BWCDG - Azure Lips (Luna)

>You are Anonymous, a student at Canterlot High.

>You are somewhat disappointed in your fellow classmates.

>Very few of them actually read the assigned material as Miss Cheerilee clearly instructed yesterday. This derails the class into a lengthy, tedious lecture regarding their learning habits and the material they neglected to read.

>The lecture is a complete waste of time for everyone involved, particularly those who actually read the damn chapter – namely, you.

>It’s not like it was even a difficult read. You could have read twice as far in half the time this lecture will take.

>You’d put money on the geeky purple chick having read way past you at this point, though. She probably even finished the book by now.

>Not that it matters. The next hour is going to be very-

>“ANONYMOUS, WILL YOU PLEASE REPORT TO THE VICE PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE AT ONCE, ANONYMOUS.”

>…interesting?

>Luna’s voice terrifies you, even when it’s not directed at you. Goddamn is it loud.

>Her tone didn’t sound particularly friendly, either…

>Still, you’re certain you haven’t done anything to warrant punishment.

>You glance up at Miss Cheerilee for her consent to leave, which she provides via a quick nod.

>Some of the students gaze at you pleadingly as you rise from your chair and make for the door, as if they’d love to take your place.

>You smirk as you step out into the hallway. You won’t be missing anything.

>Sucks to be them!

>As you stroll down the hall towards the office, you ponder what the summons could be for.

>You suspect it may have something to do with your last report of Internet activity at the school.

>As the main Internet monitor for the school, it’s your duty to report any violation of the school’s Internet policy.

>You’re probably not the genius you like to think you are sometimes, but it wouldn’t take an idiot to confirm those incidents of MILF porn as violations of the policy.

>You reported those incidents to the Vice Principal at the end of the previous day.

>Considering you were mere minutes into the first class of today, she obviously didn’t waste much time deciding on a course of action…

>You arrive outside her door and knock.

>“Come in.”

>Opening the door, you step into the office.

>Vice Principal Luna sits behind her desk, face slightly flushed and fingers tapping the desk surface.

>You’re not entirely certain what her deal is, but you’re guessing she’s fairly irritated.

>Luna locks eyes with you and her demeanour eases a bit.

>“Ah, Anonymous. Please, have a seat.”

>You make your way over to one of the chairs in front of her desk and sit down.

>…

>Something about Luna seems a bit off to you.

“Um… are you alright, Miss Luna? You seem a bit-”

>“I am fine, Anonymous!”

>Her quick reply cuts you off as she fidgets in her seat a bit.

>Hmm…

>You can also swear you smell something… ‘off’ about the room, but you can’t place it.

>…

>Whatever, she insists she’s fine. It’s not your business, anyway.

“So, uh, why have I been called here?”

>Luna exhales a breath she must have been holding before proceeding.

>“Anonymous, I am very concerned about these reports of… pornographic material being viewed on the school’s computers! This is a respectable institution of learning, and it needs to be treated as such!”

>The build-up in her tone as she vents suggests an incoming speech… but mercifully she trails off.

>Her flush returns, a slightly deeper shade of red than before. Her voice lowers.

>“It is bad enough that such a… lewd incident occurred at the school prom this year. We cannot tolerate this behaviour becoming ‘normal’!”

>Ah yes… that incident.

>Your pants tighten at the memory.

>That DJ and what you assume – or at least, HOPE – was her date and/or boyfriend just getting up in the booth and doing… THAT to each other in front of everyone, without a care in the world.

>You’d be lying to yourself if you said that hadn’t snuck into your own fantasies… especially when they pertained to a certain blue-skinned school official…

>…

>Gah! Your head is in the clouds…

>You shake it a little and refocus your attention on Luna.

“So, is there something you want me to do about the Internet… uh, porn? I’m pretty handy with computers… I believe that’s the reason I got this position in the first place.”

>Your voice rose in volume slightly at the mention of porn. She didn’t seem to notice, thankfully…

>Actually, she appears to be in her own little world right now.

>Her eyes gaze past you, taking on a ‘far-off’ look…

>…

>You clear your throat, drawing her attention back to you. Her flush deepens.

“How about I tweak the school’s security filters in order to better screen out the… um, the porn?”

>Luna’s cyan eyes study you, her expression quizzical.

>“Filters?... Forgive me, Anonymous; I am not as well-versed as my sister in this field of knowledge. Perhaps you could demonstrate what you mean?”

