Hot. The summer sun beats down from its place in the sky relentlessly, showering the fields of green below with its rays. Bathing you in its never-ending heat, drenching you from head to toe in scathing sunlight and the sweat your body produces as a result. Though, you would have been sweating now regardless.

You stare at the ground in front of her. The two of you made your way to the barn, your eyes never meeting hers the entire time. Too nervous. Though now, your gaze drifts ever so slightly upward with each passing second, to the indentation of her feet in the hay covered ground.

You tell yourself that you’re not staring. You’re shy, after all.

Applejack has no sympathy for your meekness. You’d never pegged her as the kind of girl to speak harshly or in undue critique, but working the whole day with her was a tirade of insults, or at the very least the most scathing of negative encouragement. The first words out of her mouth when you showed up for the day set the tone for the next eight hours.

“This is the help y’all scrounged up? Heck, coulda just had Applebloom give us a hand, woulda gone faster.”

You’d opened your mouth to protest but found your words drowned out by her laughter. That laugh... it made you feel so small, so insignificant. To Applejack, the world was two very fundamental components: work, and people who could do that work. Everything else was just window dressing.

And you had tried. Your hardest effort to spite her judgement of you, you had worked harder than you had thought possible, straining with every barrel you lifted and bale you threw to prove that you were stronger than she had thought.

Aside from a raised eyebrow, there was no praise to be had – but Applejack hadn’t hesitated to point out every mistake. The memory of her voice when you had dropped the barrel full of apples played on repeat in your head like a broken record, making your toes curl in shame.

“Good going, hot stuff. You want another barrel to decorate with, or you gonna start picking those up? We’re supposed to move the apples, not make modern art with ‘em.”

Your fist clenches in rage as you relive the moment, but you can’t bring yourself to speak out, or to yell.

Because she dragged you back here.

You can see the colour of her tanned skin above the top of her boots, a summery autumn shade of tinted pink. You wish so badly she would take those boots off, along with everything else…

“Y’all just gonna stand there and gawk all day, or are we gonna get started?”

You feel the red in your cheeks glow as another jibe cuts into the remnants of your fractured pride.

“Er... right. So how do you want... I mean, should I...”

“You are dumber than a bag of rotten apples, aren’t you? I suppose if I didn’t step in you’d take all day with this... and I ain’t gonna spend the next eight hours waiting for you to grow some balls.”

You raise your hand in the beginnings of a feeble rebuttal, but quickly let it fall to your side – where, to your surprise, you feel Applejack’s rough skin take hold, pulling you across the barn to the corner where a series of hay bales surround a blanket thrown to the ground. She hurries you towards the makeshift bedding without a word, standing just to the side as she tows you to the location. You stand and blink nervously for a minute, eliciting a tired sigh from Applejack, who places her hands on her hips in evident frustration.

“Tarnation, have I gotta do everything myself?”

Your mouth starts another bout of stammering, murmurs of ‘um’ as Applejack steps towards you. Very businesslike, she grabs the bottom of your shirt in her hands and yanks it up towards your head, forcing your arms upwards as she removes it before tossing the garment haphazardly off into the barn. You feel yourself tuck your body inward slightly as her eyes get a glimpse of your bare chest – hardly the muscled physique she’s used to seeing from her brother around the farm, you’re sure.

Applejack smirks, but says nothing. Instead, she simply gestures at your belt. You look down, then back up at her incredulously. She rolls her eyes, before taking the initiative again – grabbing the leather and metal and separating them quickly, before you hear the pop of your button being undone, and the tell-tale sound of a descending zipper.

“You ain’t gonna make me do all the work, are you?”

Gulping anxiously, you place your thumbs under the waist-band of your jeans, before lowering them slowly, agonizing with the effort. You shut your eyes as the fabric falls down, the belt buckle giving a soft metallic ‘clink’ as it hits the floor. You shuffle awkwardly out of the leg-holes, and swallow loudly again, now standing in front of a sneering country girl in nothing but your boxers and shoes.

Perhaps in an act of divine mercy, she spares you from further ire, instead giving a low, shrill whistle.

“Not bad. You gonna make with the goods?”

Though you doubt the weight of your protest will do any good, you manage to stammer a tiny bit of consternation.

“Shouldn’t... I mean don’t I... you...”

“Oh, is that what you’re waiting for then? You want a look before we get down to business?”

Before you can even attempt to rephrase Applejack’s oh-so undiplomatic summary, you feel your tongue catch in your mouth – Applejack lifts the plaid shirt off her back nonchalantly, exposing a workmanlike brown bra – evidently one too small for her.  Biting her lip with her eyes squinted in momentary concentration, she slips both hands behind her back and undoes the clasp, removing the garment completely and throwing it to the ground, exposing her breasts in plain view.

