Turboslut SciTwi 04

 

Once there, I'd be greeted by a stern looking Celestia and her smirking sister. Luna would pout her lips and blow me a kiss, and I'd look away blushing. Celestia would then order me to lift up my skirt for a panty check. I'd reach down and lift the hem of my skirt up, feeling my pulse quicken.

 

At first, I'd see Celestia's eyes dart around my hip and the middle of my labia. Then her eyes would slowly widen. She'd lean back slowly, drinking in the sight. I'd bite my lip with mild arousal. The sisters must be so close as to be able to recognize each other's underwear! Celestia would glance at her sister next to her, and turn her eyes back at me. She'd ask Luna if she had bedded me, and Luna would hold back a chuckle. Luna would explain that she merely fingered me and herself to a simultaneous orgasm, and that we swapped panties to ensure that I keep my modesty intact.

 

Celestia would turn to me and demand to know if that was true, and I'd nod. I'd flinch as Celestia swings out of her chair, circling around her desk, and kneeling in front of me. God, I wouldn't know what to do with myself, my hand still clutching at my upended skirt, and feeling Celestia's hot breath washing over my panties. Celestia would slowly lean forward, close her eyes, and give my pantyclad pussy a long and sensuous lick. I'd shudder and feel my legs quiver as she pulls away, smacking her lips and savoring the taste.

 

Celestia would comment on how she can still taste bits of Luna on my panties. My eyes would widen and practically bulge out of their sockets. She knows what her sister "tastes" like? The imagery of two sisters licking each other would flash in my head, and I'd blush furiously. It wouldn't come as a surprise, though, as I would've seen the two fingering each other when they took me out shopping for slutty lingerie. Still, it'd be a stunning revelation.

 

Before I can react, Celestia would tug my-- Luna's panties down, peeling it all the way down to my knees. I'd gasp and drop the hem of my skirt, but it'd be too late. The principal would plant her thick, soft lips on my pussy, giving me a series of voracious, sucking kisses down there. I'd feel my knees grow weak as I feel her saliva smudging against the entirety of my vulva, her tongue practically covering the length of my moist slit. I want to feel her groping hands digging into my butt, pulling my cunt closer to her mouth, and sloppily making out with my pussy lips.

 

I'd throw my head back in pure bliss, moaning Celestia's name and running my hands through her luscious, rainbow hair. God, it'd be like feeling a slice of heaven pressed up against my crotch. Soon, Luna would kneel in front of me and join on the feast, stealing licks away from her sister and even beginning to unbutton Celestia's shirt. I want to see the immaculate makeup around Celestia's eyes as she laps me up with her eyes closed, and feel a pang of jealousy at the slut-like perfection of her handiwork.

 

Soon, Celestia would be out of her clothes. To my surprise, she'd be wearing a surprisingly lewd g-string and a sheer bra, her pink nipples clearly visible through the fabric. She'd watch me staring at her, and ask me if I liked the view. I'd blush heavily and nod, and she'd give me a half-lidded grin. She'd lift me up in a bridal carry, and gently plant my ass on her mahogany desk.

 

Celestia would ask me if I had scissored with a female before, and I'd shake my head nervously. She'd exchange a look of pure smug lust with her sister, and stare back at me hungrily. She'd then raise one of her legs, plant her knee past my thigh, and stand mere inches from colliding her crotch against mine. Her labia and swollen clit would be clearly visible through the sheer fabric of her g-string, and I'd squirm a little.

 

I'd gasp and moan as she presses forward, meeting her pantyclad vulva against mine. I want to feel my eyes roll back into the socket as I feel her turgid bits rub against me, shifting the slight large fabric of Luna's panties and rubbing against my clit. Celestia would start with gentle rolls of her hips, making and breaking contact against my pussy repeatedly. I'd look down and see the transparent gusset of her g-string soaked through with her fluids.

 

The fact that an experienced woman like her was getting off on me would be almost too much for me to handle. I'd let out a high pitched moan like a bitch in heat, inching forward and eagerly meeting the swollen folds of Celestia. My breaths would come out ragged as her thrusts become more rapid. Goodness, what I wouldn't give to feel her turgid mound brush against mine. We'd spend minutes teasing each other with brief strokes of our cunts before colliding fully and rubbing away furiously.

 

I'd be the first one to orgasm, arching my back and spattering my fluids all over Celestia's cunt. I'd clutch at her well-toned waist and beg her to slow down, but she'd ignore me. My overly sensitive clit would be mercilessly rubbed against, and I'd feel the almost unwelcome second wave of orgasm wrack my body even before the first one ends. My legs would wrap around Celestia's powerful hips, locking her firmly against my pussy even as I beg her for a respite.

 

I'd drool and go completely limp as wave after wave of orgasms hit me, turning my brain into useless jelly.

 

Finally, after what seems like an eternity of unending full-body orgasms, Celestia would climax. I'd smell her fluids splashing against me, leaving Luna's panties completely soaked through. The feeling of her convulsing pussy against mine would be too much, and I'd orgasm with her. My head would be tilted sideways and my eyes blank, unable to think any coherent thoughts.

 

Celestia's legs would nearly buckle, and she'd stumble backwards. Luna would rush forward and support her sister, stroking the sweat-soaked hair out of Celestia's face. She'd whisper comforting words in Celestia's ears as I lay convulsing on the mahogany desk, still feeling the aftershocks of multiple orgasms. Celestia would finally come to her senses, muttering some expletives. Luna would giggle like a schoolgirl, giving her sister gentle kisses on the nape of her neck.

