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Cele/ss/tia Part 1

Aug 28th, 2015
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  1. >Celestia was bored again.
  2. >She wasn’t tired of the paperwork or the kids, but she couldn’t be excited for anything.
  3. >She leaned back in her chair most of the day, tossing crumpled papers into the basket across the hall and giving a little “woo-hoo” whenever it fell in.
  4. >Even that could occupy her for long. She liked being busy, but the work had gotten taxing.
  5. >Complaints from staff, maintenance bills, and schedule planning came in the box everyday.
  6. >No matter how hard she chipped away at the pile of papers, it just seemed to get higher and higher.
  7. >She was asked countless times to hire a secretary, and she always gave them the same response.
  8. “I don’t trust them,” she would say, “I’d rather keep track of my own business.”
  9. >Even when Vice Principal Luna, the one woman she trusted the most, offered to help, Celestia turned her away.
  10. >Unfortunately, her recluse was starting to spread a little too far. She refused to even accept the janitor to clean her office.
  11. >She was stereotypically anal about things, but lately she’d been even worse about it.
  12. >The most exile, however, was focused on the students.
  13. >She used to welcome students to freely enter her office with suggestions, mostly from the student body.
  14. >Now they went to Luna, who passed the suggestions to Celestia through an envelope under the door.
  15. >Students were completely barred from seeking audience with her, even those that needed discipline.
  16. >No one knew why she hid away, when before she was a bright woman who acted half her age with all the grace of a lady.
  17. >Celestia had her reasons, but she couldn’t vocalize them. She feigned her workload, which was enough to convince even Luna.
  18. >But she couldn’t convince the person she needed to most: herself.
  19.  
  20. >Another ball of paper bounced on the rim of the trash can and fell to the floor.
  21. >Celestia gave a heavy sigh and crossed her arms behind her head, leaning back on her chair.
  22. >She took a glance at the stack of papers and shook her head.
  23. >She stared at the ceiling fan and watched it spin. For a moment she wondered what it would be like to be a ceiling fan.
  24. >All she’d have to do was hang on the roof, turning and turning and turning.
  25. >No one would expect her to do anything but turn.
  26. >No one would care how she turned in the past, only how she turns in the future.
  27. >It was almost insulting. Everything in her office was the same way, mocking her.
  28. >She didn’t want to look at any of them. She rose off the chair, sure that it was being smug too.
  29. >Maybe she was spending a little too much time in her office. She really did want to go out into the school.
  30. >She wanted to go out and see them everyday, the children and their bright smiling faces, but she was afraid it would happen again.
  31. >She stared at the door and tossed her head around on her shoulders.
  32.  
  33. >“Come on Celly,” she said to herself, “You’re their principal. What’s the matter with going out to see them every once and a while?”
  34. “You know why we can’t,” she answered back, “You know how we get around them.”
  35. >“We’re in a completely new state, new city, and new school. No one for 500 miles around knows what we did back in Columbia. Besides, it’s kind of sad seeing you stuck in here like this.”
  36. “I know, but I’ve had so much work to do.”
  37. >”Come on, you know it was because you didn’t want our urges to come back.”
  38. “Our urges?” she started talking louder, “I just want to be a principal! You’re the one who keeps roping me into it. I can’t let you hook me in again.”
  39. >”Those weren’t my eyes who looked him over, or my legs that got weak.”
  40. “Oh shut up! Don’t try to pass it off on me!”
  41. >”If it was all me, I’m sure you won’t have a problem going out to see them then.”
  42. >Celestia blinked. Her heart jumped into her throat.
  43. >”Tell you what. I’ll stay quiet for a while, let you make your own decisions. Anything you think of or do is all your doing. Since I’m the one with ‘bad thoughts’, you should be perfectly fine until I come back.”
  44. “Wh-what if you come back without me knowing?”
  45. >”Trust me, I’ll let you know. Now, you go out there and do whatever interests you. I’ll stay back here and catch some shuteye. It’s tough keeping you company.”
  46. >A sudden silence fell over her. She called to the voice but it didn’t reply back.
  47. >She really was on her own. It’s been awhile since she’d had that privilege.
  48. >She felt ready to step into the school again; her silent watch seemingly gone for now.
  49. >Maybe, she thought, it might never come back. She could finally be around them again.
  50. >With a deep breath, she twisted the knob and pushed open the door.
  51.  
  52. >The second her foot crossed the threshold, the office erupted in murmurs.
  53. >They chattered and whispered from across their desks and cubicles. Some of them didn’t even know who the woman strutting down the hall was.
  54. >Celestia shrunk down, hiding behind her collar. She just needed to get past them, and she’d be happy again.
  55. >She trudged through the sea of gossip with her eyes straight ahead. She shut her eyes, letting the click-clack of her high-heels keep her sane.
  56. >She clutched the steel handle of the office door and stepped out of the glass shelter.
  57. >The instant she stepped through she was swallowed in silence. She could finally breath again.
  58. >She opened her eyes and looked around. It was the same boxy, industrial prison of education as always, and the students were in their cells.
  59. >Normally this would be a relief to the warden, but Celestia wished they were roaming around.
  60. >She loved the silence, but hated the loneliness. At least she had herself to talk to.
  61. “Hmm, must be lunch time, huh?” There was no response, other than a light echo from down the hall.
  62. “Oh right...I forgot…”
  63. >It was never fun when he decided to up and leave like that. If your own head doesn’t want to talk to you, who else will?
  64. >She held up her watch and read the face. It was just after noon.
  65. >The school acted on a rotation, with each of the three grades doing something different.
  66. >They were either at lunch, in class, or in the gym. At the time, the eighth graders would be at lunch and the sixth graders were in class.
  67. “Perfect,” she smiled, “They’ll be in the gym, then.”
  68. >She loved seventh graders the most. They weren’t as immature as the eighth graders and not as annoying as the young sixth graders.
  69. >It was that sharp transition from boy to man, both mentally and physically, that really made her happy.
  70. “I think I should pay them a visit,” she said, “Gotta make sure everything’s running smoothly, after all.”
  71. >She ran her fingers down the lockers as she walked. The cold steel sliding against her fingertips was like a little massage.
  72. >She needed to be calm before she walked in the gym, because once she went inside, she wasn’t sure how hot her blood would run.
  73.  
  74. +++
  75.  
  76. >Even before she’d opened the door, Celestia’s cheeks were hot.
  77. >Just the sound of children playing their silly games and shouting in joy was enough to make her crack a smile.
  78. >Like a queen walking out onto her balcony, Celestia pushed open the doors to the gym and strut inside.
  79. >While no one was really looking at the door, but everyone knew when Celestia walked into a room.
  80. >The noises stopped at once, save for a few errant basketballs bouncing across the floor.
  81. >The gym teachers stood at attention, shaking like saplings.
  82. >The students weren’t sure whether to be afraid or not, and just stood rooted to the spot they stood in when she walked in.
  83. >Celestia didn’t feel comfortable with all the eyes glaring at her. Luckily, there was an easy way to get them off her back.
  84. >She flashed a quick smile and chuckled.
  85. >This small movement put everyone at ease. They weren’t doing anything wrong.
  86. >On the other side of the gym, a student dribbled a basketball. Then another, and another.
  87. >The four-square tournament started back up, and the dull roar of recess came swelling back.
  88. >While the students fell back into what they were doing, the teachers were still a little on edge.
  89. >It was unusual for the school principal to waltz in during gym period, but it was Celestia’s habit of getting a little too close to the students that troubled them.
  90. >She told them the same thing each time, that she was merely making sure the physical education program was working as planned.
  91. >The teachers (and even some of the students) knew that the school needed the money, and didn’t push the question.
