ZIP UNZIPS
Episode One of the Zip Files: The Saga of a Lesser Supervillain
Recap: Zack ‘Zip’ Zilch has discovered he has the power to control women’s clothing with his mind and to enlarge his penis. Having caught him taking pictures of his classmates in their underwear Zip’s sixth-period Biology teacher, the buxom Mrs. Denise Sablier, confiscated his phone and demanded he stay after class. Once the door was locked, things got a little out of hand. Denise ended up stripped to her thong and sucking on Zip’s penis – assuring her student that if anyone learned how she had calmed his ‘unruly’ behavior they would never believe him. However, as she slurped on him, Mrs. Sablier was blissfully unaware that Zip had used his power over her own skirt to retrieve his previously-confiscated phone from her desk. She finally spotted him filming her fellating him, moments before his cock began erupting cum first into her mouth and then all over her face.
No characters depicted in this work are under the age of eighteen.
CHAPTER 5: ZIP UNZIPS HIS V-CARD
Standing before him, Denise’s entire buxom body quivered with rage, while streamers of Zip’s jism dripped down her lovely face.
“How did you get that phone?!” she demanded. She stomped her foot, in fury. This caused several tendrils of his cum to go flying off, down into her breasts – which scarcely made a difference in either place, given how much she was already wearing there.
“I wouldn’t worry about that, Mrs. Sablier,” Zip said. “I would spend more time thinking of the answer to the question: what are you going to give me for this?” he asked.
Flipping the phone around he showed her the video he had taken of her sucking his cock.
Her eyes going wide, Denise gazed into the screen in dismay. The clip was short, but it contained all the necessary details: her own lips slurping eagerly up and down his thick shaft. A brief detour up to his face, to prove who it was her lips were worshiping. And more than enough background details to make it clear that not only was she sucking her own student’s penis, she was doing so in her own classroom – and while very nearly naked. Licking her lips, Denise stared at the short looping scene in shock. But she was not one to back down lightly; and a moment later, she shook her head, furiously.
“G-give you?!” she demanded. “What do you mean, ‘give’ you? H-how do I owe YOU anything for sucking your dick, Zip?!”
“Because of this,” Zip said. Holding out his hand, he pointed at the board.
Turning, Denise followed his gaze – and her jaw dropped. “Oh… oh my God…” she moaned.
Before her glowed the long list of terms she had been laying out for him. The terms, she realized in horror, that she had been about to demand from him… before she had fallen to her knees, and ended up choking on his cock.
“You were going to do all that to me, for just one photo of Erica Blake with her shirt open,” he reminded her – enjoying the view of her side-on in her panties, with his cum dangling and dripping off her enormous bare breasts. He lifted up his phone, on which she was still sucking away on repeat, and grinned. “How much more then, do you owe me for this?” he asked her.
Staring at her own list of degrading and humiliating terms, the color seemed to drain off of Denise’s face – though it was difficult to tell, with all the semen still drooling down it. Then she turned back to Zip. Her head shook back and forth a little bit – looking, somehow, even more stunned than when she’d first laid eyes on his gigantic penis.
“Zip,” she gasped. “J-just give me…”
She started, instinctually, to reach for his phone. Zip quickly darted a step back, and held it up higher.
“It’s already backed up to an encrypted cloud account,” he lied. “Even if you take it from me, you can’t destroy the evidence of what you did.”
Mrs. Sablier gasped, in shock. For just a moment a look appeared upon her face like she was considering trying to beat the non-existent password out of him. But, even if the doors were locked, they were not impenetrable. And if Zip started yelling his head off and people came running, and burst the door down – to find her crouched over him in her underwear, beating the shit out of her own student while smothered in his cum… well, it’s not like that was going to go any better than ‘just’ a video of her sucking his cock. Zip saw a shiver pass through her semen-splattered features – and suddenly the will to violence, or to even attempt to control the situation any further, seemed to go out of her. She collapsed back up against her board and, in a token gesture – like she was giving in entirely to a mugger – she lifted both hands up and held them beside her head.
