Like Mare, Like Filly

Rose watched him intently. She swallowed heavily. “O-o-o-kay.”

“Do you want to practice with me?”

She nodded. “Okay.” She seemed inordinately keen to discover what it felt like to get eaten.

Spruce patted her flank. “Hop down on the floor and I’ll show you.”

Rose leaped down off the chair and stood on all-fours in the middle of the office, blinking up at Spruce with an expectant look.

Spruce laid his jacket over the back of the chair and kicked off his shoes. “What you just did for your mom,” he said, adopting an instructional tone he thought Rose might need now the stakes were rising, “you can do for a guy, too. Do you know what I’m talking about?”

Rose nodded. “I think so.”

“Ponies at school talk about it?”

She shrugged, which seemed to be Rose’s version of ‘Yes, but I’m too shy to talk about it.’

“What do they call it?”

Rose glanced at her mom and then back at Spruce, her brow creased with worry lines. “I think it’s a bad word.”

“We’re in a safe place here, Rose. I don’t think you’re going to get in trouble.” He really wanted to see her pretty pony mouth form the words.

“I think…I don’t ever say it, but I think they call it cock-sucking.”

She caught Spruce mid-swallow and he almost choked on his own spit. “Oh!” He coughed, clearing his throat. “Yeah, that one maybe is a swear word. Cock-thucking. Spruce’s dick heaved. The perky, vermillion-maned middle-schooler talking about sucking his dick was divine, but the lisp was the icing on the cake.

“I think we should call it a BJ,” Celeste said archly.

“What’s a bee-jay?”

“It’s short for blow-job,” Spruce said. He looked over at Celeste, who’d taken her feet out of the stirrups now and put her skirt back down. She still had her tits out, though, so that was nice. “What do we reckon, Mom, is that one a swear, too?”

Celeste waggled her hand. Maybe.

Rose frowned again. “I don’t think they’re the same thing.”

“I don’t get you, Rose.”

“Well, isn’t one, you know, sucking—and the other one blowing?”

Spruce laughed, and Celeste joined in. “You’re absolutely right,” he said, ruffling her mane. “Whoever called it a blow job really messed up.”

“So, you’re supposed to suck it, then?”

Spruce nodded. “You’re definitely supposed to suck it.”

“’Cause Fluttershy says you can just hold your mouth open and let him put it in.”

Spruce blinked. “Well, I mean, you can do that—”

“But it feels nicer when you suck,” Celeste finished.

Spruce smiled. She was doing half his job for him. “And if you really want him to lick yours—”

“Then you do what feels nicest,” Rose finished, nodding slowly and smiling. “Sneaky, huh?”

“Are you going to give it a try?” Spruce asked. “Do you want to try sucking mine?”

“You mean bee-jaying yours?” Rose said precociously, the delight at correcting a grown-up making her eyes sparkle.

“I think we can say ‘sucking’.” Spruce gave her a wink. “It’s the other word that’s the swear.”

Rose licked her lips, making them shine. She just knelt there, looking at Spruce’s trousers, then up at Spruce, then back down again.

“Do you want me to get it out? Because I don’t mind if you do.”

Her eyebrows knitted. For a moment she was paralyzed by indecision, but then she shuffled forward on nervous hooves, staring intently at his zipper. “I don’t think I can,” she said. “I don’t have fingers.”

“You can use your mouth,” Spruce said, conveniently holding out the tab of his zipper.

Rose took it between her teeth and struggled a moment with it, touching him half a dozen times though his trousers before she finally slid it down. Exploring gamely, she nuzzled inside and found his hard dick, now tucked safely back in his shorts. She probed around blindly, snuffling and licking his cock and balls a few times without gaining any purchase. “I can’t…seem to…”

“I’ll give you a hand,” Spruce said. He unbuckled and stepped out of his trousers off, draping them over the chair with his coat. And then, only because he was too hard to properly enjoy Rose’s fumbling, he pulled down his shorts and kicked them off. His dick swung free in front of her face—God, that was better. It was so hard, it gleamed.

Rose flicked her mane out of her eyes and peered anxiously back at Celeste.

Spruce stroked his fingers through her hair. “What’s the matter, Rose?”

“Mom, it’s too big. I don’t want to anymore.”

Oh, this was not good. Not good at all.

“Rose,” Spruce said, “it’s really not that scary. Why don’t you just hold it and—”

Celeste silenced him with a hand. “Rosebud, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” She kneeled down next to her daughter and hugged her to her chest. “It’s scary the first time, isn’t it?”

