I’m still somewhat giddy and excited, but I wanna get this written down while it’s still fresh in my memory. So, I’ve written here about that hottie substitute teacher before, and today we got the word that Ms. Cheerilee will be back next week. Which is great, don’t get me wrong. I’m glad she’s finally better.

But that also meant that today would be his final lesson with us. Since Principal Celestia only hired him as a temp to cover for Ms. Cheerilee’s absence, we’d never see him again, and … I guess I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving things as they were. I’ve written down all my fantasies about him here, and maybe it would have been enough to just leave it at that.

It’s not like I haven’t been painfully transparent over the last few weeks. Rarity and Dash certainly have been teasing me about my crush on him every opportunity they got. But the perfect opportunity suddenly presented itself. Yes, I was there to give him a love letter when I saw him in the hall, silly I know, and he would have probably taken it with a smile, given me the spiel about being my teacher, (despite the fact that I’m 18 and he’d cease to be my teacher shortly,) and let me down easy. But … when I noticed him borrowing the tv set from the A/V room, something just came over me. The old schemer in me took over, seeing an opportunity to send him off by making at least one of my fantasies come true.

And before I had fully considered all the consequences, I found myself sneaking into the classroom early and hiding under the teacher’s desk! (I know, moi, not considering the possible fallout? Shocking!) I did have a few minutes to bail on my impulsive plan, but as the classroom began to fill with students, my appearing from under there would have been harder and harder to explain, and so I sat there on my knees in silence.

Before I knew it, everyone hushed as he came in, and I held my breath as to not give myself away. “Hello, everyone!” The casual greeting in his suave voice sent a shiver down my spine as he paused for a moment. “Do we have an absence today? Where’s Ms. Shimmer?”

“She was still here during lunch,” Pinkie Pie replied after a moment.

“I bet she just couldn’t take the thought of her favorite teacher leaving us after today,” Rarity joked. I could practically hear the eyebrow wiggle that went along with her statement as I suppressed a groan.

“Teacher’s pet, I wanna be teacher’s pet~” Rainbow began to sing mockingly, to which all the girls in the classroom began to giggle, except me of course. I was puffing up my cheeks in annoyance. So what if it’s true?

“Alright, enough of that. I’m sure Ms. Shimmer has a good reason for her absence,” he said in that disarmingly charming tone he used to effortlessly restore order to a rowdy class. “I’d have liked to say goodbye to all of you, but at least she won’t miss anything important. Seeing as we’ve made such good progress with the curriculum together, I figured I’d treat you all during our final lesson and just put on a movie. Any requests?”

After a bit of back and forth, the loudest voice, i.e. Dash, won out with a request for a Daring Do movie. I don’t remember which, and I didn’t care. I was far too busy still trying not to give myself away as he put on the movie, dimmed the lights and finally came over to sit down at his desk.

When he did sit down at the teacher’s desk, his knee brushed my chest, even though I’d had my back pressed against the wood panel that covered the desk from the front, hiding me from the rest of the class, and I covered my mouth not to yelp. He either hadn’t noticed or acknowledged his knee making contact with my nipple through the fabric, but that simple incidental touch made my face grow hot and my legs feel weak.

I sat there for a few minutes, by some miracle wedged in between his legs under the desk without having made any further contact with him. At this point, the last rational part of my brain came up for air, telling me that if I remained perfectly still and breathed shallowly, I just might be able to endure the entire lesson without giving myself away.

But … he was so close, and … what I wanted was right there … so there were definitely other parts of my brain that were in control when I carefully reached out and placed my hand on his inner thigh. This time, there was no doubt that he noticed my touch as I could feel him jump slightly, but he didn’t jump up with a scream of surprise as I rested my hand there for a moment, which would have instantly given us away.