“Oh…oh God… y-you win!” Mrs Sablier suddenly moaned. She stomped her foot, and turned her head away petulantly. But she made no more move to argue, or escape. “I… I am at your mercy, Zip,” she said. She took a deep breath, and then turned and looked him in the eye. “What do you want… in exchange for not telling anyone about… about what we just did?” she asked him, breathlessly.
And a moment later, her eyes darted briefly downwards, and then back to his face.
“Hmm…” Zip said.
Gazing upon her huge breasts and sumptuous curves, squirming before him, there was one obvious thing to ask for. But having just nutted, with his long dick still swaying limp between his legs, he lacked the balls to even try to ask for that – both literally and figuratively. So, his eyes sweeping up and down her, he suddenly saw something else that caught his eye.
“Your panties,” he told her. Reaching out one hand, he pointed at the tiny purple thong that, besides a pair of black spike heels, was the only scrap she still had anywhere on her body. “Take them off and give them to me.”
Her eyes blinked.
“Wh-what?!” she gasped.
From the look upon her cream-covered features, there had been several things the busty nearly-naked teacher had been thinking he might ask of her – but this was apparently not one of them. She shook her head, her eyes wide.
“Y-you can’t be serious!” she yelped, shivering in her little just-demanded panties in shock.
“Take off that little thong,” he reiterated, pointing at the skimpy purple garment wrapped around her buxom hips, its scoop front just below her belly button, “and hand it over. I’m keeping it – oh, and that big matching bra too.”
She shook her head, and squirmed, her buxom scantily-clad hips thrashing back and forth.
“But… but I’m a married woman. And your teacher!” she objected. “I… I could n-never…”
“Didn’t stop you from sucking my dick,” Zip pointed out.
Mrs. Sablier licked her lips, and then moaned.
“Oh… oh alright,” she groaned.
Bending forward, she dropped her hands down, and put them to either side of her buxom hips. Her thumbs caressed briefly, along the skimpy straps of her little purple thong. Then, they slipped down through them. Hooking her thumbs outwards, Denise drew the hips of her panties a few inches away from her curvy rounded flesh. Then, she looked up – and her jaw dropped wide open.
“Oh… oh my God,” she gasped, her eyes blinking up at him in shock.
For his response to his teacher giving in and getting ready to strip for him had, naturally enough, been to take a step back – and get his phone camera ready. Staring up into his lens, her fingers trembled inside her panties. Her lip quivered too – dislodging a bit of his cum off to fall to the ground. .
“Come on, Mrs. Sablier,” he chided her, smirking down into her aghast, uplifted face, through his glowing screen. “What are you waiting for? Hurry up, and do what you agreed to!”
The buxom teacher gaped back up at him for a few more seconds, her hands trembling inside her thong and her jaw hanging open in disbelief. She was bent over enough that her huge breasts hung down, jostling and jiggling against one another, as she squirmed. Then, her face twisted with fury, and she shook her head.
“Oh, Zip, you… you filthy little pervert!” she hissed at him.
And then, bowing her head, with a moan, she went through with it. Zip watched in awe as, using her own hands, his teacher tugged her tiny thong down the wide curves of her rounded hips. He licked his lips, as they slid down onto her thighs. He got a brief glimpse of her pussy, but then it was blocked by her descending hair and breasts. Her hands, trembling, guided her little panties all the way down to her ankles. They settled down to rest atop her high heeled shoes. Then, with a gasp, she stood back up.
Zip could not help himself. At the sight of the busty teacher standing before him, naked, he let out a loud whistle. Denise blushed, and squirmed.
“You’re not done,” he reminded her. “Don’t stop there.”
Denise groaned, but then reluctantly nodded. Awkwardly, she slipped first one foot and then the other out of her panties, until they lay in a tiny heap on the floor of her classroom. Then, bending low, she picked them up. Reaching out she let them dangle before her – and stared, as they swayed back and forth from her extended fingertip.
“What are you doing?” Zip asked her, still filming.
