The click-clack of your wing-tips echo throughout the large school room. The teacher, the woman with the pretty pink curls, is laboring through the chicken scratch that is kindergarteners’ homework. Your daughter and a boy fifty pounds and two grades older make silent, hateful faces, stopping a moment after you come in. You can almost see the halo over her beautiful little head.

“Sarah,” you say only a little sternly. “If you keep making faces, yours will get stuck.”

The teacher’s name you should know perks up, her young face stressed beyond her time. Her tired gaze perks up a bit when your eyes meet. She turns her head, but holds your gaze, and smiles softly, genuinely.

The little shit next to her, who’s undeniably a shit raised on shit, likely by some shit parents, or parent, picks his nose and pouts in a different direction. “Good,” Sarah sulks, her long brown hair dirty and messy. Her shirt is spattered with mud, but not torn up or anything.

“Have you been scrapping again, Sarah?” You move next to her and kneel down, the teacher is moving out to the front of her desk. “What did I tell you? Violence begets violence!”

“I know, dad,” she says softly. “I’m sorry.”

“I know you are, Sarah.” You stand up fully, and take another look at shit-stain junior. He’s got a salty snack, fresh from the snot factory, and is chomping away. You can’t help but groan a bit in disgust.

“Jeremy,” the teacher says in her cute little teacher voice. “That’s a dirty habit. Blow your nose and sit back down.” She at least knows Jeremy Shitmeister is a shitmeister, too. Probably all too well. “Now, I’d say it’s good to see a familiar face, but I’d be lying. Unless the circumstances were different, I should say.”

The teacher, whatever her name is, walks over to you and leans her butt on a desk. You can’t help but take note of her respectable skirt, sexy as it is. Her entire self is very attractive. “Sarah, I’m sorry to say, socked little Jeremy right on the nose.” Cheerilee smirked, nearly tripping as she says “little”. “Thankfully, she’s only seven and can’t do too much damage. Jeremy said he wasn’t doing anything to bring about a violent reaction, but Sarah said, I quote... ‘He was being a total queef.’”

You blink, digesting. You look at Sarah, red-faced, hiding under her hair.. Jeremy is smiling, snickering, licking mucus off his cavity-riddled molars. “You, you said, that?” you ask, barely hanging on. Rage, embarrassment and sophomoric amusement blend together, making a physical reaction like trying to jam a trout, a bass, and a tuna through a keyhole.

Little Sarah just nods. “I said that to miss Cheerilee when I was trying to explain why I did it.”

“Did what?” you ask, happy to know the teacher’s name for now. She’s not wearing a ring, if that matters.

“Called Jeremy a queef.” Sarah hides her face as Shithead giggles. The fine miss Cheerilee squeezes the bridge of her nose and stands up.

“Sarah, that’s not appropriate langu-”

“I know, Miss Cheerilee, I’m sorry. I was just repeating what I said.” You kneel down and touch her far shoulder. She sniffs, but doesn’t cry.

“Sarah,” you say quietly, your slightly gruff voice sounding right. “I’m sure not-so-little Jeremy here did his part to deserve what he got. Just know this: he’s bigger, he’s meaner, and some day, he’s going to hate his life. You might too, if you keep going around punching qu-people like him. People like him have a lot of power in this world. But, if you try hard and you work at what you love, you’ll make a living doing it some day. Take a look at your dad. I’m running the hydroelectric plant up the river, and you’ve got a warm bed and hot meals. I work hard for you, and I hope that one day, when I’m old and grey, you’ll be doing something just as amazing, or even more spectacular than your old pop.” You stand up and move in front of her, squeezing by the fine Miss Cheerilee. “I got in a few scraps in my time. I even punched a few qu-er, well, you-know-who’s while I was in college, working a cruddy job and juggling my courses. But, they came back, with friends, and made me hurt. I don’t want Jeremy’s friends ganging up on you, not tomorrow at recess, not twenty years from now when you’re on your way home from a study session. Now, what do you have to say for yourself?

Little Sarah looks up at you, pulling her bangs out of the way. Her angelic, long, brown curtains move to reveal her adorable blue globes, watery oceans nearly ready to spill down her cheeks. “I-I’m sorry, daddy.”

No tears trickle down. “Now, Sarah,” Cheerilee says quietly, her motherly voice understanding and authoritative. “Who do you think really wants an apology?”

Shitstain is wiping his after school snack on his shirt. “Yeah? You hiiiit me-”

“Attitude, boy,” you bark softly. “Have some respect, she’ll be writing your checks before you know it.”

Cheerilee shoots you a worried, maybe agreeing look. “N-now, Jeremy, I think Sarah’s really sorry for hitting you and calling you a na-”

“What’s a queef?” Shitstain asks.

You and Cheerilee express disgusted disappointment. “Jeremy,” she says, fingers covering her eyes. “That is a swear word, and you do not use them in scho-”

“It’s after school! An-and Sarah called me a queef! Whatsaqueef whatsaqueef whatisit?!

“Ask your mom! And you’re getting three detentions for cursing in front of me, young man. Now, sit still, stop digging for gold and be QUIET!”

Jeremy Shitmeister the fourth sucks on his first digit and dries off on his crusty sleeve. If Celestia feels like banishing another person to the moon, let it be this pock-mark in the Equestrian gene pool.

“Now, Sarah,” Cheerilee addresses your daughter, her patience applaudable. “Do you have something to say to Jeremy?”

She nods, her eyes watery no longer, and a mild grin on her face. “I do, miss Cheerilee. Jeremy,” she says, turning in her chair and addressing Herr Shitmeister. “I think you’re gross, I think you’re really gross. But, I’m sorry for hitting you and calling you a bad name, even if you’re not very nice and really gross.”

Jeremy blinks, spittle drying into a filthy white crust on his bottom lip.

“S-Sarah,” Cheerilee manages to say, not as awestruck as you. “You and your father should stick around for a little. Jeremy, are your parents on their way?”

He scratches his fatty breast and knots his pudgy fingers in his curly hair. He shakes his head dumbly. “I walk home.”

“Then you’re free to leave. Be safe, I’ll see you after school tomorrow, and three days next week.”

Jeremy twiddles his sausages a bit more, then slinks out of his chair. He half-stomps out the door, likely just walking heavy and not throwing a tantrum. He flashes an inarticulate bird as he plops out the door.

Cheerilee shakes her head with her palm. “That kid,” she mutters to herself.

“Not in your class, I can only hope.” You take an undersized seat next to Sarah and touch her shoulder, but adress her teacher.

“No,” she says with an uplifting tone. “He’s not. Jeremy’s a sixth grader in body, a first grader in mind and spirit. Sarah’s in my class, the second graders. Now Sarah,” Cheerilee sits sideways in a tiny chair close to her. “I understand why you called him that name and I also understand why you hit him. But know that hitting someone will never solve anything, alright?”

Sarah nods, looking less remorseful than simply understanding, frustrated, bored. “Yes, miss Cheerilee.”

“Okay, then. What did you learn today?”

Sarah looks to you, but you simply cross your arms. She looks to her shoes, touches her chin. “Uh, that big, dumb boys aren’t worth getting mad?”

Cheerilee smirks, shooting you a quick glance. “I think that’s a great lesson Don’t you, Liam?”

“A life lesson if I’ve ever heard one.” You stand up and move to Sarah’s side. “So, Sarah, how are you doing in miss Cheerilee’s class? I know your homework can’t be easy.”

Cheerilee laughs softly and kneels down next to your little Sarah. “Sarah’s one of my brightest pupils, and one of the hardest workers! Just today, I gave the class twenty minutes to draw a picture of their houses. Most were okay, but Sarah was the only one to use a ruler and make all her corners at right angles. I think she’s going to be an architect when she grows up.”

“No, I wanna be an engineer, like daddy!” Sarah kicks her legs in her chair, smiling wide at you.

“Sarah,” you say, smiling wide. “Really? An engineer? Well, a father can only hope.” You kneel down and touch her soft, long hair. “You’d make your father proud, no matter what you do. You’re bright, you know. But being smart doesn’t amount to much if you don’t work hard, stay to your goals. I think engineering could be right up your alley.”

“You know, Liam?” Cheerilee asks like you’re old friends. “That’s awfully grown-up talk around a seven-year-old.”

You stand with Cheerilee and look her dead in the eyes. “Cheerilee. You’re her teacher. You should know that she’s a second grader in body, but a seventh grader in mind and spirit.”

Cheerilee chuckles and smiles, holding a hand to her modest cleavage as she sighs, her hand rising and falling with her gifted chest. “Oh, I think you’re right, Mister Gottshall.”

“Any questions?” Cheerilee asks the parents, including you.

Some balding guy steps forward. “But what about the kids? Why aren’t they excited to learn? I mean, my little Twisty just loves to memorize her multiplication tables, but she doesn’t care so much for the history.”

“Yeah,” some beak-nosed mom asks. “They just don’t care anymore!”

“Now now,” Cheerilee says. “While most students are plenty motivated, the problem is just the glazed eyes. The students seem uninterested, that’s all. Maybe if we could find some way to pep their step in the morning, like, maybe a better breakfast, walking to school instead of sitting in a minivan, uh, things like that.”

“What if school just, sucks?” you ask, your baritone carrying through naturally. The entire Parent-Teacher Alliance meeting goes silent, two dozen pairs of eyes on you.

“What I mean is, three o’clock is a sacred time of day, from kindergarten through grade twelve. After that, it’s five o’clock, or whenever you get off work. Now, I can’t offer a cure-all remedy to drowsiness and lack of motivation. To be honest, I don’t think that we need one. A warm breakfast and a walk to school isn’t a bad idea. I know that a mug of oatmeal would be a step better than some cornflakes, to me. But, school’s almost out for the summer, and the best we can hope for is that our kids try their best as summer vacation rolls in.”

Someone coughs, but silence rings through the room. A balding bespectacled male whispers something to Cheerilee, making her giggle. She’s damn adorable, even if she looks stressed. Maybe because of it.

Her cute green eyes catch yours staring, but she’s not upset. You look away anyway. “Well, Mister Gottshall sure raises an interesting point, or should I say point of view. Perhaps we should all take a second look at this issue through our children’s eyes. That’s all the time we have for tonight, folks, thank you so much for showing up, and a big thank you to the Apples for bringing tasty treats!”

A burly dude and his granny receive a modest applause and a few “thank you’s”. The apple fritter you had was pretty good, especially since it was homemade. You stand up and make for the door, eager to get some sleep and enjoy a day off tomorrow. You find yourself the last to leave, however, thanks to some shoulder jostling and short insulting quips and distractions. The barrel-chested redhead man gives you a solemnly hard pat on the shoulder, a knowing look on his face. He seems to agree with you, maybe.

You rub your newly sore shoulder and make your way around the childishly-hostile crowd and make for home. Shawn, your nephew, is babysitting, but he hardly needs to. You navigate around an aged bench The sun blinds you just before dusk and runs into a woman, sending her stumbling two steps forward.

“I’m so sorry, miss,” you genuinely say to her, blinking out the photons. “I didn’t see you there.”

The woman turns around and instantly beams at you. “Oh, oh no no no, you’re quite alright! I’m sorry, I was kinda blocking the way, huh, Liam?”

“Oh, uh, it’s all okay, just didn’t mean to bump into you. I’ll be on my way, Missus. Cheerilee.”

“It’s miss,” she corrects, stopping you in your tracks. “And, uh, how’s Sarah?”

You turn and stand still, analysing the dirt in the twilight sun. “Sarah’s, um, good. She’s at home with my nephew, she’s got her favorite cartoon on DVD and some coloring books, a few books for reading, too.”

