Teaching Sandbar
I walked silently through Ponyville, sticking to the shadows and avoiding eye contact with anypony. The clock in Town Hall struck seven and I realized my tummy was rumbly. Pinkie had given me only sugary cupcakes and donuts for breakfast. The breakfast was nice of Pinkie, and tasty, but not something to stick with a pony for hours and hours.
To put it in simple terms, I was starving, and it would be midnight before Pinkie finished her emergency catering job. I was stuck alone. I looked across Town Square at Café Hay, my mouth watering and licking my lips, but I couldn't bring myself to go there by myself. If Pinkie had been with me, I could have pointed to my choice on the menu and Mmmhmmed an order to the waiter... but not by myself. My entire body shook at the idea.
Maud lived just outside of town, and usually would cook me a meal, but I couldn't go visit her, either, since Mudbriar was in estrus and those two were... busy.
I left town square and wandered to the park, where I sat down on a bench overlooking the pond. A chill breeze blew from the east and the late autumn sun was setting in the west. I soon found myself shivering, on top of the hunger.
My plan was to sit there and feel sorry for myself for a few minutes, then head back to Pinkie's room above Sugarcube Corner and curl up on her bed, pull the blankets over my head, and feel sorry for myself there.
A teenager trotted past, heading down the trail, just as my stomach gave its loudest grumble yet. He stopped and looked at me. "You okay, Miss?"
'Miss.' Ouch. At least he hadn't called me ma'am, but I wasn't that much older than him, really.
"Mmm-hmmm," I said, looking at my forehooves.
My tummy rumbled again.
He dug into his shoulderbag and pulled out a greasy paper-wrapped... something. The wind shifted just then, bringing the smell of fresh baked bread, melted cheese, butter, and grilled portobello and poblano to my nose. My jaw dropped open and my nose lifted up as I sniffed deeply, unable to control myself. "I have an extra," he said.
I shook my head no, looking down again. He plopped onto the bench, on the opposite side, not too close to me, and waved the wrapped sandwich at me. "It's an exxxxtraaaa...." he said in a sing-song voice. "I'm Sandbar."
"Mmmmmm," I said.
His eyes narrowed. "Professor Pie told us her twin sister was visiting Ponyville. Miss Marble?"
"Mmmhmm," I said, with a nod. My tummy rumbled again and I took the sandwich from him. He pulled a second one out, unwrapped it, and started munching. I looked at it and my hunger overwhelmed my social anxiety. I unwrapped the sandwich and sniffed, the mixture of scents filling my sinuses.
I took a bite. Hot and buttery, the bread nicely toasted and the cheese still melty. The poblano was charred but still crunchy, giving just a hint of heat, and the portabello was thick and meaty.
"Mmmmmmmm," I moaned, my eyes widening. That sandwich was better than some orgasms I'd had. Any of the ones from Limestone, for instance.
He smiled. "Good, huh? My mom made it for me."
Looking at him, I raised one eyebrow.
"I live at the Friendship School, but I'm from Ponyville."
I nodded and took another bite.
"Miss Maud is your sister, too? We've met her. She substituted once or twice, and does standup on the weekend at the club."
I looked at him and gave a tiny nod.
"I think Mudbriar is my.... fifth cousin? Sixth? All the earth ponies from Ponyville are related. That'll make me and you sixth-cousins-in-law when Maud and he get married, I guess."
I smiled, then took another bite. I'd nearly finished the sandwich, whereas he was eating slowly.
"Mom says I need to marry somepony non-local, from the School, so that they're not a cousin." He laughed and shook his head.
"Mmmm?"
"I'm not worried about that yet," he said. "But you know how moms are."
I rolled my eyes and then grinned at him.
"Exactly," he said.
I finished my sandwich, wadded up the paper, and bucked it into a trash can about ten steps away. "Mmmm."
"You're welcome," he said.
From the corner of one eye, I looked at him. He had the scrawny, ribs-visible look of a teenager in the midst of a growth spurt. It was obvious he had several more inches and quite a few pounds to go before his final size. He probably needed the sandwich much more than I did, and suddenly I felt guilty about having taken the calories from him.
I scooted toward him on the bench and wrapped my forelegs around myself. The sun was setting and the wind was getting cooler. "Mmmmm," I whined, shivering dramatically.
Sandbar finished his sandwich, scooted across the bench until his flank touched mine, and threw a foreleg around my shoulders. "It's going to be the first cold night of the year, I think," he said. "Well, autumn's coming."
