As soon as I could get out of the house the next day, I rushed to the playground where I knew my friends would probably be hanging out before school. It was just a little cleared area right next to the forest on the outskirts of town. Its playhouse had knotholes in the walls, its slide was rusted, and its seesaw would barely move at all, squeaking terribly when it did. When we'd first discovered it, the place had been dark and mysterious, both scaring us away and drawing us to it. Because it was in such disrepair, no other foals ever went there, so it became our own secret hideaway, almost a clubhouse ... and now it didn't feel dark or mysterious at all – it felt like a second home.

As I crested the last hill and went around the patch of bushes that blocked my view, I could see the old playground in the middle distance. And since it was such a nice day outside, all three of my friends were already there, hanging around the old playground.

There was Lemony Drop, the girly earth pony who was so easy to spot with her bright yellow body and white mane. She already had a wrapped candy for a cutie mark and was training with her dad to go into the family sweet-making business. It looked like she was teasing Half Step about something.

Half Step was a brown earth pony, and his face was blushing nearly as red as his mane for some reason. What was Lemony teasing him about? He was normally so outgoing and self-assured ever since he got his cutie mark of a drum and found a passion for dancing ... it was rare to see him blush like that. Pretty much only Lemony could do that to him.

And, as usual, Page Turner was a little apart from the others, lounging on the creaky old seesaw. He was a dark grey pegasus pony, and as was always the case, he was holding a book out in front of himself with his wings. Now that I had my cutie mark, he'd be the only one of the four of us to still be a blank flank ... but it didn't seem to bother him or anypony else. Everypony already knew that his cutie mark and special talent would both have something to do with all those books he was always reading, so nopony – not even Turner himself – seemed to be in a hurry for him to get his mark.

I ran straight up to all three of them, then skidded to a halt on the old playground sand, turning sideways as I did so that they'd all see my brand new cutie mark.

“Woah! Cadance – your cutie mark! It's awesome!” Half Step came trotting up to see it closer, no doubt happy to have a change of subject.

Lemony came after him, more slowly and calmly ... but Turner barely spared a moment, peeking at my flank over the top of his book before going back to it.

“How'd you get it?” Half Step said as Lemony came up next to him to gawk at my flank. “What's it mean?”

I beamed a great big smile so ardently that it soon started to make my cheeks a little sore. “I think I kind of help ponies with ... you know, love and sex and stuff!”

“Love and sex stuff?” Lemony scrunched up her face a little. “Gross! No way you could have such a pretty cutie mark for stuff like that.”

“No, it really is – and it's not gross, it's amazing! It's the best thing ever!”

By that time, the conversation had finally heated up enough to really distract Turner from his book. After carefully sticking one of his own feathers between the pages as a bookmark, he came over to stare at my new mark himself. “Interesting... You know, that heart shape really reminds me of something I was reading about in Sparkle Smoke's Compendium of Mystical and Rare Artifacts. Something from way up north ... Yakyakistan, maybe? What was it called...? Maybe I should go find the reference copy at the library and—”

“What? Come on!” Lemony poked him in the ribs with one yellow hoof. “Your friend just got her cutie mark, and she says it's for love and sex and stuff, and now you want to go look it up in a book?”

Half Step laughed a little. “It's Turner, Lemony. What did you expect?”

“I can do other things!” Turner favored each of them in turn with ill-favored looks. “It's just that I could swear her cutie mark looks exactly like the illustration in—”

“Seriously, though, sex stuff?” Lemony went on, completely disregarding what Turner was trying to say. “Are you even sure that's what it's really for? I've never heard of anypony having a cutie mark for stuff like that.”

“I'm sure.” I winked at her. “Come on, let's go in the playhouse and I'll show you!” Without waiting so see if they'd agree or not, I trotted straight to the playhouse and went inside. I knew exactly what my cutie mark meant. What had happened last night couldn't be interpreted any other way ... even though I'd told Mom and Dad that it meant I was good at helping ponies become friends with each other. After seeing how well Rose Gold and Topaz got along with each other the next morning, Amber had believed me instantly. Pickle had wondered why it was a heart if it meant friendship – a lot of his 'friends' in Baltimare had heart cutie marks, he said – but that had been easy enough to brush off, especially since I was in such a hurry to get here and show off to my friends.