Mrs. Sablier looked up, into his camera, and shivered. She licked her lips, and blushed. But she had gone way too far to back out now.
“I’m… I’m giving Zachary Zilch my… my underwear,” she specified.
“You mean your panties,” Zip chided.
She blushed slightly, but then slowly nodded. The tiny garment in question twisted back and forth, dangling from her finger. “Yes,” she said.
“Why are you giving them to me?” Zip asked.
She gasped, and quivered. Her pretty face quivered with indecision. But in the end, she could only come up with one explanation.
“I am giving him my panties,” she said, “t-to repay him for letting me suck his… his penis.” Then she looked up. “Is… is that good enough for you, Zack?” she asked him.
“Perfect,” Zip admitted. Closing the clip, he slid the phone back into his pocket. Then he came forward, to accept. Reaching out, he put his hand underneath her dainty little thong, open palm up – waiting.
Denise gasped at this. But her fingers, holding her dangling panties, did not release them just yet. She stared at them for a few seconds, as they twirled back and forth above her student’s waiting palm.
“What are you planning on doing with them?” she asked him. “You don’t seem the type to want to wear them,” she admitted. Then her face twisted, with sudden outrage. “Are… are you going to hang them up on your bedroom wall, like some sort of filthy little trophy?!” she asked him.
In actuality, Zip had demanded them because it had belatedly occurred to him that if his powers did only work on women’s clothing – as was starting to seem to be the case – obtaining a few examples to practice with was of rather prime importance. And what better way to get some than to also make his buxom teacher get naked at the same time? But, now that she had said it, the idea came out of her still semen-coated lips, slipped straight into the back of his brain – and promptly settled in to stay.
“Something like that,” he said – already mentally imagining what they would look like hanging over his bed. But her suggestion did give him a new and perverse idea, that he could act on immediately – and did. Reaching down, still holding her panties, he began to unbuckle his belt. But as he did so, he finally caught something in her previous tone, and looked up.
“I’m not the first?” he asked, curiously.
Her eyebrows went up.
“To steal my underwear?” she said. She shook her head, and laughed. “Oh, heavens, no! Back in the day, after a shoot, whatever bikini or lingerie I had been modeling had a tendency to mysteriously vanish right after. And my own underwear I’d changed out of too, if I wasn’t careful.”
She looked up into the middle distance, as if reliving old memories – and smirked slightly.
“Unless I lost count, I think there are still about five of my bras floating around out there, each one probably held by some lighting grip or whatever,” she said. “Probably kept very carefully guarded, in the back of a closet somewhere – and also very carefully hidden from his wife.”
From the expression upon her face, despite the perversion and perfidy involved, it appeared that she could not help but be quite smugly satisfied by this theory.
But her smirk didn’t last very long. About then, Zip finished up. He re-buckled his belt; having secured her surrendered thong just behind his first belt-loop. Looking down, Denise gasped – and then blushed, her hips squirming back and forth at the sight.
“But… but I will admit,” she said, staring, “no matter how many times guys stole my underwear… none of them had the balls to do that with them in front of me, afterwards.”
A deep blush spreading across her cheeks, as she gazed upon the sight of her own panties dangling from Zip’s belt like a trophy of conquest; as if she were a vanquished warrior whose colors he was claiming, now that she had proved completely outmatched… by a mere high school boy.
Zip, meanwhile, had something else on his mind. Getting his first good view of it, directly, he looked straight down at her pussy. It was completely shaved, her nether lips moist and glistening. But his penis, though starting to swell up again from the sight of her stripping off her panties and then from her naked body, was not all the way hard again. Which meant he had some time to play with her… and he instantly knew how he wanted to do it.
“You were playing with your pussy while you sucked my penis, weren’t you Mrs. Sablier?” he asked her.
The lovely teacher’s jaw dropped, and her eyes widened in shock. Clearly, she had not realized she had been caught. She still had no idea, of course, of the hidden camera he’d had pointed right up at her naughty stroking fingers… steered and piloted by her own tiny traitorous skirt. Her lips quivered, and for a moment she didn’t seem to be able to come up with an answer.