You can’t help but stare.

AJ smirks again.

“I ain’t surprised if you say you’ve never seen a pair before. Can we continue now, if’n you please?”

Without hesitation this time, you raise a foot awkwardly to your hands, shuffling off a boot before repeating the process with the other – and then, steeling yourself for the upcoming reaction, follow with the removal of your final layer of clothing.

The summer heat suddenly seems cold in the avenue of your exposure.

Applejack stifles a laugh. Her breasts sway with the effort of concealing her amusement as her head jerks with each muffled chortle.

After a moment, she regains her composure.

“Right. Well then, let’s get to it.”

As workmanlike as ever, Applejack’s jeans find themselves on the ground next to yours in moments, and she stands completely naked next to you – save for the hat, which she leaves on.

You don’t object.

“C’mere and lie down, I ain’t gonna wait all day.”

You timidly step forward onto the blanket, relishing the softness underfoot in contrast to the bristle of the hay. Your whole body feels awkward and uncooperative as you sit, then nervously lie facing upwards, staring at Applejack with every opportunity you have to steal a glance. Her body is surreal in its perfection; toned muscles and tanned complexion, long legs and sturdy arms, a shapely ass and tits to die for... and for some reason, you find your gaze drawn downward more often than not.

Despite all her hard work and farm-living, ten perfect toes at the end of two beautiful feet captivate your attention. They sparkle with a tiny layer of sweat, just like the rest of her body – the glimmer reminds you of your imaginings of angels. Everything is metered by how... conventional her body type is. Maybe it’s the situation, or the fact that you’ve spent the day at the brunt of her verbal abuse and are now seeing her completely exposed like this... but you never imagined someone like Applejack could look this good.

“Like what ‘cha see?”

You can only nod in assent.

She laughs effusively, turning her eyes downward.

“I guess I didn’t hafta ask.”

The blood still left to allocate elsewhere rushes to your cheeks again as you notice how hard you’ve gotten simply from looking.

“Don’t go expectin’ me to get all lovey dovey with ya, that’s not how I do things.”

You nod eagerly as Applejack kneels next to you, your eyes riveted to her subtle curves and sun-worn complexion. You don’t even notice where her hands are headed before the stinging sensation sears across your chest, Applejack’s nails digging into your skin.

“Ow, what?”

Applejack grins at you as you thrash slightly, sitting up from your relaxed position to bring your hands to your chest, grasping gently at the red lines left behind.

“Aw, you too much of a wimp to have some fun? Here, I’ll make ya’ feel better.”

Without warning, you feel her hands on your wrists, grabbing them perhaps a little tighter than necessary, guiding them forward.

Your mouth falls agape as she masses your palms into her tits. The softness is unreal – you wonder if it’s possible to get any harder than you are now. The tingle that races up your body draws out the tiniest of moans from your mouth. For her part, Applejack simply smiles, and continues pressing your hands into her supple mounds.

“There, that better? You gonna stop poutin’ now?”

You manage the slightest tilt of your head as you take over from Applejack’s guidance, moving your hands of your own accord, pressing your fingertips into the softness of her skin, sliding your palms over her pert nipples. You’re fixated on the sensations of your hands on her breasts, but you think you might have noticed the smallest squeak of pleasure just then.

Your mouth draws closed with a hiss of pain as you feel Applejack’s fingernails along your sides. Your body flinches slightly in reflex, but your attention is as focused as ever on the pair of magnificent tits you have your hands on.

AJ’s grin grows wider as she slowly and painfully digs her nails into your skin, revelling at the grimace your face contorts into in response.

“See, now isn’t this more fun than that wimpy soft stuff?”

You nod with clenched teeth as you press your fingers into Applejack’s breasts, pawing at her perky jugs with abandon. Without pausing your attentions, Applejack lifts one leg off the ground and swings it over your waist, sliding herself onto your body, resting her taut backside on your hips just above your erect member. The jolt that runs up your spine is pure electricity, and it sends your hips arching forwards as the aftershock courses through your body.

The sensation of her tanned, smooth skin against the base of your cock is enough to make you want to cum right there. She notices the not-so-subtle thrusting, along with the look of ecstasy on your face, and smiles.

“Better watch you don’t have too much fun too soon, or I’ll have more than some strong words for ya’.”

You can only pant and nod nervously, willing your motion away from the alluring sensation of her taut, perfect ass. Apparently Applejack can sense you need the distraction; she leans forward, breasts still pressed into your palms, and begins to nibble at your neck. The soft touch of lips pressed into your skin is rapturous, and she adds tiny nips with her teeth as she sucks gently at your neck. All the while, you struggle to keep your hips from moving. Your hands are frozen in place from the weight of her body on top of yours, but there’s no place you’d rather have them.