Rose nodded, her face buried between Celeste’s breasts.

“I was scared too. Did you know that?”

Rose shook her head.

“I really was. I was older than you, but I wasn’t with a nice man. He wasn’t very gentle.”

Rose spoke in a tiny voice. “What happened?”

“He tried to put it in too far.”

“Is that bad?”

“It is if you’re not ready. It made me feel like I was going to be sick.”

Rose shook her head again. “I don’t want to be sick.”

“You know what, Rosebud? I don’t think Mr. Spruce is like that man. I think he’ll be much gentler.”

Rose pulled her face from Celeste’s breasts and looked up at her beseechingly. “Can we go back to school, Mommy? Please? I don’t want to do it anymore.”

Celeste sighed. “Okay, but do you mind if I try? I like sucking cock.”

Spruce smiled. Things were looking up.

Rose’s eyes bulged.

Celeste gave her a look of mock indignation. “What? I’m a grown-up. I’m allowed to say it.”

“But you said it’s a bad—”

“If you can suck it, you can say it. That’s my new motto. Now move over—I want to suck Mr. Spruce’s cock.”

Spruce turned to Celeste so she wouldn’t have to make an ungainly shuffle on her knees, hovering his dick a few inches from her mouth.

She looked up at him hopefully. “Do you mind if I get something from my bag?”

A condom? Jesus, a blow job with a condom was as dull as a half-sucked popsicle. “Yeah, sure,” Spruce said, trying to keep the disappointment from his voice.

Celeste popped to her hooves, breasts jiggling again—God she was hot—and fussed about in her tote. “I used these all the time when I was working my way through college.”

Spruce sighed. The Viagra was starting to kick in and his dick throbbed like a motherfucker. He’d gone from almost bare-backing a twelve-year-old to a raincoat blow-job from her mom. He could look forward to an uncomfortable afternoon with an infinity-boner.

Celeste cast him a self-conscious backward glance. “It’s silly,” she said, “but they make me feel younger.” She pulled out a metallic silver bundle, which she separated into a flimsy nylon crop-top and cheerleader’s skirt.

Things just got better again.

She modelled the crop-top over her breasts. “Is that okay? It’s not weird or anything?”

“It’s perfect,” Spruce said. “You could totally make the squad back in college.”

“Oh, I never cheered.” Celeste waved off the idea, pulling the top over her head. “I was still a double-A cup when I graduated.” The filmy garment was far too small and had no elastic—it hugged her breasts but hung loose, just barely covering the nipples. “I just made spare cash taking clients behind the bleachers.” She shimmied her chest, offering Spruce tantalizing glimpses of her wobbling under-breast.

“Very enterprising.”

“Still,” she went on, dropping her skirt and stepping into the obscenely short, red and god uniform, “it’s not like in your world. Ponies can make crazy money after a game—especially if the team wins.”

“That so?”

The skirt was shorter than the crop top, and Celeste’s hips weren’t as narrow as they’d been when she was in college, so he could see the silky lobes of her pussy beneath the hem.

“Sorry, one more thing,” Celeste said, feeding her tail through the hole at the back. “Promise I’ll be quick.” She fished around again in her bag and found some hair ties and a comb, and with a speed borne of years’ practice, she tied her bouncing vermilion mane up into twin pony-tails, tying them off with silver ribbons that matched the uniform.

She presented herself front-on for Spruce, perky and smiling. “Worth the wait?”

“I wasn’t joking before,” Spruce said. “Walk around a college car park like that after the game and you’ll make enough for a beach holiday.”

Celeste shrugged, kneeling again in front of Spruce. “Not like Rose will. I dunno, maybe we’ll do some ménage stuff together if the price is right.”

“Mom, can I try out for cheerleading next year?”

“We’ll see, Rosebud,” Celeste replied. “See how you go today, though. Pony cheerleading is a lot different in the human world. Fillies need a whole extra skill set.”

“Like giving bee-jays? Don’t the boys all have to play football, though?”

“Not the players.” Celeste frowned. “Geez Rose, don’t go giving it away. Ponies aren’t put in the squad for the players, it’s for the men in the stands. Hell, they don’t come for the sport.”

Rose’s lips narrowed. “Mom, I thought you were going to suck Mr. Spruce’s cock.”

“I am.” Celeste folded Spruce into the crook of one fuzzy forehoof and flashed Rose a look. “And you watch your language, young lady.”