  92. >Celestia walked around the gym, watching the students running back and forth.
  93. >They looked so happy, so innocent. It was like a row of puppies at the pet store, all begging to be taken home.
  94. >Celestia turned her head to the most energetic group in the gym, a collection of boys playing basketball.
  95. >She smiled at the energy they poured into the gym, their legs constantly churning and their voices raised.
  96. >She took a seat on the bleachers nearby to watch their game, but it wasn’t the ball she kept her eye on.
  97. >Her eyes lingered on the muscles straining in their legs, the shine of the sweat reflected the lights of the gym.
  98. >Their shirts hung loose on their slim, athletic bodies, but their shorts were at least two sizes too small.
  99. >She tried not to look, but no matter where she looked, their manhoods were right in her face.
  100. >It was obvious which boys had gone through puberty and who were still sprouting, but one boy was so far along that it was like he was growing another leg.
  101. >There was nothing extraordinary about Norman at all. He never scored more than a 90 on tests, never got too many points, never shouted too loudly, and never even got perfect attendance.
  102. >He was, by definition, the average student. The only thing special about him were his clothes, but here, where every student wore identical uniforms, even that distinction was stripped away.
  103. >Somehow he’d been allowed to wear his trademark woolen beanie (Celestia knew all of her students).
  104. >She wasn’t sure what prompted him to wear it on such a hot day in the gym, but she was thankful he did wear it.
  105. >Otherwise, she would never have known just who was so well-equipped. Just who it was that had just what she needed.
  106. >Her mind was already racing as fast as her heart was thumping in her chest. She didn’t know how long she stood rooted to that spot, staring between Norman’s thighs as he ran up and down the court, until the gym bell rang.
  107. >The students groaned, knowing they’d have to drag themselves back to class again. They dragged their feet back to the locker rooms, leaving only the equipment behind.
  108. >Celestia started nibbling at her nails.
  109. >>”Biting at your nails again, I see,” a voice grated in her head, “Now when was the last time I saw you do that…”
  110. “Be quiet,” Celestia spat.
  111. >>”Oh, I’m sorry, did I make you remember something unpleasant? Something you swore you’d never do again?”
  112. >Celestia had no response this time and roughly shoved her hands into her pockets.
  113. >The voice let out a dense, throaty laugh that rattled her skull.
  114. >>”You know you can’t hide anything from me, Celly. I know exactly what you’re thinking…”
  115. “I’m asking you to stay out of it.”
  116. >>”How many times do I have to remind you, Celestia?” the voice chuckled, “Nothing you do is my fault. I’ve ‘stayed out of it’ your whole life, but that didn’t stop you, did it?”
  117. >She didn’t bother replying to it. It wasn’t worth the energy at this point.
  118. >>”Giving me the cold shoulder again...just like last time…”
  119. “That’s a lie.”
  120. >>”Whatever you say, Celly. I know when I’m not wanted.”
  121. >With that, the echoes in her head seemed to stop. Her mind went quiet again, as if all the synapses stopped firing at once.
  122. >She treasured these brief moments of clarity; she could retreat into her own little world, where no words could ever hurt her.
  123. >Her mind started to spark again, every nerve firing up one by one.
  124. >The gym fell back into place around her, like a puzzle snapping into place.
  125. >Every sound was amplified, and the stench of teenage fitness was more pungent than ever.
  126. >It was like she was born fresh into the world around her, and she could finally think.
  127. >She swiftly made her way to Norman’s locker, and with her staff key, cracked the padlock.
  128. >A blast of his scent overcame her, billowing out from the locker stuffed with his gym uniform.
  129. >She reached inside and grabbed what she came for, and bolted out of the locker room.
  130. >She stuffed her prize in her purse and sat back in her office chair, smiling boldly.
  131. >Later that night, she would enjoy the spoils.
  132.  
  133. +++
  134.  
  135.  
  136. >Celestia sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the deep blue shorts she held in her hands.
  137. >They were medium size, with the words "Norman Normal" etched across the hem in black marker.
  138. >Her heart raced just from holding them. The shorts themselves were nothing spectacular, but rather what they meant to her.
  139. >The fabric of these shorts had touched Norman, and she could feel his aura between the threads.
  140. >These had been his companion for four long years, every day gathering more and more of his sweat and energy.
  141. >Her bedroom quickly reeked of testosterone and the funk of the old school gym, but it might as well have been a drug to her.
  142. >It was a scent she was familiar with, the healthy smell of a young, virile teenager.
  143. >She focused on the very front of the shorts, right above the inseam, where Norman's privates must have been.
  144. >She wondered how many days Norman had gone without underwear, how many times he'd gotten just a little too excited from watching the girls run around.
  145. >It sent a chill through her spine just thinking of his excitement poking against his shorts, a flag to every girl that he wanted them.
  146. >But those girls wouldn't know how to handle a man like him. He deserved a real woman, someone with experience, someone like her.
  147. >But more importantly, she longed for the touch of a boy, a sweet, innocent caress that no man could ever truly give her.
  148. >She wanted to be at his mercy, a boy half her size to bend her over and make her scream.
  149. >Heat started to build in her loins the more she thought of it. Norman's musk filling her nostrils didn't help either.
  150. >Her thoughts started to creep back as a droopy smile etched across her face.
  151. >She already wanted him badly, but she had to ensure he felt the same way. She had to mark him for herself.
  152. >Celestia had a naughty idea, and try as she could to get the idea out of her mind, it wouldn't budge.
  153. >She promised herself she wouldn't repeat her mistakes, but a little harmless fun couldn't hurt.
  154. >She set the shorts down on her bed and stood up. She was only wearing a white-lace lingerie set, but even that was too much.
  155. >Celestia unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. She pictured Norman's reaction to her bare chest in her mind and how red his face would get.
  156. "Like what you see, dear?" she hummed to herself, running her hands along the curve of her stomach.
  157. >Then she moved on to the real show. She grabbed a pillow from the top of her bed and slipped the shorts over the pillow.
  158. >Celestia dipped her hand under the elastic in her panties, tending to the fire down below.
  159. >She moved onto the bed and got on her knees, straddling the thick pillow between her plump thighs.
  160. >Her panties slid against the soft fabric of the shorts, sending a tingle through her crotch.
  161. >Celestia shook from the start. This was her favorite way to get off.
  162. >She slid her hips back, grinding her crotch hard against the pillow. She took a sharp breath all the while, letting it out with a long moan as she pushed her hips forward.
  163. >She shut her eyes and pictured Norman lying under her, his chest heaving as he watched her rock back and forth.
  164. >The edge of the pillow dug into her panties, pushing deep into her slit. She looked down and reminded herself what she was grinding on.
  165. >She leaned forward and placed her hands on the pillow to get more leverage. She forced her hips down, mashing into the pillow as hard as she could.
  166. >She wasn't even close to cumming, but Norman would have wanted her to go deeper.
  167. >Celestia's moans rang long and loud with every thrust. She hadn't felt this excited in months.
  168. "Oh Norman...oh...fuck!"
  169. >It wasn't like her to swear, but she couldn't really help herself. Her legs were quivering from how good the pillow felt against her panties.
  170. >But even then, it wasn't enough. Reluctantly, she peeled herself away from the pillow.
  171. >A small stain stayed where her crotch had been while she reached for her dresser.
  172. >She opened the top drawer and fiddled around until her hand clasped around a rubber tube.
  173. "There you are," she purred, pulling out her hand. In her fingers was a long, purple dildo with a wide flared base.
  174. >She licked her lips from the sight of it, knowing how all eight inches of it made her squirm.
  175. >But as much as she wanted to go to town on it, she had to get the mood just right.
  176. >She walked over to her closet to get a belt. It was difficult to walk with her legs shaking so much, but she managed to get back to the bed.
