@gasmaskangel
From her hiding place, Bloom stared in fascination as Babs’ stallionhood became more visible in the moonlight. It was fascinating in its ugliness, a long, turgid shaft with a thick ring of flesh at the middle that ended in a wide, rough flare. It suited her cousin well.
Babs was far from ugly, but was in truth more the type to be desscribed as handsome instead of pretty, especially with her short mane and tail. Her shoulders, broad and muscular lent her something of a mannish aspect as well though when your eyes drifted over her thick curves you rapidly forgot about those.
Even before her own sexual awakening, Bloom had evnied Babs’ breasts. Really she’d only understood that most boys considered big boobs attractive and that was it, but now as she saw the contrast between those soft, full mounds and the towering spear of flesh in between her legs she began to consider what it would be like to stroke her hands across them, or to taste the dark flesh of her nipples.
She wondered what her cock would feel like as well, as she watched her cousin stroking said organ with one hand, saw fingers wrap around the thick flesh and begin to tug it slowly andd firmly so that skin was visibly pulled tight and rolled along before her grip.
Apple Bloom was only half aware of pulling her night dress up, and of feeling the hot wet flow of her juices with shaking fingers.
Babs lay down on the bed face down, her ass in the air as if waiting for some invisible lover to mount her. She rolled her hips forward and let out a low growl of pleasure at the feel of the sheet’s rubbing her maleness.
From her hiding place, Apple Bloom stifled a groan as some nagging part of herself shouted internally about what her cousin was doing to the sheet and as the mare rose up that part of herself doubled in volume only to be silenced the crushing weight and heat of lust when Bloom saw the strand of fluid, made silvery in the moonlight, that hung from the tip of Bab’s cock.
She recalled one of the dirty pictures Scootaloo had shown her and Sweetie. A pair of stallions making love to the same mare.
It had kept Bloom’s fantasies going for a couple weeks, and she recalled the image of one, with his cock just before the mare’s open mouth connected by a similar string of fluid.
Babs’ climbed onto the bed properly now, spreadding her legs as if she knew she had an audience. It presented Apple Bloom with the best view of her cousin’s nude body yet, from her heavy, well muscled belly to her lusciously large breasts and down to the engorged length of her stallion flesh.
Bloom caught sight of her cousins testes then, and reflected that they would look more at home on a bull. One alone would have filled her hand, and she wondered how in Celestia’s name she could ever have missed something so big on the mare.
Babs’ hands roved over her towering cock, down to that heavy sack and then beneath it. Fingers slid into shadowed flesh and the mare growled.
“Fuckin’ A, I’ve waited two weeks for this,” she snarled as she slid her fingers in and out “fuckin’ Bloom and those tightass damn shorts…”
Apple Bloom blushed hot and hard for several reasons. The most annoying to her was Babs’ language. ‘Cussin,’ as Granny Smith refferred to it, was one of the things which genuinely got her into trouble these days and hearing her cousin freely drop one of the most forbidden words came as a shock.
More importantly though, was that her cousin was cussing her. Bloom wondered if somehow she had caused this, and felt a deliciously sinful thrill at the idea. It was the first time, to her knowledge, that anypony had ever thought of her as worth masturbating over.
As Babs slid her fingers out they glimmered in moonlight with her fluids. She leaned up against the headboard and sucked them into her mouth.
In the wardrobe, Apple Bloom mimicked her.
Babs leaned forward and guided her cock down against her chest, raised up her legs and wrapped her arms around them so that her stallionhood was sandwhiched between her breasts.
Bloom almost gave up the game then and there by giggling when she realized what her cousin was about to do. The mare began to buck her hips in short, quick jerks so that her length was slid up and down between her breasts.
Again she let out a long low moan that made her unseen observer shiver. She’d heard sounds like that before and relished them. It was like when she was between Scootaloo’s thighs, lapping at her sweet marehood and it was music to her ears.
Apple Bloom badly wanted a better look at the scene before her. She wanted to see Babs’ flared head rubbing in between those full tits, to see more of that clear fluid spilling onto her chest. She wondered what it would look like if Babs’ climaxed like that. She knew a stallion’s stuff was white and gooey, but that was pretty much it.
Then to her disappointment, Bab’s stopped and sat up. For a second she feared that her cousin had climaxed already, or even worse that she’d been discovered.
Bab’s shuffled up more so that her cock pointed straight up into the air, where it wobbled like a tall tree in the wind. She bent forward, hunching over till her muzzle was just a few scant inches away from the flared head, extended her tongue and licked it.
It was the single hottest thing Apple Bloom had ever seen in her life
Babs held her cock steady with one hand and bent it towards her face so that she could lick over the flat of the flared head, her trongue swirling around the tip which was now letting out a steady stream of the clear liquid. She bent over further and wrapped her lips around it slurped.