Even though Lemony was the first one to follow me inside the playhouse, when I asked who wanted to try it first, she'd just blushed and rubbed one hoof against the other. It was Half Step who stepped up, saying, “Sure, I guess I'll try it. What are we gonna—?”

His question cut off into a muffled shout of surprise as my lips met his. At first, he seemed to surprised to respond at all, but when I wrapped my hooves around the back of his neck and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss, he finally began to reciprocate it a little. It began with him just turning his head to a more comfortable angle and opening his mouth just slightly. That was invitation enough for me to venture in with my tongue a little bit ... and once he felt that, he seemed to take it as an invitation for him to give me his in turn.

He turned out to be a wonderful kisser, once he got into it. By the time we separated, both blushing and looking at each other with sparkling eyes, the other two were blatantly staring at us. But I mostly only had eyes for Half Step. We'd known each other and been friends for so long, it felt incredible to take this new step, deepening our connection together in a completely new way.

Lemony's tail had risen up noticeably behind her, but she frowned dismissively. “That's it? You got a cutie mark for kissing?”

“Oh, a lot more than kissing.” I smiled at Half Step. “Sit down. Yeah – right there on the floor.”

The playhouse had a wooden floor that was probably once rough, but had been polished smooth by generations of foals' hooves playing on it. Half Step sat down on it readily enough. He seemed pretty willing to be compliant after enjoying a kiss like that.

I settled down lower on the floor in front of him, and I pushed his hind legs apart with my hooves. Wonderful! Half Step's cute little balls hung right in front of me, and apparently the kiss had been good enough to tease his cock out a little bit – the tip of it was peeking out just beyond the edge of his sheath. Smiling, I slowly drew closer.

Half Step stared down at me. “Cadance? What are you—?”

He gasped when my tongue touched the barely-showing tip of his cock ... but he didn't recoil or make any move to stop me. Actually, his body instinctively nudged toward me, and his cock nudged just a little more out of his sheath.

“Cadance,” he said breathlessly. “I... I've never felt anything like that before! It's so... Mmm!”

Taking everything he'd shown so far inside my mouth was more than enough to take his mind off of talking. It was just a little nubbin so far, anyway. Soft and warm, it fit in my mouth so nicely, and I could freely play my tongue across it.

It didn't stay that small for long, though. Quickly, it swelled to fill my whole mouth, then press against the back of my throat, all while Half Step moaned and trembled.

I did want to practice taking it in my throat again, but not yet. I wanted to work myself up to it first, and I wanted him to be ready, too. So instead, I pulled my mouth off of him for a moment. A quick glance was enough to confirm that both Lemony and Turner were watching from behind either of my shoulders, paying very close attention to what I was doing. So why not make it a bit of a lesson? “You can't forget to give a little attention to the balls, too,” I said, gently touching Half Step's with my hoof. “Like this!”

Both of the others craned their heads forward for a better angle as I pushed my face almost down to the floor and began licking the lovely smooth curves of Half Step's balls. They tasted nice and fresh – he must have taken a bath this morning – and they were just so gloriously warm and full. I could just barely wrap my lips around each one of the round bulges, and I hummed my satisfaction at feeling the way they churned deep inside. This time, I was going to find out what it felt like to have a colt finish inside me, and I could already tell Half Step was going to be a really good friend and give me a nice big load!

Something warm and heavy flopped down over my mane. At first, I thought it must have been Lemony or Turner doing something, but when I looked up, I saw what had happened while I'd been distracted with Half Step's balls. His cock had grown to very nearly its full size, but it hadn't really hardened yet, so it rested languorously from my forehead to just behind my left ear.

What else was a filly like me to do but trace my tongue all the way up from his balls to his tip? His cock slid down over my head as I did, the tip of it briefly falling across my eye before bopping me right on the nose. And with it right there against my nose ... well, why not? I looked up at him half lovingly and half mischievously, and I opened my mouth, holding out my tongue.

Getting his tip to drop from my nose onto my tongue was easy. I caught it there like a true love expert pony. Of course, it might have helped that he was starting to stiffen even more, so that by the time I took his tip completely inside my mouth again, it was already holding itself up almost completely.