You wince slightly as you feel a particularly hard bite on your collarbone, but the slight sting washes away in the sea of enthrallment at the overwhelming bliss of the situation. Several seconds later you feel another, harder press of Applejack’s teeth into your skin. You inhale sharply as the pain punctures your reverie, but again let it pass. The third and fourth bites, each stronger in insistency, draw your attention a bit more. You turn your head to block access to the sensitive skin of your neck, but Applejack reaches her hand up and turns your head to the side forcefully. The disarming sensation of being moved against your will, coupled with the bite so hard you feel your skin break afterwards, is enough to break the spell of pleasure for a moment. You open your mouth to speak in protest, but before you can get a word out, Applejack’s right hand clamps over your face, muffling your attempt at speech.

“Don’t go cryin’ just cuz I’m havin’ a little fun. Man up, or we ain’t gonna be having ‘fun’ at all.”

The words are insistent, though carried an undercurrent of playfulness. You’re not sure how to feel.  On the one hand, any part of you against Applejack’s heavenly body is a sensation from beyond your wildest dreams. On the other hand, the increasing agony of her not-so-gentle attention is becoming worrisome, along with the way she’s pushing you around. You know that given the day’s work, it’s proven you’re no slouch – but Applejack is stronger and more insistent than you, without contest. All things considered, you’re not about to say no, though another painful chomp down onto your neck makes you consider it.

Applejack draws her mouth back for a moment, and you catch the hint of red on her lips, not from makeup, but from an injury of her own doing. She smiles, and licks her lips, a gesture that you feel resonate in some part of you that you can’t quite pinpoint. She can see that too; that even though you’ve bordered on protest several times, you’re more excited than anything else. Your cock is aching, pressed against the softness of her body, yearning to be touched. Applejack can’t avoid noticing it.

“Well, looks like you didn’t’ listen when I told ya’ to calm down earlier. I reckon one touch and you’ll blow your load, am I right?”

You weren’t expecting to hear her speak so vulgarly, but it sends that same familiar tingle through your body. You nod, embarrassed, while Applejack grins coyly at you. She says nothing, but repositions one of her legs to lift her slightly off your body. While she does so, she places her hand on your chest. You can feel what’s about to come – but as the feeling of teeth-clenching pain stings your chest, you feel your mouth open in an involuntary gasp. Applejack rubs her foot ever so slightly along your erect penis as she delivers her nail raking. A moment ago, you had been confident even one touch would send you over the edge. Apparently, the pain helps to mitigate the sensation – even with those delicate but sturdy feet lingering in proximity to your member. You feel the biggest tingle yet, and Applejack sense that too.

“You gotta be kiddin’ me!” She laughs, tracing a single fingernail in a red-lined path down your torso as her foot flicks at your dick again, causing an involuntary spasm. “You’re getting’ turned on from me pokin’ at you with these smelly ol’ things?”

Your answer is unnecessary. Applejack grabs your wrist in her hand and presses her fingernails down into your skin as she delivers a long, deliberate stroke along the back of your penis with her foot, taking special care to touch the tip ever so delicately with her toes. The groan you let out speaks volumes.

“Hoo boy, you really are some kinda weirdo. That gets you off, huh? Me touchin’ you like this, with these?” Another caress, this time without the accompanying jolt of pain, has you lurch your head forward of your body’s volition, prompting a full blown laugh from AJ.

“Don’t get carried away, remember. Just cause I’m jerkin’ you off with the same sweaty feet that worked the farm in the sun all day, is no reason to get overexcited…”

The word choice is deliberate, and hearing her say something like that almost sends you over the edge. You breathe deeply to mitigate the feeling, and she notices.

“Hey! I said none of that. Keep it together or we’re done. I ain’t even had my turn yet.”

Your mouth manages to mumble the tiniest protest. You need to let her know that if she doesn’t stop, there’s not much longer you can reasonably expected to make it.

“AJ, please, it feels so good, just let me-“

The disarming sensation of a palm colliding with the side of your face knocks the rest of the words out of your mouth. Applejack holds her hand several inches away, glowing a faint red from the impact. Her grin has turned to a commanding glare.

“Are you tellin’ me we get this far out of the depths o’ my generosity, and you’re gonna ask for me to let you cum ‘cause you ‘want it so bad’?

“I… I just…” you stammer. The words left your head with the force of the slap across your face, not sure if you should be apologizing or protesting at your treatment. And still you can feel Applejack’s toes, curling around your shaft, stroking you up and down with more dexterity than they have any right too. It’s a confusion amalgamation of sensations, to say the least.