  177. >Celestia looped the belt around the base of the dildo, and like a sailor tied the other end around the bottom.
  178. >When she was finished, the pillow was fit with a brand new cock. Seeing it rise from Norman's shorts was almost too much for her.
  179. "My my, Norman," she cooed, dragging her finger along the underside, "You're much bigger than I imagined."
  180. >She had the urge, or rather the duty, to get on her knees and start sucking it, which she promptly did.
  181. >Celestia imagined Norman holding her head, guiding her down onto his thick cock.
  182. >The rubber tasted bland against her tongue, nothing compared to the taste of the real thing, but that didn't matter to her all that much.
  183. >She was servicing the dildo like a concubine, passing it across her lips and swirling her tongue all around the tip.
  184. >Her hand fiddled with her clit while she sucked. She was a horny slut desperate for cock, and she wanted to remind herself that.
  185. >Norman would never want the stuck-up, innocent principal. He needed a slutty, horny bitch to put his dick in, and Celestia wanted to be just that.
  186. >Her lips started getting tired, but she imagined that Norman had told her to stop.
  187. >She pulled her head up and stared into the eyes that weren't there. The rubber was slick with spit, ready for her.
  188. >She heard Norman say something like, "Come on, Celly, ride me," in a polite, yet commanding tone.
  189. >Celestia nodded and brought her thighs beside the pillow again. This time, however, the large phallus awaited her.
  190. >Her panties were the last piece of clothing she wore, and they were tossed in a dirty pile nearby.
  191. >Now she was completely bare for him, showing off her pure, porcelain frame.
  192. >"You're beautiful, Celly," she heard him say. It made her cheeks feel hot hearing him say that.
  193. >She leaned forward as if to kiss him while she guided the tip of the dildo to her slit.
  194. >The tip was poised at her entrance, and with just a little force, it easily slid inside her.
  195. >She bit her lip all the way down, trying to fit as much of it in one go as she could.
  196. >To her surprise, she managed to slide down until she was sitting on the pillow itself.
  197. "Heh," she smirked, "I'd like to see those little tramps try to fit a real man like I can."
  198. >She reclined on the pillow, savoring the sensation of being filled to the brim.
  199. >Celestia lifted up her hips at an agonizing speed, reluctant to let go of the thick toy.
  200. >She imagined Norman groaning with every inch she pulled away, and just when he was about to pull out, she slammed her hips down onto the pillow.
  201. >The toy filled her up again in an instant, a feeling she couldn't get enough of.
  202. >She had to throw her head back and moan as she picked up speed, bouncing on the dildo like she was sitting on a trampoline.
  203. "Oh fuck..." she gasped, the strong pulses of pleasure racing through her spine.
  204. >The sensation of getting spread apart was only half the excitement; it was the thought of doing something so taboo, picturing the cock she was riding was one of her young students...
  205. >It was a guilty pleasure that she knew she shouldn't enjoy, but the thought was firmly stuck in her head the moment she saw him.
  206. >The bed creaked under her weight as she drove her hips harder onto the pillow, trying to stuff as much of the toy inside her at once.
  207. >She could hear her walls sliding against the soft rubber, and it drove her crazy hearing how wet she was.
  208. >Celestia groped at her breast and tossed it around like a sack of meat, pinching her own nipples every once and a while.
  209. >Her other hand was firmly at her crotch, tickling and rolling her clit between her fingers. She imagined it was Norman's nimble fingers doing all this.
  210. >Her screams became too strong to hold back anymore as the electricity in her body amplified.
  211. >Her legs started to shake and she had a hard time keeping the rhythm going.
  212. "That's it, Norman," she moaned, "I'm gonna cum..."
  213. >Celestia felt her climax approaching fast. She only had a couple more seconds, a brief time to enjoy his cock.
  214. >Suddenly, her climax gripped her, sending her body into shakes.
  215. >Her thighs squeezed shut like a vise and her nails dug into the pillow. It was like someone had stuck a giant screw in her back and twisted it tight.
  216. >She was firmly stuck to the toy as her walls clamped shut. Her lips jerked in awkward thrusts, trying to wriggle as much of it inside as possible.
  217. >A warm puddle spread across the blue shorts on the pillow. Celestia shuddered when she watched her juices seep into Norman's clothes.
  218. >The next time he put them on, the next time he ran around the gym with his cock butting against the fabric, he'd be touching her.
  219. >She only wished she'd be able to feel it herself.
  220. >Lost in thought, her climaxed eased its hold on her. She started to come back down, realizing exactly what she'd done.
  221. >Here she was, alone on her bed, straddling the soaked remains of Norman's shorts and her favorite toy.
  222. >Her thighs were slick with sweat and juices, and when she lifted herself off the pillow, she could see some strands tethering her back.
  223. >The toy was an absolute mess, soaked from tip to base. She imagined Norman's cock covered in those same juices, her juices, claiming her as his own.
  224. >Just that one thought made her horny enough to start again, but it was already 11:30 at night, and it was still a school night.
  225. >She couldn't just leave poor Norman hanging like that. She knelt down beside the pillow and took a long slow drag with her tongue with a quick flick at the tip.
  226. >She indulged herself, rubbing her hand on her used slit. She even managed a second orgasm while her lips were wrapped tightly around the base of the toy.
  227. >She'd never wanted a man so much in her life, and she was no stranger to the streets. Just sucking him off was hot enough to make her cum, and this was just a dildo, a cheap knock-off of the real thing.
  228. >Celestia wanted---needed him, and the forbidden fruit was just in her reach.
  229. "It won't be like last time", she thought as she gathered her clothes and headed to the shower, "We'll be together, come hell or high water."
  230. >She recalled the last boy she tracked down. Short, a little pudgy, but with a tongue like Adonis.
  231. >He'd gotten scared and spilled the beans, and next thing she knew she was a thousand miles to Canterlot.
  232. >Moving was such a hassle; Celestia didn't want to do it again, unless Norman went along with her.
  233. >She planned her next move in the shower, giving her loins a little more attention from the steamy scenes she cooked up.
  234. >Celestia gave herself her third orgasm, and when she stepped out of the shower it was like her legs had turned to toothpicks.
  235. >She managed to creep back to her bedroom and grab the stained gym shorts.
  236. >It took all of her strength to throw the shorts into the washer down the hall, and before she could get them in the dryer, she'd passed out on her bed.
  237. >It was the longest night of her life.
  238.  
  239. +++
  240.  
  241. >Celestia was sitting at her desk, tracing thick lines across the top of a stack of paperwork when the phone rang.
  242. >She picked up the phone and held it to her ear, stating "Hello?" in a matter-of-fact tone.
  243. >"Hello, Celly," it was her sister's voice.
  244. "Hey, Luna," she smiled, "What can I help you with?"
  245. >"You know how the eighth graders are having their student health assembly today?"
  246. >Celestia took a deep sigh right into the receiver. Luna was used to it by now.
  247. "Yes."
  248. >"Well, I'm sure you know what unit they're going to be starting this week."
  249. >Celestia gave it some thought and scanned the room for some clues. Then she saw the calendar.
  250. "Oh no..."
  251. >"Uh-huh. We have to give them the talk."
  252. "Can't you do it, Luna?" Celestia begged, "I've got a lot of work to do."
  253. >"Oh no you don't," Luna spat, "I've got just as much paperwork as you, and it's YOUR turn to do it. I did it last year, remember?"
  254. "But---"
  255. >"No buts, sis. I know it's an awkward talk but it's part of the curriculum. If you don't discuss it the school board's gonna come down on us harder than an anvil."
  256. >Celestia tried to find a way out of the hole she was in, but she only found herself stuck.