Spruce’s dick bucked. He couldn’t wait to see how this might progress.

“Once you’ve got a hold,” Celeste said, using this as a teachable moment, “you can just stroke it for a bit.” She jerked his cock slowly, using the full length and allowing the cock skin to float freely over the hardened shaft beneath.

Rose clopped closer. “I thought Mr. Spruce said it was better to use your mouth.”

“With men you need to build up slowly. They’re not like stallions.” She moved her grip closer to the end, making space down by the root. “Do you want to help me?”

Rose’s face took on a worried look, like maybe she was being tricked. She took a hold anyway, folding her small fetlock around the girth from the other side, and together they worked his long cock as if they were one.

“Do you want to try on your own, Rosebud?”

Rose didn’t take her eyes off it. She just nodded. “Horseapples,” she gasped when Celeste let go. She shot a look at her mom. “It’s heavy.”

“Why don’t you get closer? Take a better look.”

Rose reared up on her hind legs, bracing one hoof on Spruce’s hip and bringing her face very close to his cock. She raised him straight up, and balancing on her hind legs, she cupped his balls with her other fetlock.

“Do you know what those are?” Celeste asked.

Rose nodded. “It’s where the stuff comes from.” She shifted her attention to the other end, watching Spruce’s cockhead magically fold away and reappear, over and over.

Celeste leaned forward and kissed the tip, then sat back on her heels.

Rose kept pumping, but she watched her mom cautiously for a few moments, perhaps waiting to see what would happen next.

Celeste just looked back at her filly, her face unreadable.

Rose brought Spruce’s cockhead to her lips and kissed it too. She glared back at her mother. You didn’t need to speak twelve-year-old to read her expression. You happy now?

Celeste placed her hoof over Rose’s to hold Spruce’s cock still, and she treated the top few inches to half a dozen slow, wet kisses, finishing with her lips over the tip. Spruce watched rapt as her tongue snaked out and licked three or four slick circles around his knob.

Again, she sat back and looked at Rose.

“I know what you’re doing, Mom,” she said, letting go and dropping back to all-fours. “I’m not stupid.”

“I never said you were, Rosebud.” She nodded at Spruce’s erection. “That cock tastes nice. You should try some.”

Rose gave her a withering look. She turned her attention back to Spruce’s dick, wrinkling her nose. “I’m doing this because I’m curious,” she said flatly. “Not because you tricked me.”

Frankly my dear, thought Spruce. I don’t give a damn. You can blow me. Har har. Get it? Blow m— JESUS CHRIST!

Rose had craned her neck up, wrapped her long pony tongue around Spruce’s shaft, and gobbled it into her mouth like a tasty carrot. With long, deep slurps, she drew his tender knob-flesh down the channel of her tongue. Tail swishing, head bobbing, she pumped and worked the shaft with her lips, getting it wet all over.

God, he’d never been sucked so furiously. His balls boiled. He was going to come if he wasn’t careful.

She batted those enormous long lashes at him.

Jesus! Stop looking. The sight of the gorgeous middle-schooler eating his cock was pre-ejaculatory kryptonite. Her little pony mouth around his too-big cock, her pretty lips stretched tight, working like mad—it was too much. Spruce groaned, utterly conflicted between the need to hose Rose down with a hot load of cum and the overwhelming desire to keep ravaging her tiny, willing body.

She kept at it for how long—ten seconds? Twenty? It couldn’t have been much longer because Spruce had stopped breathing and he would’ve passed out. At the critical moment, right when he felt that first warning contraction in his balls, Celeste moved in and folded her hoof around the base.

“Slow down a little, Rosebud. It’s not a race.”

Rose took her mouth away and the volcano in Spruce’s ball-sack bubbled back down to a simmer. He took a shaky breath. Shit, that was close.

Celeste let watch while she gave Spruce a long lick up the underside. “Pretend it’s an ice-cream cone,” she said. “Go too fast and you’ll get brain-freeze.”

Rose giggled. “And if I go too slow will it dribble down my chin?”

“You don’t know how true that is. Watch Mommy, Rosebud.” Celeste closed her mouth over Spruce’s dick and set to work with a slow, wet blow job. Using her fetlock and mouth in a hypnotic rhythm, she bobbed her head and slithered her tongue around his knob, the whole time maintaining a sweet suction that enveloped his cock in wet, tropical heat.

Rose watched on closely, shuffling her hooves and occasionally licking her lips as she waited her turn.

