Cream, little to their knowledge, was only a few streets away. She was with her teacher Alexander, who had driven her to the park. This all began when Cream had entered the classroom after lunch wearing nothing but a bikini. Alexander tried a different tactic - just ignore her - but it failed catastrophically when she managed to sneak out a huge dildo and slip it into her pussy with no one being the wiser. He wasn't exactly certain how she did it without him noticing at first, but he definitely noticed when he sat back down at his desk and looked up to see her pumping it in and out of her young tight pussy.

Alexander immediately, but quietly, gave her detention. He couldn't have students masturbating in class. At least that's what he told himself. Somehow, despite his conviction to not let her get in a position to seduce him again, he found himself driving Cream to a nearby park where they could fuck in private, with just a mild threat of getting caught.

Cream had stripped off the bikini and sat back down on his lap in the driver's seat, letting his huge erect horse cock slip into her pussy. Alexander fucked her with a combination of enthusiasm and frustration. Outside of work, he was sexually frustrated. Due to his exceptionally large cock size, it was difficult to find any woman who could endure the length. Not many normal women were into getting stretched despite what porn would imply, and there weren't a lot of mares around Mobotropolis despite its metropolitan status.

On top of that, this cheeky, promiscuous little slut teased, challenged and antagonized him until he found himself regularly emptying his balls into her bunny womb. He regularly called back to a conference with the school board about teachers who were caught in intimate relationships with their students. He did not want to put his teaching career at risk by having sex with Cream. At the same time, however, she was somehow able to do even what women twice her age were either reluctant to or could not do.

Cream bounced aggressively on his lap as both of them were on the verge of climax. That would have been enough for Alexander. That Cream's vaginal muscles were quivering around his shaft moments before her orgasm would have been enough. That she also clenched her legs together to tighten her grip on his cock as she prepared to milk it dry; that, too, would have been enough. But Cream had to take it a step beyond even all of that and pull out a magic wand from her backpack full of depraved toys, put it to her clit and turn it to high.

"HYAAAAAAHHHH! HAAAAAAAHHH AAUUUUHHHH!" Cream squealed loudly as she had an overwhelming, shattering orgasm. Her vaginal muscles pulsed around Alexander's dick, seemingly trying to milk him like a cow. Seeing, feeling, and especially hearing her have such a powerful climax on top of him, along with feeling the vibrations of the wand through her petite body, caused Alexander to cum harder than he had in a very long time. She squirted a gout of musky liquid onto the steering wheel column. She could feel her teacher's hot wad of sperm filling up her womb, actually distending her stomach as her body adjusted itself to accept it all.

After Alexander finished pumping her full of sperm, Cream opened the driver door to his car, slipped off his dick, and hopped out. She was still in mid-climax, and completely naked besides, but she had remarkable balance.

"Mmn, I love fucking you, Mr. Clydesdale!" she said teasingly. She turned around and, still holding the magic wand to her love button, gyrated her hips back and forth. Alexander's seed oozed out of her gaping pussy.

"Please, Cream... this can't go on." Alexander said weakly, holding his face in his hands.

"Don't you think it's a little late to have regrets?" Cream asked.

"It's bad enough that I let it go this far. It has to stop now."

"You said the same thing last week, too, you know."

She was right, but Alexander didn't want to admit it. He was torn between his duty as a teacher, and finally finding someone able to give him what he needed. That she was also underaged was its own issue and not one he was prepared to address on top of everything else.

"Just... take your backpack and go home." Alexander said. He grabbed Cream's backpack from the passenger seat and handed it over to her. It contained her clothes (such as they were) somewhere in there, and her shoes were attached to a boot clip, but he honestly wasn't sure if she was going to put them back on.

"Alright. See you tomorrow, Mr. Clydesdale!" she said teasingly. She slipped her arm through one of the straps while keeping the magic wand on her clit with her free hand. Her eyes suddenly glazed over and her legs trembled as she had another orgasm. Alexander shook his head, closed the door and started up the car. He was disgusted at himself, but he didn't know if he was more disgusted for having had sex with a fourteen year old or the possibility that he enjoyed having sex with her because she was fourteen. Again, he wasn't prepared to address that, and he drove off out of the park parking lot.