Cheerilee takes a step towards you, her pink hair colored peach in the sunset. It’s nearly eight, the nights are coming later and later this season. “Oh, and your nephew is how old?”

You pause and say “Nineteen. No, eighteen. He’ll be nineteen a week before he graduates from basic training.”

Cheerilee is within arm’s reach, now. “So, he’s going into the military. Which branch? You and his parents must be proud.”

“Oh, we are. He plans to be a rescue swimmer in the Navy. Yeah, he goes camping out west of the Everfree forest three times a month to swim in the lake. Heh, brings his girlfriend, too. Sometimes I wish I could be eighteen again. Be young, full of all that energy, limber. Have to shave only three times a week.”

“And summer nights, warm, stars to watch, hands to hold.” Cheerilee sinks down into the bench, lost in memories. The Apples, the red-haired gent and his granny are slowly making their way to the road. “I remember my eighteenth. I went up to Sweet Apple Acres, there’s plenty of groves to just lay down and relax in, and my buddy worked there in the harvest season. Hard work, he’d always tell me. I brought out some moonshine, apple moonshine, and some friends. My childhood friend, Erik. He was with me, our designated driver. We camped out that night, so he drank too. Anyway,” Cheerilee sits up, making room for you. She smells, nice, and her appearance is very pleasing, too. “We, the, uh, six, no, five of us sat around the fire, drank some, I forget. The moonshine and some beer, it was, well, it was what it was.”

You shift your body and move closer one inch. “My daughter’s teacher was a deviant when she was younger? Well, I never!” You chuckle with Cheerilee at the quip.

She brushes her pretty hair behind her ear, her face illuminated beautifully with an orange glow. “Well, I wasn’t boring, for crying out loud. Besides, I had earned it! I was working forty hours and keeping up on my school work.”

“Well,” you butt in. “Maybe you did earn a drink on your birthday. Go on, I’m dying from suspense.”

“Alright, alright,” she continues, smiling, her memories bringing a slice of her youth back to the future. She’s not old, not even to a real slowing point in her life. Even now, late in the day, she seems ready to dance the night away.

You can almost see her, minus ten, fifteen years at the max, sipping liquor by a campfire. A scene of her dancing in a sundress, maybe even just a side-tie skirt, the blaze casting warm light all over her womanly figure. The sun’s orange-red glow is almost like the flickering light from a small campfire. The dark circles under her eyes are playful shadows cast by her rosy cheeks.

“I had had a few, and so had everyone. We were all having some sort of trouble standing, or in Chevron’s and Livewire’s case, sitting upright. Or, were they making out? Eh, doesn’t matter so much. I popped a squat on a log next to Erik, my best friend in the whole world. When we were younger, the two of us played soldier and caught fireflies together.We told each other our darkest secrets, our deepest hopes, our random thoughts. There were no secrets between us, none. I learned his last one that night. Little did I know, well,” Cheerilee trails off, smiling, saddened, picking up the years.

“What?” you ask her. “What was it he knew that you didn’t?”

Cheerilee turns in her seat, her beautiful green eyes bathed in warm sunset. “He turned to me, put his hand on mine, and said, ‘Cheerilee, ever since I got hard in the middle of the night, I’ve thought of you as more than a best friend.’ And, then he told me that he always thought I was the prettiest girl in the world. Like he even saw every girl in the world.” Cheerilee looks at her knees, rippling her skirt. “Then, I told him I’ve never thought of him like that, because I never did. But, he was always kinda lanky, he didn’t have the best skin, but, he was Erik, my best friend.”

Cheerilee touches her second knuckle to her eye, sniffs once, twice, then regains her composure. “Then, with his hand on mine, I scooted closer. He was devastated, I could tell. But,” she says though somber tears. “I didn’t let him go. I told him, I told him that he was cute. That wasn’t a lie, but, I didn’t want to lose my best friend.”

Cheerilee smiles and looks up to a passing cloud. You sit up and release a breath you didn’t realize you had held in, then slouch down next to her, touching knees. “His next words were some of the most memorable ones I’ll ever know. He told me, right there, that he thought I was beautiful, inside and out. I made him smile, but I also made him sad. I never knew. He told me, well,” Cheerilee takes in a long breath, then lets it out, her chest shaking. “I’m rambling, aren’t I? I can be such a chatterbox-”

“No, please, go on Cheerilee,” you tell her, making her sit still. Carefully, you rest your fingers on hers, holding her eyes. You’re the only two left outside the schoolhouse, the crickets have begun to tune up.

Cheerilee blushes deeply, grinning wide. “W-well, it’s sort of an intimate memory. I, AHEM! I guess, well, suffice it to say we shared a sleeping bag that night, alright?” Cheerilee’s face and bare shoulders are schoolhouse red.

“Alright, Cheerilee,” you say, holding up a hand and placing your foot on you knee. “I’ve got a decent imagination, I can piece together the rest of the night.”

“Ah! Liam!” Cheerilee slugs your shoulder hard, but not as hard as the pat you had earlier.

“Sorry, sorry! I was just trying to be clever.” You lean back on the armrest and look at Cheerilee, the crimson fading slowly from her face.

“You know,” you whisper. “I think you’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”

Cheerilee simply smiles and returns your knowing gaze. “For what that’s worth, thank you, Liam.”

You just look into each other’s eyes for a moment as the sun slowly says goodnight to Equestria. Cheerilee’s pretty smile never fades.

“So, I told you about my youth, you wanna share?” Cheerilee’s tone is somewhat intimate, genuinely interested.

You glance around, making sure you’re alone. The sun’s just starting to hide behind the distant hills. “It’s only fair, isn’t it?” you ask no one in particular. Cheerilee giggles a little bit. Her whole person is so peppy, positive, cheery.

“Alright,” you say with a clap of your hands. “On my eighteenth birthday, I cracked open an extra big bottle of vodka to myself, sort of mourning the recent breakup past-me went through. Not, not so pretty a chapter of my life, that. I was young, clever, driven but nïave. I was inexperienced in the game of love, hardly more than a novice when she came along. We had so much in common, it’s sad, really. I was sure we’d have a steady thing going, but I fucked up, someplace. She was busy with her family and her life, I had more time than I knew what to do with. I wanted to see her, be with her, she made me happy. Cured my loneliness. I didn’t go out and party, I only had one part time job.”

Cheerilee touches your arm, and you gently clasp your fingers over hers. “If you want to hear more, it’s a silly tale. All in the past, I guess. I still think about her, once in a blue moon.”

“Maybe some other time, Liam.” Cheerilee scoots over to you and rests her head on your shoulder. “I kind of wanted to hear a happy story, anyway.” You feel her closeness, hear it in her whisper, share her warmth, and realize the sun’s set. The earth is releasing its heat, and now it’s beginning to feel slightly chilly for tonight’s gentle performance.

“Cheerilee,” you say softly as nature finally begin this evening’s symphony. “Can I confess something?”

“May,” she says with a short laugh.

“May I confess something?”

Cheerilee shakes her hair out of her eyes, then sighs and looks to the sky, drinking in the passing violet clouds. “Yes, you can, Liam. What is it?”

You touch her hand on her knee, gently resting your fingers on hers. “Ever since I saw you, I thought you attractive. But now, sitting with you, drinking in the twilight and reeling in our memories, I’m compelled to ask: would you like to see me on another night? Perhaps doing something other than scolding my daughter.”

Cheerilee giggles cutely and cracks her neck. “Sure, I’d love that.”

“Actually,” Cheerilee says loudly, forced to by the echoey entranceway. “I’m only barely interested in one of these films. And I read it sucked.”

Tonight’s selection at the movie house is as follows: A family cartoon in 3D for twenty bucks a ticket, a crappy date movie, a crappier action flick based on a board game, and some mopey Jim Furlton “animated adventure”.

“Yeah, I’m not in the mood to pay twenty dollars for something I’ll see on TV in a year. Come,” you say, offering a hand. “Let’s skip the movie for now, move onto the dinner.”

“My pleasure.” Cheerilee takes your hand, following you as you move to the exit. Navigating the crowd is easy enough, but quite a few fifteen-year-olds, overweight mothers, their shit children and other mouth-breathers make the trip to the door a chore. At last, you can hear Cheerilee’s sexy little high heels clack on the cement outside.

“Ugh, did you see that one girl’s shorts?” Cheerilee asks on the way to your car.

“Those were shorts?” You ask, opening the passenger door for Cheerilee. You walk around front and climb into your Cadillac, imported from Detrot. “I thought she just had some denim panties.” You start up the car as Cheerilee tosses her eyes through the roof.

“Alright, Liam,” Cheerilee teases. “Since we’re skipping the movie, what did you have in mind for tonight?”

You buckle up, careful of your tie. “There’s this Germane restaurant just a few blocks down. I know a waitress, friend of my nephew’s. Great food, better beer,” you trail off, checking for pedestrians and cars as you pull out.

“Oh, is that Mikal’s? A student recommended that place to me, I never really bothered.” You look at Cheerilee as you idle, waiting for a mom and her kids to pass. Your pupils are sucked down to her chest like iron to an electromagnet. You look up quickly from the seatbelt parting her two pillows, not quick enough. Cheerilee blushes a bit, shyly smirking.

You cough and break eye contact, searching for a word or two.

“S-sorry,” Cheerilee stutters, adjusting the belt awkwardly. “It’s just, just more comfortable, that way, really. I wasn’t showing off or-”

“It’s alright,” you cut in, happy that she’s apologizing. “I didn’t mean to stare.” You check the rearview again, a ball of lard is hobbling the away from the door. “It’s, well, beyond the obvious... Miss Cheerilee,” you turn and softly hold her eyes. “I apologize if I notice your beauty now and again. However,” you shift in your seat, pausing for effect. “I sincerely apologize if I ever fail to notice, because that would be the real crime.”

The skin of Cheerilee’s giddy little face is a solid, warm, soft portrait of scarlet. “Well, then, when you put it like that, Liam, I guess it’s sort of flattering.” Cheerilee clears her throat softly and scans outside the passenger side window, then returns to the leather interior. You look behind you and find some elbow room, so you begin to back up. You jerk the wheel hard, then stop and shift to drive. Cheerilee catches your eyes and holds them. You sit still, lost in her pretty spring green eyes, surrounded by her pretty reddish face.

Suddenly, a loud horn blares for a full second, jarring you off your pleasant pedestal. You fumble with the shifter and slowly pull away, in no hurry to move out. You pull out of the lot and onto the side street, taking the back way to the restaurant. The thatch roof building looks not much different than a regular house, maybe a bit larger. About a dozen cars dot the small lot, leaving a few spots. You park and get out, courteously opening the door for your date.

Cheerilee’s little red summer dress impressions you again as she climbs out. Her slender form, her round behind, her gentle, youthful shoulders all lead to her slightly swaying hips as she walks. You catch up after a precious moment of drinking her in and trade doors to open.

The sadly casual ambiance hits like a fat tuba. The green carpets are pleasant enough, the decor is cute and homey, in a foreign way. The bar is well stocked with booze and patrons, a few families huddle in booths, either chatting or munching happily.

“Hi!” a spunky little blonde girl speaks to the two of you. “How many tonight, just two?”

“Yes,” you reply, parting your sport coat.

“Alrighty then!” Her pretty little smile and her funny blue eyes are a bit much. “We have tables, booths, and there’s space at the bar...?”

“Do you mind a seat at the bar?” you ask Cheerilee.

She doesn’t actively disagree, but you can see she isn’t in favor.