“Listen here. I didn’t drag you in here ‘cuz I think you’re the hottest stud to come by the farm – but you ain’t rough on the eyes, and I’m havin’ more fun than I have in a while.” Applejack slows her stroking before her feet move together, both of them going upward in tandem until you can feel cock braced between them.. Rough and soft in the same caress; damp and sweaty from a whole day in the sun in her boots. You groan in spite of yourself.

A sigh of relief almost follows when Applejack smiles instead of smacking you again.

“I didn’t realize that you’d be such a wuss when I got you alone though. Watchin’ you have such a tough time with your work shoulda been a hint… and now, to top it all off, you’re gonna blow your load before we even get down to business?”

If Applejack had any presence of mind to hold off your climax, she would certainly stop her movement while she spoke – but even as she chastises you for your closeness, you can feel her feet pressing together, squeezing the head of your cock between them, her toes almost interlocking as she makes a sleeve for your dick, and then bobs her feet ever so slightly up and down, like rough worn leather and velvet together. You don’t want to, but it feels so good…

“Tell ya what. If you can do your best not to make me regret jerkin’ you off before we mess around proper, I won’t smack you upside the head until you can’t talk anymore, and we’ll both be a lot happier.”

Applejack punctuates her proposal with a particularly vicious twist of her feet, squeezing your cock like a forceful handjob, and you grunt and grit your teeth, struggling not to burst before you can even agree.

“Deal?”

You nod your head, unable to speak.

Applejack’s face softens a little bit, still covered by her smile somewhere between mischievous and condescending.

“Alright. Then let’s get on with it. You’re really close already, right? Getting’ all turned on just from lookin’ at me like some kinda perv…”

You’d object to Applejack’s classification of your admiration of her naked body, but right now you’re in no position to argue. You grunt in complacent agreement, savouring the sensation of farm-tempered skin on your member.

Applejack’s demeanour levels somewhere between pitiful amusement and sour derision – she seems to be enjoying teasing you as much as possible. Her face is all grin as she lifts herself up properly and slides down your body, lifting herself up over your cock and settling at your feet, stretching her legs out until her feet reach their target again, planted firmly at the base of your cock before they resume their work.

You groan as the feeling of rough skin returns, far more erotic than you ever could have anticipated.

“You’re probably barely even gonna get my feet wet,” Applejack says as she wraps two toes around your head, curling her feet around the underside of your glans. “Bet you can’t even manage to get a squirt off, let alone a proper load–“

The tingle in your balls comes along with AJ’s insult before you can say anything.

“–!”

You don’t have time to give warning. Your cock twitches as you feel the press of Applejack’s toes into your erection, and your balls clench accordingly as you fully consider the feeling of her sweaty farm-working foot snaked around your member.

The first shot of your cum fires straight up into the air, going a foot above your head and vanishing outside your peripheral vision. Applejack leans back in shock with her eyes widening as she feels you twitch against her feet, shocked by your sudden explosion and moving away from the first rope of semen like it’s a shot being fired. The second one is strong enough as well, but doesn’t fly quite as high or straight, instead tilting upwards and causing you to hit yourself in the chest. You can feel the warmth of your jizz against your skin as it paints itself in a straight line down to your waist. Then the third spurt, which lands along your stomach, leaving a larger collection as it merges with the previous streak. Another, this one spraying onto your pelvis right above the base of your cock and getting  a decent amount on AJ’s feet, which are still moving up and down idly as they keep their grip around your jerking shaft. The last one, that trickles out of your head and sprawls lazily over AJ’s feet, coating them in a thick goo that oozes between AJ’s toes.

You let out a sharp sigh, as though you’d forgotten to breathe as you came.

Applejack gives a low whistle, lifting her feet off your cock with slight trepidation as the feeling of cum over her skin sinks in.

“Hoo-ee. You did a better job than I was expecting. Feels like someone did a real bad job paintin’ my nails right now.”

You can’t manage to stammer out an apology. Your mind is still reeling from the feeling of shooting the hardest load you can recall in recent memory all over yourself, all from the feeling of Applejack’s rough, delicious feet, and the sound of her voice making you feel so inadequate and dirty and horny all at the same time.

Applejack lifts one of her feet up a bit, bending her knee towards herself to get a look at the payload seeping onto the sole of her foot. She eyes it quizzically, examining the trail of semen starting just below the base of her big toe and snaking between it and its neighbour. She eyes you for a moment to give you a once over, and raises an eyebrow as she notices how hard you still are; your cock is standing straight up like a flag-pole, shiny from the remnants of cum on your shaft and still begging for attention.

“Hm,” she says, a noise you’re not sure is approval or simply curiosity.

“Well, you’re keeping yourself in good standing so far,” she says, lowering her foot. She’s leaning in tandem with you on the ground now, both of you almost completely horizontal, toe-to-toe with each other.

