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, female student. Though she couldn’t remember her name, she recognized her from around the school.

Svelte and buxom, with shoulder length hair, she was definitely easy on the eyes - especially considering her state of undress. Naked from the waist down, with her jeans resting in the corner, Celestia’s suspicions were confirmed; beside her discarded 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 the girl for having some forethought about safety.

If Celestia was correct about who she was, she was one of the seniors who’d be graduating in the very near future. Drunkenly looking up at her, she hungrily licked her lips. The lass’ 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, she began to crawl in the woman’s direction - all the while, her eyes never fled from the horse cock before her. With her pants around their ankles, and her snatch drooling down her leg, she squatted down before Celestia and opened her mouth. Shooting her a pleading look, kissing the tip of her length, she rested her hands on the administrator’s 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 the girl seemed more than eager to finish what she’d started. Reaching down, combing her fingers through her hair, she clutched her head and drove herself into the lass’ maw.

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

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

The additional freedom of movement, paired with how close Celestia had 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 the girl’s chin. She hoped her mate was ready, because she was about to completely overshadow her sister’s performance.

With one final, herculean thrust, she triumphantly hilted. Leaving the lass’ nose buried in her groin, just above her musky, unwashed sheath, Celestia watched her eyes roll to the back of her 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 her face, she savored the well-deserved rapture.

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

As her climax subsided, leaving her in a blissful stupor, Celestia relented. Releasing her head, she dragged her still pulsing length from the student’s gullet. The final shots of her jizz spattered over her chest, shoulders, face, and hair, marking the teenager with her essence. Smiling downward, 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,” Celestia cooly tutted, crossing her arms over her chest. Sternly peering down at her, seeing her languidly nod, 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 girl went to protest, holding up a finger, yet all she could manage was a weak cough. Celestia really done a number on her and, even if she could talk, she was in desperate need of a change. Although she wasn’t one to let students cut classes, she thought it only fair that the girl get a bit of extra time to recuperate. Her expression softened slightly, hoping to calm her, as she leaned forward and stroked her cheek.

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