“Uh, a booth or a table is fine.”

Your booth is, thankfully, buffered by the empty corner booth and another empty spot. You take the leather and gold menus, like holy texts in their cover’s design. You order a pint of the Eichoof, a summertime special. A little pricey, but why not?

Cheerilee buckles, after just a bit of coercion, and orders a glass of Bay Pilsner. You smile at Cheerilee as the waitress leaves, not caring for the usual glance at the young behind. You feel a foot brush yours, Cheerilee smiles girlishly.

“Whatcha hungry for, Liam?” she asks quietly.

You lean forward a little, unable to do anything but stare for a second and beam right back. “I’m not sure, Cheerilee. What are you in the mood for?”

Your date hiccups, stifling a snicker. She blushes and grins a mile wide, hiding her eyes. Cheerilee collects herself quickly and rests her chin on her hand. “Would you listen to us? Chatting sweet nothings like teenag-”

“No,” you softly interrupt. “You had a rather adult thought, I can tell by the way you caught yourself.”

“I di-”

“No need to lie, Cheerilee, what was it?”

“It was nothing.”

“Nothing?” you ask, and lean in close, Cheerilee meeting you halfway, your lips just a few inches apart. You whisper: “Or something?”

Cheerilee giggles just for a second, then pulls you by the chin to her face. She kisses you passionately, her hot exhale and soft moan the compressed CO2 of a beer bottle shelved for far too long. You lean forward into her, sharing the sudden kiss, losing yourself to her soft lips and smelling her sweet, warm breath..

As quickly as it began, the kiss ends with a softly audible break. You open your eyes and un-tense muscles you didn’t know you were tensing. Cheerilee is biting her tongue softly, her longing almost spilling from her eyes. She’s uncorked her bottle, and you want relief just as bad.

“Sorry,” Cheerilee whispers, giggling innately. “Wanna know what I really thought about? It’s... vulgar.”

Cheerilee’s face is far beyond flushed. “I’ll die of curiosity if you don’t tell.”

Your date blinks once, slowly, and rests her head on her hand, hiding her face from the restaurant. She begins to speak, but just inhales and exhales hotly. “I, I was thinking that I was in the mood, mood for cock, and that thought traveled down a rabbit trail or two...” She trails off, looking down at the table. “It’s silly, I probably sound like a bitch in heat.”

“No, no no,” you console her softly, earning another look into her lustful eyes. “You’re still young and extremely attractive, I think it’s perfectly fine if you’re in the mood. To be honest, I couldn't get the image of your amazing breasts around the seatbelt out of my head if I tried, not that I’d ever want to.”

“Oh, stop!” Cheerilee suddenly cheers up, smiling, blushing, being adorably attractive. “You’re damn sexy, you know.”

“I wasn’t sure, until now.” A solid minute passes in comfortable silence, the hush of “Mikal’s” and some foreign poppy stuff from at least a dozen years ago the only noises about. You’re not desperate for conversation, neither is Cheerilee. The two of you are just enjoying each other’s company, not each other’s bullshit about the day, your interests, your hopes or dreams.

Cheerilee’s eyes hold yours for some of the time, then return to the menu. You remember that you’re hungry, and not just for pussy. The Späsekase sounds delicious, as does Rouladen, bacon wrapped around beef. A simple picture, surely taken right behind the counter, catches your eye. Hackepeter, a bunch of lightly fried pork inside a bread shell, filled with some beef broth. Your mouth waters for such a dish, and it’s reasonably priced.

You memorize the spelling and try to form the pronunciation in your mind and set the leather bound menu down, revealing a busty redhead, holding two different sized glasses of beer. The smaller is golden like blondie’s hair, the other a deep, light brown.

“Hello,” she greets you mildly. “My name’s Berry Punch, I’m your waitress for tonight, and I’ve got your brews. The Hoof for the gent, am I right?”

“Yes, thank you,” you say accepting the tall, cold glass. “Beautiful.”

“Bay for the lady?” she more confirms than asks, handing Cheerilee her drink.

“Thanks,” your date says, her giddy little voice truly uplifting.

“Okay then! You two ready to order?” She takes out her pad, not obstructing the view of her cleavage.

You glance at Cheerilee and watch her finger her selection. “I’d love the Karto, Kart-”

“Kartoffelnpuffer,” you finish for her.

“Kartoffelpuffer, close though!” Berry Punch smiles and jots down three letters. “And don’t worry, you’re miles better than the average Joe that sits down here. Especially sober. And for you?”

“Hackpeter mit Rindbrühe. Did I get that right?”

Berry Punch takes your menu and beams. “Perfect! Sounds great, I’ll be back when it’s ready.”

You thank her, happily watching her leave. Cheerilee pinches your arm, hard, breaking your gaze.

“Ow! What was that for?”

Cheerilee snickers just a bit, deepening her shallow laugh lines. “Admiring the view?”

“Well,” you take another quick glance, catching the final farewell of the sexy barmaid’s saunter. She smiles at you as she returns to her post at the bar, serving some other patron.

Cheerilee giggles softly and whispers: “I suppose I can’t blame you. As far as butts go, she’s draggin’ one hell of a wagon.”

You give Cheerilee a sly glance over the rim of your beer. You taste your drink, noting the strength of the brew. It’s far from bad, it’s damn good. Two gulps good.

“Can I ask you something?” Cheerilee nods and smiles, picking up her glass. “Since you’re obviously interested in me, do you swing both ways? Or do you just appreciate butts?”

Cheerilee almost performs a textbook spit-take. She catches herself just enough and sets her drink down. “Well,” she starts, wiping her nose on a napkin. “If I have to clarify, yes. I can appreciate a sexy lady plenty, I even had a nice kiss or two back in college.

“Well, actually, I met this girl, she liked girls more than me, but she kind of...” Cheerilee takes a long draft, a spot of foam sticking to the point of her nose. “Ah, that’s refreshing. She liquored me up and had her way with me all night long. That’s, heh, as far as my relationship with women has gone. Still,” she says resting her hand on her chin and looks toward the bar. “That is one hot bartender.”

“You should check out Sugarcube Corner,” you mention before moving on. “You said that happened in college? How long ago was that?”

Cheerilee turns back and happily answers: two years ago. This is just her second year in Ponyville, she’s twenty and six years old this September. She majored in elementary teaching, naturally, and minored in library science. Contrary to first impressions, the latter subject is rather interesting. Cheerilee even worked as a librarian in her college career for a time.

Teaching children, you learn, is her real passion. Ever since she was little, she wanted to learn and help others to bloom into their full potential. Throughout grade school, plenty of girls, and a guy or five, wanted to grow up and be teachers. Cheerilee knew what she wanted to do since grade one, and never faltered from that plan. She was an A student, almost valedictorian, save for not taking an AP calc class in grade 12. Boring.

Until college. At the University of Los Pegasus, she really came out of her shell. High school gave her little social freedom. Strict parents, nerd friends, tough classes, a part time job, a part time and a full time in the summer, Cheerilee didn’t have a wealth of time to fuck around. Cheerilee was ahead of the curb and had plenty of living experience and responsibility going in, so dorm life was less of a traumatic adjustment for her than others. In just three years, she racked up debt, like every student, but had more credits than most.

Her fourth year, however, she realized how stressed, and ultimately bored, she truly was. A new roommate, attending for a medical-type degree, you didn’t hold on to that nugget, pushed Cheerilee enough to allow a few friends over. A few girlfriends, a few guy friends, a few six packs, a few shots, a few bong rips, what could go wrong?

“So that’s the girl that took advantage of you.” you ask, watching for Berry Punch.

“I wouldn’t say ‘took advantage of’. More uh, opened me up to new things.”

“Not to mention your legs.” You sip your beer, the complex taste quite delicious. “Or do mention it, I love sexy stories.”

“That goes without saying,” Cheerilee says, her blush very cute. “I’ll have to tell you about it sometime.”

“Or don’t,” you tell her, pausing, gauging her response. She’s a bit confused, maybe deflated. “I want my performance to be my own, no cheating.”

Cheerilee giggles a bit and stares at the ceiling for a moment. “I can’t wait for the oral exam,” she says softly. “S-sorry, that was corny, wasn’t it?”

You wink and hold your first finger half an inch from your thumb.

“Well,” Cheerilee begins. “I can’t wait to-”

“Hackpeter?” A busty barmaid in a burgundy blouse butts in, balancing both bowls.

“Thanks,” you softly say. Your hunk of meat in broth lets off plenty of pleasant aromas as well as steam.

“And the Kartoffelpuffer,” she says, skillfully sliding Cheerilee’s order around her half-full glass.

“Thanks!” Cheerilee cheerfully says. “Looks delicious!”

“Great. Need anything else, just ask. Anyone want a refill? Some water, soda?”

“I’m fin-”

“I’ll have another, please,” Cheerilee says, sipping on her drink. “It’s good, I don’t normally go for beer, but this is very good.”

“Very cool,” Berry Punch says, dragging her fingers through her luscious dark-red hair. “You?” she asks, looking at you.

“Just some water, please.”

“Right on. Who’s driving, tonight? Not that I’m all that concerned over two beers, you just look, well, don’t hate me for saying this, but you look a little lightweight.”

“Ah-!” Cheerilee beams wide, obviously flattered. Probably genuinely. “Hate you? Oh, no, I take a compliment where I can find it, honey. ‘preciate it, though. He’s driving, no worries.”

Berry Punch looks more than amused, maybe interested? It’s tough to tell. “Thanks, miss. I’ll grab you a Bay. On the house, just cos I like ya.” She tosses Cheerilee a flirty wink, then about faces lazily. Both you and Cheerilee take in a long view of Berry’s round ass.

“God damn,” Cheerilee says softly. “Sorry, Liam, I think I need to get her number.”

“Right,” you say, equally interested in your food. “So you are into girls, then?”

Cheerilee gives a flirtatious little wave to the bartender. “Huh? Oh, well, not since college, really. I’m just getting back into the dating scene, actually.”

“Huh.” You dig right in, taking a hunk of pork right out of the soup. It’s tender, salty, spicy, a bit at least, and delicious. You down mouthful after mouthful as Cheerilee works on her food. You ease your fervor a bit, no longer starving. “Tell me more about your college days.”

Cheerilee sips down the last of her beer, moving the glass away and pulling her second up. “Alright, then, if you must know everything about me. We were at the-

“Just after THAT night.”

“Right,” Cheerilee says, swallowing a bite of her dish.

Years went by, Cheerilee managed to collect stress at school and a part time during the week, then blow it all away on the weekend. She found a boy, got with a girl, found another boy, got a scare, then stuck to her books when finals rolled around. She graduated third in her class, and couldn't be happier. A degree, a spot of experience in a daycare, a recommendation from a friend and professor, and landing an elementary teaching job in Ponyville was almost easy.

“But the principal here is kinda, well, terrible.” Cheerilee takes one last draft of her beer. “I think the fifth grade teacher, Mrs. Gemini, could have a real impact on the way things are run.”

“Really?” you inquire, still intrigued. “That battle axe? I’ve seen her in the PTA meetings, she looks fresh out of a mafia movie.”

“She’s a great teacher!” Cheerilee enthusiastically rebuttals. “Besides, the current principal sucks. I’m tired of talking about work. It’s summer! I why can’t we just enjoy summer vacation?”

“Good point.” You scoop up some bready-broth and digest your meat and beer, full, for less than a week’s wages. “I wish I could take the summer off. In most ways, I really miss school. In the Navy, you don’t get summers off from school. You get three weeks, usually in the fall.”