“It’s okay,” he told her. “Just admit it. I don’t mind.”
She gasped softly, her eyes blinking wide. And then, slowly, she seemed to give in.
“Y-yes…” she admitted softly. Her buxom naked hips squirmed, back against her board, while one hand rose up to caress nervously at her lips. “Yes… I… I was fingering myself as I sucked on your cock,” she finally confessed to him.
“Did you satisfy yourself?” he asked her.
Her blush deepened, and then she shook her head.
“No,” she said. “No… no I didn’t…”
“Well then, why don’t you keep going?” he asked her.
Her eyes widened. “Wh-what?!” she gasped. Her free hand dropped down, and caressed across her wide flat belly… but then stopped, before her fingers could sink any further. Staring at him in shock, she bit her lip and whimpered.
“What’s the matter? I came, why shouldn’t you? You’re a grown woman. You aren’t ashamed of your own libido, are you?” he asked her.
Instinctively, she shook her semen-splattered head back and forth. “No, I’m not,” she said. The lie could not have been more obvious – but she still seemed compelled to say it.
Zip smiled at her.
“Well then go ahead, and keep going,” he said.
Denise squirmed again. She seemed to be caught between a rock and a hard place psychologically speaking. But in the end, the temptation of the suggestion itself seemed to win out. Her fingers trembled, caressing across the sleek flesh of her belly – halfway between her pussy and her belly button. She took a deep breath, and then slowly nodded.
“Okay, she whispered.
And then, at last, her fingers sunk down. They stroked, briefly, over her thick and gooey outer lips. Her breath quickened, her eyes staring into his. Then, slowly, her fingers peeled herself apart, and one slipped back up inside. She let out a tiny moan. But still she could not resist. Soon a tiny ‘slup! slup! slup!’ sound rose up, rhythmically, from below her buxom naked hips – as Denise once more began caressing a swiftly goo-covered finger in and out of her naked, naughty nether lips.
Zip just stood there, and watched her. He didn’t say anything – and, her lips trembling, neither did she. The busty teacher squirmed, and moaned a couple times – but continued to play with herself right there, in front of her own student. Then, at last, a big grin on his lips, Zip reached back down into his pocket – and pulled out his phone.
“W-what?” Denise gasped. Her eyes widened in shock, to see what he was doing. And yet, though they briefly froze, she did not seem to be able to bear to slip her fingers back out of her pussy.
“I already have footage of you sucking my cock, and taking off your panties,” Zip blithely reminded her. “What’s a little more?”
Denise let out a tiny whimper, her lip quivering, in response. But even if it didn’t seem to fully satisfy her, the reminder of how much he already had over her did seem to stay her hand, as he swung his phone around and got it to bear. Soon he had her framed once more, quivering before him – one arm having risen up instinctively to cover her breasts, and the other down between her legs, at her pussy.
“Go ahead,” he encouraged her, once he had started filming again. “Keep going.”
She let out a tiny sigh, and her blush deepened. But a second later, even though her lips gave no reply, her hand obeyed… and began once more stroking and sliding in and out of her naked dripping pussy.
“That’s good,” Zip assured her – and carried on filming. Zip let her go about another minute, letting her get used to fingering herself in front of his camera. Then, he got to what he was really after.
“Why did you strip off your clothes for me, Mrs. Sablier?” he asked her.
Her eyes widened, and she let out a stunned yelp. For several seconds she blinked at him, squirming, not answering… while her fingers continued to fly inside her cunt.
Mrs. Sablier, of course, could not remember why she had done that – because she hadn’t. But memory, Zip knew from bad personal experience, could be a fuzzy thing. Especially if the mind wasn’t clear – and there were few minds less clear than Denise Sablier’s that night, as she trembled before him naked with her hand inside her pussy and her face smothered with his cum.
Finally, the intensely horny teacher licked her lips, and went with the only answer, in her current self-penetrated state, that seemed to make any sense.