I leaned my weight onto him. "Oof!" he said. Yes, I should have left the sandwich to him. He weighed a lot less than me, and needed to put more meat on his bones.
Well, I had one thing he could eat...
The sun dipped under the horizon. There weren't any street lights around the pond, so darkness found us. The temperature dropped a little more, and Sandbar snuggled closer to me.
Nuzzling up under his chin, I closed my eyes and enjoyed his warmth. He smelled... very masculine. Like he'd been exercising. His foreleg, around my shoulder, tightened.
"Miss Marble..." he whispered.
"Unh-uh," I said firmly.
"Just Marble?"
"Mmmhmm."
"This feels nice."
I raised my snout an inch or two and nibbled the underside of his chin. He gasped and shuddered.I felt gooseflesh erupt across his flank and belly.
"Oh!" he gasped. I nibbled downward, along his jawline, across his neck, down to his collarbone. His foreleg rubbed up and down my back, along my spine, in response. His touch was firm and gooseflesh of my own broke out.
What was I doing? I knew it wasn't a good idea to start kissing and necking with a random teenager I'd met a half-hour before. (I was also desperately grateful the sandwiches hadn't contained onions, since I knew we would be kissing deeply soon.)
On the other hoof, I would be able to really tease Pinkie about this. The night before, Pinkie had gotten home from teaching, dragging Thunderlane, his ballsack clamped in her jaw, and dropped him on the bed and put him in a buckball jersey. "I just coached the students' buckball team!" Pinkie shouted. "I would never, ever, ever touch a student but Thunderlane here is going to blast my ass while he wears one of our jerseys."
"I'm going to what?"
I asked, "Hmmmmpf?"
"Of course Thunderlane doesn't mind if I eat you out while he pounds me."
"I don't mind what!?"
I had smiled at that and headed to join them on the bed.
Now, sitting on the bench with one of Pinkie's students—well, I wasn't a teacher, so I could touch him. Oh, yes, Pinkie would hear about this. And smell his cum dripping from me. And be jealous.
My nibbles turned to bites and I worked lower, across his chest, down to his sternum, to his belly...
And finally, to his cock. In the dim light of downtown Ponyville, reflected off the low clouds, I could see his cock peeking ever so slightly out of his sheath.
Goodness, even if I can't cock out loud, in the privacy of my thoughts...
His cock. My tongue brushed his tip and he gasped, jerking on the bench, his foreleg pausing its stroking down my spine. "Miss Marble..." he whispered. "What... what're..."
I wrapped my lips around his tip, squeezing the ridge of his glans and letting my tongue play with the slit at the tip. He hardened fast, poking upward and leaving his sheath, filling out. His cock throbbed larger with every heartbeat. The diameter of his glans grew, as measured by my lips, and I rubbed his balls with a hoof, helping him harden even faster. His balls were big, heavy against my hoof.
He leaned back, both forelegs thrown along the top of the bench, eyes closed and pointed at the sky as I sucked and began dipping my head up-and-down on his shaft.
Like his body, his cock was not full grown. It wouldn't be the biggest I'd ever had but my gosh, thanks to his age, it was far and away the hardest I'd ever encountered. I couldn't deep-throat him at all since his shaft wouldn't bend even the smallest bit. I just ended up choking myself.
"You okay?" he asked, looking at me as I popped off his shaft to get some air.
I nodded, smiled, and leaned up to kiss him, my hoof still massaging his balls. He kissed back, nibbling my lips and letting his tongue slip into my mouth. I shuddered, feeling my own wetness growing. He was a good kisser, and that gave me hope he would be a good lover, too, once he was inside me.
Turning around, I laid down, longwise along the bench and tucking my legs under me. I raised my tail and looked at him over my shoulder.
He looked down at my backside, panting, his cock throbbing, and licked his lips. The light was poor, but I saw his eyes widen. He plopped himself down on the bench and buried his face under my tail.
"MMmmmMMMmmm!" I squealed, sticking my forehooves in my mouth. He'd gone straight for my clit, which probably meant he was used to eating out other teenagers whose motors started that fast, rather than eating twenty-somethings like me who needed to be started up, first. It hurt for a second but then I found myself warming up very nicely. His tongue was warm against the chilly night and strong, brushing up-and-down on my clit in between quick sucks, his whole mouth clamping around it.