“Oh, you’re in the Navy?” Cheerilee asks, more than most of her food gone, and all her beer.

“Was. Machinist Mate, got out after eight years. Got some good benefits, GI bill for my daughter, great training, great on my resume. Landed my job at the hydro plant, actually.” You shift in your seat some, ready to see what Cheerilee’s bedroom looks like. “Saw a lot of the world, met some interesting people, my terrible ex wife, got paid well, got buff enough, got out.”

“Oh, wow!” Cheerilee leans forward, giving a generous view. “I mean, ex-wife, that sucks dick probably, but the whole other everything, sounds cool. Sorry, about bringing things up, I mean. I wa-”

“It’s alright, just stop there, please. The more you go on, the more awkward it gets. Not, you, specifically, just, talking about it. But, I did get my beautiful daughter and custody. Sarah goes to Manehatten four weeks a year to visit her mom. Tonight, she’s at her friend’s for a sleepover.”

“Oh, cute! I’m happy she could get a chance to have fun this summer.”

“Me too,” you reply happily. “It’s nice to see her interact and make friends. Sarah can have a hard time with things like that.” You finish your beer and analyze the last portion of your meal.

“It is nice. I’m a dad first, and I love Sarah with my whole heart, but sometimes I miss summer love.” You sip your water and decide to save the last bites for a midnight snack.

“Me too,” Cheerilee says. “It is summer, ya know.” Your eyes meet hers. Cheerilee winks slowly, rubbing her toes on your calf. “What are you doing tonight?”

“I had a few things planned. I just don’t know where, yet.”

Cheerilee’s shoulders slump a bit. “Oh, so you’re busy?”

“Likely.”

“Well, where at?”

You chew an ice cube into oblivion. “Your place or mine?”

“Ah, Liam,” Cheerilee softly moans. “You really know how to work me up.” She takes your hand in hers and follows your movements up and down her nearly-perfect stomach. The soft fabric of her dress is warmed by her skin. She grinds her hips a little, caressing your bulge with her tight butt. Cheerilee exhales hotly and moves your hands to her breasts. You have to adjust your left elbow, pull Cheerilee onto you a bit, but you take her healthy breasts in both hands and give her a gentle squeeze.

Cheerilee whimpers in delight, grinding her hips and moving her legs on the soft, wide couch. Cheerilee’s sectional provides an excellent place to make out, grope, sleep, fuck or just lounge. You kiss her neck and feel the bra cups through her dress as you squeeze her nice, big, round tits.

“Ahhh~” Cheerilee softly exhales as you work her breasts around, grinding into her and rubbing your hardness along the contours of her fine ass. You inhale her essence, indulging in Cheerilee’s presence. Her legs part some as you love her body. Your knee rises on its own, slowly sliding up her ever warming thighs. You feel a warmness and a pressure right on the end of your knee and press up a bit, pulling Cheerilee to you by her tits.

Cheerilee groans and reaches back to you, grabbing your ass in her right hand, holding you in place as she slowly strokes herself with your leg. You can feel a damp sensation, suddenly hotter through the pant leg.

Cheerilee sighs heavily. As quickly as the slight masturbation began, Cheerilee stops and gets up to kneel on the floor, facing you.

She touches the little damp spot on your knee and smiles mischievously. “Did I do that?” she whispers, smiling wide.

“Blame me if you want,” you reply. “I don’t care about these slacks anyway. We could always take them off.”

“Hm!” Cheerilee licks her lips and watches your strong hands undo the belt, the corners of her mouth curl up as it comes off. You toss it aside, careful not to scratch the hardwood, and undo the button. Cheerilee grabs the zipper herself and proceeds. She slowly dives into your pants and goes right for the prize, softly dragging her fingertips over your clothed and solid member.

She smiles up at you, her face and shoulders blushing. She carefully takes it out, fishing your erection through the hole in your boxers. Cheerilee crosses her eyes a little and covers her mouth at the sight. Soon, however, she’s beaming and gripping the base, slowly working up and down. Some sweat is lubrication enough for now.

“I-It’s been awhile,” Cheerilee stammers. “I don’t think I’ve seen a cock this size. Is, is that good?”

You nod, tracing the line of her jaw with a finger. “Great, take your time, but hurry up. I wanna do you, take my time, ah, yeah, a little faster. I wanna take my time, eat you out for hours. Maybe slap you around a bit, if you don’t behave.”

Cheerilee sits up and moves forward between your knees. “Oh, Liam, take me gentle tonight, please? I’m really ready, but I, I’m not so into the rough stuff.”

“You sure?” you ask, leaning your torso over her. “Have you ever tried it?” You put your hand on her pretty pink hair, messing it up in a cute way. You can’t help but smile at her when she smiles up at you. “I’d love to hear you beg some.”

You put your thumb on Cheerilee’s chin, making her open wide. With your other hand, you turn her head down to your cock and pull her towards you. She giggles and moves along happily, sucking you into her lips. She moans around your meat and bobs her head gently, taking no more than a few inches. You move your hand from Cheerilee’s face to the base of your member.

Bit by bit, you help Cheerilee pick up the pace, replacing your grip with hers. After a pleasant minute, Cheerilee comes up for air.

“GAH! Fuck, I forgot how much I love doing this.” Cheerilee strokes your slick shaft swiftly for several seconds. “Ah yeah, I love the little noise it makes. When’s the last time you, uh, took care of yourself?” Cheerilee asks just before taking a deep breath, going down on you again.

“Almost, oh yeah, deeper, if you can. Almost, two months, I think. I can’t bring myself to when my girl’s home.”

Cheerilee may have tried to chuckle, but cock occupies her throat at the time. Her hot mouth caresses your shaft wetly, moans, reverberating the sensitive flesh. Your rock-hard hardness pokes her throat with every thrust, prodding a bit harder every time. Cheerilee pushes on your waist, struggling against your grip. She wins, when and only when you let her win.

“G-GiGyAck!” Cheerilee sputters and coughs, holding her neck in her hand. She stares daggers at you as she catches her breath, her chest heaving, making both straps fall down around her arms. “You FUCKER!” Cheerilee jumps up and straddles you, your dick lightly staining the hem of her cocktail dress. “I was choking and you held me DOWN?! What’s wrong with you?! I could have fucking DIED!” Cheerilee drives her point home by slapping your face hard, quickly kissing you with enflamed passion. She sucks on your lip and drives her tongue in your mouth as you pull her dress up over her round, tight ass.

Cheerilee breaks away and pulls her gown over her head, letting it fall in your face. You inhale through her garment and watch her undo her large black bra. Your cock throbs and your eyes bulge as her heavy tits spill out of her brassiere, free from their prison. Her pretty pink panites, satin, by the looks, are stained right at the crotch.

Cheerilee smiles, her face screwed up with crazed lust. “Fuck my face again,” she whispers. “But if I tap you four times, let me up. Not three times, not even if I push as hard as I can.”

“Four taps,” you repeat, grabbing her hair. Her delighted yelp is muffled by meat as you thrust forward into her face. Cheerilee moans aloud as you use her face like a pussy. Your cock pokes her throat every time, then begins to slip in. You slow to a stop, nearly, and push your long dick as deep as it will go. Cheerilee’s hot, wet throat opens to your girth, taking you all. You feel three taps and a hand pressing into your lower abdomen, but you hold her face down even harder. You thrust and rock a bit, deep inside, making Cheerilee gurgle and drool. Her eyes go cross. You tilt her head back, watching as your thick cock bulges out her neck and compresses you harder. Cheerilee’s pretty eyes tear up a bit as she pushes as hard as she can. You hold her down, your military muscles more than a match for her might.

You pull out and let her breath. Cheerilee coughs, curses you and praises you, bordering on hysterics. “Fuck! Liam, god, fuck you! Just hold on, hold on.” Cheerilee tenderly kisses the glans, continuing to lick up and down. She clears her throat and swallows a few times as she strokes you, using her other hand to squeeze her breast. Cheerilee smiles and sits up, tosses the hair out of her face and gently takes you into her mouth again. Cheerilee gingerly sucks and bobs, using her tongue as about half your shaft is engulfed. She slowly moves up and down, her cheeks pooching in from suction.

“Ah, that feels great, Cheerilee.” You lightly rock your hips with her, moving your hand back to her head. Cheerilee winces and gags as you slowly force her down, but she taps four times after just a few inches.

“GiNGLK!” Cheerilee gags and sputters, more so than before. You move to the side and help her to sit up, when she’s done fighting her gag reflex.

“You alright?” you ask. Her drool is thick on your thick organ, but Cheerilee is in need of help.

Cheerilee nods, grimacing a bit. “Yeah, ugk, I’m alright. Sorry, it’s just been so long since I did that, forgot how much fun it was. Want, want mo-”

“I want you,” you interject. “It’s been far too long since I’ve made a beautiful woman scream my name.” Cheerilee grins wide.

“How’re ya gonna do that, big boy?” Cheerilee grips your slick stiffy and strokes swiftly, gripping hard and working the whole shaft. The pleasure’s unbelievable, an amazing emulsion of wetness and friction.

“I’m going to make you wet,” you tell her in a deafeningly gruff whisper. “Wet as a fucking ocean, hotter than lava, too. I’ll make your pussy purr, make you edge time after time until you’re hoarse from begging. Once you’re convinced that your demise will come if I don’t fuck you within two seconds, then I’ll penetrate you. My long, hard cock will push all the way in, make you cry from pain as it splits you in two. Then, I’ll fuck you.” You pause, gripping Cheerilee’s chin lightly. “I’ll fuck you until you can see your brain, your eyes rolled so far up in your skull.”

Cheerilee’s paled face turns crimson, shade after shade as you speak. She eventually sits back on her hands, stunned, a bit of the hardwood dampened by her wanting, and her wet palm.

“Which way to your bedroom?” you ask her in a casual, demanding hush.

Cheerilee merely smiles, sitting up some. You pick her up in your arms easily and make for the stairs. Cheerilee is beaming, your forearm supporting the hottest part of her upper thighs, right under her round ass. You drop her on the bed, a quilted and homely piece of furniture. The mattress squeaks as Cheerilee bounces to a rest, giggling and struggling with her gown. You rest both hands on her thighs and slide up, lifting her gorgeous gown from her beautiful body.

You’re pulling at her lacey pink panties before she’s got the hem over her eyes. The long-lost stench of dripping pussy wafts into your nose as Cheerilee happily helps you expose her slit. You smell the bunched up and damp satin, for nostalgia if nothing else, and feel your salivary glands rev to life.

“AH! Oh, haha, that’s go-ooooooood~...” Cheerilee falls back onto the bed in bliss as you lightly drag your tongue along her labia, savoring the nasty taste. She’s dripping, overflowing, hot and ready, but you don’t stop. Carefully, you pull on the shaved skin above her lips and watch as her tiny pink nub is unhooded. You can hear her stifling intense screams as you lick the bare bit. You slip in one finger and make your way onto the bed.

Cheerilee looks up at you when you pull your whole finger out of her tight, hot pussy. She smiles and looks at your rigid manhood. “We ready, then? Or do you wanna make me beg some?”

“Not sure, yet,” you flatly answer, unable to stop yourself from smiling wide at her. She’s too cheery, to genuinely happy to torture. You lay on her, compressing her tits under you. You kiss her lips, slowly, feeling her body and teasing her with a knee. She moans and exhales into your mouth with every little press into her hot sex. Minutes go by as you caress Cheerilee’s soft skin, feeling her hot body with flaming passion. She imprints you into her memory with matching fervor, touching your face and kissing you, swapping spit and fencing her tongue against yours, with yours, until she cannot carry on.