“I… I stripped off my clothes for you, Zack,” she said, “b-because punishing you made me so… so very very wet… and so very very horny.”
It was the answer he had wanted. He guessed that when she looked back into her blurry recollection of this extremely bewildering evening, her own head would build up details around the fake answer she had just given him – just like, to pick a very not random example, he had seen his own mother’s lies become absolute truths once she’d told them often enough. Even if she didn’t fool herself though, her statement meant nobody else would believe anything other than that she was a giant slut. Or at least, bluntly, so he hoped…
But, in giving him that gift, the wet-fingered and pussy-stroking beauty had accidentally dropped a far juicer morsel. However, before he tried to push further, he decided to give her a reward – for being such a good teacher.
“That’s good, Mrs. Sablier,” he told her. She whimpered, and blushed, to hear him use that tone upon her. Still smirking, he nodded downwards. “Why don’t you go ahead and use both hands?” he asked.
She gasped, and her eyes flashed up and stared in disbelief into his lens. The very idea that her own pleasure could be his to reward her with seemed to shock her. And yet, the suggestion proved too tempting to resist. A moment later, she licked her lips and moaned – as her entire body squirmed.
“Oh… okay…” she said.
Her other hand had been up, mostly clutching the side of her immense left breast. Detaching her hand from her huge booby – letting it sway and slosh freely once more – she slid it down her body. It trembled – as if it knew full well what following his suggestion meant – but kept going, down across her flat belly, until it slid up between her legs alongside its fellow. There, as her less dominant hand, it slipped down into her pussy, and then spread it wide apart. Then, with her drooling cavity now gaping wide before it, her other hand shot up and began to devote itself full time to stroking and pounding furiously up along the front wall of her cunt.
Biting her lip, she let out a loud moan- as the increased stimulation between her legs made her whole body tremble. Her arms, coming down from either side, were pressing her gigantic jugs together, making them squeeze and jostle delightfully as she squirmed. It was an amazing sight, but Zip did his best not to get lost in it.
“So you always get wet when you punish a student, Mrs. Sablier?” he asked her.
The buxom teacher took a deep breath – and then let out a sharp squeak, as if just now realizing what she had accidentally let slip.
For a moment, it looked like she was going to try to deny it. Her fingers momentarily froze in her cunt. They shivered for a second. Then, she let out a loud gasp – and her fingers suddenly started pounding harder.
“Not… not all of them,” she moaned. She shook her head, and then licked her lips – shivering, while her fingers stroked furiously along her cunt, before diving back up inside. “J-just… n-nasty perverted b-boys… like you…” she confessed.
“Is that why you always went after them?” he asked. “I know they deserved it sometimes,” he said, quickly, when he saw her mouth opening to protest. “But… c’mon…”
Denise bit her lip, and whimpered. One hand spread her pussy open wide, while the other caressed nervously around inside, as she considered. He could see from her face that she clearly understood the implications. If she said yes, on camera, then she would be handing confirmation and vindication to every single boy she had ever punished that she had only done so because of the soaking aching hunger between her legs. Her face flushed bright pink, at the very thought. And yet, she was so far gone now, so completely owned by Zip the Unzipper, that she did not seem to even see the point in trying to lie about her own desires anymore.
“Yes,” she said, finally softly. Her finger quivered… and then made another trace, slowly and delicately, around the dripping interior of her defenseless pussy. “E-every single one,” she finally confirmed for him – as an extra dollop of moisture drooled out of her cunt.
Zip smiled. Then, he decided that that was just about enough.
“Thank you, Mrs. Sablier,” he said. “That will be all.”
He closed out the clip, and lowered the phone to his leg.
She moaned – but did not budge from where she stood pressed up against her board before him.
She had been masturbating in front of him for some time now. In some of his porn searches, Zip had seen several shoots where he was pretty sure the production crew had just injected an entire bottle of KY jelly into the actress’s cunt before shoving her out to get boned. Mrs. Sablier looked wetter than any of them. It looked like an army of snails had marched up the insides of her thighs and converged on her vagina.