After that, I just went to town on him. Let me tell you, there's nothing quite like the lovely feeling of slurping on a nice warm cock that's just the right size for your mouth. I stroked the rest of his length with my hooves as I bobbed my head more and more enthusiastically. He was getting all the way hard now, which made it all the more fun.

“I ... I can't believe she's really doing it,” Turner mumbled.

Lemony made a shocked little sound. “I can't believe you're touching yourself while she does it!”

“What? Why shouldn't I?”

“Duh – gross! Am I the only one here who hasn't suddenly turned into a sex-crazed maniac?”

“I wouldn't go throwing around words like 'sex-crazed maniac' if I were a filly with my tail that high up in the air...”

I ignored those other two as best I could, focusing instead on the carnal bliss of pleasuring Half Step's nice little colt cock. I was able to get him even deeper than I'd managed with Topaz ... at least until he began to flare out at the end.

When his tip suddenly began to swell inside my throat, I pulled off of him, sputtering and gasping. Woah, I thought, my mouth still wide open, is he really about to—?

The first fat stream of it jetted right out of his tip and straight over my tongue, instantly flooding my mouth with a slosh of white cream. And just as I closed my mouth, wondering if I should swallow, the next big burst of it spattered all over my muzzle. It was so sticky! And so ... delicious! After that, I planted my dripping lips right against the hole in his flared cock, drinking it down and swallowing it almost as fast as he could give it to me. I still ended up with one big, cheek-bulging mouthful as his spurts tapered off to nothing.

I pulled away from his tip, leaving a stringing trail between for a moment, then looked right up into Half Step's hazel eyes as I slowly gulped down that last bit. I could see his eyes follow it down, watching the little bump in my throat.

Well, so much for feeling that nice big load inside me. I still kind of got it inside, and that was fun, but I still wanted to know what it would feel like in that deep place inside my belly...

Thankfully, it wasn't just the two of us, so maybe I'd still have a chance.

I looked up at Lemony and Turner, my face still messy. “So ... you two want to give it a try?”

“Me?” Lemony held her hoof in front of her chest as if she'd been personally offended, despite how high her tail was above her back. “Why would I want to do that kind of stuff?”

Turner, though, seemed much more ready to get into it. He came right over in front of me and reared up on his hind legs, presenting his cock for me.

And it was a really nice cock. The dark grey of it gave way to a cute mottled pink at the end, and it looked really tasty ... but I also knew that Lemony needed this a lot more than she'd admit, and it would be greedy for me to hog all the cock for myself, wouldn’t it?

“Hey, Lemony Drop?” I said in my sweetest cajoling tone. “I'm not quite done with Half Step yet. Maybe you could do me a favor and take care of Turner for me? Just do it the same way you saw me do it with Half Step.”

“Seriously?” she said, glancing back and forth between my face and his cock... Though they weren't very far apart, after all.

I looked up at her with my best lost puppy look. “Please?”

She rolled her eyes a little. “Oh ... alright. But ... but just for you, Cadance. It's not like I want to do it or anything. I mean, come on – it's Turner. It's not like he's...” Her voice trailed off as Turner pivoted toward her instead. Slowly, she drew closer to him. And after one quick glance up at his face she suddenly dove down and started licking his cock fervently, her tail still high up in the air behind her.

I smiled. Now that was more like it!

“Um... Cadance?”

Reluctantly tearing my gaze away from the spectacle of seeing two of my best friends going at it like that, I looked back to Half Step instead. “Uh-huh?”

“What was that about not being finished with me?” He held his cock with one hoof, flopping his withering length up and down a little. “Because I feel pretty finished...”

“You still need to return the favor. It's like a rule – if a mare sucks your cock, you have to lick her pussy.”

“Her ... what?”

“This!” Spinning around to face away from him, I popped my rear end up into the air, raising my tail high above. I gave him a few strong winks ... and I must have been getting more turned-on than I realized, because as my pussy winked, I felt a bit of warm wetness trailing down my thighs.

For a moment, Half Step was stunned speechless, which was very unusual for a colt who always seemed to have something to say. Eventually he mumbled, “And I'm ... I'm supposed to lick it? H-how?”

I watched Turner getting his cock licked very thoroughly and enthusiastically with a little bit of envy. If only Half Step would stop asking questions and instead give me a little taste of what Turner was getting! And how was I supposed to answer that, anyway? I hadn't yet been able to pick up very much about the subtle art of licking pussy. “Just come right in and give it a lick, then go from there. I'll let you know if you're doing it wrong.”