“Ah-hoh my god, Liam,” Cheerilee hoarsely says, you straddling her sweaty body. The covers have long since been tossed aside, the ambient temperature in the small bedroom far above comfortable. Yet, in a way, the heat fuels you, cooks your lust and your passion. Your member stands more rigid than it has ever been, or at least in a long time. Cheerilee slowly strokes you as you lightly rub her glistening petals. You gaze at her sex in the dimmed light. She’s youthful and pristine down below, clean and drenched. You feel her hand slide over you, some sweat the only lubrication needed. You slowly slip in your finger, leaning forward and resting over Cheerilee, standing on your free hand.

Cheerilee gasps lightly and smiles, then goes back to stroking some. “Liam, are you really going to make me beg f-for it? I really want your long, thick dick ramming my pussy. I’m so fucking hot for you, don’t you wanna feel my tight, soft little pussy around that hard, throbbing cock?” Cheerilee bites her lip and squeezes a bit around your hard-on and your fingers.

“That’ll do, I suppose,” you whisper, unable to not smile. You fall down on top of her again, kissing her deeply, rolling around and touching and grabbing and sharing breath. After some time, Cheerilee ends up in your arms, her nice, round ass pressing into your groin. You kiss her neck from behind and grab one of her soft breasts.

You bite her earlobe viciously, then flick it apologetically as she vocally responds. “Spread ‘em,” you barely breath into her ear. Cheerilee lifts her leg up, exposing her fuck-slit. You guide your head to her and roll your hips forward, penetrating in one thrust. Cheerilee cries out a little as your thick head penetrates. Her tight walls clench down as your rock back and forth, squishing her round ass in every thrust. Cheerilee moves along, massaging you with short, well timed movements. You build on her rhythm, already feeling your cock twitching, ready to blow.

“Fuck,” you can barely say. You swallow the lump in your throat and grab Cheerilee’s hip instead of her tit for better leverage. “Cheerilee, it’s been awhile sin-since I’ve done it. Like this. I’m, cl-”

“Me, too,” she says, panting a bit more than you. You speed up and feel her belly, nearly flat, save for the slight bulge right along the invisible line from her belly button to her clit. You press down, feeling her soft flesh compress you a little more. The way she moans, it’s apparent that Cheerilee loves it. The underside of your shaft is caressed by her hotness in an amazing way. You lengthen your strokes, risking cumming too soon. You slide your hand along Cheerilee’s midriff, beads of sweat making your palm glide over her skin like a package over a series of rollers.

“Ah! Yeah! Yeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!” Cheerilee suddenly voices her pleasure as you tweak her cum-button. You pinch and pull and roll it around in your fingers, concentrating on keeping up the pace. You find yourself sucking air, your core muscles dually inflamed by pleasure and fatigue.

“Right there, fuck me, right there!” You feel close to bursting and slow up, fucking Cheerilee harder and harder. You have to stop and suck in some hot air, repositioning once.

Cheerilee rolls onto her back and exposes her pink fuck-hole all too eagerly. “Don’t FUCKING stop again! P-please?” Cheerilee spreads playfully, using her second digit to play with her clitoris.

You shake some sweat off your brow and get down between her knees, slipping two fingers inside her without trouble. Cheerilee moans and coos approval as you make her pussy hot again. She’s so damn cute, so sexy, it makes you smile with pride and other good feelings. Your heart is warm as Cheerilee cooks your cock in her oven.

“OOooooooh,” Cheerilee moans, arching her back. “Fuck, I’m soooooo close. Fuck m-ME!” You shut her up by ramming home, hilting completely inside her. You bend your neck down and kiss her lips, lifting out of her slit and falling back in. Your rod nearly exits, then you hilt again. It takes a moment to get a rhythm, but Cheerilee’s smile soon turns to a clenched-teeth grimace of joy. Her knees shake as you pound away, your dick twitching like mad again. Cheerilee hugs you close, her nails digging a bit. Your chest flattens against hers, her bust pressing into your chest. You keep up the pace, even if your back is on fire. You speed up, even, as you come to climax.

“Fuck!” is all you can grunt as you thrust away, passing the point of no return. You muster up all your might, but can’t generate enough Newtons to break her kung-fu grip.

Cheerilee’s legs curl up as she finishes, pulling you in, forcing you to shoot inside. She hugs you with all her orgasmic might, including her tight cunt, not allowing you to pull out. You give up and fall into her, happily feeling nails dig into your back. Your core ignites, your balls ache, and then you feel it at last. The underside of your shaft catapults a long line of hot, thick sauce into Cheerilee. Her spasming orgasmic flesh quivers, pulling on you, making you shoot again and again and again, until just a few twitches remain. Your body unlocks and you can finally stop crushing Cheerilee with your pelvis.

You gingerly pull out, your member still twitching, and sit on your knees. Fatigue rolls in in droves. Falling next to Cheerilee is all you can do.

You watch, her side and elbow much in the way, as Cheerilee fingers herself a little, playing and getting your seed out.

“Sorry,” you whisper, your voice like a cat pawing at a window. You cough and lift your arm, touching Cheerilee’s midsection. “I couldn't get out in time.”

Cheerilee rolls over on top of you suddenly and shuts you up with a passionately slow kiss. You take her ass in both hands and play with her tongue for nearly a minute before Cheerilee sits up. You adjust your hardening shaft so the underside will press into her slit. Cheerilee smiles and wordlessly catches your plan, sitting her still milky slit on your drying tool. The warmth is sensational, but the sensation is comparatively slight.

“It’s okay,” Cheerilee says, bending down some. “I’ve got a few morning after pills, no worries.” Cheerilee kisses you again, much more slowly. You feel chilly, save for the warm body on yours. Like a mind reader, Cheerilee pulls her comforter over her shoulders and disappears with you under the blanket.

You feel around in the darkness and find a head of hair, pretty, soft hair, right at your crotch. Fingers curl around your shaft and pull on it, juices lubricating the work. Cheerilee says some words of praise, but they’re muffled by your manhood. She gurgles and spits all over it, using her tongue to caress the bulging underside. Your glans pop out of her lips with a loud smack, and Cheerilee coughs a bit, stroking and recuperating.

“Sorry,” she softly moans, giggling a little. “It’s a lot bigger than I’ve ever sucked.”

You simply pat her head and spread your legs a bit, feeling your knee press into one of her big, soft breasts. Cheerilee pushes back, and sucks you back into her mouth. She moans around you, making your erection vibrate in her mouth. Especially against her tongue, the humming feels amazing. Cheerilee picks up on this, it seems, and sucks you as deep as tolerable, humming aloud and bobbing quickly, compressing you with her tongue.

She tries to deepthroat again, twice, but can’t stomach the task. Bobbing up and down, sucking so hard and working so well with her tongue, Cheerilee’s oral is amazing without the throat. Soon enough, you rest a hand on her cute hair and breathe in the musty air under the covers, climax slowly rolling in again.

Cheerilee sits up quickly, gasping. The covers make a tent, then she throws that down, wrapping herself partially and lightly smothering you. You pull the covers down from your face and sit up, only to be pounced by a horny girl.

“Ah,” she whispers into your face. “Felt good?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, holding the wadded up comforter to Cheerilee’s back. Her large, lightly dampened tits press into your chest, her weight compressing yours. You reach around under the blanket and grab Cheerilee’s ass, not shy about the hot heat emanating from her inner thighs. The only noise you can hear is a duo of racing hearts, above normal breathing and an occasional dog bark.

Cheerilee gazes into your eyes, smiling as wide as possible. “‘sfun.”

“Yeah?” you ask, keeping the hush.

“Mmmhmm. You like eating pussy?”

“Yeah.”

“Wanna eat me?”

You feel around her butt and touch her hot slit, watching Cheerilee’s cheeks tense up. She’s hot, and wet, but you can still feel your milky seed inside in lieu of the slimy pussy juice.. “Uh, I’m not on board with that, Cheerilee. I kinda already creamed your pie.”

Cheerilee is a bit saddened, but still tiredly beams. She pecks your lips once, twice, then gives in to a long kiss. After a thirty second Frencher, Cheerilee sits up and touches herself. Her fingers spread her lips a little, exposing her creamy insides.

“I thought I got most of it,” she says quietly. You pull yourself up and kneel beside Cheerilee and trace the contours of her belly. You kiss her cheek and venture south. Her hot slit is still very wet. You hold her from behind and watch over her shoulder as you pull on her pussy entrance with two fingers, her pink tinged white with thick goop. Cheerilee smiles and pets your head, pursing her lips as you curl two fingers up and into her.

A thick stream of cum comes out with your fingers. “Jeez, did I do that?” you half ask nobody.

Cheerilee giggles a tiny bit, then gasps as you push inside her again. You pull her body to yours and hold her breast while you finger her, pulling out streams of sticky semen out with every thrust.

“Oooh~” Cheerilee falls into your embrace, laying back into you. You pull her down to a sitting position by her chest. You straddle her from behind, your erection resting on her lower back. You kiss her neck, squeeze her breast hard, and rub your two fingertips inside her hot slit. The sheets are filthy, but that’s the last thing on your mind.

Cheerilee moans and tilts her head back as far as she can. You gently rock your hips and push your cock along the contours of her lower back. You feel inside her pussy for that spot, but it’s hard to find. In this position, it should be possible. You pull out and circle her clit some, making Cheerilee’s shoulders shudder a bit. You sit up tall, holding her quivering back to your chest, caressing her lumbar with your cock, and push inside again. There, just a few inches inside, you feel a tiny little nub, hardly bigger than your first fingertip. Cheerilee loves it as you push into it. Cheerilee lowers her head and leans back into you, squeezing her other breast and reaching behind herself, grabbing your thigh for her life.

“Right there,” she hoarsely whispers, gyrating her hips with your movements and inadvertently stroking you with her ass. You go faster and harder, sure you’re getting her g-spot.

Your wrist tires, but you go on. Cheerilee’s hot moans evolve into tense little cries within minutes. Your hand is sore and stiff, you have to stop and switch hands.

Cheerilee stops your fresh hand and turns in your arms. “S-stop, Liam, that was too good.” She pushes you down until you lay on your back, your leg hitting a wet spot. “You’re ready, right?” She lowers herself onto you, pressing your hardness into her stomach, compressing her tits, too.

You nod, stroking her side lightly.

“God, you know how to get me hot, don’t you?” Cheerilee smiles wide and sits up. Carefully, she guides you into her again. You inhale deeply as the head pushes into her hot, wet slit, slowly, inch by inch. Cheerilee throws her head around as you thrust your hips, filling her up completely. Cheerilee stoops over a bit, spreading her legs wide and pushing her pussy down as much as she can. You grab her ass and lift her up, then pull her back down. Cheerilee falls forward at the sensation, resting her head next to yours. You make her move some, and the two of you find a rhythm. The pace accelerates quickly, as Cheerilee started out with a head start.

Soon, she’s whimpering and begging to go harder, faster. You pull Cheerilee to you and sit up, panting less than her. You pull out and lift her up, guiding her to sit on her hands and knees. You stand on your knees behind her and pull her round ass to you. Penetrating is hardly a chore, and you’re ramming her from behind within seconds. Cheerilee’s elbows cave. Luckily, she’s face down in a pillow.

You grab both hips and go as fast as you can, as hard as you can. Cheerilee’s soft walls suck you in after every thrust. Her pussy feels so soft and tight, it’s unreal. You breathe harder and keep up the pace, watching her ass jiggle as your waist impacts it over and over again.