>You expected that answer. That’s why you were summoned, after all.

>You give her a nod and make your way behind Luna’s desk, standing beside her.

>She fidgets in her chair a little more as you approach… and that odd smell gets a bit stronger.

>You already decided to leave the matter alone, so you try to retain your focus for the task at hand.

>Luna moves to input the password to her laptop and you politely avert your eyes from the screen.

>…she’s taking her time with the typing. Clearly, it’s not the Vice Principal’s strong point.

>Your mind wanders back to the night of the prom, frolicking amongst the lewd imagery at its whim.

>…

>Damn it, boner, this is neither the time nor place.

>…but then, it wasn’t at the prom, either… and look what happened there.

>You silently pray that Luna stays focused on the computer screen and doesn’t notice the sizeable bulge in your trousers.

>At last, the typing ceases. Luna offers her laptop to you so you can more easily demonstrate your adjustment of the school’s security filters.

>You move to access her web browser-

>Goddamn it, it’s Internet Explorer.

>Don’t know why you WEREN’T expecting that one.

>You sigh internally and begin to type in one of the websites you remember showing up as ‘offending’.

>Your attention is divided yet again, this time by Luna… not because she’s speaking, mind. She is completely silent.

>You notice out of the corner of your eye, however, that’s she’s not watching the computer screen.

>You can’t quite tell what she IS looking at, but she keeps glancing downward near your midsection. Her blush is even deeper than it was before.

>…she noticed.

>Your own face heats up as you type in ‘tapthatmilf.com’, bringing up a page with plenty of naked/scantily-clad women splayed everywhere.

>Luna’s eyes have stolen back to the monitor. They nearly bulge out of her head at the sight.

>“A-Anonymous!” she stutters. “Why have you gone to such a… a… vulgar, lewd site…?”

>Her fidgeting intensifies as she trails off, and she bites her lower lip when she finishes speaking.

>You give your head another shake in a desperate bid to clear your mind of any lewd thoughts before forming a response.

“Uh… this is one of the offending websites. It should have been blocked but it wasn’t.”

>Luna stares blankly at the screen for a few agonizing seconds. Then…

>“Anonymous… What… What is a ‘milf’?”

>Your jaw drops slightly, the question taking you completely off-guard.

“Well, uh…”

>The heat from your face could melt a glacier as you try to find an ‘appropriate’ way of explaining it to your Vice Principal.

“See, s-some people find older women… particularly attractive. That’s basically what it refers to…”

>Luna sits there in what you assume is a stunned silence as she ponders your answer.

>You try to ignore your now-painful erection while showing her the process for manually blocking the site.

“Th-this is basically a stopgap method until I can look at the filters more closely. I’ll pull up another site and you can give it a try.”

>Luna nods silently, prompting you to continue.

>Without even thinking, you type in ‘hot4teacher.com’ and hit ‘Enter’.

>...

>That website was not one of the offending sites you discovered the other day.

>You use that website in the privacy of your home.

>Wordlessly, the two of you gaze at the screen.

>The ‘teachers’ are wearing skirts that wouldn’t cover anything while standing straight up… and many of them are bent over school desks.

>Peeking back at Luna, she’s biting down hard on her lip. You could have sworn you heard the smallest of moans escape her.

>You dare not shift your legs, fearing the awkward situation might cause you to add to the weird smell in the room…

>…

>…oh.

>OH.

>Slowly, you turn to face Luna. She stares back, her eyes brimming with questions.

>“Anonymous… These websites… Do young people really find these older women… so attractive?”

>You nod weakly.

“Y-yes…”

>Luna’s gaze lowers to your crotch again. You feel like you’re about to spontaneously combust, but her attention does not waver.

>“Do you… Do you find me attractive this way, Anonymous…?”

>Now you wish you HAD caught fire.

>Your secret fantasy…

>The woman you’d spent a lot of time with during the year as an important member of the student body was about to play into that fantasy.

>You cannot answer; the words will not come. You can only nod.

>Luna’s mouth parts slightly. Her voice turns distant and sorrowful.

>“But, Anonymous… no one finds me attractive like that. I catch their conversations… Many of them speak in erotic fashion about… her. Am I… Am I really pretty enough for you to think about this way?”

>You are living what your brain determined to be an impossible scenario: Luna, alone with you in her office, asking if you think she’s pretty.