After I felt him relax, I ran my hand along his inner thigh over his suit pants back and forth slowly. Once again he tensed, but then relaxed. Emboldened by the response, I caressed his thigh more, running my hand further and further up. The game of tension and relaxation began again as I cupped my hand over his crotch, clearly feeling his cock and balls through the thin fabric and tracing them lovingly with my fingers.

Just as I reached for his belt buckle, I could see his hand appear in the dim, flickering light of the tv screen from somewhere off to the side, and it held a post-it note that read: “Sunset Shimmer, is that you?”

I swallowed hard, staring at it for a while until I took the note from him with shaking fingers. Waiting for a moment until there was a loud sound effect from the movie, I used that to disguise me very slowly and carefully tearing the note past the comma, so it only had my name on it, and handed it back to him.

When he withdrew his hand, my heartbeat was louder in my ears than the movie. What the fuck had I been thinking? My own embarrassment aside, what would happen to him if he’d be caught in a position like this, with a student between his legs during class? I felt ill in that moment. Had I learned nothing from my past mistakes? My own perverted desires had led me here, but I hadn’t even stopped to consider his reaction to …

And then a second post-it note appeared in front of my eyes. “Why did you stop? :(”

I blinked, reading the words over and over until I noticed several things at once. He’d turned up the volume on the movie, and he’d shifted his legs to give me full access. Most importantly, … I noticed the bulge. He knew it was me now and …

I reached out, undid his belt buckle and unzipped his pants, with no sign of surprise or discomfort on his part this time, and I watched his … his pride … his manhood … fuck it! Who am I censoring this for!? I watched his huge, fucking cock emerge and swing half-erect in front of my eyes! My own reaction surprised me. I wasn’t scared, I didn’t yelp, my eyes didn’t widen in surprise … I licked my lips at the sight.

The sight wasn’t new to me, of course. I’d seen Flash’s before. But Flash was a boy, and this was a man! So I didn’t hesitate to reach out and wrap my fingers around the shaft, beginning to jerk him off. What? Did you expect me to gingerly touch it? Fuck no! I’d been having wet dreams about this for weeks. So when it was freely offered, I didn’t even stop to think.

The grin on my face grew at the same rate as he got harder and harder in my hand. He knew it was me, and his cock was throbbing under my touch, already leaking that delicious precum which made my handjob only more pleasurable … the precum!

When I saw that glistening substance start running down his shaft and spreading in the palm of my hand, I couldn’t help myself. I wanted it! And so I leaned forward, running my tongue along the shaft and licking it off, sucking it from the tip, enjoying that salty taste in my mouth.

Before long, my hand had moved down to the base, angling him towards me, and I was sucking his tip like a lollipop. A nasty, dirty, forbidden lollipop! And I couldn’t wait to get to the gooey center that awaited me at the end!

Suddenly, another sticky note appeared in front of my eyes. “Keep sucking.”

I was confused initially. Did he think I was gonna stop now, after going this far? But his instruction made sense when I suddenly heard the audio from the movie that had been covering our illicit act stop, though the displeased murmur of the class kept us safe for the moment.

“I thought you’d all like to know,” he said then, and only later did I realize that he must have been pretending to check his phone at the time, “that I just received a text from Principal Celestia. Ms. Shimmer’s absence is excused due to her working on a special extra credit project right now.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. Had he really just said that to the class with a straight face while I was between his legs giving him a blowjob?

Though I couldn’t help but be amused by Twilight’s grumbled response. “Extra credit project? And I wasn’t invited.” Oh, Twi, this is not the kind of oral exam you’re prepared for.

“I just thought I should remind you,” he said as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on, “after you all had a good chuckle at Ms. Shimmer’s expense earlier, that you could learn a thing or two from her dedication and devotion to learning from new experiences. Anyway, sorry to interrupt the movie, everyone.”

My ears were burning as he said all that while I was dutifully sucking him off, and I noticed how he twitched in my mouth. I’d felt bad earlier for forcing my perverted fantasy on him, but clearly he was enjoying the thrill of doing this right in front of the class while tweaking their noses about it without them knowing as much as I was, and so I redoubled my efforts as the movie started playing again to cover the more aggressive slurping noises.