You hear Cheerilee whimper something and moan aloud into the pillow. She suddenly lifts her head as you feel your limit nearing. “YES!” she screams. “Oh, fuck yes! Fuck me, fuck me hard, ah, fuck me!”

You slap Cheerilee’s ass, making her cry out in joy. You feel close to exploding again as Cheerilee stands on her hands, her entire torso rocking with your thrusts. You let go of all restraint and ram her pussy, pulling her hips back for the maximum force. The sound of flesh slapping is sickening, but erotic beyond belief. Cheerilee’s pussy tightens up with every thrust, squeezing you hard as your cock flies in and out. You look down and watch the entire shaft get swallowed in her wet hole. The sight makes you slow down, rolling deep inside, pushing down into Cheerilee’s special spot with every thrust.

“Aaaahhooooh my god! Yeah, right there! RIGHT THERE! Fuck, RIGHT THERE!” You slowly pick up the pace, still transfixed upon your tool slipping in and out of Cheerilee. It looks impossible, but Cheerilee is gladly, and wetly, accepting you again, and again, and again. You slap her butt again and pick up the pace as she roughly laughs. Her hair flies around violently as you fuck her from behind.

Her silken insides feel suddenly amazing, milking your rod. You listen to Cheerilee bite the pillow and scream out in orgasm, unable to control her shaking. You can’t hold back any longer. Cheerilee’s sexy, curvy back, her round ass and tight pussy are too much. You grip her butt firmly and pull out, just in time. You grab the base of your shaft, warm and slick, and pull the trigger. Long shots, longer you expected, launch out in an uncontrollable volley. You try to aim as best you can and manage to get most of your generous series to land on her back.

After a few final twitches, you shake off the last dribble and wipe it on Cheerilee’s ass. The bed is a post-battle wasteland. Cum and girl juice pockmarks the dark blue sheets, staining them deep violet and sky blue in random speckles. Cheerilee rolls over, right into the most stained zone, revealing a cute red pillow with spit pools and bite marks. Her cherry is gaping, a little, exposing the pretty and soft insides. You feel a hunger for her sex again, but it’s opposed by fatigue. The soft, springy ground rushes up to meet you. A damp fabric hits your face with a soft “pomf”.

You can hear Cheerilee giggle and feel her hand on your side. She helps you roll over and kisses you quickly. Her leg finds its way between yours as her tongue slips into your mouth. You gladly share spit and pull her close, feeling her warm pussy with your knee. Cheerilee lazily laughs and moans in response, slowly sucking on you lips and slipping her tongue over yours. You caress her back and hold Cheerilee to you, pressing her breasts into your chest and stroking her labia lightly with your leg. You make out for a long time, you have no sense of time, long enough for Cheerilee to get chilly and pull the covers over the both of you.

It’s Cheerilee who at last pushes away. She stares into your eyes for a bit, her little grin the epitome of happiness. She bats her eyes a little bit as you stroke her warm sides. Under the blanket, you’re both a bit sweaty again. Cheerilee bends down and pecks you on the lips, then sits upright once more.

“That was amazing,” she whispers, running her hand down your chest. “Definitely worth skipping the movie.”

“I couldn't agree more.” You reach for her butt and squeeze lightly. Cheerilee flinches playfully, moving her knees to either side of your chest. “We made a little mess, didn’t we, Cheerilee?”

She looks around and is visibly shocked at the sight. “Maybe, no biggie. Tomorrow’s laundry day, anyway.”

“Really?” you ask, stroking her sides.

“Well, now it is.” Cheerilee laughs with you a little, then stoops down for another wet kiss. You hold her face for a minute, dreading the absence of her sweet breath. Eventually, though, she breaks away.

“Thirsty?” she asks, an inch away from your face.

You nod slowly and touch her sticky back.

Cheerilee notices, it seems, as she sits up again to scratch some crusted residue off her lower back. “I could use a shower,” she states softly. “I bet we both could.”

“And, a drink?”

“Right,” Cheerilee says with a cute grin. She crawls off the filthy bed and you follow suit, stretching out and airing out. The room reeks of sex and sweat. Cheerilee’s saunter leads you to her bathroom. You get a long drink of cold tap water, unbelievably delicious.

You step into the shower after Cheerilee and hug her close as hot water cascades down her back. You stroke her skin, wiping your mess away and kissing Cheerilee. Her full lips are perfect, supple and soft. Before you can even borrow her girly shampoo, the two of you are making out passionately, leaning against the wall, lifting legs, licking chins and kissing cheeks. The two of you are forced to copulate once more, the steamy room making you both hot. Cheerilee wraps her legs and arms around you as you hold her against the wall, the shower head aimed at the two of you.

Cheerilee moans hotly as you fill her again, her bangs wetly hanging down over her face. Hydrated again, you find the energy to hold Cheerilee and fuck her right. You watch her lower lips spread for your cock, pleasuring you as you thrust into her. Your tool finds itself all the way in over and over again. You’re sure you’re hitting her spot in this position. Your thick head has to, and Cheerilee’s whimpering like she’s about to faint.

You kiss Cheerilee’s neck as you lean forward, letting her rest her head on yours. The new position makes her body press into yours. Cheerilee moans into your ear as you resume your rhythm. Her hot, wet body feels amazing. Holding it, loving it is all you care about right now. You rock your hips a bit slower, feeling Cheerilee’s soft insides milk your long, hard shaft. You can feel every bump and groove, especially the ultra-sensitive cum button hidden just behind her clitoris. You pull out a bit further now, making sure the rim of your helmet flicks Cheerilee’s spot with every thrust and also slide all the way inside, pushing on her cervix.

The hot water and Cheerilee’s hot pussy make fucking a terminal effort. Cheerilee’s moaning like crazy, but you’re nearing your personal finish line as well. Cheerilee tosses her wet hair around, her moans shaking from your thrusts.

“Liam!” she shouts. “YES! Right th-There!” Her cute grin is screwed up into a blissful scowl. You secure your footing a little more and pick up the pace, ready to unload.

“I’m close, too, Cheerilee,” you softly say into her ear. Cheerilee’s arms wrap around your neck tighter and tighter, lifting her back from the tiled wall. Shampoo bottles fall to the floor as you ram her pussy hard, sending out screams of terrible bliss into the rest of the room. The world is condensed into one bathtub/shower combo for a moment as the two of you reach climax. Cheerilee’s entire body seizes up in a shuddering orgasm, her throat fixed in elation. You cum with her, shooting again deep inside. Your teeth grind against each other as your cock spurts for what seems like minutes.

The minutes turn to seconds, and the sound of panting can be heard through the hot waterfall. Cheerilee carefully stands on her own feet, letting you slip out. You stand behind Cheerilee and touch her breasts softly, kissing her neck as you both cool down under the hot tap.

The two of you lather, rinse, repeat and wash your sensitive bits extra carefully. You step out and towel off quickly, not too worried about being thorough. Cheerilee’s hair is a disaster after she towels it dry. Her messy mane makes you laugh, just a bit. She touches her hair and moves to the mirror, wipes a stripe dry, and laughs heartily.

You sit on the pot and watch her fix her hair, in no hurry to do anything in particular. After a minute of standing and spooning, Cheerilee pushes you back.

“It’s almost dawn,” she says softly in the steamy room. “I assume we shouldn’t lay back down in my bed. That’s a mess. We could, cuddle on the couch downstairs? I don’t know, I don’t have anything but a few chores to do today. How about you?”

You glance at the glazed window, noting the first orange-yellows to filter through. “I think this warrants one of my sick days.” You take Cheerilee by the hand and grab the doorknob. “Hold on tight,” you command. “It’s gonna be cold.”

Cheerilee sucks her body to you quickly, especially her ample breasts. The door opens out, letting a rush of slightly colder air fly in. “Come on!” you quietly scream. “We’ve only got seconds to get downstairs and find warmth. You’re fading, Cheerilee! Hop on, I’ll get you to safety.”

Cheerilee laughs as you pull her onto your back and make for the stairs, taking slow steps like you’re fighting a blizzard. You make your way down the stairs, nude, and fall onto the couch, bouncing with Cheerilee on the wide cushions. She crawls on top of you, her ass on display to the entire living room. You cover her with butt with your hands and kiss her smiling lips, her curvy body warm on yours.

You barely begin to salivate when three raps on the door ring through the house. Cheerilee cranes her neck and looks. She has to get up to look out the window.

“Ssssshoot! I have no idea who’s car that is. Uh, get upstairs and, toss me a shirt and some pants, quick!”

You spring up, nearly blacking out from the head rush, and take the stairs two at a time. You rifle through Cheerilee’s drawers and find a loose t-shirt and some sweats. You toss them down the stairs as the mystery visitor knocks four more times.

“Coming!” you hear Cheerilee shout as she pulls her pants on. You find your clothes and slip into them, just in case.

“Hi!” Cheerilee says cheerfully. “Can I help you?”

You sit on top of the stairs and listen closely. “Hey, Cheerilee. Long time no see, girl. Remember me?”

A gasp. “No way. No way! Get out! Colgate, how did you, how are you?”

“Great! Good to see you! What’s up this morning? Sorry for coming by so early, but you were always a morning person.”

“Yeah, I suppose I am. Hey, uh-”

“Oooh, who’s wing tips?”

Fuck.

You hear an awkward silence, and some shuffling feet. Ten seconds of silence, fifteen. Then, “Uh, a friend’s.”

“Who? Where’s the strapping young lad at?” Colgate, that’s her name, asks in a hushed and hurried tone.

Cheerilee laughs uneasily. You are just as unsure as to what to do. “Well,” she starts, probably blushing adorably from embarrassment. “I, uh,”

“Oh, come on!” Colgate interjects, inviting herself in. You peer around the corner as she takes in the decor. “Well, Cheerilee, your home looks amazing. But, seriously?” In a near whisper: “Who is the guy? Come on, I won’t judge, you know me.”

“Alright, alright,” Cheerilee says. “It’s just kinda awkward timing, is all. And, kinda unexpected, you know?”

“Oh,” Colgate replies. “I, well, I suppose. I’m sorry for barging in and stuff-”

“Don’t be,” you reply, peering over the railing and down the hall. “We were just about to get some sleep, is all.”

Colgate, a cute girl, likely just as old or younger than Cheerilee, smiles wide and laughs aloud. Her fantastic smile is the first thing you notice, after her curvy figure. “Okay,” Colgate says, nodding and smiling. “Apology, retracted. Cheerilee, care to introduce us?”

Cheerilee sighs heavily and squeezes the bridge of her nose. “Alright. Colgate, Liam. Liam, Colgate. She was my roomie back in college. What she’s doing here in Ponyville is beyond me. What she’s doing in my hallway is a bigger mystery.”

You descend the stairs fully and walk to the kitchen with the girls. “Oh, don’t you know? The Summer Sun Celebration is in Ponyville this year!”

“That’s right!” Cheerilee perks up instantly, giddy as ever. “I can’t believe I forgot. It’s in three Saturdays, right?”

“The twenty-third,” you confirm.

“Well,” Colgate continues. “My old dentist got fired for something, gross, so I had to move out of Manetana.”

“That’s right,” Cheerilee adds. “You’re a dental, something, right?”

“Hygienist,” Colgate replies flatly. “Anyway, I met this cute guy on the train in, that’s, why I’m here so early, and we’re going on a little expedition today. Us as in me and that dude, not, dragging you both along. You look beat, by the way. He was telling me about things to do in town, mentioned the school, weirdly. I asked about you, and I guess he knows of you or something. I couldn't pass up a chance to talk at my gal pal, so, I looked you up in the phone book, and, here I am! You should put a sock on the door or something next time, though, really.”