“So, you gonna prove that I ain’t gonna regret gettin’ myself all sticky on your account?”

You nod. You’re not sure your words will do you any favours here, so an emphatic headshake seems like the best medium.

“Alright then,” Applejack replies, gesturing at you with her hand to come closer. She waggles her index finger seductively before placing it against her lips, pursing them together with an expression that makes your cock twitch, hard enough to fling a tiny dollop of cum sideways onto your own leg. Applejack’s expression changes to a smirk.

“Come on then. Get up and get over here before I change my mind.”

Your legs almost forget how to move properly in your excitement, but you manage to pull yourself off the ground and stumble on the hay-covered floor toward Applejack. You’re not moving with any certainty – as hard as your dick is, the whole encounter with Applejack has made you feel woefully awkward and inadequate, and by this point you’re just hoping you can fuck her well enough that she’ll let you go without any more slaps to the face.

You’re kneeling in front of her as she reaches a hand up to stop you, pressing it against your chest. You raise your head and your eyes meet hers, green and mischievous.

“Ain’t gonna let you get started without a proper cleanup, mister. You made a mess, and you get to take care of it before you have any fun.”

You blink. Was she still on about the apples from earlier? You can’t imagine there were any you dropped that hadn’t already been picked up…

Your eyes dart down to Applejack’s hand as she traces a finger languidly along your chest. As her hand moves, you can feel a change in the texture on your skin – the strand-and-a-half of cum that painted your chest from your earlier orgasm are being wiped up in parts along with her finger.

Oh.

Applejack grins bigger than ever as she raises her finger up. A single collected strand of cum drips off the side, hanging obscenely like a white, gooey tapestry demanding your attention.

“Well?” she says, and reaches her finger towards your mouth.

You feel a lump in your throat as you swallow, but you can’t keep your lips from parting as AJ’s finger touches against them.

She shoves the digit inside more gracefully than you’d expect it – in a way, you almost wish she’d just get it over with. The taste on her finger isn’t one you’re completely unfamiliar with, but it’s not one you’ve ever made an effort to experience again; sort of like slightly sour water, or maybe just sea-water from a not-so-well-to-do ocean. The texture is worse, warm and slimy, but not completely gelatinous. Despite how unenjoyable the sensation of tasting your own cum is, you can’t help but let out the tiniest of almost girlish moans as Applejack slides her finger in and out of your mouth a little bit at a time, letting you suck on it like a baby with a pacifier, or a… something else. Your eyes close for several seconds before she withdraws her finger, content that it’s completely clean, which it is – all the cum she scooped up is resting on your tongue.

You swallow, and open your eyes. Applejack has slid herself backwards on the floor in the several seconds it’s taken you to return to present consciousness. Beaming, she lifts up one of her feet.

“There’s more where that came from,” she says.

You swallow again, nervously, tasting the traces of your cum as it lingers on your pallet. AJ’s toes are dripping with your jizz, and she’s waggling them at you like a set of sticky hors d’oeuvres, or maybe a set of sexy strawberries coated in fondue.

With little recourse, you lean forward and take AJ’s foot into your hands. You can smell the combination of scents hitting your nostrils even before you’re within a foot of your clean-up duty: the guilty bitter tinge of your cum, and the all-day leather boot farm-working sweat of her skin. The latter makes you twitch again.

Maybe this isn’t too bad an idea after all.

To your surprise, you hear a noise from Applejack as you take her big toe into your mouth. It could just be a giggle, but the way her foot twitches when you lather your tongue over the underside of her toe and scoop up a decent sized glob of semen suggests otherwise. You don’t even notice the taste this time – you’re too busy with the other part of your task at hand, or at foot. Applejack’s toes are heavenly, the perfect size accessories to her beautiful, strong feet. You spend what you’re sure is longer than necessary lapping at the crack between her big toe and the one next to it, getting every drop of your cum out along with a healthy taste of her work-day’s sweat and then some. As your tongue works, your hands are all over her feet, massaging at her sole and arches with your thumbs and fingers and struggling in your own mind not to use one of your hands for your own attention.

You lick everywhere. Her toes are perfect because they’re just the right size to get all the way inside your mouth so you can suck on them. You’re not sure if it’s your imagination, but everytime you take a digit into your mouth and circle your tongue around it like another, much smaller part of female anatomy, you swear you can feel AJ shiver, and once or twice you swear you notice a moan creeping into your ears. You suck off every drop of cum, and spend a minute afterwards licking all over the rest of Applejack’s foot in the pretense of an even sense of cleanliness – the sides, the part near her ankle which Is sour with the pungency of her boots and sweat and the aroma of farm-work, and the sole, that’s soft and rough at the same time, delicate skin texture worn hard by firm boots and eight hours a day on her feet.

