Title: BWCDG - Azure Lips (Luna) Author: FingerbangingMLP Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/YYnRpQX5 First Edit: Monday 4th of November 2013 01:59:38 AM CDT Last Edit: Monday 4th of November 2013 01:59:38 AM CDT >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.