I could have happily gone on for hours like that, if another sticky note hadn’t appeared in front of my eyes. “Use your tits, slut!”

A shiver went through my entire body as I read it, from the tip of my tongue licking my teacher’s cock down to my toes. Especially that last word. I’d laid in bed pleasuring myself to the thought of him calling me dirty names while pulling my hair and fucking me hard from behind with that suave voice that was always so polite in class, and in this moment my only regret was that I hadn’t had the guts to do this much sooner. Oh, what could have been if this hadn’t been our last day!

Obediently, I pulled up my shirt and bra to expose my breasts. Since I couldn’t very well make too much noise by spitting on his dick, I stuck out my tongue and let my warm saliva slowly dribble onto it, coating it from the tip, down the shaft, all the way to his balls before wrapping my tits around him.

As I was grinding my body against him, pushing my tits together with my hands, I must have looked like a total slut. Because I couldn’t take my eyes off the tip appearing and disappearing between them. I must have stared at it with such longing.

There was no way I could resist the temptation to take it back into my mouth for long, and so I stuck out my tongue to suck the tip whenever it came up. It was heavenly, my lips and tongue getting to enjoy the tip while my wet tits slid up and down the shaft and stuck to his balls with every stroke.

I didn’t care that my neck was hurting from leaning constantly down, or that my calves were falling asleep from being on my knees for so long. In service to that delicious cock, I could have endured forever in that cramped position, and the parts of my body that weren’t hurting wanted more!

And so I repositioned my left arm to squeeze my tits around his cock, and my right hand flipped up my skirt, finding my panties already soaked through. I wanted to serve that cock with my entire body, but it was alright to spare one hand for myself, right? That’s what I thought when I pushed two fingers into my pussy without preamble.

It felt so good!

Until another note with a message from my master appeared. “Having fun down there? I can hear you. (¬_¬)”

Unsure whether or not he disapproved of my actions, I redoubled my efforts of serving his glorious cock with my mouth and tits, but that extra vigor translated to my other hand as well as the slick sounds of my fingers entering my pussy grew as well. I guess, if I had been thinking straight at this point, I would have been worried about the sound being overheard by the rest of the class.

That’s when his hand came down under the desk, reaching around the back of my head and grabbing my hair firmly. Holding me in place like that, he moved his hips as to slap my cheeks with his cock from both sides.

I stuck out my tongue and tried to move my head forward, my mouth having gone too long without his taste, but he held me firmly, pulling me just out of reach by my hair as I whimpered quietly in yearning to wrap my lips around it once more, and finally I understood the message.

Suitably chastised, I removed my fingers from my pussy and returned both my hands to properly whoreshiping at the altar of his cock, fondling his balls gently with one hand and vigorously jerking him off with the other.

Penance paid, he released his grip and I eagerly stuck out my tongue and wrapped my lips around him again, fully devoted to my holy ministrations now. Yes, I was having a full-on religious experience while whoreshiping my teacher’s cock if that wasn’t clear enough.

But a religious experience suggests a willing subject and agency, and I wanted to be his fucktoy, his onahole, his willing cocksleeve to use in any way he wanted, and thankfully he eventually granted me that wish as he grabbed my head with one hand.

Until now, I’d only taken him halfway to three quarters of his length with my mouth. That’s as far as I could comfortably take him. But without warning he now pulled me fully in, his cock pushing past my surprised gag reflex and into my throat. My body was seizing up in the sudden deepthroat, spasming and spluttering, him faking a cough to cover the gurgling and coughing sounds I was making.

But I couldn’t have been happier as I was choking on his dick, tears of joy standing in the corners of my eyes as my nose took in the musty smell of his crotch, my chin pressed against his balls and my nostrils stinging from the precum pushed into them.