That’s the first one, but the second follows in short order. You try not to linger as long – you have a feeling that Applejack might stop you, as it’s obvious you’d have no problem continuing in this fashion all day – but you don’t forget the aching length of flesh swinging below your waist obscenely, waiting to be put to use at Applejack’s request. Reluctantly, you pull Applejack’s second big toe out of your mouth with a pop and swallow, the last drops of your cum sliding down your throat along with whatever of AJ’s sweat you managed to collect in the same go.

Applejack isn’t quivering the way you’d hoped when you look up at her, but her cheek’s are certainly a little flushed, and her smile looks more cheerful than malevolent for once.

“Not bad,” she says, the closest thing to a compliment you’ve gotten all day. “We can get down to business now, I reckon.”

You don’t have to be told twice. In irreverence of your earlier anxiety and inexperience, you shuffle in AJ’s direction on your knees, your cock aching to be lined up and slid inside what you hope is a tight wet hole waiting for the same.

You feel Applejack’s thighs on your knees, but stop for a moment when her hand is on your chest again.

“This ain’t the way I like to do it though,” she says simply. Your balance vanishes as she gives a hard shove, sending you backwards and forcing an impromptu reorganization of the position of your legs. You do an awkward half stand as you raise your legs up, but Applejack’s hand follows through, pushing you backwards and back onto your back as you were before, legs stretched all the way out. You feel her legs on yours, and then her both her hands on your chest as she braces her weight against your body. You’re dismayed to find a bit of your breath knocked out as she lines herself up.

“Don’t go moving too much,” she cautions. You inhale sharply as you feel, properly, for the first time, the wetness of her lips on the tip of your cock. They’re damper than you expected, and the thought of an aroused Applejack lowering herself onto your dick only makes it harder to pay attention to her recommendation.

“You just seem like the type of guy to get off real quick even if he’s just shot a big one. Try to at least hold out a little bit, okay?”

You don’t think Applejack notices your nod as she drops down onto your dick. You feel a brief slither of friction as your head slides past her entrance, and then all wetness, warm pleasure enveloping your shaft completely. Applejack gives a soft grunt as she presses her ass down onto your hips. She has no problem taking the whole thing inside. You feel the curve of her buttcheeks against your skin as she pauses for a moment to orient herself in the new position.

“Not terrible,” she says before lifting herself up.

Don’t go moving too much, you try to remember.

Applejack slams herself back down without further notice. The feeling of her walls sliding over both sides of your cock is unreal, and you find it incredibly difficult not to thrust upwards as hard as you can. Every part of you wants to be as far inside of her as possible, even if you’re already grinding up against her pelvis – you want to feel every inch of your cock surrounded by the tight, commanding wetness of Applejack’s pussy.

You’re delighted to see Applejack’s face contort for the first time, the first proper sign of pleasure in lieu of her naughty grin. Her mouth hangs open a little bit, and one of her hands goes to her right breast, grabbing it and kneading it wantonly. Her eyes close for a moment as she swivels her hips with the full length of your cock all the way inside herself.

“Mhmm, not bad at all… you might actually manage to get me off if you can keep from makin’ a fool out of yourself and poppin’ off to early.” Applejack slides herself upwards as she speaks, and you groan at the sight of her pussy-lips clinging to your shaft as she raises until just the tip is touched by her delicate, wet skin. She lowers herself slower this time, spending another few seconds at the bottom of her descent to grind her hips side to side, getting as much internal friction as possible.

Don’t go moving too much, she said. You scream at your hips to stay still.

As if she can read your thoughts, Applejack opens her eyes as she bounces slowly up and down again.

“You can move a little bit… just don’t mess me up, I’ve got a good spot right–there!”

Applejack’s last word is a shout, and she gives a particularly hard grab to her breast as you thrust for the first time. You feel the head of your cock press against something inside her – though you’re sure you’re not deep enough to be prodding against anything worrisome, the way her voice changed when you shoved forward is a good sign.

“Do that again,” she mumbles, closing her eyes again and leaning forward. She rests her weight against your chest as her back takes an arched angle, making it easier for her bob her curvaceously tone butt up and down your cock. The second she reaches the fullest extent of penetration, you thrust, and are rewarded with a positively depraved sounding moan from Applejack. She paws at her breast and buries her mouth in your shoulder, and picks up a quicker pace with her bouncing. You follow suit, moving your hips as she does, at least every other time hitting that ‘sweet spot’ and feeling yourself twitch as Applejack moans again.

“Uhh, huhh, that’s a good spot, just keep… keep doing it right there.”

