Weredog's Wild Tails: Juniper

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Juniper

The way her ears fold down in embarrassment when you ask the question makes your heart flutter. You’ve been cheering on her tricks, and she’s been smiling at you beneath those skater-girl bangs every time she looks your way. Even more, she’s been teasing. She must have been. It’s possible that the hand stall at the top of the pipe was just coincidentally aiming your way. But the way she was showing a sizeable bulge drooping down one side of her panties and even showing some skin to you couldn’t have been a mistake.

She took your hand up to the top of the pipe. You could see the blush in her pink inner ears while she held your hand just a bit too long once she’d climbed to the top again.

“Fuck, girl, you were tearing it up down there. Can I get the name of the best skater in the park?” Her smile is wide as her face is long. She’s a gorgeous mare, with chocolate fur and big purple eyes, which are currently blinking at you from beneath a curtain of auburn bangs.

You have to strain to hear her response over the banging beat from the speakers. “Juniper.”

“Hey, this might sound like a stupid question, but I want to make sure so I don’t get the wrong idea, are you flirting with me?”

Your question seems to have flustered her, but after a moment of hiding her eyes beneath her hair, she nods. “How could you tell?” She asks under her breath.

With your own skateboard in hand, you hold it casually in front of her hips, hiding the thick cock dangling down to her knees from where it’s pushed its way out from beneath her skirt from the rest of the skaters in the park. “Just call it a hunch. Although that’s sort of giving you away.” You gesture downward and she gives you a sly smirk.

“It’s always giving my secrets away.” She whispers.

“Well, I won’t tell anyone. Can I—” You ask, and before you finish the sentence, she holds up her skateboard next to yours, then takes your hand and places it beneath her skirt.

She’s floppy and soft beneath your fingers, though when you give her a squeeze, she responds with a throb that lifts up her skirt in the front. The texture is smooth like skin, but it’s hot and moving beneath your grasp. Juniper bites her bottom lip so her whinny is muffled as the cock in your hand jumps. You turn your skateboard sideways to keep it hidden.

“Think you need help getting that to go back down?” You ask, offering your other hand. She glances around, checking to see if anyone else has seen. It’s a busy park, so even with your makeshift censor bars, her eagerness hasn’t gone unnoticed. The blush makes its way up to her ears again. “We can hop down behind the ramp if you’d like.”

Juniper takes your hand and nods. You lead the way, hopping down behind the steel struts. There’s a rumbling of wheels on plywood as someone rides the ramp up, then a clattering of plastic kneepads as they wipe out. Juniper hops down next to you. She’s got a hand on the waistband of your jeans, and you’ve unbuttoned and grabbed two of the ramp supports while she tugs them down to your knees.

There’s the sound of a zipper. Then her satchel flops to the ground to your side. A soft sound of something liquid hits your ears, then a moment later a small bottle of lubricant drops into her bag’s open top. For all her shyness and embarrassment, she came prepared.

Her head nuzzles against your neck as you reach back for her. You can feel her cock jutting upwards from her skirt. It jumps in your hands as you pull it down to get on level with your rump. It takes a few tries to line her up—she’s eager and with a cock that thick it takes some time to relax.

But when you finally loosen up enough for her to slip her blunt tip in, she follows it up with as much horse cock as you can manage. It slides in inch after inch after inch, until you’re sure she must be running out.

“Fuck, that feels good,” she whispers into your ear. “Almost halfway.”

Halfway?! You shiver and tilt your ass up for her, and the rest glides against your pucker with smooth friction. You’ve never felt so deliciously full. The hem of her skirt tickles your back while her balls swing up and slap your taint as she gives you a proper thrust. Hands wrap around your waist. The way she throbs with each of her thrusts makes your knees weak. She lips at the back of your neck. You free up a hand from where you’re braced against the ramp supports. She kisses your hand, then pushes her head in for ear scratches as she fucks you. Every thrust feels like it goes on forever—from her tip flaring out just inside your pucker, to the glide as it slides so deep you’re sure you should be able to see the bulge in your belly. Her breath is loud and ragged next to your cheek.

Juniper’s hands reach down from where they’ve grabbed your hips. Then she stops fucking you for a moment and pulls her fingers up to her face. She must have realized you’ve already cum. She nickers out a shy little giggle, then licks your wetness from her fingers as she pushes deep again. Deep inside, you can feel her tip flare again, wide and throbbing. The mare holds herself buried deep in you, one hand on your hips and the other rubbing your own release into the fabric of your shirt. You can feel the throbbing through her cock, along with the way it goes rigid in your ass, tugging you back against her front with the strength of its pulsing. A hot glow blossoms deep inside you as she starts to fill you with sticky mare cum. You twitch and hold onto her arms.

Only a few seconds later, you feel her starting to go soft. She droops free with a slurp, and you clench to try to avoid making a mess of your jeans, still bunched up around your knees. Still, a few splatters of her cum drip down into the fabric. They’re going to need a wash.

She’s got a towel in her satchel, and a water bottle. She’s cleaned herself off and is already retreating back up beneath her skirt. She hands you the towel, then when you’ve done your best to clean up her mess, she hands you the water bottle, too. Then she picks up her board and has pulled herself back up onto the ramp. This time, she reaches a hand down to help you up.

Story by Kandrel