“Well, um... Okay. Here it goes...”

My eyes shot open wide as Half Step plunged his muzzle right up between my ass cheeks. He was not subtle about it at all! His tongue lapped greedily at my pussy lips, slathering all over them, inside and out.

Not that I was going to complain about it, though. A little teasing and slow buildup might have been nice, but I couldn't deny how amazing it felt to have Half Step's tongue sliding all over every bit of me, even as I winked right into his mouth. A girlish little moan escaped from me, and my eyes nearly lost focus.

Of course, I didn’t let myself lose focus enough to lose sight of what Lemony and Turner were doing right in front of me. Lemony had gone downward, and she was currently nuzzling her bright yellow face lovingly against Turner's nice little balls. He was looking down at her with a mix of abject lust and complete disbelief ... but he was also stroking his own shaft with his hoof above her head.

“Don't get so distracted by his balls that you forget the cock itself,” I reminded Lemony. She'd already spent quite a long time down there, it seemed like.

“But the smell... And...” She looked up at his cock above her head. “There's just so much of it.”

“Don't worry, it's easy!” I waved Turner closer to me, and Lemony followed until she was right beside me, still licking his balls the whole way.

And without any further ado – and with Half Step still licking me from behind – I took Turner's cock into my mouth and then into my throat. He was a little smaller than Half Step, and I was able to take him down pretty far before any discomfort started.

I wasn't trying to show off this time, though. As soon as I began to choke a little, I pulled back off of him. “Okay, now you try.”

Emboldened by my little demonstration, Lemony took his cock completely into her mouth for the first time, rather than just licking around on the outside. I smiled as she took him deeper into her throat ... partly because I was happy to see the two of them getting along so well, and partly just out of pride – she wasn't able to get quite as deep as I had. After only three colts, I was already starting to get pretty good at this!

As we happily shared Turner's cock between us, I suddenly felt Half Step pull away from my pussy. What was he doing? A moment later, a surprised little squeal from Lemony answered my question.

Lemony yanked her head up off of Turner's cock. “Cadance! What's— What's he doing? It feels— Mmmn!”

“Does it feel good?” I asked, gently sliding Turner's cock over my cheek in a way that just happened to bring his tip back up against Lemony's mouth.

“Uh-huh...”

“Well then just enjoy it for a little while.”

I was certainly enjoying it. Half Step switched between me and Lemony almost as often as the two of us traded Turner's cock back and forth, and I let myself just enjoy the erotic glow of it all for a little while. All of a sudden now, it seemed like the four of us had no boundaries with each other anymore, as if we could do anything together now. I knew it was bringing us all closer together, and more than ever I felt the powerful sense of being on the right path, doing just the thing my cutie mark told me was my destiny.

It turned out, though, that the four of us weren't the only ones drawn closer by it. When I happened to glance up at the playhouse's window, I spotted the light brown face of a colt from our class, mostly covered by his light blue mane. It was Hazel Haze ... and even though he definitely saw me looking at him, he stayed right where he was, watching in awe. At least he had the decency to blush a little bit.

I winked up at him secretly. He wasn't hurting anything, and if he wanted to watch, let him. It would be our little secret ... and maybe I'd go talk to him later and see if he wanted to join in...

For now, though, Half Step's licking was getting more and more fervent. Then he stopped, pulling back from both of us fillies for a moment. “Cadance!” he said. “I ... I feel like I want to stick it in!”

I took a break from licking Turner's cock to look back at Half Step with a sloppy smile. His cock had re-emerged, now harder than ever. “Which one of us do you want first?”

He glanced back and forth between the two of us, between my pink ass and Lemony's yellow, both of them upturned right in front of him ... and he bit his lip for a moment before blurting out, “Lemony!”

Was it just my imagination, or did Lemony gasp when he said that, plunging herself a little deeper on Turner's cock?

And as tempted as I was to take offense that he'd want Lemony more than me, I couldn't. Not really. Those two had been friends since before I ever came to Heart's Rest, and they shared a special kind of connection with each other that I still didn't fully understand. Of course he'd want her first.