 

Happy birthday, she'd tell Celestia.

 

I'd prop myself up after a few moments, feeling myself sore all over like I had just swam several miles. The wet fabric of Luna's panties would cling at my crotch. I'd reach down and run my fingers through, then get a taste of my mentor's fluids. Celestia would see me licking up my fingers, and smile. She'd ask me how she tastes, and I'd just keep licking my fingers with my eyes closed savoring every lick. Her fluids would taste exquisite on my tongue, and the exhausted butterfly in my tummy would flutter again.

 

The sisters would thank me, each giving me a long passionate kiss.

 

I'd get off the mahogany desk, and stand up on wobbly legs. I'd be feeling weakened and exhausted, having just been fingered to climax and then scissored to multiple happy endings in the span of just a couple of hours. I'd feel the cool dampness of Luna's panties clinging against my pussy, the lewd undergarment completely soaked through with fluids from both Celestia and I.

 

I'd clear my throat, blush a little bit, and ask if I had passed my panty check. Luna would giggle, and nod without a word. She'd gesture at me to come toward her, and I'd obey.

 

Luna would reach under my skirt and begin to tug down at the soaked undergarments. She'd tell me that I did so well that she's willing to let me wear my crotchless bikini bottom again. She'd ask me if I would behave myself and not get into trouble, and I'd nod furiously, knowing full well that I might not be able to keep the promise. I'm a turboslut, after all.

 

With her undergarments reclaimed, Luna would stare at my thighs. Suddenly, she'd jolt forward, stick her head under my skirt, and give my bare pussy a long, greedy lick. I'd yelp in and tug down at my skirt reflexively, but too late. Luna would be licking her lips, savoring the taste. She'd tell me that she can barely taste her sister's nectar, teasing me for climaxing so many times during the intercourse. I'd blush meeky, and mutter an apology. Luna would pat my butt reassuringly, undo her pants, then step out of her (my) crotchless bikini she'd confiscated.

 

I'd gingerly take it from her hands and put them on, feeling the tingle of arousal return to my already-moist folds. My pussy was open and bare from down below again. And this time, I could smell the lingering scent of my mentor's juices.

 

Despite being nearly exhausted from the multiple orgasms, I'd once again feel my folds grow slick and tingly as I walk down the hallway in my getup. After a few giggles passing my way, I'd belatedly realize that I never bothered to fix my skirt or button my shirt after my intercourse with Celestia. I'd gasp with panic and tug down at my skirt. Luckily, it'd be only slightly upended in the back, probably revealing my moist cunny to anyone who happened to be walking the hallway behind me. I'd glare behind me, and of course, there would be throngs of boys trailing me, with their eyes fixated on my butt. Some would have the decency to blush and look away, but others would be too busy with their picture-taking to notice me staring back.

 

I'd brush down my skirt, and cover myself up proper. At least, as much as I could with this fingertip-length skirt. My cheeks would burn as I button down my blouse, realizing that I never bothered to readjust the bikini top back onto my nipples. My perky little tits would be hanging out, the darkened nipples pointing out in a slight angle.

 

I'd hurriedly fix the top and hide my modesty, but the damage would've been done. Not even minutes after my very first scissoring, during which I came multiple times, I'd be horny again. I'd redo the last button on my blouse, and look down in despair as a pair of tiny nubs begin to make themselves apparent through the fabric. My nipples were hard, and I'd be already slightly moist down *there* and who knows how many boys could smell me.

 

God, that last thought would drive my heartbeat to quicken to unreasonable levels. My mind would start to go wild, imagining seeing my glistering pussy posted all over MyStable, strings of beads from my fluids clearly visible in the harsh fluorescent lighting. It'd be tagged with my name and garnished with a caption full of degrading words about me. *Everyone* would know that I get off of being slutty in public. My friends, my parents, my relatives...

 

My knees would wobble with a fresh wave of arousal, and I'd stumble onto the floor. My body would still be weakened from getting scissored raw by my mentor, and I'd just collapse from the first wave of intense turn-on. The thought of everyone I know and care about learning that I'm an unrepentant turboslut would simply be too much.

 

I'd lay on the floor, roll onto my back, and feel my thighs rub against each other involuntarily. They'd be baby-oil slick with my fluids, ready for any stud with a courage to drive his pleasure rod inside me. I'd hear a moan and an "aa-- aaah~" stumbling out of my mouth, the pitch going awry as my arousal keeps building up and up.

 

I'd be clutching down at the hem of my skirt, trying desperately to cover my bare pussy. The boys would be taking pics of me, and that'd just make my arousal worse. I'd have my knees bent up and trying to get up desperately, but I wouldn't have any strength left. I'd only succeed in thrusting my pelvis repeatedly up into the air, with my feet apart and knees clenched together. Anyone who happened to be "below" me in angle would have a perfect view of my quivering wet cunt.

 

I'd bite my mouth trying to keep quiet, but the moans would just come out on their own. My mind would go from trying to hide my shame to doing whatever primal thing I wanted to do. I'd moan for that boy with the 15-inch dick, hoping he'd take me RIGHT NOW on the floor. I'd want him to skewer me with his throbbing cock. I'd want to feel him bottoming out on my cervix with inches still to go. I'd want to feel him dick me down to completion, flooding me with his seed of life.

 

And then, I'd cum violently right there on the floor for the dozenth time today. My eyes would be clenched and hips bucking upward, imagining getting my cunny brutally bruised by that boy's 15-inch cock. The shame would be unbearable. I'd be cumming from the thought of having my pics shared online, without even touching myself down there.