Spruce caught her eye and winked. “Your mom’s very good at this, Rose.” He felt Celeste’s soft mouth harden in to a smile. He got Rose to stand up against his hip again and reached down to fondle her breasts, and in return, she ran a fuzzy fetlock over his balls, stroking and juggling them as Celeste sucked him off. Celeste gave a jealous moan and looked up from her mouthful of cock, so Spruce caressed her tits as well, gaining the easiest of access beneath the dangling hem of her cheerleader’s crop-top. The comparison from mother to daughter was exquisite. Celeste was firmer, fuller—the curve underneath each one describing shallow arcs that met in the middle. Rose’s were tiny and soft, covered in the fur of her silky, cream-colored coat—little islands of desire set far apart in the flat sea of her skinny pony chest.

Celeste came up for air, drawing Spruce’s dick from its wet heaven with a loud plop. “Mmm, Mr. Spruce has clever fingers, hasn’t he Rose?”

“Uh-huh.” Rose’s body swayed like a reed, teased into motion by the breeze that was Spruce’s clever fingers.

Celeste drew her closer with a touch beneath her chin, and together they shared Spruce’s cock, kissing and licking it all over. “Do you think he has a clever tongue, too?”

“Mie-mummo.” I dunno, Rose said through a face-full of dick.

“If you’re nice to him then he might use his clever tongue on you.” Celeste’s hand disappeared between between Rose’s legs, forcing a hot gasp from the girl’s nostrils and bathing Spruce’s wet shaft in the blast. Celeste’s voice took on a teasing, sexy tone. “Do you think you’d like that?”

“Mm-hmm.” Rose didn’t break contact with her kissing and licking.

“Do you want him to lick it all over? Do you want him to suck you…here?”

Rose flinched and let out an excited whinny. She broke contact for a second, just long enough to breathe the one word. “Yes.”

Celeste kept going, whispering in Rose’s ear and stroking her cunt. “He knows just how nervous fillies like it, long slow licks all over…here…and here…”

Rose blew and snorted with rising pony pleasure. She slid Spruce’s cock in her mouth, socked into her cheek, licking and slurping on it like a big fat carrot.

“Do you feel a tingle inside?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“That tingle is like paddling at the beach—it’s just getting your hooves wet. When he sticks his tongue inside you…here…”

Rose whimpered. Her jaw quivered, and Spruce slipped deeper into her mouth.

“…a big wave is going to pick you up and carry you away, and it’ll feel like a million tongues and a million pairs of lips are kissing you all over. Does that sound nice?”

“Mmmm.” A note of urgency turned her moan into an erotic plea for release.

“Boys love when you suck their cock. You know that? They’ll do anything for a filly who sucks them off. If you do that for Mr. Spruce, he’ll do all of those things for you—he’ll eat your pussy till you come like Mommy did.” Celeste got out of her way and handed over control of Spruce’s cock.

Rose dropped back down to all-fours and with hooves planted wide and tail swishing excitedly, she set about copying her mom’s example, gliding a couple of inches of thick meat through the slick cavern of her virgin mouth.

Celeste knelt behind her, fondling her cunt, her breasts, and whispering words of encouragement in her ear. “Rose, you’re such a good cocksucker. Are you sure you haven’t been practicing on the boys at school?”

“Nn-nnn.”

“Isn’t she good, Mr. Spruce? Have you ever had a BJ this good?”

Spruce gulped. “I don’t think I have.” Spruce had had his dick in a lot of inexperienced mouths, but never like this. He quite literally had his own gorgeous cheerleader, a teen look-alike, rooting for him to fuck her daughter’s face.

“What do you like the most, Mr. Spruce? Is she using her tongue?”

Spruce felt Rose’s tongue go to work, snaking down his dick, darting past her lips to follow a rigid vein along the underside. “Uh-huh. She’s really good with that.” He felt Rose smile around his cock.

“Is she sucking hard enough?”

The pressure tightened around his shaft and Rose’s cheeks sucked in.

“It’s just right. Exactly how I like it.”

“You’re doing great, Rosebud,” Celeste whispered. “I think Mr. Spruce really likes it. See if you can suck him deeper. Boys like it when you suck it down.”

Rose neighed and gobbled a little more, her tiny mouth stretched wide around the thickest part of his cock. Spruce’s knob sank into the silky heaven of her soft palate. He flexed his dick, making it swell in her straining jaws.