Applejack’s direction is more of a request than anything she’s said throughout the day, but you’re happy to oblige. Your dick is still in paradise, beset on every side by Applejack’s tightness – and the sensation of something inside her bumping up against the head of your cock with every thrust produces a delicious friction; it reminds you of the way her feet felt as they were rubbing up and down the underside of your shaft.

You feel yourself twitch again.

Applejack straightens her back abruptly, lifting herself up but not stopping her bouncing for a second. She opens her eyes with the look of a sudden revelation and grabs both your arms by the wrists.

“Here,” she says, dragging them upwards and placing your palms on her tits.  You do the only thing that feels natural, and begin squeezing and rubbing Applejack’s magnificent pair of shapely breasts with your palms and fingers.

Applejack shakes her head, still bobbing up and down on your pole.

“Uh-uh. Harder. I know you probably can’t swing very hard, but I want you to slap ‘em around a little bit.”

The part of you with enough dignity to be offended isn’t listening. As best you can manage, you pull your right hand back  and throw it forward just as quickly. The palm of your hand hits AJ’s tit with a hearty slap.

“Oooh, fuck yes, just like that,” she says, giving a particularly hard slam downwards with her hips and dragging a groan from between your teeth.

Content with your positive reinforcement, you give Applejack’s left breast a resounding ‘smack’ as well, and AJ bites down on her lower lip in return, letting out a sound like ‘hnngh’ under her breath, which is coming in short bursts now.

You keep your thrusts in even measure with Applejack’s, pawing roughly at her tits as you do so, giving each of them a light smack every other thrust as Applejack grinds down on your cock. She reaches one of her hands back to your chest, and you clench your teeth and breathe in sharply as she rakes her fingernails over your skin again, so hard you’re sure she’s drawn blood.

“Don’t stop,” she says, grabbing your shoulder with her right hand and clenching her fingernails down into your flesh. The sting of her grip is painful, but it’s drowned out by everything else – the softness of her tits in your hands as you rub, squeeze, and slap them – the tightness of her dripping wet pussy, twitching around your cock everytime you thrust up into her or give a good slap to one of the sizable mounds in front of you. A little scratch on the shoulder pales in comparison.

“Don’t stop,” Applejack repeats, holding her hand on your collar bone and grinding her hips down. She doesn’t lift herself up again this time, instead planting herself firmly with her pelvis grinding into yours and arching her body back and forth, swivelling her butt with your cock pressing against her inside walls with every movement. In response to locking of her downward placement, you thrust your hips up as far as they can go and hold them there – to which you’re met with AJ’s something inside against your head, and a gasp from AJ, the loudest thing you’ve heard from her today.

“Oh, Celestia, don’t move. Don’t move, just stay like that,” Applejack says. Her eyes are closed, and her fingernails are digging holes into your skin, but you follow her instructions. Applejack’s movements become more forceful and erratic with every swivel, until she’s drawing blood from your chest and biting her lower lip so hard you’re sure she’s doing the same there. You can feel her tightening around your shaft, slamming harder and harder in one direction with the head of your cock pressed against something inside her until–

“Mmmmmnh!”

Applejack comes without proper words, biting down on her lip and scrunching her hands up into balls with your skin as the resultant casualty. You can feel her spasm around your dick, and the smallest increase in wetness as she cums, her walls clenching around your member and her lips grasping at the base of your shaft like a panicked hand.

Applejack keeps her eyes closed as her orgasm washes over her. As you feel the spastic throes of ecstasy subside by way of her contractions, she grinds her butt from side to side once or twice more before finally opening her eyes.

Her face is a mask of surprised relaxation.

“Well I’ll be damned. Didn’t think I was gonna have that good a time with that miniature-sized piece you were packing.”

For reasons you can’t explain, you feel yourself twitch inside AJ’s still well-warmed cunt as she insults the size of your equipment. Applejack responds with a giggle.

“Fair enough. I guess you did what I asked, which I’m surprised about… but fair’s fair. You want me to keep goin’ till you cum?”

Yes. Yes. As easy as the word is, it stutters before it can form on your lips. AJ’s pussy feels good – amazing. But…

Applejack rolls her eyes at your delay.

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t know you were gonna want something else. Come on and spit it out then.” Applejack gives a backwards glance over her shoulder and returns her eyes to your face. “Do you want me to use my feet again? You seemed to like that the last time.”

“Uh, that’s, uh, okay, actually…” you manage. The words have become harder and harder throughout the day with Applejack acting like every sentence you utter is a burden on her by virtue of standing nearby – you’re not sure how to tell her what you’d really like.

“Well? Spit it out then, ‘cause if you don’t tell me I’m gonna start trying to get myself off again, and I don’t think you’ll be able to hang on for another one of those…”

“I was wondering, actually, if, uh…”

Applejack doesn’t speak, but instead leans forward, her nose only inches away from your face. Her eyes are a brilliant emerald, and for the first time in the day, you feel like they might not be judging you. Her lips are inches from yours too. The air between your lips and hers feels like it’s aflame.