“Are you ready for him, Lemony?”

Turner's cock still in her mouth, she mumbled out an “Mm-hm.”

So I just turned around where I was, giving Turner a wonderful view of my ass as I raised my tail for him and spread my legs open slightly. “Okay, Turner. Why don't you help me show them how it's done? Just lift your front legs up over my back and stick it in.”

“I ... I can do that? W-with you?”

“Uh-huh.” I glanced back over my haunches at him, a sly look in my eyes. “If you want to.”

He nodded almost frantically, and darted up onto my back the moment Lemony lifted her mouth off of his cock.

Meanwhile, Half Step hadn't really waited for my lesson to finish. He was already pulling himself up onto Lemony's back right next to me.

Whether by natural skill, dumb luck, or just the assistance of plenty of slippery saliva all over his cock, Turner found his mark on the very first try. He pushed his cock into me relentlessly, groaning as he felt my pussy stretch and slide over his shaft. For a moment, I regretted that I hadn't told him to go slow ... but actually, it didn't hurt this time. Instead, it slid in oh so nicely, filling me up and stretching me from the inside in a way that made me go dizzy with pleasure. Now that was more like it!

It did remind me to warn Half Step before he hurt Lemony, though. And thanks to him fumbling his tip in all the wrong places around her nicely curved yellow ass cheeks, I still had time.

“Here,” I said, stifling a moan as Turner pushed all the way into my little filly pussy again. “Let me help.” With my magic, I took hold of Half Step's tip and guided him up to Lemony's wildly winking entrance. I'd never really looked at Lemony like that before, but she had a really adorable little pussy tucked between her tight round ass cheeks. It made me wish I'd taken some time to lick her myself. Maybe there would still be a chance ... and for now, I could watch Half Step's cock sink into her. That would be fun. But first, I warned him: “Now take it really slow, Half Step. And stop if she cries out. It can be really difficult the first time.”

Lemony didn't help, though. Looking back at him over her shoulder, she pleaded, “Put it in!”

He did ... though thanks to my warning, he did it slowly. I moaned and winked my pussy lips around the base of Turner's cock as I watched Half Step's press between Lemony's pussy lips, spreading her open for the first time as it nudged its way inside.

I kind of wished that Turner would slow down instead of thrusting so quickly in and out of me. Then maybe I could pretend I was feeling the same thing Lemony was: that wonderful feeling of losing virginity without any pain.

Well, maybe still a little pain. As Half Step pushed in farther, Lemony gasped a little and cringed ... but thankfully, Half Step immediately stopped.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

Lemony was trembling and her sides were heaving, but she still managed to say “Please don't stop!” between labored breaths.

Obediently, Half Step began pushing into her again ... but more slowly this time. It drew a long, deep moan out of Lemony beneath him.

Meanwhile, Turner was really finding his rhythm. He held my hips tightly between his forelegs and fucked me fast enough to make my little thighs and ass jiggle constantly. This was a different kind of pleasure than I'd grown to expect. Instead of feeling the slow slide of his shaft over my inner walls, I mostly felt the pounding rhythm and pressure mounting inside me ... but I couldn't deny that it felt nice. Really nice, actually. He just had so much energy in him!

And before long, that got to me. By the time Half Step had managed to hilt himself all the way inside Lemony's warmth, I was barely able to stand, moaning Turner's name softly to myself. I couldn't stop thinking about what it would feel like when he reached his climax and creamed inside me, and the more I thought about it, the more I...

My insides clenched around Turner's cock, and I cried out, the orgasm catching me almost by surprise. Unable to stand any longer, I collapsed, my front half falling to the floor and my back half only staying up because Turner held me there. My pussy throbbed against his cock, milking him ... but apparently that wasn't quite enough for him. He didn't fill me like I wanted ... and as the hot flare of orgasm rippled through me, I lost track of everything.

The next thing I knew, I was lying on my back on the floor, Turner standing over me and asking me if I was okay.

Half Step and Lemony were still going at it. From this angle, I could watch nicely as his balls swung back and forth, bumping into the little winking bulge at the bottom of Lemony's pussy every time he pushed into her.

Oh how I wished I could feel a little bit of that! And why shouldn't I?