  257. "Alright...I'll give them the talk. What time today?"
  258. >"10:00 AM, right before their gym class."
  259. "So we're going to talk to them about...THAT...and immediately put them in a hormonally-charged, athletic environment?"
  260. >"Hey, I don't make up the schedules, I just relay them. We'll meet in the auditorium, backstage at 9:50, to discuss what you'll be doing."
  261. "I already know what I'm going to be doing," Celestia sighed, "It's not like I need a guidebook for this kind of thing."
  262. >"If you say so, Celly. See you then."
  263. "Toodles."
  264.  
  265. >Celestia dropped the phone on its receiver and leaned back in her chair.
  266. >She looked up at the clock; it was already 9:00 AM.
  267. >She buried her head in her hands and whined a little to herself.
  268. >This was the last thing she wanted to do that day, especially in front of a bunch of eighth graders.
  269. >They'll point and laugh, snickering at all the embarrassing things she had to say, their bony little fingers like knives.
  270. >She didn't even have to say much, just tell them about the importance of contraceptives, but even the wrong word in the wrong place could have them all laughing at her.
  271. >That was the last thing she wanted, and even considered wearing her sunglasses so she wouldn't have to look at them.
  272. "Why can't Luna just do it every year?" she thought, "She's more comfortable talking about it than I am! Why put me on the spot!?"
  273. >Celestia gave the wastebin a swift kick, spilling discarded papers across the floor of her office.
  274. >Her toe twinged a bit, but she was more concerned with the paper.
  275. >She took a deep breath, bringing her blood pressure back down. She hated lashing out like that.
  276. >Celestia got down on all fours and started gathering the paper. She made it a little game, trying to see how much paper she could fit in one hand before chucking it back in the bin.
  277. >Once she'd re-disposed the last scrap of paper, she placed a hand on the desk to hoist herself up.
  278. >But her fingers didn't touch the cold, hard wood of the desk. They instead touched something soft and warm, but with an odd plasticy feel.
  279. >Caught by surprise she lifted herself to her feet, and only then did she realize what she was touching.
  280. >Norman's gym shorts, neatly folded on the corner of her desk, tucked in a Ziploc bag.
  281. >The words "Return to Norman Normal from 3rd Period Gym" were etched on the front in large, black letters.
  282. >Celestia had a brief flashback of the previous night, and had to douse the fire creeping between her thighs.
  283. >She was thankful it was sealed. No amount of washings in the world could get out the smell of two semesters of sweaty teenage boy, and if the bag was open, she didn't think she'd be able to control herself.
  284. >She paid the shorts no further mind, remembering why she brought them back in the first place.
  285. >Her plan would be set in motion at gym class, but she still had to get through the talk first.
  286. >Suddenly, she realized something when she read the bag again.
  287. >"3rd Period Gym"
  288. >That period of gym class was reserved specifically for the eighth graders, as they ate their lunch the earliest.
  289. >That could only mean one thing. Norman was going to be at the assembly too!
  290. >Celestia took a moment to digest this revelation. She wasn't sure if this was a good or bad thing.
  291. >On one hand, she was about to give a talk entirely about sex to the whole school, with Norman watching her, watching all the snot-nosed brats judging her.
  292. >On the other, however, she was about to freely talk about sex in front of Norman. She could say anything and his little mind would soak it up like a sponge.
  293. >She just had to say the right words at the right time, and before she knew it, he'd be primed for catching.
  294. >As long as he was somewhat in the front row, she could---
  295.  
  296. >>"Having bad thoughts again, are we?" A voice rang from between her ears. It was the last voice she wanted to hear.
  297. "What?"
  298. >>"Don't try to hide it from me, Celly," the voice droned in her skull, "I know every little thought that passes through your head."
  299. "I'm not going to do anything with him!" she spat back.
  300. >>"That's not what you were thinking last night," the voice chuckled, "You should have seen all the nasty scenes that you played in your head. It was like a damn movie theater of smut with you as the star."
  301. >Celestia immediately felt more pale.
  302. "You're the one who makes up those scenes in the first place."
  303. >>"I have to get the source material somewhere, don't I? And all last night you were thinking of fucking that beanie boy like he was the last man on Earth."
  304. "I did not!"
  305. >>"Then who the hell were you thinking of? Certainly not your husband."
  306. "Stay out of my business. Our relationship is...complicated."
  307. >>"I'm sure that's why you're out on the prowl right now, right?"
  308. >Celestia didn't bother replying. The last thing she wanted to be called was a cougar by some invisible voice.
  309. >>"Speechless as usual, I see. The sooner you admit you like a cut of the younger meat, the less I'll bother you."
  310. >She didn't say anything again, trying to think of the right response.
  311. >>"Look Celly," the voice said in a calming hum, "The only one who understands your passions is me. I'm the only one in the world who won't judge you for it. The least you can do is confide your feelings to me, and you'll be at ease."
  312. "I...I just don't want to admit it..."
  313. >>"You never will with words. Prove it with your actions. I'll cut you a deal. You get in bed with that Norman kid, embrace it, and fully accept that you love him above everything else in the world, I'll go away forever. I'll never bother you, never tease you, never weigh you down again. You can be your own woman again, Celestia."
  314. "You said that last time. I'm lucky I got away with my reputation."
  315. >>"Only because you were careless. If you'd just listened to me---"
  316. "Nothing good ever comes out listening to you! I'd be just fine if you left me to my own choices!"
  317. >The voice went silent for a minute, as if it were thinking.
  318. >>"You just keep thinking that, Celestia," the voice replied, "I feel that I'm not wanted, so I'll take my leave. I'll be listening during the assembly. And remember...I'm going to see every little thought that crosses your mind up there."
  319. "Leave me!"
  320. >Without another word, the voice vanished. She waited for another snarky response, but could only hear a deafening silence.
  321. >She glanced up at the clock. It was already 9:45.
  322. >Celestia sighed. She really didn't want to do this, but her hands were tied.
  323. >She grabbed the paperwork and tapped it against the desk, straightening it into one smooth block before setting it down in the top drawer.
  324. >She put the shorts on top. There was just enough room to close the drawer and turn the lock.
  325. >On the way out, she stopped by her secretary to let her know what was going on.
  326. "Sophie, please watch my office while I'm gone."
  327. >"Sure thing, Principal Celestia! Where are you headed?"
  328. "I'm just giving the student assembly today. I shouldn't be gone longer than a half-hour at most."
  329. >"Okie dokie, Principal. I'll watch your office until you get back."
  330. "You are good to me, Sophie. Thank you."
  331. >Sophie was fortunate that she didn't have to go to the assembly. Her volunteer hours as a secretary were more important.
  332. >She left the office in Sophie's care and headed out the door to the auditorium.
  333.  
  334. +++
  335.  
  336. >The auditorium clammered with every eighth grader in the school, their voices rising and falling like the tide.
  337. >Some shouted across the room to their friends, while others sheltered themselves in their own little worlds.
  338. >It was clear that most of the eighth graders didn't want to be there, but in reality, there wasn't anything better to do.
  339. >Anything to get out of class was worth their time, no matter how boring.
  340. >That didn't stop them from turning the auditorium into a madhouse.
  341. >Amidst the shouting and chaos of the theater, a pair of sisters stood backstage, the younger giving her elder a pep talk.
  342. >"Don't worry, Celestia," Luna said, "It's really not that bad."
  343. "It's not the speech that frightens me, sister," Celestia sighed, "It's...them."
  344. >"Who? The students?"
  345. "Who else? You know how they are, Luna! They'll tear me apart!"
  346. >Celestia turned her back, scanning the floor and biting her knuckle.
  347. >"I had to endure it last year, Celly. They're not that bad once you ignore them."