After Cream brought herself to orgasm one final time, she put the magic wand back into her backpack and began to make her way home. She didn't bother to put her clothes back on. The streets were still pretty empty as it was midday, but there were still a few people on the streets. Cream walked home with complete confidence as if she wasn't completely naked. It was a truly liberating and thrilling experience. A few passersby gave her a strange look, though a few more wolf-whistled at her. Cream rubbed her swollen stomach. She could feel her womb swimming with Alexander's sperm. If she didn't take a regular birth control pill, there's no doubt she would be bearing at least one of his foals by now.

Cream got to her apartment complex and walked past the community mailboxes. Leaning up against them, under the shade of the awning, was Marine. She still had her backpack; she lived in the same apartment complex and could have returned home by now, but she didn't. She was clearly waiting for her.

"Wow, you're just... completely naked now, aren't you?" she said. Cream giggled and gave a cute little pose. "How... do you even do that?"

"Do what?" Cream asked.

"Just... expose yourself like that for everyone to see." Marine said. "It looks exciting, it looks exhilarating and liberating. I don't know if I could do that."

"I mean, it's super easy. Just take off all your clothes and there you go!"

"You say that like it's just that easy. I mean, I guess it is, but how did you start? You weren't like this back in middle school."

"Why do you ask? Are you looking to start, too?"

Marine hesitated. She honestly didn't know why she was asking. Or maybe she did. She thought about the other day, some several weeks ago now, when she yoinked those vibrator remotes from Cream and forced her to orgasm in the middle of class. She was complicit in that little stunt, and in some ways, she was immensely jealous. She wanted to have orgasms as powerful and frequent as Cream, and have the courage to do it in public like she was doing.

"Could you show me how to be as brave as you are?" Marine asked. It was a strange thing for her, of all people, to ask, considering that she built up a reputation around school for beating up a bunch of older punks throwing their weight around at some freshmen at the start of the school year.

"Sure. Let's go to my home." Cream said, then gestured for Marine to follow. Her apartment was right down the street and around the corner from the mailboxes; Marine's, conversely, was right next to them. Cream fished the keys out from a side pocket of her backpack and let them both inside. There were clothes strewn on the floor of the living room, and Vanilla's bedroom door on the other side of the room was closed. Beyond, they could hear moaning from both her and whoever she was with.

"Looks like mom's entertaining a guest." Cream observed.

"Is that normal?"

"Oh yeah! She has all kinds of different guests over all the time!" Cream explained. "Sometimes they come over to my room for seconds!"

By the sound of things, Cream took a lot after her mother, who was about as promiscuous as she was. Things were starting to make a little bit of sense.

"Before we do anything, I gotta clean my toys and get rid of this." Cream pointed at her distended belly. "You can practice being naked with me."

She didn't wait around for Marine's response, instead immediately turning to go to the bathroom. She pulled out each toy - half a dozen of them, including the foot-long horse dildo that she used to tease her teacher. She lathered them up in the anti-bacterial agent, then rinsed them and set them aside. Right as she was about to step into the shower, Marine walked into the bathroom. She had discarded her clothes in Cream's room and was fully nude like her.

"Ah, see? That wasn't so hard, was it?" Cream asked, turning on the shower.

"This is different. This is just us here." Marine insisted. "I've been naked around girls before, while dressing and undressing in P.E."

"Then why is it so difficult to be naked outside?"

"Because it's not the same! Other people aren't... they're not naked with you." Marine explained. "And, you know, I don't want to get arrested."

"Psh, the police barely even enforce those Overlander nudity laws these days." Cream said dismissively. "Once I finish cleaning up here, we can do some exercises."

Cream took the special shower head and brought it down to her pussy. She pushed it inside and let the warm water flush out her insides. She pressed down on her distended stomach to force out the horse sperm. Her eyelids flickered as it felt like Alexander was cumming inside her again.

Marine watched Cream clean herself out. Once again she imagined herself in her position, completely carefree, promiscuous, and having more orgasms each day than Marine herself probably ever had. It sounded empowering, if overwhelming. This was something she wanted, for sure.

