Low Note

Pinned to the floor by the increasing weight of a pony simply sitting down my sight grows dark, all around my is the earthy aroma of her  and salty sweat that vaguely reminds me of Fritos. My arm's reach out to grab anything to pull me out from underneath the musicians rump but the only thing within reach are her hips and thighs. I push back against Octavia. With a sly grin and a practiced aim she  raps me on my knuckles with her bow and I yelp in pain.

Lip locked with her warm, sweaty ponut the moment I yell in pain is the moment it's filled and my sense of taste and smell become one. I can hear the muffled, posh chuckle of the mare as she wiggles back and forth, cramming me firmly betwixt her cheeks.

“Struggling only makes it better,” Octavia cooed, a shiver racing up her back.

I can hardly think, my air is less oxygen and more her sweaty musk. I need air and with a long, powerful lick across Octavia’s anal ring I began to tongue her hole, running the tip of my tongue across each wrinkle of the mare's anus before lapping broadly before repeating the action. I could barely hear the pants and moans of pleasure through the mounds of flesh, but it was the quivering and warm wet feeling on my chin and neck that clued me in on her mounting excitement. Working my tongue diligently I continued to try and push the mare's heavy weight off my face, her sweat, slick flesh making the feat harder; each push only rewarded me with a glimmer of light.

My head was swimming, the lack of fresh air and the constant assault of the mare's aromatic sweat was taking its toll and the taste of salt had slithered into my throat, waiting patiently for me to swallow the built up spit from my suckling softly on her tender ring of flesh. With a hard gulp I let the full taste dominate my sense of taste, and slid my tongue just beyond the winking hole of her anus just as easily as I slid into my position as her chair. Pushing her off would do no good, instead I grabbed as much of her soft rear as I could handle and massaged her ass, running a circular pattern before stroking up and down and then repeating the process.

The moment was close, I could feel drip after drip of her arousal landing on my chin then running in small rivulets down my neck, her moans had grown loud enough that I could hear her from underneath and I quickly positioned my arms to hold her hips down on my face and began alternating between hard long laps beginning at the space between her pussy and ponut and ending my broad flat tongue at the space underneath her tail and softly and quickly darting my tongue in and out of her tensing hole. With a gasp and a orgasmic yell Octavia leaned forward and I promptly let my grip on her go as the shock of a rough tongue basting rewarding me with a breath of air and a her ponut popped free from my lips.

I inhaled deeply, my mouth open to ensure my reprieve wasn’t wasted.

With a heavy thud Octavia came back down and I was certain I was crammed deeper between her round ass cheeks; her soft ponut finding it's way back into my gaping mouth.

“Well, then…” Octavia huffed, “if you really insist on giving my rear the love it deserves I suppose I can keep you there for a few more hours,”