“Guk!”

“Careful Rosebud.” Celeste put a warning hoof on Spruce’s hip and pushed him back to a safer depth. “Did you almost sick up?”

“Mmm.”

“There’s a trick to not sicking up. You want me to show you?”

Rose nodded and pulled Spruce’s cock out of her mouth.

“Put the back of your hoof here,” Celeste said, “on my throat.” She held her hoof over Rose’s and leaned over to take Spruce back in her mouth, quickly sliding him in and out and wetting his cock down in her own saliva. Bringing him to the back of her mouth, she held him there and swallowed down on his cock—twice, three times—before drawing him back out.

Spruce’s balls lurched. Celeste’s action was hot and tight, and she’d taken him at least an inch deeper than Rose had.

She slid him in again—swallow, withdraw, swallow, withdraw—each time a little deeper, drawing him out at last with long wet slurp. “Watch this, Rosebud.” With a lick around his cockhead, Celeste went down again, swallowing and withdrawing one more time before she tipped her head back and slid his long dick straight down her throat.

“Oh, horseapples,” Rose breathed. “Where’d it all go?”

Spruce’s dick was in heaven. Celeste wasn’t just mouthing it, she was sucking and swallowing, working the thick root with her lips, sliding out her tongue to lick his balls. He strained against the insta-gasm, pulling his cock back through unbearable suction, but Celeste gobbled him back down, cramming his thick tool down her throat and pressing her face into his groin.

“Oh God,” Spruce groaned. He put his hand on the back of her head, cupping the nape, pressing his dick deeper and preparing to unload a steaming wad down her throat.

“Mommy, no fair. It’s my turn.”

For the second time, just before Spruce reached critical mass, the bliss ended, and Celeste drew him out, disgorging long, glistening inches of cockmeat as if from nowhere. “I’m sorry, Rose,” she said, sitting back and returning Spruce’s dick. “I got a bit excited.”

“You and me both,” Spruce muttered.

Rose took him back in her inexperienced mouth and stood there sucking contentedly on the first couple of inches until she had a tight fit.

Spruce was at the edge now, and more than ready to give Rose her first dose of tonsil cream. He couldn’t wait to see the look in her eyes when the first shot went off in her mouth.

He put his hand on the back of her head, as he’d done with Celeste. As if on cue, Rose looked nervously upward through batting long eyelashes.

“Don’t you hurt my baby,” came the low warning from below.

Spruce held Rose’s face still and fucked her slowly in the mouth, just the first couple of inches.

Rose watched on, her huge green eyes never leaving Spruce’s.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered.

Rose smiled and blushed.

Spruce pressed a little deeper, slowly feeling his way into the back of her mouth. The moment he sank into her soft palate, Rose swallowed over the top of his knob—good girl—caressing it with her silken muscles and furiously working her tongue from beneath.

Spruce withdrew, slowly, no fuss, just like he had when it was only the first couple of inches. Trust me, Rose, he told her with his eyes. Trust me with your pretty little mouth. He slid back in, swallow and squeeze, then pulled out again.

Celeste stroked her hair. “Now you’ve got it.” She cuddled back into Rose, one hoof caressing her breasts, the other between her legs, teasing her cunt in ways Spruce could only imagine with burning envy.

“Mmmm.” Rose responded to the sweet attention on her pussy, moaning around her mouthful of dick and sending rich vibrations through Spruce’s shaft. Her action was tight and wet—almost perfect. The boiling pressure in his balls told him he wouldn’t last much longer, although he wasn’t finished yet defiling Rose’s lovely mouth.

“Keep swallowing, gorgeous. You’re doing great.” Spruce took her head in both hands, signaling a change, and the next time she swallowed his knob he left it in, making her do it a second time before he withdrew.

Her eyes bulged and her nostrils flared, but she didn’t panic. A little drool dripped from her bottom lip.

Spruce stroked her pretty mane. “You’re such a good cock sucker, Rose.”

She smiled happily, sucking him harder, swallowing down the cocktail of saliva and pre-cum.

He slid in deep again—swallow one, swallow two—and on the second one he allowed his dick to get dragged in by pressure and channeled into the back of Rose’s throat. Reflexively, she swallowed a third time, and when the hard muscles of her trachea closed over his knob and squeezed him tight, Spruce gently withdrew, letting her finish the action without his dick blocking the way.

“Careful,” Celeste warned.