So instead of responding to Turner's increasingly worried-sounding pleas, I turned myself around on the smooth wood floor until my outspread hind legs pointed right at Half Step. “Hey Steppy,” I said, making sure to wink my pussy at him, “can I get a taste?”

He looked down at me and licked his lips, even as he kept thrusting inside Lemony. When he gave a little nod, I knew I had him. As much as he and Lemony shared together, how could he turn down the sight of my stretched out little belly, my tiny teats on full display, and my pussy winking at him below? In a matter of moments, he'd pulled out of Lemony – despite her cloying little whine – and knelt down in front of me instead, lining his glistening-wet cock up with my entrance.

When he pushed his cock into me, it was everything I could have asked for. I arched my back against the floor as I felt him gradually sliding in between my tight inner walls. I'd never done it in this position before, and I'd never imagined it would feel so different this way, but it did. My pussy stretched and opened around him in new ways, making room for a new cock coming in at a new angle ... and it felt wonderful.

As all that happened, Lemony looked around needfully, her hind legs trembling and her white tail still flipped all the way up over her back. It took her only a scant moment to spot what she wanted: an available cock. Turner was still standing there, now over my head ... and his cock was still bobbing in the air under his belly.

As Half Step hilted inside of me, I tapped Lemony's leg with my hoof, gesturing for her to come to me. I patted my belly, hoping she'd understand what I wanted.

Thankfully, she did. Well, at least partly. She did come over and lie on top of me, belly to belly. But I had intended for her to face the same way as me so we could share Half Step's cock in our pussies as we helped each other suck on Turner. Instead, she turned around when she got down on top of me, facing Half Step and straddling her legs right over my face.

I wasn't one to turn down such a gift, of course. The way she spread her legs apart above me caused her pussy lips to spread open slightly as well, and I didn't hesitate to crane my neck up and kiss her there ... the kiss quickly devolving into licking her entire slit up and down and even delving my tongue slightly inside. Past the tangy tartness of her pussy juices, I thought I could taste a bit of Half Step's musky cock in her, too.

But that left Turner standing there, obviously a little confused. “Um, should I...?” He bit his lip a little, obviously at a loss.

Even as Half Step's thrusts rocked me back and forth underneath Lemony, I used my magic to pull open her pussy lips a little, and I looked right into Turner's eyes from my vantage between her hind legs. “Put it right here,” I told him simply.

He was so eager to do so that his cock bounced down into my face as he tried to get into position ... but I wasn't about to waste an opportunity like that. I suckled his tip a little bit, then held his shaft between my lips, guiding him in with my mouth.

Lemony had just planted her lips against one of my teats when Turner started sliding his cock into her, and I felt the tingling moan she made more than I heard it. I watched in fascination, closer than ever, as his cock entered her. I could see every detail and contour of it as his medial ring and then his veins rippled past Lemony's pussy lips, and her juices dripped down onto me. I planted my tongue right against the bottom of her pussy, letting Turner's cock slide across it on the way in, and I caught every last drop of her tart juices.

Lemony, overcome with the feeling of Turner's cock hilting inside her, raised her head up, opening her mouth in a deep, rich moan ... and apparently, the sight of her open mouth gave Half Step some ideas. “You want some?” I heard him ask as he pulled all the way out of me.

I couldn't see what was going on back there. All I could see was Turner's cock thrusting in and out of Lemony's pussy, his balls swinging right in front of my face. But I could hear the sounds of her slurping Half Step's cock, and I could hear his appreciative moans.

That left me the odd one out ... but thankfully, that only lasted for a moment. “Oh wow,” Turner said. “I'll have what he's having!”

That was the only warning I got before he pulled completely out of Lemony's pussy, then dropped his cock slightly down to the level of my mouth. And I was happy to oblige. Opening my mouth wide and holding my tongue out, I let him thrust into my throat just as he'd been thrusting into Lemony's pussy. He went deep this time, but I did my best not to complain, gulping down his juicy cock as well as I possibly could. I was making my friends happy, and what more important thing could there possibly be?

That didn't last for long – thankfully for my continued ability to breathe. Soon, both colts were drawn back by the tight enticing warmth of filly pussies. Half Step was first. I had basically no warning before suddenly feeling his warm tip prod its way back into my entrance, and I moaned around Turner's shaft as Half Step's cock plunged back inside me, filling me completely.

