An After School Romance

Cheerilee began by softly sniffing at her young lover’s most sensitive area. Her reasons for doing so were twofold: one, so that she might breathe in the intoxicating heat that Sweetie was involuntarily releasing, and two, so that her warm breath might excite the young pony. Sweetie’s moans were soft and gentle, and they came with every single exhale of her new lover’s nose. She was headed for some kind of sexual Valhalla, and Cheerilee wanted to push her ever so slightly towards the edge.

Her sniffs soon turned into gentle, teasing licks. She flashed her tongue around Sweetie’s vagina over and over again, turning it into her personal plaything. Her hooves came up and wrapped themselves over Sweetie’s lower chest, tenderly rubbing her fur. The filly’s moans became ginger, and she gave her teacher a very loving look. Every single time Cheerilee’s tongue swiped around her private area, she felt a new sensation. It wasn’t just the magnificent pleasure that flooded through her body, but also a wondrous feeling of love and devotion. This wasn’t simple sex, it was truly an affair of love, and Cheerilee was an absolute professional when it came to such things.

“Cheerilee…” Sweetie said softly as her teacher continued to tease her. She would run her tongue around the filly’s pussy lips for one lap, and then focus on her vulva and clitoris. Then, she would repeat the pattern. She knew that her young lover wanted more, but she also wanted to teach her that this kind of love was a slow, methodical process. She wanted Sweetie to experience every single aspect of what they had committed themselves to. She didn’t say anything, and she wasn’t stereotypical when it came to matters of bedtime manners. She didn’t scream or curse at the filly. She simply focused on what mattered most: her love for Sweetie Belle.

It drove her tongue through the aforementioned pattern over and over again. She loved hearing the gentle cries that came from the filly’s small mouth. Her wordless love was translating beautifully, and both mares were experiencing the height of passion. Fireworks exploded in Sweetie’s head with every swipe that Cheerilee made, and her moans gradually intensified. But even through their increase in volume, they still carried that element of love and gratitude befitting of such an experience. Frankly, Cheerilee’s smooth tongue was pouring gasoline onto Sweetie’s incredibly potent fire, and the filly was happy to let the proceedings burn as they would.

Soon, Cheerilee felt her lover’s climax begin to build and she stopped her oral maneuvers. She bent her head up and smiled at Sweetie, licking the last of her sweet juices off her face. She hummed in a suggestive manner, but remained purposely dumb. She wanted to create an atmosphere where Sweetie would be comfortable, before she began the traditional profanity filled squealing. She crept over the small body beneath her and took Sweetie’s mouth in her own. Their tongues danced a tango of beautiful similarity as their moans overtook them. Their eyes were completely shut, yet they felt wide open. They knew that they lay in the forelegs of somepony who understood everything about them. All their sorrow, love, happiness, anger, and pain were now shared.

When they broke, Sweetie looked up at somepony who, just twenty-four hours prior, had merely been her teacher. “Cheerilee,” she said, “I…can’t believe we’re doing this. But I don’t wanna stop. Please…make love to me.”

“I will, darling,” Cheerilee said.

She began by placing her pussy right above Sweetie’s. After an encouraging nod from the filly, she began gently rubbing their sensitive parts together. Sweetie’s cries of pleasure were absolutely magnificent to the ear, and Cheerilee found that her hips moved faster and faster every time her student squealed. Her voice was as sweet as honey, yet as sharp as the jagged cliffs that lined the Hoofalayan Mountains. It begged the dark pink mare for more, and she gladly gave. She considered herself a generous pony in bed, and she crouched down and began thrusting even faster.

“Oh! Oh! Cheerilee! Fuck me!” Sweetie cried, “I love you so much, baby! Oh, please! More! More! More!”

Pleasure beyond pleasure screamed its way through the filly’s veins as her beloved teacher continued her work. She was in a trance, completely intrigued by the mare above her. They alternated between kissing and screaming as Sweetie began instinctively bucking her lower half to match Cheerilee. Through all of this, her teacher remained purposely stricken with regards to words. Oh, she wanted to curse. She wanted to scream at the filly, and release all the amazing feelings that assaulted her mind. But she stuck to her modus operandi, and began pounding Sweetie’s small body with reckless, yet wordless, abandon.

“OH! OH!” Sweetie screamed as she finally reached the top of the sexual mountain, “OH, YES, CHEERILEE! THAT’S IT! RIGHT THERE! FUCK ME, YOU BITCH! OH! OH! YES! YES! OH! MORE! OH, CHEERILEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

With that squeal, a torrent of fluids rushed out of Sweetie’s tiny vagina, coating both of their lower halves. Exhausted from the relentless session, Cheerilee collapsed beside her young lover. Their pants were thick and filled with fatigue, yet it was a happy fatigue. It betrayed their love for each other and for the actions to which they had both committed so much. To be frank, it was the most amazing experience either mare had ever had. It was at this point that Cheerilee decided to break her dumb streak.

“I take it, you enjoyed that?” She asked between pants.

“Oh, Cheerilee, baby,” Sweetie said breathlessly, “it was so amazing! I just…had no idea that literal sex felt that good!”

“You seem to be well versed in the art,” Cheerilee said, “tell me, where did you learn all this?”

Sweetie blushed heavily, but decided to be open. “My sister has a secret collection of pony porn stashed away at our house. She doesn’t know it, but I know exactly where it is. One time, I peeked through the door and saw her masturbating to one of the films. She was crying out, and at first, I thought she was in trouble. But then I looked over and saw the two ponies having sex on TV. It was a mare and a stallion, and they both caused a reaction in me. I knew I wanted somepony to shove something inside me someday. I wanted to do something to a mare someday as well. I guess, that was when it started. Today was the ultimate fulfillment of a dream…and I have you to thank for it, my love.”

Cheerilee smiled, near tears at the compliment, and bent over to kiss her young lover on the cheek. “It was my pleasure, baby,” she said, “you know I want nothing more than to make you happy. But now, I need something…from you.”

“What’s that?”

Cheerilee suddenly reached a hoof under the bed and rolled out a toy. When she brought it up and laid it on the sheets between them, she swore that Sweetie began salivating. It was a medium size plastic penis, and it was one of the best sellers from the catalogue that Cheerilee discreetly subscribed to. She had played with it before, and it had brought her to one of the most glorious orgasms she had ever experienced. But now that she had a filly to love, she wanted nothing more than for Sweetie to ravage her vagina with it.

“I need you to shove one end of this into your pussy, and then mount me…”

To be continued…