  348. "Easy for you to say!" Celestia spun on her heel and faced her sister, "I can't just ignore them! They're going to point out every little flaw!"
  349. >"Only if you give them the opportunity, sister," Luna tucked her arms around Celestia and gave her a squeeze, "And remember, I'll always love you no matter what happens. That's what sisters are for, right?"
  350. >A smile crept across Celestia's face.
  351. "Right," she rubbed the top of Luna's head playfully, but not enough to fluff up her delicate hairdo.
  352. >"The assembly's about to start," Luna reminded her, "Go out there and forget all about them, okay?"
  353. >Celestia shot her a nod and walked towards the stage.
  354. >In the middle of the stage was a podium, where she'd be doing the majority of her presentation, with a laptop hooked up to the projector on the back wall.
  355. >The file was already open on the screen, and judging by the title, there was no doubt why the kids were giggling.
  356. >It was only supposed to be a 10 minute assembly or so, but she knew it would feel like an eternity.
  357. >She stepped to the podium and cleared her throat. In an instant, the entire room went silent.
  358. >She looked up and immediately wished she hadn't. Hundreds of beady white dots were staring at her, as if scanning her for anything to point out.
  359. >No matter where she turned her head, there they were. She couldn't escape from them.
  360. >Just when she was about to have a panic attack on stage, a particular set of eyes caught her attention.
  361. >An olive-green beanie poked above the heads in the second row, with a face that Celestia couldn't forget.
  362. >In an instant, all the other children in the room melted away and her heart-beat quickened.
  363. >He had a look of total concentration, as if every ounce of his attention was directed at her.
  364. >She had to hold back the thoughts that ran through her head, lest she do something embarrassing.
  365. >Instead, she focused on the presentation ahead. She did, however, have a very naughty idea.
  366. "Good morning, students," she spoke into the microphone.
  367. >"Good morning, Principal Celestia," they echoed.
  368. "The school has gathered you all here today to talk about a very critical subject, sex."
  369. >As expected, the reaction was a mix of gasps and chuckles.
  370. "Sex is no laughing matter, children," she said flatly, "It's an important facet of human life, and if it wasn't for sex, you, your brother, your sister, your mom and dad, everyone wouldn't even exist."
  371. >A hush fell over the room again, but nothing would be able to stifle the giggles from the back no matter how she tried.
  372. >Ignoring them, Celestia continued.
  373. "While sex is very important, it can also be very dangerous. The school wants to relay information on how sex works, anatomically, psychologically, and physiologically, and the dangers of unsafe sex."
  374. >A particularly loud laugh rang out from the back. Celestia shot her gaze to the blue-haired boy in a black leather jacket.
  375. "Is there a problem, Brad?"
  376. >"Oh nothing, I'm just wondering why I need to be here. I've already had sex a bunch of times, and I know first-hand a couple of girls here have too."
  377. >The jocks around him whooped and high-fived him, but Celestia, and the other students, were not amused.
  378. "I guess you're right, Mr. Sentry," Celestia huffed, "You don't have to be here at all. Maybe a couple hours in detention would be better for your time?"
  379. >Before Brad could reply, a burly security guard had grabbed him by the wrist and hauled him out of his seat.
  380. >There wasn't much the scrawny kid could do as he was dragged out of the auditorium. The other students cheered and applauded their principal.
  381. "You can see that I take this matter very seriously, students," she said, "I won't tolerate any misbehavior or disrespect to the subject. Understand?"
  382. >"Yes, Principal Celestia," they all said at once.
  383. "Excellent. Now, back to the conversation..."
  384. >Celestia spoke for the next fifteen minutes, detailing the mechanics of sex from both the male and female perspective.
  385. >Some of the students wretched, some laughed, while others paid careful attention.
  386. >Norman, thankfully, was in the latter, and Celestia made sure to keep him engaged.
  387. >During the entire section on erections and the male orgasm, she specifically made eye contact with him.
  388. >His face reflected all sorts of odd emotions, ranging from uncomfortable to curious. She was sure he shot a gaze downward at one point.
  389. >She kept him in her sights the entire presentation, watching the subtle changes on his face.
  390. >It was clear he was interested, and the way his eyebrows stayed plastered against his beanie gave away his curiosity
  391. >At the end of the assembly, she thanked the students for their time and directed them out of the auditorium. She called a few names on the intercom, mostly for students who hadn't filled out their federal cards or some other shtick.
  392. >She made a point, however, to punctuate the end of her list with "Norman Normal".
  393. >Norman straightened up, his eyes wide with terror. Celestia shot him a calming look.
  394. >Or at least she thought it was calming. Norman's walk to the door was a hunched shuffle, as if he had something he wanted to hide.
  395. >Celestia smiled. She'd finished the assembly she'd dreaded and she had Norman right where she wanted him.
  396. >All that was left was to put her plan into motion.
  397. >She returned to her office, and in her excitement, managed to finish the entire stack of paperwork before the day was out.
  398. >She wanted to make sure her desk was clear, after all.
  399. >Just before the final bell rang, Celestia turned on the PA to give her final announcement of the day.
  400. "Good afternoon, students! I hope you all have a wonderful weekend! The school is having their annual bake sale this Saturday, and I do hope you all turn out to have some sweets!"
  401. >The students were taken aback. There was something off about her mood, but they didn't know what.
  402. "Have a great day, students! Also, will the following student please report to my office immediately: Norman Normal. That is all, see you all on Monday!"
  403. >When the announcement ended, all the students cheered, happy to finally be dismissed for the week.
  404. >They packed up their bags like a businessman late for his flight, and before the janitors had even grabbed their mops, they'd all gone.
  405. >Except of course, Norman, who dragged his feet all the way down the hall to Celestia's office.
  406. >He picked his brain, trying to think of what he got in trouble for. Was his beanie on too tight or something?
  407. >Norman decided not to waste his time trying to figure it out; he would know in a few minutes anyway.
  408. >He pushed through the door of the main office, were Sophie directed him to the Principal with a slender finger.
  409. >She was as surprised to see him there as he was, but knew better than to challenge Celestia's decisions.
  410. >Norman strode up to a large wooden door, with the words "PRINCIPAL" written in black block letters across the front.
  411. >He sighed and rapped his knuckles on the wood a few times. Moments later, he heard a soothing voice from the other side.
  412. "Come in, Norman."
  413. >Norman set his hand on the knob and let it fall to the side, just enough to push the door open and sulk inside the office.
  414. >Celestia gestured towards the empty seat across her desk. Norman took his time; sitting in that chair meant certain doom.
  415. >His footsteps fell heavy against the carpeted floor, a blanket of fuzz as white as the room.
  416. >Truly, the whole office looked like it had been sculpted from marble, including Celestia herself.
  417. >There were degrees, certificates, awards, and even old photos hung up on the wall, shrouding the principal in her own accolades.
  418. >Her desk was bare save for a nameplate bearing her name and a drinking bird beside a cup of water.
  419. >The bird swayed forward, dipping its beak in the water before coming right back up again to start all over.
  420. >The top of the bird was struggling to stay above water, but its other half kept pushing it back.
  421. >The bird could never have one way of the other; it would simply bob between the two. Celestia loved this toy. It made her calm.
  422. >Celestia clutched the shorts in her lap as Norman pulled out the chair.
  423. >He fell into the cushion with a whump, holding his hands together in his lap.
  424. "Sit up straight, Norman," she flicked her fingers upward as if pulling on a puppet's strings.
  425. >Norman obeyed, pressing his back against the chair and keeping his eyes forward.
  426. "Much better," she smiled, there was nothing she admired more than good manners, "Now, you're probably wondering why I called you in here. Do you think you've done anything wrong?"