She was suddenly gripped by a random impulse, and she allowed herself to give into it in the heat of the moment. Marine stepped into the shower stall with Cream and gave her a quick peck on the lips. Cream was taken back by it at first, but then returned the kiss. She wrapped one arm around her midsection, her hand coming to rest one of her tight, soft ass cheeks. This was the first time she was ever physically intimate with anyone, much less a girl. Until now, she was very certain that she was straight, at least until that big day Cream had several weeks ago. Her own current actions came as a shock to her on multiple levels, but she wasn't about to turn back now.

Cream was like putty in her hands. She let Marine take the lead in this little makeout session. Her delicate hands pressed up against Marine's chest, cupping around her budding breasts. She recoiled slightly before continuing. She never had anyone feel up her boobs before, either.

Marine grabbed the bottom of the shower head that was still buried up to the hilt in Cream's pussy and gushing out an endless stream of water. She pumped it in and out of her, the gouts of water splashing hard on the shower floor a half second after each pump.

Cream moaned into Marine's mouth. Her legs were trembling and her eyelids were flickering. She was about to cum, and this time from a much more direct and explicit approach.

"Mmmmmmppphhh!" Cream moaned into Marine's mouth. Between the splashes of water against Marine's hand, she felt an even warmer stream spraying from between her legs. She actually made her squirt… the realization alone made her loins heat up and tingle out of empathy and anticipation.

The process of getting to Cream's bedroom was a blur in Marine's memory, mostly dominated by Cream's bedroom gaze. Turning off the shower, drying off their bodies, getting pushed backwards onto Cream's bed. Cream climbed on top of Marine and continued kissing her. She forced her leg between hers, their tender pussy rubbing against the other's thigh. Marine rolled her hips back and forth. It felt good. It felt right.

Cream pulled back and twisted Marine's lower half onto its side. She moved in, interlocking their legs together. Marine watched their pussies press into each other. It was soft, warm, and wet. Cream's pierced clit rubbed up against her own. Each tiny movement was like a small fireworks display across her body, in her mind's eye.

Cream took the lead, rolling her hips into her with increasing intensity. She wasn't gentle, as the insatiable lust that drove her demanded to feel that orgasmic climax again. Whatever caused it, it was contagious, and despite her sense of modesty, it had begun to infect Marine's thoughts. It pushed her to this point where she was having lesbian sex with her own best friend, and this was just the start.

Marine's crotch began to feel warmer and warmer. It tingled with that familiar sense right before orgasm. Cream must have been feeling the same thing, too, as she doubled over Marine and gave her a kiss on the lips while grinding into her even harder and deeper. Her clit was hard as a rock, and the stimulation made it swell out of its protective sheath. It was almost like a fingertip against Marine's love button, toggling and pushing it around.

Her orgasm came like a dam breaking. The tingling heat localized to her crotch suddenly erupted and spread throughout her body. Something in the pit of her stomach contracted, and she actually squirted. In all her time masturbating, she never actually squirted before. It was never this intense, either. Was she only masturbating halfway this entire time?

Marine suddenly felt warm, musky-smelling liquid splash across her face. She focused through the haze of her orgasm and saw Cream arching her back and making strange moaning sounds like a feral beast in heat. Her thigh muscles were twitching, and she could feel her labia contracting against her own.

Then, just as quick as this all began, it was over. Cream let go of Marine's leg and collapsed at her side. Marine simply gazed up, panting heavily. She could see swirls of lights and colors in the eggshell-painted ceiling. After a minute of recovery, she looked over at Cream, the one who took her virginity, and let out an awkward laugh.

"Well, that happened." She said. "Sorry I made a mess of your bed."

"Oh don't worry about it." Cream said. "You would be surprised at how many times I stain it every week. I just wash it every Sunday now."

Probably a good thing that today was a Monday, Marine thought. Cream hopped off the bed and helped Marine to her feet.

"Come on, let's go get cleaned up and then we can practice a little outside." She said, leading her friend back into the bathroom.