Her eyes blinked up at him for a few seconds. Then, slowly they dropped downwards again. They spread wider, and her jaw opened up with a gasp of breath.
For the long period he had spent watching her play with herself, on top of the time he had already enjoyed watching her strip and hand over her panties, had had a predictable effect upon Zip’s penis. As she watched, his long cock grew, lifted up, twitched… then grew some more. Her eyes blinked wide, and her breath quickened. Still it grew further. Soon it was fully erect once more pointing up at her belly.
Staring at it, Denise shook her head.
“Oh my God…” she said. “Y-you young guys come back so fast!”
“Were you not expecting that?” Zip asked.
Mrs. Sablier took a deep breath and then shook her head. “I… I skipped right over boys like you when I was your age, and went straight to adult men,” she confessed. Then her eyes darted up and sharpened when she saw the expression that, quite hypocritically, had spread across Zip’s face. “Not like that! Not, like, in an illegal way! Just… I had no time for boys my own age, is all.”
“Are you having second thoughts about that now?” Zip asked her.
Eyes darting down, she licked her lips and shivered. “A little…” she admitted, softly. She gazed at his gigantic penis a few seconds longer. It was pointed up at her belly button now. Her fingers shivered, inside of her pussy. Her gaze flicked briefly back to her thong, dangling from his belt, then back to his face – though she could not resist taking a brief detour back onto his gigantic cock along the way.
“So… so is… is there anything else you want from me Zack?” she asked.
“There is, Mrs. Sablier,” he said.
Her eyes dipped down again, briefly, and then came back up.
“What is it?” she asked him, softly.
Her voluptuous buns wiggled back and forth, pressed against her board.
Zip’s cock pulsed, in front of her broad bare belly.
“You know what it is, Mrs. Sablier,” he told her.
She took a deep breath, making her immense breasts rise and fall, her eyes fixed on his.
“So, just to be clear,” she said, softly, “is…is this another condition you… you are forcing upon me?” She glanced over at her own list of demands for him, blushed slightly, then looked back at him and squirmed. “Are you saying,” she said, “that I have to do… to let you fuck me… or else you will destroy me?”
Her fingers moved just a little faster, inside her pussy, right after asking him that. She whimpered slightly, and shivered – as her buxom naked body waited for his answer.
Zip thought about a moment.
He was not exactly an ethical person. In his brief moment of post-nut clarity, he had realized that much of what he had done to his classmates’ clothes earlier, if the law found out about it, would certainly be considered some sort of crime – though there might be some wrangling to figure out exactly which one. And it’s not like, having just discovered them, he was going to stop using his naughty new powers any time soon. But despite that there were a few lines he was not willing to cross.
‘Or maybe I just don’t have the balls, yet…’ he thought.
“No. If you don’t want to fuck then you can just leave,” he informed her. “Though I’m keeping your bra and panties, regardless.”
Denise’s reaction was not quite what he expected. For just a moment, her expression was like he’d just slapped her across the face with her own panties. Her jaw fell open, and she stared at him for a second. But then she seemed to recover from her initial surprise. Her face twisted, and she bit her lip. She let out a tiny whimper – as her fingers continued to fly inside her pussy. Her eyes darted back and forth between his cock and his face. And then, at last, she spoke.
“Oh…” she said softly. She took a deep breath. “Well… well, in that case… I… I guess it’s alright then….”
Zip suddenly felt a bit light headed. He wasn’t sure if he understood properly.
“What is alright?” he asked her.
She looked away a moment, and then looked back – and her cheeks blushed slightly.
“I… I mean… I mean, well… I did already suck your cock,” she pointed out. She licked her lips, and sighed. “And hand over my panties,” she added. She looked down at her already cum-smothered body, and shook her head. “If… if I’m going to let myself get in that deep, well then… well then, I should probably at least get something out of it myself, too – shouldn’t I?” she asked him. From her expression and tone, Zip got the distinct impression she was trying to convince herself rather than trying to convince him.