  427. >"No ma'am," Norman stammered, "I don't think I've done much of anything."
  428. "You never seem to. Your record's been mostly spotless since middle school. But today I got word that you broke a fundamental rule today."
  429. >Norman swallowed a bubble in his throat.
  430. "It seems that during gym class, you violated the dress code. Is this true, Norman?"
  431. >Celestia leaned forward on her desk...a little too far forward.
  432. >Norman turned his gaze away from his feet, only to be met with two giant balloons inches from his face.
  433. >It was like she was carrying two volleyballs on her chest, wrapped in porcelain skin.
  434. >Her top buttons were undone just enough to keep her suit from tearing at the seams.
  435. >At the angle she was leaning, he could see the full roundness of her breasts, and in an instant, Norman was flummoxed.
  436. >His face turning a bright shade of red and his bottom lip detaching from the top.
  437. "Well, Norman?" Celestia said, letting him stare all he liked, "Did you or did you not break the dress code in gym class today?"
  438. >"Y-Yes, Principal Celestia," Norman flubbed. His jaw wasn't exactly working right.
  439. "What did you wear instead of the pre-approved uniform?"
  440. >"I couldn't find my shorts, ma'am," he said, breaking his gaze from her chest to look her in the eye, "I had to go to gym in my jeans."
  441. "How could you lose your shorts? They're kept in the lockers after every gym period, correct?"
  442. >Even with the boy spluttering over himself, Celestia managed a cool composure. Even if it was all an act, it was a very serious moment.
  443. "Don't fret, Norman," she brushed her hand across the air in front of her, "One of your classmates managed to find your shorts."
  444. >She held up the offending article, still sealed in its bag. Norman's dismay started to wane, and he found the strength to sit upright again.
  445. "You're lucky he found it when he did, Norman, otherwise you'd not have a pair of shorts for gym for the entire semester."
  446. >Celestia held out the shorts across the desk and Norman snatched it, thanking her all the while.
  447. "However," she said, her voice cracking like a whip, "This does not mean you'll simply go without punishment, Norman."
  448. >"Yes, ma'am," Norman gulped.
  449. "The dress code is a serious matter. You are hereby suspended from gym class for the next week."
  450. >"Principal Cele---!"
  451. "No objections," she said flatly, "It's on the minor end of punishments for dress code infractions. Would you rather be suspended from school altogether?"
  452. >"N-No ma'am."
  453. >Norman slunk back down into his seat, already missing all the games of basketball and dodgeball he'd miss.
  454. "Unfortunately, your suspension comes at a rather inconvenient time. As you know, I gave that assembly about sex education earlier this morning to preface the school about the lessons they'd be given. The school board mandates that students take those classes, and they just so happen to be this week."
  455. >Norman gulped hard, not sure what this all meant for him. He nodded and let her continue.
  456. "In light of a better solution, I'm going to be your teacher for these lessons, Norman."
  457. >Norman felt an uneasy feeling grow between his thighs, like something was trying to break free.
  458. >He wasn't sure he heard her correctly, did she really say...
  459. "Yes, I'm going to lecture you. I saw how excited you were during the presentation and I figured you enjoyed my style of teaching. There is one sacrifice on your part. I have meetings around the normal time of your class, so these lessons will be given at this time during the week."
  460. >Norman cast his gaze at the floor. He really hated staying after school.
  461. "Oh come now, don't be so distraught..."
  462. >Suddenly, a sharp tingle shot up Norman's spine as a dull pressure pushed against his crotch.
  463. >He looked under the table to see a slender foot, garbed in a thin pantyhose, petting the bulge in his pants.
  464. >He didn't know how to react; he was too stunned to say anything but too enraptured to make her stop.
  465. >Norman could only sit there and let her touch him.
  466. "After all, you seem pretty excited about it," she cooed.
  467. >Celestia's voice took on an almost inhuman purr and her thin lips stretched into a grin.
  468. >Norman held his head down. He couldn't bear to look her in the eye.
  469. "You probably don't even know what cumming is at your age, do you? You really need proper education on these things, don't you think so, Norman?"
  470. >"Yes, Principal Celestia..." Norman's words were chopped up by sudden gasps whenever she grazed just the right spot.
  471. "Allow me," she said with a purr, putting more pressure against his tip.
  472. >She loved watching him twitch and rock in the chair, as if someone was tickling his feet.
  473. >Even the old wooden chair he sat in didn't squeak so much. She didn't think a boy could be so sensitive.
  474. >She fiddled her toes around the ridge of his head, now pressed so tight against his trousers it seemed he wasn't wearing any.
  475. >He could feel him growing ever so slightly, spreading her toes out just enough for her to know.
  476. >Norman's face was a bright scarlet, and his eyes were glued shut. His jaw hung open, blasting hot gasps into the room.
  477. >"P-Principal Celestia...wh-what's happening...aaaaah~..."
  478. "Don't worry, dear," Celestia smiled, "It's only natural."
  479. >"I-It hurts..."
  480. "You're just inexperienced, Norman. It'll feel good in just a moment."
  481. >Celestia's grace never left her, even when she was did something as lewd as this.
  482. >Every word was sharp and crisp, as if she were scolding a puppy.
  483. "Undo the button on your trousers, Norman," she had a sudden thought.
  484. >"Wh-What?"
  485. "I don't want you to make a mess in your clothes," she lifted her foot off his bulge for just a minute, "I can get your pants and underwear off from here, but I need your button undone first."
  486. >Norman was too stunned by the whole scenario to really react. He just sort of bobbed his head up and down in a lazy nod while he grabbed at his waist.
  487. >He only now noticed how large the bulge in his pants had gotten, and a small damp spot right on the seam.
  488. >In embarrassment, he turned to the floor. Celestia rested her head on her hand and smiled. He was kind of cute when he was being so shy.
  489. >Norman pushed the iron button through its hole and his trousers relaxed their grip on his waist.
  490. >He put his hands behind him and looked back up at the principal.
  491. >She smiled and probed at his crotch with her toes again. Norman groaned as the fabric of his underwear touched the fabric of her stockings.
  492. >She pushed the zipper apart and pulled off the trousers until they were just above his knee, and his briefs came shortly after.
  493. >His bulge was no longer just a bulge, it was a tall rod standing up between his thighs. There was no mistaking the feeling of flesh against stockings.
  494. "Magnificent..." she whispered to herself, running the balls of her feet up and down his length. It was almost long enough to reach from heel to toe.
  495. >She didn't slow the rhythm in her legs once, even when Norman doubled over in pleasure.
  496. >"P-Principal Celestia...nnnngh...it's happening again..."
  497. "How does it feel, Norman?"
  498. >"It f-feels...aaah...something's..."
  499. "Let it out, Norman...don't be afraid."
  500. >His face contorted into itself, twisting into a tight grimace. His chest heaved, sending waves down his front.
  501. >The waves traveled up the length of his shaft; Celestia could feel it starting to pulse.
  502. >She couldn't see what was happening below the desk, but she needed to only see the look on his face.
  503. >He tossed his head back and let out a stifled moan, and seconds later, she felt it.
  504. >Norman's load oozed out of his tip, covering her stockings in a hot coating of fluids, before suddenly shooting in all directions.
  505. >Strands of cum landed against her feet, her shins, and God knows where else.
  506. >She kept her foot pressed against him the whole time, making sure every last drop of his virgin orgasm was gently milked out of him.
  507. >After a few hard throbs, his shaft relaxed into gentle twitches. The last little drops of cum oozed out, seeping around her toes and trickling down her stockings.
  508. >She pulled her foot back to her side of the desk and looked down at it. Her mahogany stockings were streaked with white.