Cheerilee blushes again. “Like I’d put a sock on the front door!” Cheerilee pulls her bangs out of her red face. “Besides, I kind of just got back on the horse, so to speak.”

“Good for you,” Colgate says happily. She’s pretty damn cute, but her bust is considerably smaller. Besides, Cheerilee looks cuter in her old band shirt and black sweats. Sleepiness wades into your head from behind, taking over your mind bit by bit as the two women catch up after so many years. Topics range from plans for dates, good shoe stores, boring things. You don’t hold on to much of anything at all. Sleep is what occupies your thoughts the most. Sleep, and breakfast.

You yawn and walk to the fridge and pull out your leftovers. Cheerilee only breaks her conversation to acknowledge you. You sit by and half listen, half mentally-undress Cheerilee again. You know she’s nude under her clothes, so it isn’t hard at all. You find yourself hard, however, when the microwave beeps.

You take out your snack and grab a fork. “Cheerilee,” you interupt. “I’m going to eat in the living room.”

“Okay, hun,” Cheerilee says with a big smile. “Colgate, when are you going on your date thing?”

“Not ‘til noon. Why?”

“Because I was gonna kick you out. Liam and I kinda had a long night, if you know what I mean.”

“Not done with him?” Colgate asks. You hear some giggling as you turn the corner. You sit on the couch and listen, as closely as you can.

Cheerilee says something softly, and you can hear some feet shuffling. “I mean, we didn’t get a wink.”

“So he’s that big, huh? Looked like it, the bulge, I mean.”

“My god, I know, right? I don’t know if he does it on purpose, but when I even THINK about that tunnel snake, ah, I don’t even think I need to tell you how fucking wet I get.”

“You don’t need to, but you could,” Colgate giggles a little bit, you hear some shuffling. The meat is on fire on the edges and lukewarm in the middle.

“Come on,” Cheerilee says softly. “I mean, how long ago was that night? With the Jägerbombs and the body shots and the six hundred dollars?”

“Wh-oh, OH!” Colgate snickers knowingly. “I remember now.”

“Four years, right?”

“Shit, uh, yeah, sounds right. What about it?”

“Well, if you’re back in town,”

“Wait,” Colgate interrupts. Your breakfast is almost gone. “You just met this guy, and I just met another guy...”

“So?” Cheerilee laughs softly and says something inaudible, making Colgate chuckle.

“Really? ... That sounds hot, really hot. Think, you think we...”

“Mmhmm. I’m sure he’s down for it, too. You saw that package.”

“You’re damn right I saw it. It’s no fair! You always lucked out with your boy toys and got the well hung ones.”

“What about Erik?”

“Well, okay, I guess you said he was kinda small.”

You stand up and wipe your mouth with a forearm. “But Liam? He’s hung like a hor-”

“You flatter me,” you say flatly, leaning in the doorway. “You could gossip a little quieter, you know.”

Cheerilee’s face is a smiling scarlet, matching Colgate. Cheerilee isn’t so much hiding her face, however. “Who said we wanted to?”

You shrug and place your fork in the sink, moving close to Colgate to throw away the styrofoam take-out box.

You stand between them, close to both women. You lean on the countertop and turn to the blue-haired girl. “You wanna know something cool, Colgate?”

She pulls her two-tone bangs out of her eyes. She’s damn cute. “Lay it on me.”

“Shoes. Look at a guy’s shoes. Size eleven and up, they usually are well hung. It’s not a perfect way to tell, but it usually works.”

Colgate’s cheeks go red when she looks down and sees your feet. “What size are you?” she asks softly.

“Ten.”

Colgate looks up, confused. “Inches, I mean.”

Cheerilee laughs as Colgate covers her mouth. You catch her as Cheerilee drapes her arms over your shoulders, pressing her breasts around your arm. She kisses your cheek and rests her head on your shoulder from the side.

“Speaking of,” you continue levelly. “I think Cheerilee and I were about to retire to the couch.”

“That’s right,” Cheerilee chimes in, rubbing your chest sleepily. “We were, weren’t we?” Her hand travels south along the buttons of your dress shirt. The white garment is wrinkled and obviously not as clean as it once was. Not soiled, by any means, but less than presentable.

“Oh,” Colgate starts, considering, or maybe just visualizing.

“You don’t have to go, Colgate,” Cheerilee whispers in the most seductive tone you’ve ever heard. “Want a snack before your date?” Cheerilee asks, lightly cupping your package. The heel of her palm digs in perfectly, rubbing the half-hard underside and pressing into your sack as her fingers curl underneath.

You reach down and gently caress her ass, squeezing softly. Colgate’s blush deepens, she even exhales hotly as she spies your member.

“Well,” she starts. “I guess, I, a little fooling around couldn't hurt.”

Cheerilee laughs a little bit into your ear and pulls you and Colgate by the hand to the living room. In seconds, your one-night stand is on top of you again, unbuttoning your shirt and fighting your tongue for oral supremacy. Colgate simply sits by, watching your body lose clothing. You lift Cheerilee’s shirt, exposing her bare chest. Colgate audibly gasps, remembering her friend’s cup size. You slip your hands down Cheerilee’s tight sweatpants and slide those down, exposing her wet slit. You leave her pants on up to the mid-thigh, out of the way enough.

Cheerilee loses the tongue duel as you cheat stroking her labia firmly. Colgate slips out of her blouse, not fully content with spectating. Cheerilee sits up a bit and holds her breasts. You take one quickly and suck on the nipple, hard, making her moan a bit more.

“That’s it,” Colgate says quietly. “Can’t fucking take anymore, you guys.” She takes off her small bra, showing you her perky tits. She’s very attractive with her long, slender waist.

Colgate slips down onto the hardwood. Cheerilee’s butt lifts up without your or her effort. Before she can react proper, Cheerilee cries out in pleasure. You look down and watch Colgate’s fingers, three of them, slowly grind around inside Cheerilee. Fluids begin flowing down her thighs, staining your slacks.

Cheerilee leans into you, standing taller on her knees. You lose your line of sight, but gain better access to her big tits. You blindly reach down and feel for her slit, finding her glistening lips and three fingers slowly pumping in them. You touch her lips as you suck and bite Cheerilee’s nipples, then rub her clit. Cheerilee’s moans are quiet, yet deafening. You can her her pussy purr as two hands fuck it.

You squeeze Cheerilee’s tits harder as a hand works on your zipper. You watch Cheerilee’s face as she comes back around, no longer getting fingerfucked, and fix that right away. Her teeth clench shut and her eyes explode as you push three fingers inside, filling her much more than Colgate. And better, it seems. You slowly stroke inside, rubbing against her special spot.

“Oooooh yeeah,” Cheerilee moans, moving her hips with you. You feel fingers wrap around your member and carefully pull, then cold air as it stands up into the room.

“Got a good angle, Colgate?”

“Great,” she softly says. You feel the chill of Cheerilee’s juices cooling on your tool, lubricating you all the same. You manage to adjust to get your head to prod Cheerilee’s clit, making her whimper in delight. Colgate sees your tactic and strokes faster. She stops to wipe up the precum and coat your head. That sensation is beyond amazing, and soon your new favorite of the session.

After a bit, you can feel Cheerilee shaking some on top of you, mainly her large breast in your dry hand. “You close, honey?”

“Yeah!” Cheerilee quietly screams in your ear. You fingerbang her faster and thrust up into her clitoris.

“Oh, fucking cut it out and just put it in, for fuck’s sake!” Cheerilee stands tall on her knees, her hand reaching down to guide your cock. Her pussy lips part for you easily, but her insides are tight as ever. The slimy walls hotly compress you as you descend up into her slit. Inch by inch, the progress is slow but constant. You have to bite back your pleasure as Cheerilee accepts you in, her silken walls so hot and tight.

At last, Cheerilee accepts all of you, and can’t help but convulse a bit. You hold her shuddering shoulders to you and feel her quiver for twenty seconds or so. The shaking is like a vibrator, a soft, wet, spasmodically tight vibrator around your entire organ.

She stops, finally, and pushes herself back, leaning fully onto your girth.

“You cum or something?”

Cheerilee smiles wide and nods. “Yeah, or something. Fuck, I can’t think straight, Liam.”

Colgate appears on the couch to your right again, nude, save for her cute little blue panites. The little navy blue spot draws your eye easily.

“How do you wanna, uh,” Colgate looks up and down the two of you, drinking in the sight. “I mean, if you two wanna.”

“I wanna. How about you, Liam?”

“Sure,” you say as you stroke Cheerilee’s back, her tight pussy still squeezing on your erect member. “What are you wet for, Colgate?”

“Cock,” she quietly says. You hear her just fine, but her voice is extremely erotic.

Cheerilee smiles down at you, but you feign ignorance. “What was that?” you ask.

“Cock,” she says again, still shyly.

“Louder, honey.”

“Cock! Liam, pull out of her and ram that fucking thing in me, NOW!” Colgate covers her mouth and leans back into a pile of pillows.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

Cheerilee laughs again, distracting you for a moment. You can’t pass up a long, intimate kiss before pulling out. After a thirty-second embrace, you gently push Cheerilee back and help her off of you. Her cunt sucks at your solid tool like it doesn’t want to say goodbye. You can hear a tiny wet noise as Cheerilee finally unimpales herself.

You turn to Colgate, her face red and her knees touching. You can see her wet and blue panties from this angle, however, and the sight is very hot. You get on your hands and knees and move to her. Colgate sheepishly spreads her legs as you touch her knee.

She’s soaked. Her upper thighs are slick and smell wonderful. You run your fingers up her leg, trace her labia lightly through the fabric. Colgate tries to stifle her moans, in vain.

“She’s really sensitive,” Cheerilee says, standing nude behind her. “Right? How many times did what’s his name make you cum? Twenty?”

“Uh, the drummer, right? Yeah, something like twenty. I think you got me to like, ten, twelv-”

“Fifteen!” Cheerilee bends over and kisses Colgate right on the lips, upside down. You pull at her panties in the meantime. Colgate puts her knees together and lifts her ass to help out. Her pubic hair is trimmed to a cute little swirl, or some shape. You touch it briefly and run a finger down to her clit and circle it. Her entire body reacts, but only a little bit. Cheerilee reaches down and touches her breast as you familiarize yourself with Colgate’s fresh pussy.

She’s absolutely drenched. Slipping in two fingers in between her glistening petals is easy, until the second knuckle. Colgate quietly shrieks, arching her back and grabbing at the backrest of the sectional. Colgate grabs a pillow and bites down to stifle her screams. You twist your wrist around and touch her special spot, comparatively easy to find, and tickle her. A tiny bit of girlcum trickles out, off-white and mostly transparent.

“See? Fucking sensitive.” Cheerilee licks Colgate right on the cheek and moves around to you. You pull out your two fingers and let Cheerilee suck the juice off. Cheerilee takes over for you, so you move and let her work. You just sit back behind her, her cute ass sticking up right at you. You touch Cheerilee’s twat as she eats out Colgate.

You kneel behind Cheerilee and stick three fingers in to start. She moans, almost as much as Colgate does.

“Put it in, Liam,” Cheerilee begs over her shoulder.

You don’t fuck around anymore and set to fucking Cheerilee from behind. You slowly push in, feeling her pussy slowly suck you in again.

