally slipped and they both explored each other with such overwhelming ecstasy. For a moment, these women would have allowed themselves to continue onward and about given their collective states whatsoever: shadows, substances, sights, sounds, and minds.
“Hmhh…” Fluttershy moaned as she kissed the farmhand back, unaware that the man behind them was starting to remove the latter’s pair of pants and boots a bit slowly, “Applejack…”
“AAWWHHH!” a shrill cry had escaped as a blushing flare was emitted on Applejack’s face, feeling her blonde hair being pulled on and back by Big Mac no less; at the time, his shaft plunged through slowly and progressively inside her narrowly tight sheath with a damp splash. Vastly small high-pitched moans escaped from her lips along with the added panting turning into intensely loud yelps of happiness as more jolts travel up her spine, a pulp friction growing as their skin galled off each other and became warmer inside and out of their very bodies. Even the man himself could barely help but grunted, panted, and moaned as well every time his thrusting yard punctured through Applejack, causing herself to break away from the shy one’s kiss.
Despite being quiet the whole time, Big Mac listened to the farmhand’s moans and Fluttershy watched from below in a patient lethargy as his shaft was fitted into such territory; even so, the latter whimpered with curiousity, “How… is… it… now…?”
“AH!” Applejack grunted amorously as the constant moaning expelled from out the mouth made it arguably hard for her friend to hear it speak up clearly, quickly turning into less than words as the former cried loudly, “Yes! OH! AH! Harder! AH! YES! OHH! AHHHHN!!” Soon, he had then slid himself all the way through her whispering eye and his escaping once again, this time its warmth conjoining within the spiral abyss as her enjoyment was the result of the typhoon force winds drilling inside with great pleasure.
Applejack soon broke away from both Big Mac and Fluttershy, standing upward once again while panting in exhaustion as the two sat up on the hay bale; now, he began to help her friend finish getting undressed.
“Ya ‘kay, Miss Shy…?” was all that the man had asked as he started removing the pants off her legs this very instant along with her shoes.
Nodding gently, Fluttershy started to crawl onto Big Mac and align herself onto his yard and squeaked, “are you going to… let’s um try it slowly– HNNYAAAAAHH!!”
“You came just from him putting it in?” the timid one’s friend asked as she watched his shaft enter the sheath slowly; soon, the former started stroking her abdomen and whisper to the latter, “fuck her harder, Big Mac.”
“Eeyup…!” Big Mac answered Applejack as his yard had now became gently infused in between the soft, tight whispering eye, the latter pinching Fluttershy’s nub with the right hand while using the left to tug the pink locks back. As the man pushed it forwards deep into her and then out of it quickly a high-pitched moan escaped from the timid’s small lips as a sudden brief jolt travel up her spine, quivering with pleasure as she felt the warm, durable shaft slide deep inside and then outside. Big Mac felt his hands holding Fluttershy tightly as he gently guided himself into her sheath, making him let out a grunt from the sensation of pulling out of it before lunging back into the young woman who in turn moaned each time he did so.
As his yard rammed inside her with growing energy, she started to shriek with intensity, “ohh! AH! OH! AHhh! Ahnn! UWAAAAAAHHHH!!! Hhhhhaahhhh…”
Fluttershy then felt something adhesive escaping into her whispering eye, its warmth conjoining within as her loud moan gave Big Mac a hint she was given some pleasure; afterwards, she rolled off of him while he removed his pants and loafers in an instant.
“It seems that she’s already done…” he thought as the woman lain on her side in a daze; quickly, he’d turned towards the other one and choked out, “Nnnnext.”
“Alright!” Applejack chimed as she got up and planted herself onto Big Mac in an instant, feeling both his own shaft becoming rigidly upright and hands resting on both sides of her waist.
Stretching them both wide, the man then plunged through slowly and progressively in her again while asking, “feeling comfortable now, AJ?”
“Keep Going!” Applejack replied coyly as the still damp yard inside her, feeling more pleasure each time Big Mac slowly rubbed against her while sliding in and out rapidly, “Ah! Ohh! Yes!” The woman then started to falter, wavering around and increasing in luxury as vastly guttural moans escaped from her lips again along with the added panting before turning into intensely loud yelps of happiness once again; as a result, it was as if more jolts started travelling up her spine. Even he himself could barely help but grunted, panted, and moaned as well every time his thrusting shaft punctured through her once more, wriggling forward and back like a lavish caterpillar in a cocoon of love just to make a part of him work harder to pleasure her.
“How is Applejack able to take it in after all this time?” Fluttershy asked herself while watching the two farmhands going at it together with untold bouts of glee.
Without warning, they had then screamed out each other’s names joyfully after the sensual struggle, this time with feeling as droplets of perspiration flooded their skins with growing intensity.