  509. "It'll take a while to get that stain out," she thought. Her attention, however, was more focused on the exhausted boy sitting across from her.
  510.  
  511.  
  512. >WIth that, she pulled her foot away and stuffed it back in her shoe, leaving Norman to gasp in the chair.
  513. "That was just a pre-lesson, Norman. I'll see you tomorrow for the real lesson, yes?"
  514. >"Yes, ma'am," he panted.
  515. "I would hide that thing if I were you," Celestia chuckled, "Wouldn't want a girl to see you so excited, would we?"
  516. >"No, ma'am."
  517. "Good. Here are your shorts," she said, passing the bag over to him, "You are excused."
  518. >Norman nodded and sprang up to his feet. His excitement was still clearly outlined in his pants, and Celestia swore she saw a little damp spot near the top.
  519. >He quickly gathered his things and walked out of the office. Sophie noticed he was walking with a stiff gait, as if his knees stopped working all of a sudden.
  520. >She didn't think too much of it and went back to her work.
  521. >Meanwhile, Celestia reclined on her chair, her hands clasped behind her head.
  522. >She stared up at the ceiling, watching the fan toss some dust around.
  523. >>"Old habits die hard, I suppose."
  524. "Oh be quiet," Celestia spat, "Can't you just let me have this moment?"
  525. >>"Ah but Celestia, this is a time for both of us to celebrate! We're finally doing something we agree on!"
  526. "We never agree."
  527. >>"You say that now, but I can't wait to see you on your back for him."
  528. "Leave me alone."
  529. >>"Fine," the voice chuckled, "There's nothing exciting going on. At least, not until tomorrow...Toodles, Celly."
  530. >The voice made no noise as it left, and Celestia was once again alone in her beloved silence.
  531.  
  532. +++
  533.  
  534. >Celestia smiled when she heard a knock on her office door the next day.
  535. “Come in, Norman.”
  536. >The door creaked open just enough for the small, scrawny boy to slip through.
  537. >His eyes darted over his shoulder as he pushed the door closed, knowing full well that he was blocking his only exit.
  538. >The way he tucked his head between his shoulders reminded Celestia of a turtle waiting for an eagle to leave it alone.
  539. >But she and Norman both knew that he wasn’t leaving until she got what she wanted.
  540. “Right on time. I’m very happy that you’re punctual about our lessons, Norman, especially after school like this.”
  541. >”Yes Ma’am,” he squeaked. He hated staying after school, but he feared Celestia’s wrath if he skipped out on his punishment.
  542. “Please, have a seat, dear.”
  543. >She couldn’t help but steal a glance at his crotch as he took his seat. His pants were much looser than usual but just knowing what was underneath was enough to make her blush.
  544. >She had the whole school to herself now, but more importantly, she had Norman.
  545. >Norman watched as she circled around behind him, the memories of the last pre-lesson flashing through his mind.
  546. >Celestia stepped behind the chair and placed her hands on his shoulders. As if that wasn’t uncomfortable enough for him, she also pressed her breasts firmly against his head.
  547. “Now then, what shall we do with you today, Norman?”
  548. >”I-I don’t know, Principal Celestia…”
  549. “Well, let’s review the last session, shall we?” Celestia longered on the word “review” with a low purr.
  550. >Norman gulped. He didn’t need a review, it was burned in his mind like a cattle brand.
  551. >Celestia leaned over him and reached down to his crotch, gently rubbing an already growing bulge.
  552. >She couldn’t help but feel proud. He was starting to get hard just from being around her, even if he didn’t realize it.
  553. >Norman, on the other hand, was panicking, scared of his body betraying him, and Celestia’s deft touch wasn’t helping.
  554. >He grit his teeth as the bulge he wanted to hide became more and more obvious.
  555. ”Good...you’re remembering the feeling…”
  556. >”P-Principal Celestia...nnnh...what’s…”
  557. “You’re getting excited, Norman...it’s just your body’s way of saying you want me to touch you like this.”
  558. >”But I d-don’t want it! Aaaaaaah~”
  559. >Celestia focused her attention on his tip, dragging her fingers up and down the head like he was massaging a scalp.
  560. >Norman jumped in his chair; his inexperienced body recoiling from the sudden waves of pleasure.
  561. “See, Norman? It feels good when I touch you like this, doesn’t it?”
  562. >”Y-Yes…” Norman’s subconscious spoke before his head could. He couldn’t fool himself about the sensation, let alone his principal.
  563. “Good...I want you to feel really good, Norman...there’s so much more I can show you.”
  564. >”More?”
  565. “Oh yes, Norman...much more...The goal of my lessons is teaching you these things, dear. Don’t be afraid, Norman. Just let me guide you.”
  566. >Norman labored through the ordeal, trying to wrestle between his desires and his mind.
  567. >He didn’t understand anything that was happening, only that his Principal was making him feel sensations he’d never felt before.
  568. >It was like his eyes were opened, and that there was a reason behind the emotions he kept hidden away, for fear that they weren’t normal.
  569. >He sunk back in his chair and looked up at Celestia. Her breasts obscured most of his vision, and although he wanted to look her in the eye, he found the view to be strangely alluring.
  570. “There you go...just relax...look how big you’ve gotten…”
  571. >Norman looked back down and his eyes went wide at what he saw.
  572. >His cock was pointing straight at the ceiling, completely rigid in Celestia’s hands.
  573. >He’d never seen it get so large before; it was as long as a water bottle and just about as thick.
  574. >Norman hadn’t even noticed that she’d opened the front of his pants, let alone that his most private part was on full display now.
  575. >”P-Principal…”
  576. “Please...call me Celly, dear…”
  577. >“O-Okay...Celly…”
  578. >Celestia’s heart lifted when she heard him whisper her name in such a hushed voice. It only served to fan the flames burning in her loins.
  579. >”Wh-Why am I like this...what does this mean?”
  580. >Celestia shot a smirk down at him. She’d been waiting for him to ask that question since he got there.
  581. “Allow me to show you, my dear…”
  582. >With just a bit of reluctance she took his hands off Norman’s cock and circled around to the front of him.
  583. >Norman felt a sudden void in his stomach the instant she let go of him. It was as if he was in heaven and a hole had opened in the cloud under him and dropped him like a rock.
  584. >Celestia kneeled down between his thighs, eye level with his shaft. She looked it over, admiring the picturesque rod standing before her.
  585. >She curled her fingers around the base of his cock, eliciting a rasped moan from Norman, and without another word, Celestia enclosed her lips around his tip.
  586. >Norman shut his eyes and clutched the arms of the chair. His entire body tightened at once like a giant spring the instant his member was wrapped in her warm, moist lips.
  587. >It was a sensation like none he’d ever felt before, like he was being shocked right at his groin over and over.
  588. >Celestia, even having practiced on her toy numerous times, barely managed to get half of his length down her throat on the first go before gagging.
  589. >She pulled out for a second to catch her breath and stared back at his shaft, now half-coated in her spit.
  590. >She’d never gagged from a cock before, or even one of her toys. One lookover told her that taking his full length would be like swallowing a doorknob.
  591. >”A-Are you okay, Celly?” Norman managed to ask between pants.
  592. “O-Of course dear, I’m more than okay…” Celestia purred, trying to maintain her composure.
  593. >She held his shaft with both hands, and for the first time, she was shaking.
  594. >Celestia brought her lips to the halfway mark again, happy that Norman was still reacting as powerfully as ever, but forced herself to take just another half-inch of his length.
  595. >She lifted her head and came back down in one smooth motion, taking another half-inch.
  596. >And another, and another, and another until she felt his balls press against her chin.
  597. >Norman looked down in awe at the sight. His cock had completely disappeared, save for a bulge in Celestia’s throat.