>Not having prepared for this test, it has no answer.

>Your head slowly leans towards hers, seemingly of its own volition… and her lips part in surprise.

>Barriers are shattered as you take the opportunity and kiss Luna deeply, resting your hands on her shoulders.

>She gasps into the kiss at first… but returns it with surprising eagerness.

>Her hand slips down to your trousers as she gives your trapped erection a rub.

>You moan into the kiss, bucking your hips at the touch.

>Luna breaks off shortly after, gazing at you with wonder in her eyes.

>“Anonymous… I did not think anyone would be so bold like this with me…”

>You didn’t either, to be honest. It just… happened.

>You can’t turn back the clock now, though… but you don’t think you would.

>Caution has no place in this scenario any more.

“I’ve noticed a peculiar smell ever since I set foot in here…”

>As you speak, you guide your hand down to her crotch.

>Luna shivers as it reaches the front of her pants. She slips into ‘caps-lock’ mode as you press down, feeling some serious dampness there.

>You move to rub her through her pants-

*knock*

*knock*

*knock*

>Your attention snaps to the door, as does Luna’s. Both of you are frozen in a mix of shock and arousal.

>You hear a familiar authoritative voice carry through the door…

>“Little sister, I need to talk to you about the upcoming soccer tournament.”

>No doubt about it; that’s Principal Celestia.

>There’s no chance in Hell of explaining away what’s going on if she sets foot in the room – even if you both weren’t totally flushed in the face, the scent of arousal is firmly present and thickening by the minute.

>Luna gives her best effort to regain composure before answering.

>“Sister… I… I am meeting with Anonymous right now! Please… Please come back later!”

>The effort was lacking.

>Were it not for your shock, you’d have facepalmed by now – Luna’s voice is thick with want.

>Celestia’s response makes your stomach lurch.

>“…oh? I see… Well then, you two carry on! ”

>The singsong response is followed by the sound of retreating footsteps.

>At least she’s gone now…

>Your attention shifts back to Luna, who offers you a sheepish grin.

>You can’t help but laugh nervously at the close call. She shares the laugh with you.

>After a few seconds, Luna takes your hands in hers. Her cheeks are bleached with red.

>“Anonymous… I want to feel your touch…”

>You’re still a bit stunned that this is actually happening as she guides your hands to her chest, covered as it is with her nice, professional clothing.

>You grab lightly, admiring the way her tits feel through the cloth.

>Luna may not have the largest chest, but you’re guessing there’s a reason she directed your hands there.

>A low moan confirms your suspicion.

>You have to move your hands in short order as Luna lifts her shirt over her head, exposing her bra-clad tits to you. The nipples are plainly visible.

>…

>Your brain, currently on life support, comes to for a brief instant, and you acquire a marvelous idea.

“One moment…”

>Directing your attention to the laptop, you quickly get some music ready… (Barry White - Can't Get Enough Of Your Love Baby.)

>This will do nicely.

>You return your gaze to your Vice Principal. She’s staring at you, her cyan eyes filled with equal parts anxiety and lust.

>You reach your shaking hands to feel for the clasp, making a lucky guess as to its location while reaching behind her…

>As you push Luna’s bra up out of the way, her glorious chest seems to bounce a little as if to greet you.

>You can’t possibly resist…

>You begin kneading one breast with your hand while your mouth goes to the other, taking the nipple into your mouth.

>Luna squirms under your attention, letting out a series of moans as you alternate between lightly grazing the nipple with your teeth, suckling on it and swirling your tongue around it.

>Your remaining hand slips down to her pants, unzipping them and venturing inside…

>Cupping your palm over her panty-clad slit, you press down and rub, relishing the gasp you elicit from Luna.

>Moving the panties isn’t necessary for the moment – your hand is soaked through the fabric alone.

>You raise the hand up to your face shortly after, admiring the scent of Luna’s arousal close-up.

>You slowly lick your hand clean of her essence. Luna trembles at the sight, whimpering a bit at the loss of contact with her most intimate place.

>It’s time to press the matter.

>You motion for her to get up, which she does in shaky fashion.

>Your next move is all the more satisfying – you press her down onto the desk, her unzipped pants sliding off in the process.

>Luna doesn’t seem to mind, leaning up and capturing you in a passionate kiss. You return it with equal passion, your tongues gently sliding across each other.