He held me in this position for I don’t know how long until releasing, and even though I wanted to stay there forever, my body betrayed me as it pulled back, gasping for air underneath the teacher’s desk, still somehow my teacher’s secret sex toy undiscovered by the rest of the class.

The movie was louder than anything else, and yet all I heard was the scribbling of another note, anticipation rising until I saw it. “You started this. You better make sure to finish it before the bell rings, whore!”

I was ecstatic as he flicked the note against my forehead, then grabbed the back of my head with both his hands, pressing his hard cock against my face. My heart was racing, my breath coming in short ragged bursts so I had to force myself to take three long breaths before opening my mouth wide.

In an instant, I could feel him brush past my lips, filling my mouth with his warmth and pushing back into my now prepared and inviting throat. How nobody heard us at that point, I’ll never know. Maybe the action climax of the movie was playing. Or maybe they did hear us, I didn’t care, cause his hands were constantly pulling me down while his hips hammered my mouth like a piston underneath that desk.

It wasn’t a blowjob anymore, it wasn’t a deepthroat, it wasn’t even a facefuck at that point. It was just a guy pleasuring himself with his sex toy. I was like one of those plastic blow-up dolls with the wide open mouth hole, my arms hanging limply by my side as my upper body was held aloft solely by him fucking my throat.

Bing-Bong!

When the first bell rang, he pulled back slightly and exploded into my mouth without warning.

Bing-Bong!

When the second bell rang, my cheeks were puffed up to bursting, his seed spurting out through my nostrils.

Bing-Bong!

When the third bell rang, I managed to swallow some of it before another spurt took me by surprise.

Bing-Bong!

When the fourth bell rang, the cum was spurting out past my lips and dripping down onto my exposed tits.

Bing-Bong!

When the fifth and final bell rang, I didn’t know where the torrent of jizz ended and I began.

I don’t remember him stopping the movie or dismissing the class. What I do remember is another post-it note appearing in front of my eyes. “I expect you to clean up after yourself, bitch.”

And so I did. I fell forward into his crotch, lapping up whatever cum I could find still clinging to his cock and swallowing it in unthinking bliss, all while the rest of the class, seemingly unaware, passed by his desk, making idle chit-chat and exchanging goodbyes.

When the last of my classmates had left, he reached under the table, grabbed my face and pushed me back against the backboard of the desk. He then proceeded to grab a strand of my hair, using it to wipe what remained of my saliva and his cum from his cock, and then zipped himself up. I remember feeling a profound sense of loss and longing when that glorious cock vanished from my life forever.

I could hear him scribble something. One last time, he reached under the desk, pinching my chin between his thumb and index finger, and pushed the crumpled note into my mouth before getting up and wordlessly leaving the classroom.

Sitting there under the desk in a puddle of his cum and my own juices, I knew there was no more classes for the rest of the day, and so I pushed my fingers into my pussy while reliving the memory again and again and again for … I honestly don’t know how long. But it was getting dark outside by the time I was finished.

When I was finally satisfied, I proceeded to take the post-it note out of my mouth and read the stained final lines on it: “Nice throat pussy, cunt. See ya never.” After reading that message, obviously I had to go for one more round under the desk. By the time I made it out of that classroom, the school had been well and truly deserted for the day, so nobody saw what a cum-stained mess I was as I made my way home.

And so, to sum it up, today was the best fucking day of my life!

Dear Sunset Shimmer,

uhm, congratulations, I guess. But I gotta ask. Are you absolutely sure that you meant to recount that story in this journal?

Your friend,
Twilight Sparkle

Dear Princess Twilight,

and just like that, today also became the worst day of my life. Please excuse me while I go die of embarrassment right now.

Mortified,
Sunset Shimmer

Dear Sunset Shimmer,

my lips are sealed. I will take your secret to the grave.
Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.

Your confidante,
Twilight Sparkle

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