“Fuck, Cheerilee, you’re so damn tight.” You swallow hard and grab Cheerilee’s hips. You push until your hips hit Cheerilee’s nice round ass. You catch Colgate’s eyes as Cheerilee works on her pussy. She smiles up at you with perfect teeth.

You grin back, then look down at Cheerilee’s ass. You hear the girls moan out loud and watch your cock slip deep inside. You begin to thrust a bit as Cheerilee fingers Colgate roughly. In under a minute, she’s orgasming again. You watch Cheerilee lick up the excess fluids and go right back to it.

Finding a rhythm this go around is a bit tougher, with Cheerilee more occupied than before. You grip her hips and try your best, and eventually get a quick pace with long strokes. You nearly pull out, but then ram your cock back in three dozen times. Cheerilee’s tight pussy makes it tough, but rewarding. She begins to help out with the humping, finding a way to better please Colgate with her fingers. The new girl, the newer girl, is already convulsing again. She’s adorable when in agonizing climax.

Cheerilee comes up for air and cranes her neck around to look at you. “It’s great, baby, but could we take a little break? I think Colgate wants a turn.”

“Ah, yeah yeah!” Colgate sits up, panting lightly. “God, I’m not even close to done with the two of you.”

“What about your date?” Cheerilee quietly inquires.

“Fuck that,” Colgate says as she stands up to stretch. She touches her toes in front of you, showing off her fantastically petite body.

“Damn,” you hear Cheerilee whisper as she pulls your cock out from her. “Okay, now what?”

“Now, Colgate gets fucked.” You grab her little waist and pull her down, screaming and giggling to the couch and lay her down. Cheerilee kneels over her face, smiling down at her.

“Ooooh, Cheerilee, you look gooooood.” Colgate happily closes her eyes and opens up for her girl’s cherry-pink pussy. You prod Colgate’s tight entrance and watch Cheerilee’s glistening petals get parted by Colgate’s quick tongue.

You start to push inside, feeling Colgate slowly accept you, but she stops you before your head pops in.

“Ow, ow ow, no way, Liam,” she says quickly. “It’s, it’s too big, I can’t. S-sorry.” Colgate covers her pussy with four fingers and looks up at you, tears in her eyes.

“Fucking...” You stroke yourself a bit, thinking of a position to ease into things. Cheerilee shrugs and lays on her back for Colgate. They go right onto oral sex, Colgate devouring Cheerilee’s delicious slit. You grab Colgate’s tight ass in both hands and spread her cheeks for fun. You spy her dark rim and get an idea.

“AH-!!!” Colgate cries out sharply, muted instantly by pain. “Oooooww! Who said anything about there?!” Her shrill voice is desperate, edging on desperate. She’s drenched, still, obviously horny as hell.

“Just a finger,” you tell her in a low tone. You pull your first digit out of her anus slowly, watching as it clenches around your finger. You rifle through your wallet and pull out your first rubber of two. Carefully, you roll it onto the first to fingers of your weak hand, the one with one soiled finger. Colgate and Cheerilee watch intently, and worriedly, as you push inside her pussy.

Colgate’s little hips shake some as you fingerbang her with protection, still able to finger her hardened and slightly bulbous g-spot. She bites her lip and falls forward into Cheerilee, clearly going crazy.

Colgate seems to faint a bit when you really push into her g-spot and wobble your fingers around forcefully. Her breathing turns into rapid panting, then desperate moaning. You stop to gently spread her walls and try again at penetrating, the condom still all the way inside. Colgate doesn’t object as you begin to push, nor when your head finally slips in.

You wipe your dirty finger on a napkin and toss it aside, to Cheerilee’s annoyance. “Would you rather have it in your ass?” you ask Colgate. She can only moan, so you’re unsure. Either way, her cunt is like a hot vise grip. You can only push in about four inches before it becomes too painful. Cheerilee fingers herself, making another mess on her sofa. Colgate’s useless to resist or give.

“Bored?” you ask Cheerilee through clenched teeth. Colgate’s so tight, but definitely loving just the comparatively mild fucking.

“A bit,” Cheerilee answers, rubbing her labia slowly.

You pull out and roll Colgate on her side, then lift her leg up, her tight ass facing the back of the couch. Colgate comes back around to coherency and lays her shoulders flat to the cushions. Cheerilee then hops up and kneels over her face again, moaning in two seconds as Colgate’s deft tongue resumes. You pull out the protection, surely not needing it, and hold Colgate’s shapely thigh high and try to press into her pussy. It takes some major adjustment, but this way, her cunt isn’t too unfuckably tight. Colgate moans hotly as you push deeper inside than before. Once you make a little headway, both literally and figuratively, you smile and lean forward to steal a kiss from Cheerilee, impaling Colgate about seven inches.

“Better, baby?” you whisper. Cheerilee nods, her face red and inches from yours. You lift Colgate’s leg and thrust a harder, audibly pushing deeper.

You gently roll your hips forward and back, making Colgate cry out into Cheerilee’s groin. A generous amount of fluid trickles down her thigh and over your hand as you try to collect some. You lube up the portion of your shaft that’s still exposed as Colgate cums around it. Her soft, tight cunt squeezes and spasms around your maleness, making you clench your teeth again. It’s so good, so hot, so wet, so tight, you can’t bear much more.

Regardless, you try, even through Colgate’s prolonged climax. Her pussy clenches down on you, stroking and sucking and squeezing your cock as you find a shallow rhythm.

“Fuck, Colgate,” you say in unison with Cheerilee. The two of you look up and into each other’s eyes. Cheerilee smiles and goes back to riding and squeezing her breast, dropping her gaze to the penetration.

“Jeez, that looks kinda painful. Hot, but painful. God, ah, she’s so wet, too. Did she just cum?”

“Mmmhmm!”

“Yeah she did,” you say, holding Cheerilee’s free breast in your strong hand. Colgate whimpers as you roll your hips forward and pick up the pace. “She’s gonna cum again, too.”

“God, when she does, her tongue goes crazy! Make her cum, please? Please, Liam, I’m so close!” Cheerilee rubs her clit some and pinches her nipple, you pinch her other one, and hard.

“YES! Oh, fuck! Liam, fuck Colgate and make us cum, then cum on my face. I love facials, I love thick, hot semen all over my face!”

You feel your limit nearing with every thrust and every word. You twist Cheerilee’s nipple and squeeze as hard as you can on instinct, thrusting even harder and faster. “YES! OH, YES! Again, harder! Fuck, Colgate, yeah suck and lick that, just like that. I’m gonna, so close!”

You squeeze and twist again, feeling a tightness in your core muscles. “YES! YES, FUCK YES!” Cheerilee screams out at the top of her lungs and falls forward into you. You easily catch her and fuck Colgate as hard as you can. She cries out in pained pleasure as well, but she’s muffled by Cheerilee’s wet, spurting pussy. You look down and watch at least eight inches of cock ram into Colgate. You think you can feel her cervix, but it’s hard to tell. Either way, it won’t last long.

Colgate cums next, and Cheerilee is awake enough to push on your stomach and make you pull out. You can hear Colgate’s cries in full, now. She’s a quiet screamer, but this orgasm’s a big one. Pussy juice squirts out like an explosion, drenching Cheerilee’s face and splashing all over. Papers on the coffee table are dotted, your thighs and stomach are sprayed some, the couch is soaked, completely drenched nearest where Cheerilee’s bangs hang down. The sight, warmth and aroma make your cock throb dangerously.

You pull Cheerilee’s face up to look at you, and she sucks your cock into her mouth the first second she can. Your brain ignites at the sight and sensation of Cheerilee’s cheeks caving in from suction. You push her down and grab your canon simultaneously, aiming for her wet bangs.

“I want my cum!” Cheerilee shouts and opens wide, showing off how much she can hold in her mouth. You pull her down onto the floor and make her stand on her knees. Just as Cheerilee positions herself in front of Colgate, still twitching and mumbling, you stroke your whole slick shaft. It takes two seconds to explode. More cum shoots out than earlier, even than the first shot. A dozen ropes launch and land on Cheerilee’s face, tits, hair, eyes, most shots are quite long. Cheerilee opens her cleaner eye and sucks off the dribble, then cleans your fingers.

“Wha a -agkin’ woah, Wiah.” Cheerilee beams, slouching in victory, rubbing the cum on her chest into her skin. You sit down next to Colgate and get a free dick-cleaning. You watch Cheerilee turn and sit on the couch, her face a mess. She drools your seed into her hand and wipes her eye with her other hand.

“Holy shit, Liam. That was, what, number four? Still so much for me, I feel pretty.” Cheerilee smiles wide and chuckles, cleaning her face off tissue by tissue.

“Sorry ‘bout the mess, Cheer,” Colgate says softly, taking a short break from sucking on your spent rifle. “You knew how wet I can make thin-ah, things. Sorry.” You lay back and let Colgate move up to rest her head on your chest, your tool now covered in spit alone.

Cheerilee drops a tissue in the growing pile and grabs another. “I’ll have to do some cleaning, sure, but it’s definitely worth it. Colgate, it’s been too long, girlfriend.”

“Couldn’t agree more.” Colgate sighs, contented. Her delicate and dexterous hand lays flat on your chest as you half-fight your eyelids. Cheerilee wipes her face with one last tissue and grabs the pile in two hands, unable to carry them all. You yawn and get up to help. The two of you make it to the trash can in one run, but Cheerilee gets first dibs on the downstairs bathroom.

You climb the stairs and use the master bath. After leak and a wash up and a trip back downstairs, you find Colgate putting her underwear back on. You lay down on the couch, still nude, and hold her as she sits in your lap.

“You alright, Colgate? You really seemed in trouble back there.”

“I’m alright,” she says quietly. laying down with you. “You’re just well hung, is all. I’m tight, and my doctor said I have a condition, but it’s not really treatable.” Colgate grabs her purse and pulls out a lighter and a pack of Marelboro reds. You take a cigarette, even if you don’t smoke.

“Yeah,” she continues, relaxing into your embrace and blowing towards the ajar window. “I cum at least twice during every visit, actually. My gynecologist is a pretty cute guy, says my condition is rare, treatable even.” Colgate takes a drag and ashes into a glass candle lid.

“Why would you wanna?” Cheerilee asks, nude in the doorway to the kitchen. She saunters over and lays on your other side, nuzzling close. Colgate rolls over on top of you, pressing her petite butt into your groin.

“Exactlly,” she says softly. “Anyway, he says my condition is hardly an issue. I just have, like, too many nerve endings or some shit, I forget. For all intents and purposes, I orgasm at least three times a day, sometimes in public.”

“That’s hot,” you whisper, stroking her torso. “How many did you have today?”

“Shit, I don’t remember. At least seven, I lost count.”

“And she’s a squirter,” Cheerilee adds, chuckling and taking your cigarette. You’re done with the thing anyway.

“I know, I’m laying right in the wet spot.” Colgate and Cheerilee laugh a little bit and both wriggle around some, adjusting to get comfy and to touch you and each other. Cheerilee slowly kisses you, trading breath for tongue and spit. She brushed her teeth, it seems, as her mintiness spreads to your mouth. The flavor of breakfast mixes sourly, but it’s not that bad. You hold Cheerilee closer and kiss Colgate’s neck. Your eyelids fall at last, tiny pencil leads weighing them down. Colgate and Cheerilee whisper some pillow talk as you drift off into post-coitous slumber.

Author's Notes:

It's not essential, but if you pretend yourself to be a young, hunkly Liam Neeson, I think the story is way more fun. I reread part of this while investigating a plagarism claim and found that pretending to be Dad from fallout 3 dirty talking Cheerilee was great.

If not, you can't unhear it, sue me.