>You eventually break off and start trailing kisses down her face, towards her exposed chest. You show them the same love, focusing on the nipples thoroughly with your tongue.

>Down, further along her body you go, as she quakes with pleasure beneath you.

>At last, you reach her soaked womanhood.

>You gently slide her panties down, revealing those glistening azure lips.

>You lean in and give them a long, lingering lick, your tongue trailing agonizingly slow.

>“Anonymous, I… I… oooohhhhhhhhh…~”

>Luna’s voice collapses into a moan as your mouth is suddenly flooded with her essence.

>Caught completely by surprise, only about half of it remains in your mouth – the rest coats your face.

“…enjoyed my work, I see.”

>You glance up at Luna’s face and smirk, her juices dripping off your own face.

>Luna’s visage is the most flushed you’ve ever seen someone else… She’s panting from her orgasm, her eyes shining with affection and further want.

>You take the brief lull in activity as an opportunity to unzip your pants and peel off your underwear.

>Your boner springs up, head glistening, just begging for a turn.

>Luna catches sight of it. She looks you in the eyes again and nods.

>You climb back on top of her, spreading her legs out a little further and lining yourself up just right…

>…only to ‘miss’ on purpose, rubbing your erection along her entrance a couple times.

>Beads of sweat run down Luna’s brow as she bites her lip in anticipation.

>“Please, enter me!~”

>…not the best attempt at ‘dirty talk’, but it’s far from off-putting.

>You do as she asks and slide into her…

>…only to be stopped by an unexpected tightness.

>Your mind takes a few moments to register what this could mean.

>…

>Could Luna really be a virgin? This gorgeous woman?

>Your mind wants to reject the possibility… but Luna’s continued pleas are demanding your attention.

>Your dick pushes forward, forcing its way through the obstruction.

>Luna’s hands on your back clench tight, her nails digging into your skin.

>You move to her neck, kissing it and nipping it lovingly to try and draw her mind from the pain.

“Are you okay?”

>You look up at Luna’s face. She’s grimacing, but manages to smile through it and answer with a nod.

>You ease yourself out and push back in slowly, setting a deliberate pace.

>Even though you just had a first-hand experience of her orgasm, her moans are escalating again.

>You wonder if she’s naturally this sensitive, or if it’s just a lack of endurance owing to it being her first time.

>Though, you’re hardly one to talk… You’re not exactly ‘Mr. Experience’ yourself.

>Already on edge from all the previous excitement, Luna’s tight inner embrace has you very close to releasing…

>Desperate to trigger another orgasm before you lose your own load, your hands return to her nipples and resume giving them attention.

>The combined sensations of your manhood deep inside her and the tit stimulation triggers an instant reaction – Luna’s legs snap up and wrap firmly around your midsection.

>You briefly panic, realizing there’s now little chance of you changing positions or finishing anywhere else…

>Groaning, you grip Luna’s tits hard as you feel your load about to spill.

>Luna reaches up to pull you down into another passionate kiss, moaning into it as she feels you begin to cum.

>The hot seed flowing into her does the trick, setting off a second orgasm.

>Between her legs completely locking around your midsection and her arms around your head, you feel like you’ll never escape her grasp…

>…not that you would ever want to.

>Luna, the woman you desired, lies beneath you, gladly accepting your love…

>The thought makes you pulse again a few times before you’re spent, collapsing fully into her warm embrace.

>“Anonymous… That was wonderful… Thank you for sharing this with me…”

>Luna’s response comes out in short pants, her strength clearly spent.

>You move your hands into Luna’s hair, stroking it as you gaze lovingly into those shining cyan eyes of hers.

>Your mind is completely blown that this even happened in the first place… It’s unbelievable.

>Your own eyes hide nothing from her as you exchange soft smiles.

“I… I love you, Luna… I love you.”

>You wish you could have thought of something better to say… but at the same time, that’s probably the best thing you could have said.

>Luna’s face shines with affection as she rests a hand on your cheek.

>“I love you too, Anonymous… Surely, having shared this with each other, we shall wed upon your graduation…”

>…

>You’re sure that statement should alarm you on some level… but you can’t bring yourself to care right now.

>…

>Did you just hear someone giggle?

>…

>…

>…

>…nah.

>You’re not going to let an idle thought ruin this moment for you, anyway.

>A dream you long thought of as naught but wishful thinking just came true… and you couldn’t be happier.