“That was incredible,” Spruce said, smiling down at Rose. “Most fillies don’t learn that till they’re mares.” He kept fucking her mouth slowly while she got her breath back and the worry lines on her brow softened. “I’m nearly finished, honey. Just a few more big swallows.”

Celeste put her lips close to Rose’s ear. “Get ready Rosebud—it’s gonna squirt in your mouth.”

“Mmm!” Rose’s urgent cry might have passion or panic, it was impossible to tell.

“Get ready to swallow, sweetheart.”

Spruce went deep again, squeezing his soft cockhead past her tongue and down into her throat. Rose swallowed like a super-pony and he rewarded her by taking it out and doing it again. Over and over, he pushed his throbbing meat into her mouth and Rose gobbled it all down.

He held her head still, but the rest of her writhed erotically, and when she wasn’t swallowing cock she moaned in an increasingly frantic tempo to the ministrations between her legs.

Jesus Christ. She’s about to come! The realization was an instant aphrodisiac—or maybe it was the Viagra talking. Spruce’s balls boiled, lifting in readiness. Not yet! Not yet! He held his dick at three-quarters, resting on the back of Rose’s tongue and straining to hold back the tide.

“You’re almost there, Rosebud,” Celeste urged. “Let it go.”

Rose closed her eyes. Her breath came in shudders, then whimpers. She stiffened and arched, her tiny body trembling as she silently screamed into the skin-flute lodged between her yawning jaws.

Even if Spruce hadn’t been on the edge, the stunning sight of Roseluck’s first orgasm would have been too much. No sooner had he relaxed his balls than they were seized by a powerful, heaving contraction. The rush was exquisite. Hot cum flooded his cock, searing his vas—he gave an almighty pump and hosed it into Rose’s waiting mouth.

Still coming, Rose jerked back, squealing and bubbling cum out her mouth while Spruce pumped helplessly, laying four more juicy ropes across her face.

“Oh, Rosebud,” Celeste said, folding her into loving hug. “Your first facial. You’ve done it, baby, haven’t you?”

“Mm-hmm.” Rose laid her head back on her mother’s shoulder, her face loaded with cum like an artist’s palette.

“You’re almost done. Just suck him dry and you’re finished.”

Following Celeste’s lead, Spruce put his softening cock back between Rose’s lips.

“That’s it, my baby,” Celeste whispered. “Swallow it all down.”

One eye gummed up with cum, Rose obediently sucked him back in and laid his cock down the length of her tongue, milking the last weak spurts of jizz from his balls with long, powerful sucks.

“All done, baby,” Celeste said softly. “Let go now and Mommy’ll clean you up.”

Spruce slid his dick free and passed the Kleenex from his desk down to Celeste. He still had an impressive semi from the Viagra, but he’d need a few minutes to get back to peak. He flopped back in his chair and held the wastebasket for Celeste while she wiped cum from her filly’s face.

He bent down to catch Rose’s eye. “You were fantastic, Rose. Congratulations.”

Rose mumbled something that might have been thank you.

“And you had an orgasm. Did you know that was going to happen?”

Rose shook her head. She blinked her, mostly cum-free, and grinned.

“It felt good, huh?”

She nodded.

“Did you get a surprise when I came in your mouth?”

Nod.

“How did it taste?”

Rose shrugged. “I dunno. Okay, I guess.”

Spruce had a little pony suck his dick most days, and for the fifty percent or so who were good enough to make him finish, he usually came in their mouth. Some took it better than others. In terms of reactions, Rose was somewhere in the middle. In terms of technique though, she’d just raced right into his top ten along with her Mom.

Like mare, like filly. Most don’t show so much talent at her age, but Rose was a natural born ponyslut. She was going to swallow a lot of cum in the next twelve or eighteen months.

“I know it probably doesn’t seem worth it now,” he told her, “but when you suck a boy off like that, you’re putting money in the bank.”

“You mean, like getting paid for it?”

More than you can imagine. “I meant it figuratively, but yes, boys will pay a lot for a filly who’ll swallow. What I meant was that after a blow job like that, a fella feels grateful—like he might want to return the favor.”

Rose nodded uncertainly.

“Do you want another orgasm?”

“Um…”

“Rosebud?” Celeste leaned around to see Rose’s eyes. “Mr. Spruce is asking if you want him to lick your hoo-ha?”

A smile stole slowly across her face, and once Rose had succumbed to it, she nodded eagerly.

Foals. Spruce smiled back and shook his head ironically. They bounce back so quickly.