Of course, that left Lemony all out in the cold, and her plaintive little whine soon drew Turner back to her. He slipped out of my throat and straight back into her pussy, turning her whine into a squeal of surprise and pleasure. He hadn't gone slow this time – this time, he pushed right in, taking her to the utmost on his very first thrust.

And when I might have expected that squeal to trail off, it instead grew and grew into a series of shrill moans ... was Lemony already getting close? Well, I knew what to do!

I lifted my head upward and planted my sloppy wet tongue against the bottom nub of Lemony's pussy, licking it fiercely as Turner thrusted in and out of it. I ignored his balls thumping into my face, instead focusing entirely on Lemony's pussy.

My efforts were soon rewarded. Lemony soon went quiet for a moment. And unlike all her theatric crying out as she'd been driven closer and closer, her actual climax came with a kind of satisfied grunt – very unlike her since she normally tried to be so girly and feminine. But there was no mistaking the way her body tensed up against mine or the sudden gush of sweeter, saltier juices that splashed over my outstretched tongue.

Turner held himself as deep as he could go inside Lemony's convulsing, squeezing pussy. From the way his legs trembled, I could tell he was close, too. “I'm—” he choked out, “I'm gonna...”

Quickly, I slid my tongue from Lemony's pussy, over a tiny bit of Turner's exposed shaft, down his sheath, and to his balls. I massaged them with my tongue even as I felt them clench, hoping to tease out an even better cream filling for Lemony to enjoy.

Did it help? Maybe. I didn't know as much about such things back then as I do now. What I did know – very intimately – was the way Turner's cock throbbed. I could see the heavy pulses running down his length one by one, quickly vanishing into the Lemony's still-pulsing, dripping pussy. And after half a dozen or so big throbs, a bit of sticky, creamy white began dripping out of her as well.

And as that happened, I felt Half Step's cock begin to flare inside of me, stretching me to my utmost. Yes! It was finally about to happen – I'd finally know what it felt like to be creamed inside!

But Lemony had just recovered from her orgasm, and she rose slightly, pressing her still-stuffed pussy against my face in order to lift her front half a bit higher. “Give it to me, Steppy,” she said, “I want to taste it!”

With difficulty, Half Step pulled his flared cock out of my tight filly pussy. “No!” I moaned as I felt his flare stretching out the entrance of my pussy on its way out. “I earned this!”

But Half Step didn't care ... or maybe he didn’t even hear me, muffled as I was beneath both Lemony and Turner's legs. He pulled all the way out, and the only hint of his orgasm that I was allowed to experience was the sound of Lemony struggling to gulp it all down. She couldn't get it all, of course, which left a little bit of his warm cream to spatter down against my teats and between my thighs. My pussy winked crazily, wishing to get that inside as much as I did ... but it just wasn't to be. Not this time.

I at least got a nice big taste of colt cream when Turner pulled his softening cock out of Lemony's pussy. A big dollop of it followed him out, splashing down into my open mouth. I gulped it down greedily, eager to feel the sense of fullness in my belly, but unable to get the deeper, more primal fullness I was sure would come from having a colt finish inside me.

As the four of us slowly separated from each other and caught our breath, I looked again to the window. Hazel Haze's watching face was nowhere to be seen. He'd left. Or maybe he was now watching through one of the many knotholes in the wood, where he'd be less likely to be seen.

I got up onto my four hooves, as unsteady and trembling as they were. And, being the little filly that I was at the time, I wasn't above a little whining when things didn't go my way. “Aww, I still haven't had a colt do it inside me yet – I want to know what it feels like!”

“It was amazing,” Lemony said with a dreamy smile. “His tip got really wide and it almost hurt how much it stretched me out inside. Maybe it would have if it didn't feel so good the whole time. And then I could feel it going bump-bump-bump inside me, like it was moving all on its own. And then there was this warm, squishy feeling really deep inside, even deeper than he was. I felt like it was pooling in me, filling me up.” She swayed side to side a little, her eyes drifting closed. “I think I can still feel it in there, sloshing around.”

Ugh! Hearing that only made me want it more! I had to feel that!

Thankfully, though... I bit my lip slightly as I thought of Hazel Haze watching through the window. Yes. Thankfully, I had another backup plan, another way I might be able to feel that.

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