  598. >She lingered for a few seconds, enjoying the unmatched size of Norman’s manhood, before starting to bob her head up and down.
  599. >>”Aaaah! Celly! Wait...aaah~...”
  600. >The sensation of his cock scraping against Celestia’s tight throat sent his body into shakes.
  601. >There was almost too much to keep track of. The vise-like grip of her lips around his skin, the deft maneuvers of her tongue coiling and prodding his tip as it moved back and forth.
  602. >Her cheeks trapped a warm bubble of air and spit, the perfect environment for his cock.
  603. >She looked at him and tried to keep her eyes open, but her eyes would roll back every time she neck bulged from his girth.
  604. >While Celestia managed to keep calm, Norman wasn’t sure what to do with his limbs anymore.
  605. >His knees quivered and tried to close to block off the woman’s assault, but they were about as helpful as telling her to stop at this point.
  606. >Thinking it would solve the problem, Norman brought his arms to Celestia’s head and forced her down to stop her from moving.
  607. >But Celestia, of course, couldn’t see it that way. Her mind was locked on serving him, and when she felt his powerful hands keeping her firmly stuffed with his cock, something snapped.
  608. Her thoughts raced. “Oh God...yes...hold me down, Norman...make me feel like a real woman…”
  609. >Her heart had never beat so fast, and her excitement was starting to show through her suit.
  610. >Her nipples threatened to bore a hole in her shirt and a stain started to expand in her inseam.
  611. >She wanted him now, more than anything, but she wasn’t sure if he was ready.
  612. >Renewed with passion, Celestia managed to outdo his strength and started pumping her head like a piston.
  613. >Norman sunk in his chair, the pleasure of Celestia’s actions like a great force pushing him down.
  614. >He didn’t know what was happening in the slightest, but every time his dick sunk into her warm, moist mouth, he started to see more and more.
  615. >His mind, with his body distracted by Celestia’s handiwork, started to admire the situation itself.
  616. >He couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was something incredibly amusing about seeing his principal on her knees, stuffing her face with his most private place.
  617. >All his life he was told it was a dirty place, not meant for anyone to see it, and here was Principal Celestia sucking on it like a popsicle.
  618. >He felt like a king, sitting up on his throne, with a wonderful maid doing her best to make him feel good.
  619. >It still felt a little strange to him, but there was no denying that the longer she went on, the more he enjoyed it all.
  620. >”C-Celly...you were right….aaaaah~...this feels...really good…”
  621. >Celestia lifted off his cock with a pop and stroked him at the same pace she was bobbing earlier.
  622. “I’m very glad to hear that, Norman,” she smiled, “You’re learning to use your gift to its full potential.”
  623. >She went right back to sucking as Norman continued.
  624. >”It’s just...nnngh~...so amazing…”
  625. “There’s even more I can show you, dear,” she purred, “Remember the assembly yesterday?”
  626. >Norman blushed. He remembered it well, and how it made him feel.
  627. >He had a strange feeling he couldn’t explain, but he realized that it was exactly the same emotion he felt when Celestia touched him, only magnified a hundred times.
  628. “Well, I think it’s time that I give you a more hands-on lesson…”
  629. >Celestia planted a kiss on his tip, a parting gift before the real party began.
  630. >She could just feel the energy pulsing inside his cock, just waiting to be released.
  631. >Every step she took was calculated; everything had to go perfectly.
  632. >She walked over to her desk, and with deep breaths, cleared away her paperwork, nameplate, and anything else that got in her way.
  633. >It was only when she saw the empty space she’d made that she felt the full weight of what she was doing against her.
  634. >She walked up to the desk and pressed her thighs against the front. And then, with a long, final sigh, she brought herself forward, bending over against the wood.
  635. >Her breasts pressed against the space where her report had been, which only served to make her feel like a slut.
  636. >Norman stared slack-jawed at the sight before him, marvelling at how alluring she’d made herself look.
  637. >Her hips were absolutely perfect, rounded and large, with a pair of lace panties tucked between her cheeks.
  638. >Her thighs stood like marble pillars, holding up her marvelous ass.
  639. >Norman didn’t want to look at her, but Celestia encouraged him to stare.
  640. “Go on, dear...explore all you like. It’s all for you to study…”
  641. >He nodded and walked over to her. He didn’t know what to do first, so he set his hand against her rump.
  642. >Celestia moaned through closed lips as he rubbed his hands against her succulent curves, up to her spine and all the way down her thick thighs.
  643. >Norman’s eyes did most of the exploration, looking at places his hands wouldn’t dare venture.
  644. >Like the fleshy mound between her thighs, which leaked rivers of juices from either side that ran down her thighs.
  645. >But most shocking at all was just how wet Celestia really was. The fabric of her panties were so drenched that she may as well not be wearing any at all.
  646. >The shape of her slit and the curve of her clit were outlined in the soaked silk, and it radiated an incredible heat.
  647. >Something deep in Norman’s brain urged him to touch it, but he couldn’t help but feel hesitant.
  648. >Celestia, well aware of his inexperience, edged him on.
  649. “Come on, Norman,” she cooed, “Don’t be afraid to touch me here…”
  650. >Celestia reached under her body and brought a hand to her panties.
  651. >She splayed her fingers against her crotch, grinding her fingertips into her slit.
  652. >Every touch turned up the heat in her loins, and she tried her best to keep her moans under control.
  653. >Norman’s mouth went dry from watching Celestia play with herself. Everything from the sounds of her fingers rubbing against wet flesh to her way her body squirmed was mesmerizing.
  654. “See, Norman? Mmmmmnh...it feels really good to touch me here...aaaaah~...Don’t be afraid…”
  655. >”B-But...it looks so dirty...I can’t…”
  656. >Norman spoke with a half-truth. While the thought of touching her there made him a little squeamish, he still had some respect for her. He couldn’t bring himself to do that to her.
  657. “Well,” Celestia huffed, “I still want you to touch me, Norman. It’s part of the lesson. If you think it’s so dirty…”
  658. >She bent down lower, presenting her ass even higher for him.
  659. “Maybe you can touch me with YOUR dirty place?”
  660. >Celestia purred and gestured towards his cock. Norman’s face turned a deep shade of red in an instant.
  661. >”Wh-What?!”
  662. “It’s quite alright, Norman...it’ll make us both feel really good...”
  663. >Celestia pulled her panties to the side, revealing her quivering slit to him.
  664. >She brought a second hand under her and pulled on either side of her folds to tempt him further.
  665. >Norman’s breathing quickened and his cock felt like it was about to launch from his body.
  666. >He didn’t want to believe it, but something deep down assured him that it was the right thing to do.
  667. >He wanted her, badly, even if he didn’t fully realize it yet. Slowly he brought a foot forward, followed by another, and started to inch closer to her.
  668. >Now Celestia’s breath was shallow, watching the man of her dreams creeping behind her, his massive cock bouncing on its way to her entrance.
  669. >”Are you sure, Celly?” Norman said, “Will it make you feel good too?”
  670. “Oh yes, dear,” she smiled, “It’s going to feel incredible...and for you, too…”
  671. >Norman stopped short, reaffirmed at her words, and guided his tip to her slit.
  672. >He wasn’t sure what he was doing; it was like he was on autopilot.
  673. >His tip sunk into her folds, and even that triggered a sharp twinge in Norman.
  674. >Celestia whined, rocking her hips into him to urge him on.
  675. “Don’t keep a woman waiting, dear...ooooh~...Put it all the way in…”
  676. >”Are you sure it’ll fit, Celly…?” Norman said.
  677. “It will dear, I promise. It might be a little tight...but that will only make you feel even better…”
  678. >Celestia said it to reassure him, but she wasn’t even sure his massive girth would fit herself.
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