In her hiding place Bloom had once more slid her hand into her wetness. It felt like her loins were on fire as she watched her cousin somehow take more and more of her own length. Her clit felt like a red hot marble, desperately needing to be touched, and even her back door was twitching with a need for a finger or two to be slid in. The lust simply would not be denied.
The manuver Babs was preforming looked almost like a sit up, all in flexing her powerful abdominal muscles to mover her mouth up and down her cock. Occassionaly she’d lift her head up to breath deeply before licking her slick glans and again taking it in her mouth.
Bloom forced herself to be slow and careful with her masturbation as she watched. She had never been able to help being very vocal when her own climax broke, but ordinarily she could muffle that with a pillow or one’s of her friend’s lovely bodies.
The young mare wondered if Bab’s was imaging fucking her. Truth be told she hoped this was the case.
Not helping matters was the simple fact that if you squat, prepared to spring out of a wardrobe for longer than ten minutes or so, your legs begin to cramp up something fierce. Bloom needed to escape without being spotted and then find someplace where she could discretely finger both her holes till the lust was burned off.
But it did not come for a long time, and when it did there was almost no warning for Apple Bloom.
All she saw was her cousin tense up and completely stop moving. The Bab’s began to shake and her throat moved as if swallowing something. Then she coughed, sputtered, opened her mouth and altogether too much happened at once.
Babs’ cock swung free from her mouth, trailing and spurting long, thick streams of pearly white cum. It dripped from the mare’s maw, spilling a huge mouthful onto her bountiful breasts in a thick splatter.
It splashed in her face and stuck in her hair before continuing its arc to spray rope aft rope across the room.
This all quite startled Apple Bloom who tried to stand up in the wardrobe only to find her legs cramped and numb and she fell forward against the doors, knocking them open and tumbling out, directly in the path of one long shot of jism.
It smacked between her eyes, slimy, hot and molten with the heat of her cousin’s body. It smelled slaty and musky, a bit like how any pony would after a long day of work. She rolled with the fall to land on her side and lay there dazed for a moment.
She could hear Babs puffing and panting on the bed, saw her legs jerking and thrashing languidly.
Bab’s was trying to stand, and Bloom realized that she was still somehow cumming, fat ropes of semen still falling from her distended cock to splatter on the bed and floor.
The mare was staggering over to Bloom, her face dazed with pleasure and yet still she could see the anger in her cousin’s eyes.
She sank down over the smaller mare and before Apple Bloom could react clamped a hand over her mouth.
“What the fuck were ya doin’?” she hissed.
Bloom stared up at her with wide eyes, breathing frantically. She tried to speak but only managed a terrified squeak.
Both were like that for a long time. Finally, Babs whispered, “If I take my hand away will you scream?”
Bloom shook her head.
“You were cloppin’ in mah bed,” she said as soon as she could speak. There was no anger in her voice, all outrage smothered by fear and desire.
“And you were watching me!” Babs hissed back, “which one is creepier?!”
Apple Bloom looked away, embarrassed.
“Ah was plannin’ on jumpin out and scarin you when ya’all got back in the room,” she felt the blush rising as she spoke, “but then ya started takin’ yer clothes off and that suddenly seemed like a really bad idea.”
Babs rubbed at her temples.
“Celestia’s shapely ass Bloom, are ya still ten or something?!” she sighed.
“Ah’m sorry,” Bloom sniffed. Her eyes were starting to feel hot and prickly.
Babs stood up and now she looked away, unwilling to see the tears welling in her cousin’s eyes. She extended her hand to Bloom and helped her to her hooves.
“Look, its alright. Just kinda, ya know, embarrassing,” she looked back and saw Apple Bloom still sniffling.
“Sorry,” Bloom said, feeling perfectly awful.
Another long moment of silence followed.
“Hey, Bloom,” Babs finally spoke, all anger gone from her voice, “could ya please not mention my, ya know,” she gestured down at her still very hard stallionhood, “my thing?”
Apple Bloom nodded slowly. She was finally thinking again, most importantly about how Babs was making no attempt to cover herself.
“How long have ya had it?” she asked, stepping a bit closer to her cousin.
“All my life,” Babs replied, “It runs in my mom’s side of the family. She’s got one to.”
“That’s somethin you were bullied for isn’t it?” Apple Bloom stepped a little closer as she spoke. It seemed to her that Bab’s shrunk slightly at the words, drawing in on herself as she was mugged on memory lane.
“Yeah,” she said. Her voice sounded dry and cracked, “kids used to call me a freak for it. Some still do.”
“Ah don’t think yer a freak,” Apple Bloom reached out a hand for her cousin’s shoulder.
“Thanks,” Babs looked at her with a smile and shiny eyes.
Bloom drew her into a long, warm hug, not minding the patches of cooling, slimy cum that clung to her night dress.
“Now, why were ya’all takin about mah shorts?” she asked sweetly and cupped her cousin’s ass.