Following this, Big Mac slowly released Applejack from his tight grip while their friend found the strength to stand back up again; while he was removing his red shirt, she soon told the latter, “boy howdy… I haven’t been this much dirty since last apple bucking season; let’s go clean ourselves up now.” The farm girl started to reside on the hay strewn floor completely with Fluttershy following after; at that moment, both of their bodies now became mutually inverted towards one another, the latter’s shoulders making contact with the former’s kneecaps as both their mouths were aligned with their whispering eyes in between themselves. It had seemed that only the man himself was left alone to his devices as he watched the two women ready themselves once more.
Like such, it was bounded to bring out most, if all, of the pleasure within the two they had been and are now sharing with one another as they were starting to go all the way. Contentedly, Applejack started to stick out her tongue up playfully at once, already aware of what Big Mac had done to Fluttershy’s sheath much earlier. The timid female shook with frigidity as she felt the cold fluid wring its way on her; of course, this was only the beginning when something else entered the body: the same man’s yard from before now entering the fundament now stretched by his two own hands. Fluttershy swayed her waist reactively but only lightly for a few times and moaned quietly in shock, barely concentrating on whatever was left of what Big Mac had exorcised into her friend beforehand slowly. Each time Applejack felt her friend stimulating, plunging, and licking her narrow whispering eye, it started to get harder and she’d started slurping sharply inside. Soon, Fluttershy felt his shaft getting so rigid her hands had grasped onto the farm girl’s rippling thighs and started swirling up and down soothingly; even so, it aroused the latter even more when the man started to go deeper inside. Because the women’s tongue were intertwined with their sheaths, their instantaneous moaning were stifled by their lips and the tongues pleasuring each other despite growing loud; as a result, Big Mac drove himself into the timid one gently. Soon, their tongues and mouths had started to transfer so much stimulating pleasure between them quickly their own respective fluids expelled inside one another; even so, the man burst into Fluttershy within moments after their passion had subsided.
Now, Applejack had found herself freed from the weight and pressure formerly applied again, using this opportunity to take some time to catch her breath while her friend did the same too after being released from Big Mac’s grasp.
“Oh… my…” Fluttershy gasped slowly as she looked at her own dampened and fatigued body then at his sodden and well–toned stature before finally turning to her friend’s rather humid state, “I’m sorry if I had caused any trouble for any of you.”
“Don’t be… you were doing a okay in my book the whole time; all that’s left now is helping Big Mac out, am ah right?” Applejack replied as she started to sit up straight to face her friend with a smile.
Sitting back down of the hay bale at this very instant, Big Mac answered amicably, “eeyup…!”
Bending down on their knees, the two women were now quickly glancing at the man’s sodden yard with a profligate grin on the farm girl’s face as she was quietly giggling to herself already. At first, Applejack used her own hands to knead the shaft around playfully like a joystick; before long, Fluttershy had her own tongue slipping out of her mouth and slowly sliding around, causing Big Mac to grit his teeth. Somewhat helplessly, all that the man could do was rest one of his hands on the timid girl’s wavy pink hair, stroking and patting about based on the movement made with her tongue licking his yard before slowly forwarding in as he started tugging on it gently. Even though that the farm girl was feeling left out somehow, she could tell that Big Mac was aroused by Fluttershy’s own tongue stimulating and syphoning his shaft inside the latter; even so, he then spread his legs a bit further to make more room to lick around only for the former to prickle the uncovered areas. The man could barely help himself but drool and blush every time he felt the woman’s pink tongue going around his yard as he held onto her; unfortunately, she started to feel winded and broke away from him, gasping for air.
“It seems that ‘Shy here reached her limit; looks like I’ve no choice but to take over from here…” Applejack thought to herself out of concern for Fluttershy before tasting Big Mac’s wet shaft, “hmm… If she’d gone on any longer, she would have gotten a surprise at this rate; I mean damn, it looks like that’s he’s ready to blow at any second now.”
In no time, the farm girl had driveled on it in little time whatsoever ‘til her mouth was finished sipping some of what his yard had given up, some of which had splashed on her face.
Wiping it all away in an instant, Applejack got off of him and on her two feet, turning to find her friend putting back on some knickers slowly.
“Off in a hurry, aren’t we…?” Big Mac asked Fluttershy, standing up off of the very hay bale slowly on his very two feet with only curiosity in the rather heavy air that filled the farmhouse.
Blushing with some worry underneath the teal irises, she started to answer him slowly before donning some pants, “I’m afraid so; I have Rainbow Dash housesitting and Angel Bunny will start wondering where I am if I don’t come back soon.”
“Shame that you won’t be staying for dinner; but, ah understand: after all, you’re always welcome to come back…” the farm girl had chuckled before starting to get dressed up again, “now go on home; no use keeping ya here overnight anyway…”
“Thank you… goodbye Applejack; I’ll see you later,” Fluttershy replied before heading out, now getting her blouse and jacket back on; quickly, she had turned to wave at both Applejack and Big Mac with an upward and free right hand.
It wasn’t even long until the two farmhands were finally left alone to their own devices at once as the golden sun was now finding itself setting on the very horizons of the mountainous terrains.