He then licked up between my labia and back down, a light brush followed by a sudden deep press into my vagina and I screamed "Mmmmmm!" into the night. He sucked and nibbled my labia. I felt my own wetness gushing over his muzzle and my tail and my ears shot straight up, as erect as his cock, and my pussy throbbed in anticipation. Massive spasms wracked my midsection as the muscles around my womb throbbed, my own sexual tension building up, my body wanted to be fully stuffed, right now.
With sloppy, wet lapping sounds, he shifted attention back to my clit and I accidentally screamed, "Gaaaaaah!!"
As he hit my clit and after I screamed, I shoved my forehooves back in my mouth and my mane fell over my eyes. I just closed my eyes and let touch and smell and sound wash over me. I started jerking my whole body backwards, only tiny fractions of a hoofwidth but enough to show him I was getting into it and he was doing a good job. His mouth warmed and teased my pussy as the cold breeze ruffled my fur. The smell of his masculine body and my own pussy were lost in the breeze, but the pond's autumn smell of algae and decay assaulted my nose as the licky-lappy sounds of his tongue mixed in my ears with the calls of the night birds and croaking frogs.
I don't know how long I let him keep that up, but my belly was knotted as tight as a diamond dog bitch in heat and my inner thighs and pubic fluff were soaked with my flows and I guessed the excitement I'd given him with the blowjob was worn off enough to restore his endurance.
I lowered my tail and used one hoof to push him away from my rump.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his face dripping with my pussy juices. I turned around and kissed him, licking along his cheeks, the top of his snout, getting my own taste off of him.
Moaning low in my throat, I closed my eyes and swallowed, shaking at the sheer eroticism of licking my own most intimate flows off his face. I leaned in close and sniffed, bathing in the mixture of my smell and his. I reached a forehoof down to rub myself while reaching the other down to massage his balls. Sandbar lost his balance and plopped backwards, onto his tail, on the bench.
Opening my eyes, I brushed the mane out of my face and locked my gaze into his, then lowered my gaze to his cock. My earlier evaluation seemed to have been right: his belly was flat, his ribs showing, his muscles wiry with the lankiness of his age. His erection throbbed, proudly vertical like a flagpole.
Turning around, I squatted, planting my rear legs wide on the bench, my rump hanging just off the bench and over the ground, and spread my elbows wide across the top of the bench's backrest, resting my chin between my forelegs.
I wagged my tail. "Mmmmm?" I asked.
"No," he said. "No my first time. My... fifth."
Awesome, I thought to myself. Not hopelessly inexperienced, but not set in any bad habits, either.
I flicked my tail impatiently. He hopped off the bench, sidestepped, and planted his forelegs on either side of my waist, standing behind me, the tip of his cock brushing the inside of my right thigh as it pulsed with his heartbeat.
He started digging into his bag.
"Nuh-uh," I said.
"No condom?" he said.
I flicked my tail angrily.
He pressed his hips forward and up, spearing the hot wetness of my snatch. His glans pressed my labia wide and pushed through the tightness of my opening, and about halfway up my depths.
"Fuck!" I said. "That's good."
"You can talk?!"
"Only when I'm taking cock," I replied.
"How in Equestria—"
"The neurologist said it's from making a filly process too much arsenic and cadmium on the rock farm."
"How did you discover...?"
"We don't talk about that," I said. Limestone had nearly had a heart attack, and hadn't been able to get hard again for a week.
He shrugged and finished his insertion, his hips hitting my rump as his cock drove up and into me.
My eyes closed and I clenched my vagina around his shaft. He gasped, "Yipe!" at my grip.
I smiled over my shoulder at him. "I break geodes open that way, but don't worry, I'll be gentle with you."
It felt wonderful, his hard, warm masculinity filling me. My heartbeat dropped into time with his heartbeat, and he throbbed inside me as I throbbed around him. I was excited, completely wet, from him eating me out, so his shaft was wonderfully silky-smooth and lubed.
With a sigh, I relaxed, letting my weight settle a little bit down onto him. Stress that I didn't even know I was carrying relaxed out of my shoulders and neck and ran down my body and out my pussy, as if it was escaping around his cock. It was like getting a hot stone massage, except with cock.
He pulled out, his cock's head scraping down by channel and we both gave small moans. More of my own wetness soaked into the fur around my opening as he pulled out.
At the bottom of his stroke, he instantly reversed and slammed back in, hard and fast, hilting himself, then holding still, pressing up against me, lifting my rump an inch off the bench with his muscular strength.