You stifle a groan as you feel AJ clench her pussy around your cock.

“I was just wondering if you could, uh… if I could… play…. With your feet… while you… you know. Uh.”

“Play with how?” Applejack asks, adjusting herself ever so slightly on your shaft.

“Like, um, what I did earlier.”

“You wanna suck on my smelly ol’ feet while I get you off? Is that it?”

“Yes,” you murmur, twitching inside AJ’s velvet-lined tunnels.

Applejack pulls her head back, robbing the air of its electricity and smiling at you.

“Fair enough,” she says simply. She lifts up without a second thought, leaving the lingering sensation of her pussy-lips sliding along your shaft as she sits next to you before reorienting herself. As she turns sideways, her eyes light up suddenly, and you can see the spark of an idea flickering behind her grass-green irises.

“This might work,” she says.

The trace of her fingers against your skin makes you shiver as she turns herself again, laying her entire naked body atop yours, but with her head pointed downward. The logistics of your respective height are probably not aligned perfectly, but the layout of the scenario vanishes from your mind as AJ’s feet enter into view, hovering just inches away from your mouth. At the same time, you feel something on your cock; Applejack’s hand, wrapping her fingers around the base of your shaft. You look down, and catch the tiniest lick of AJ’s lips as she rubs the damp-skin underneath her palm.

She doesn’t say anything this time. Your eyes widen in disbelief as her hand tightens its grip and her face leans forward. Her lips part and her mouth opens, taking the head of your cock inside without a second thought.

Fuck, you think. Your eyes shut for a moment as the feeling of Applejack’s tongue slathering over the tip of your penis sends a shiver through your entire body. The sensation persists, but you manage to open your eyes as Applejack takes more of your shaft into her mouth – when you do, you remember the origin of your request, and find a pair of well-cleaned, but still hard-worked farm feet waiting in front of you.

You take three of Applejack’s toes into your mouth as you feel her lips against the base of your cock. You groan around her foot as he tongue licks at the bottom of your erection.

Not going to last long. You shut your eyes and take Applejack’s foot between your hands as she slides her lips up and over your cock, leaving them planted firmly just at the very tip, so you can feel the outside pertness of her lips pursed against your skin. When her mouth moves, she replaces it with her hand, encircling your shaft and leaving only the tiniest bit feeling neglected. She pauses for a second like that before lowering her head again, giving a low hum as she takes you all the way back inside her mouth and moves her hand away. You moan into her toes again, and begin licking every inch you can get your mouth on. Not long.

Applejack moves her head faster. Her hand stays in place sometimes, bobbing up and down and giving the perfect mix of friction and attention to your head. She curls her toes into your mouth, and you lick more and more as her foot squirms in response, taking turns between her toes and lapping at the sole of her foot like a dog.

As Applejack’s lips tighten around the base of your cock again, she places a free hand under your balls and cups them with her fingers, squeezing gently as she licks around the upper side of your shaft.

That’s it.

You can’t see the effects this time, but you can feel the intensity of your orgasm – so strong you almost feel yourself blacking out – clamping down hard on AJ’s foot with your mouth, sucking on her toes like a refugee thirsty for his first water in days. Applejack moans loudly as you spray the back of her throat with cum, and you notice the arch of her back and the shiver of her body as she bears down on your penis, licking at your shaft fervently and drinking each shot of your jizz. You try to count, but AJ squeezing your balls overrides the usual account by twitching, and makes you completely lose track. You feel like it’s enough for a lifetime.

Eventually, your climax does subside, and you practically fall backwards, leaving Applejack’s foot where it is but your hand landing in the hay behind you with a ‘pomf’.

Applejack lingers a little longer at the scene of her enjoyment. She spends a minute licking up the drops of cum that managed to trickle their way past her lips and onto your cock, and when she’s done, gives one last squeeze of your balls before sitting up and manoeuvring herself sideways, where she sits on the barn floor beside you.

Physically, you feel like a mess. Your chest and shoulders ache from AJ’s bites and scratches. You can still feel the now-hardening layer of cum painted across your chest. Your tongue is exhausted from lapping at Applejack’s feet, and your balls feel so drained you’re not sure you’ll be able to cum again for weeks.

Applejack smiles at you. Her face is flushed, but the rest of her just looks well-worked. Her sweat is glistening with skin from your fuck-session, and her eyes sparkle as bright, emerald green as they ever have.

Her smirk is gone though. In its place, there’s a soft, somewhat earnest smile.

“See, I knew when we took you on for the day that you must be good at something.”

Just another day’s work on the farm, you suppose.