Out of Order

Throwing the door of her compartment open, Celestia marched to the corner enclosure. Grabbing the handle of the locked stall, she wrenched flimsy wood from its hinges and stared inside. Much to her shock, sitting on the floor was a young, male student. Though she couldn’t remember his name, she recognized him from around the school.

Svelte and effeminate, with shoulder length hair, he could have passed for a girl with relative ease, were it not for the tiny manhood on his crotch. Naked from the waist down, with his jeans resting in the corner, her suspicions were confirmed; beside his pants sat a bottle of lubricant and a number of condoms. Though there was no earthly way the prophylactics would fit someone of her endowment, she applauded him for having some forethought about safety.

If she was correct about who he was, he was one of the seniors who’d be graduating in the very near future. Drunkenly looking up at her, he hungrily licked his lips. His gaze only lingered on her face for a moment, before wandering down her open blouse, past her exposed bosoms, and to the towering stallionhood twitching angrily at her groin.

Slowly, as if in a trance, he began to crawl in her direction - all the while, his eyes never fled from her package. With his pants around his ankles, and his softening prick leaking cum, he squatted down before her and opened his mouth. Shooting her a pleading look, kissing the tip of her length, he rested his hands on her hips.

With the cat out of the bag, Celestia saw no reason not to finish the job. Each knew who the other was, they’d been fucking in a school bathroom, and he seemed more than eager to finish what he’d started. Reaching down, combing her fingers through his hair, she clutched his head and drove herself into his maw.

Past his luscious lips and into his throat, her length plunged into his awaiting gullet. A contented sigh of relief escaped her, as she took a second to appreciate the all too lovely confines she’d grown accustomed to. Tightening her grip, without waiting another moment, she began ferociously plowing his face. He’d cum already and, by the heavens, she was going to pump a load directly into his stomach.

Bucking into his face, while pulling his head to her crotch, Celestia had her way with him. Though he gagged slightly, likely unused to being treated so harshly, he didn’t seem too bothered - no, if anything, he was getting off to being used. Craning her neck to the side, spying him cranking himself off, she grinned savagely.

The additional freedom of movement, paired with how close she’d been minutes prior, left her teetering on the brink. The tip of her shaft flared, adding resistance to her efforts, yet she was indomitable. Snorting like a stud in rut, her nuts slapped against his chin. She hoped he was ready, because she was about to completely overshadow her sister’s performance.

With one final, herculean thrust, she triumphantly hilted. Leaving his nose buried in her groin, just above her musky, unwashed sheath, she watched his eyes roll to the back of his head; the sight was the perfect complement to her crescendo. A tidal wave of bliss overtook her, just as a veritable tsunami of her spunk coursed through her shaft. Closing her eyes, fitfully bucking into his face, she savored the well-deserved rapture.

Throbbing madly, sending what had to be pints of thick, virile seed down his neck, her stallionhood stayed firmly in place. While his throat was markedly bulged, each disgorged shot caused it to swell noticeably larger. Masturbating furiously, he spontaneously climaxed over the floor. Though he’d probably been face-fucked a fair number of times, he’d certainly never been used in such a divinely ruthless fashion.

As her climax subsided, leaving her in a blissful stupor, Celestia relented. Releasing his head, she dragged her still pulsing length from his gullet. The final shots of her jizz spattered over his chest, shoulders, face, and hair, marking him with her essence. Smiling down at him, after working the last drops of spunk from her shaft, she neatly fixed her blouse, stowed her equipment into her panties, and pulled up her pants.

“It should go without saying that, if you want to graduate, this didn’t happen,” she coolly tutted, crossing her arms over her chest. Sternly peering down at him, seeing him languidly nod up at her, she tapped a foot; she wasn’t finished yet, not by a long shot. “After you’re done cleaning up this mess,” she continued, pointing to their mingled cum cooling on the tile, “you are dismissed for today.”

The boy went to protest, holding up a finger, yet all he could manage was a weak cough. She’d really done a number on him and, even if he could talk, he was in desperate need of a change. Although she wasn’t one to let students cut classes, she thought it only fair that he get a bit of extra time to recuperate. Her expression softened slightly, hoping to calm him, as she leaned forward and stroked his cheek.

“My office, first thing tomorrow morning,” she whispered, angling his face towards herself. Before he could reply, she pressed a finger to his lips. “Don’t worry,” she cooed, shooting him a wink, “there’s plenty of head room under my desk…”