I savored that. He was, indeed, not the biggest cock I'd ever had inside me—let's be honest, Maud is probably the world record in that department—but he was big enough that his angle had plowed over my g-spot on the way in, and his lanky, wiry teenage muscles clenched wonderfully where he touched my butt and thighs. His forehooves slid in, along the seat of the bench, until his forelegs pressed hard into me, just below the ribs, and the pressure of his hard body against my belly made me squirt across his balls.
"Wow, what was—" he said
"Start humping. I'm going to cum so much..."
He slid out and back in, hitting my g-spot and filling me once more. My whole insides seemed to clench up and flame as my excitement built. My eyes clamped shut and I focused on deep breathing as his humping turned into a steady rhythm, three short thrusts hitting my g-spot and then a fourth, fully deep thrust to make me gasp, then repeat. His speed increased and his panting grew faster and deeper as I focused on the sensation of letting him pound me.
I came, hard, my pussy clenching and the tightness across my torso releasing and I squirted such a huge load across his balls that he would have been justified in worrying I'd peed on him but he just kept pumping, hitting my insides as I came and that pounding made my orgasm build on itself and it just kept rocking and my ears were so stiff they hurt and I said "MMMMMM!!!!" and then after ten thousand years my orgasm passed and my whole body tingled and he was still pounding me and it felt so good.
I let my mind wander as the echoes of the orgasm in my head faded, I thought about how I had so successfully and so easily seduced him, thinking about how lean and tight his body was, and thinking about how my juices would be smeared across his cock and his balls when he got back to his dorm, and how the other students would smell him and wonder just who he had—
"Take me in my bottom," I said.
"What?" he paused at the bottom of an out-stroke, his tip barely touching my labia.
"Bottom."
"But—but that's where poop comes out."
I turned around and looked at him. "So, never done that before?"
He shook his head and then touched his shoulder bag. "Should I get the condom now?"
"I want you to smell like me. I want to mark my territory."
He just nodded and pulled back, breaking contact with my slit. He swallowed loudly and his ears wilted, nervous and unsure.
I didn't usually do this. In fact, the only pony I'd let up my bottom before was Limestone, since her cock was so small. Sandbar—even if not yet full-grown—was much bigger than her, so I was certainly concerned that this might be a mistake on my part...
...but I didn't care anymore.
Using a forehoof, he guided his tip and pressed against my bottomhole. Oh, that felt wonderful! My bottom tingled with the pressure of him as he slowly pressed upwards. His cock was slick with my juices and he slid up, in, steadily but slowly, and with a pop! the ridge of his glans was through my bottom and he was inside me and I came again, instantly, my bottom clamping down so hard on him he gasped in pain.
"Good?" I asked.
"Oh my goodness. I've—I've had sex before, but this is amazing. You're tighter than a changeling's cloaca."
I laughed. "Poop comes out of there, too."
"Not really. Not if their diet is purely love."
I had no reply to that. "Fuck me. Gently."
He pressed further in and I felt every inch of him as he split me wide and hilted deep. My gosh! It didn't hurt at all. And Limestone had nothing on his size. I panted as another orgasm built, my inside clenching again, winding up.
As he pulled back and down, the rippling, slick movement of his cock out of my bottom wound me up even more. His ridge caught on the inside of my anus and he reversed, pushing back into me. I pressed my rump back, riding down on his shaft as he pushed up and in, then we built into a quick, short rhythm as we fucked in time. With the suddenness of a lightning bolt, my bottomgasm hit and I squirted pussy juice and moaned and flicked my tail and clenched my bottom around his shaft and he shouted something like "Nrrrgharph!" and his cock pulsed in my hole, finally a wonderful painful-pleasure as he stretched out my ring of muscle. He pulsed five or six times, unloading his huge load up my bottom, then he collapsed forward, his belly against my spine and almost dislocating my tail as he bent it too far forward before I got it out of his way.
I squirted once more then collapsed against the bench myself. He pulled out of me and cum hit the grass with a loud plop. The wind had died and I smelled the mixture of my pussy, my bottom, and his cum, and I sighed in satisfaction.
"That was great," he said, settling onto the bench next to me. I climbed into his lap and hugged around his shoulders as he hugged around my torso. My wet pussy and drippy bottom pressed against his softening cock and soaking ballsack. "I'd like to see you again, Marble. Do you visit Ponyville often?"
"Mmmmhmmm," I said.
"Awesome," Sandbar replied.
Closing my eyes, I just enjoyed the tightness of his hug, the smoothness of his fur, the hardness of his muscles, and the smell of our mingled fluids.