Zip promptly felt his stomach churning, and felt himself rage with sudden self doubt. Suddenly, he needed exact clarity as to what was going on – no more innuendo.
“Under the circumstances, Mrs. Sablier, could you please say exactly what you mean?” he asked her.
Denise took a deep breath. “That… that’s fair…” she allowed.
But she still didn’t seem to want to answer right away. Her hand, down between her legs, trembled. Then her fingers slid out and stroked gently over the lips of her pussy. Her eyes dropped down, and gazed upon his enormous penis. She whimpered softly, as she saw it pulsing hungrily, pointed up towards the center of her belly. Then, at last, she answered.
“I mean, Zachary Zilch,” she whispered, as her fingers rubbed back and forth over the lips of her pussy, “that if you want to then… then you can have sex with me.” She took a deep breath. Down between her legs, her finger slipped up and stroked inside herself, and she shivered. “I… I want to feel what it’s like to… to have you inside me,” she softly added; her own much smaller finger stroking inside herself as she stared in disbelief at his penis.
“Oh…” he said. His head spun.
Then, out of a sudden prickling sensation, he looked down at his thigh. His phone was there, clutched into his hand. He pulled it back up, and looked at it. Without thinking or looking, on the anticipation she might be about to march out the door, he had started up another clip. It would have been filled up entirely with the side of his pant leg… but it would still have captured her voice.
Sheepishly, Zip held up the phone, and showed her.
“I was recording,” he informed her. “Uh… sorry.”
Denise Sablier stared at it, and her lip quivered in horror. “Oh… oh my God…” she whispered.
“This doesn’t change anything, does it?” Zip asked – closing up the clip, before it could get too long.
Denise took a deep breath, and then shook her head.
“No…” she said. “No, it doesn’t…”
“Where should we do it, then?” he asked her.
Stifling down her inner turmoil, Denise turned her head and slowly surveyed her own classroom. Then, seeming to decide, she suddenly detached herself from the board.
Without speaking, she turned away from him, and strode right over to her own desk. Turning, she looked down upon it. Her face pensive under the last few drooling streamers of his dripping cum, Mrs. Denise Sablier slowly studied the many articles of her own life that lay strewn across her desk: pictures of herself and her husband on their honeymoon; bits of lesson planning; various teaching awards made from glittering etched crystal.
“Fuck all of this useless shit,” she said.
Reaching down with one arm, she swept it all off her desk in one giant swoop. The pride and joys of her life clattered down onto the floor in a gigantic racket; some intact, some broken. Not bothering to look at them, she clambered up onto her own desk, and then lay down upon it, face-up and lengthwise. Her head was towards the windows, her legs towards him. Spreading her thighs open, she hooked her ankles up under the corners of her desk. Then she lifted her head, and peeked down between the broad jiggling peaks of her large breasts.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked him, impatiently – seeing he was still standing exactly where she had left him.
‘To wake up,’ Zip thought, but did not say. For a second, he continued to just stand there, staring in awe. Even after their negotiations, even after she had given her clear and unambiguous consent, he just could not quite believe it was finally happening. That after all this time, after all the waiting, he was finally going to get laid. Then, he snapped out of it, and did his best to get his porn star back on.
“Hold your horses,” he told her.
Moving as fast as possible, he peeled out of his shirt, and took off his pants and boxers. Then he approached her.
‘Holy shit,’ he thought, as he observed her spread thighs waiting for him, her bulbous ass pressed to the top of the desk.
He stopped just long enough to summon up her skirt, and have it form an impromptu stand, down where she couldn’t see, and slipped his phone onto it.. Just in case he did end up in jail or in a lab somewhere or whatever, he wanted this captured more than anything. Then, once it was filming her, he moved in. Approaching the desk, he clambered up onto it with her, and then positioned himself between her open legs. Holding onto her knees, he looked down at her. Mrs. Sablier’s body was laid out before him, from its flat belly to her huge breasts to her gorgeous face peering expectantly up at him.
‘Jesus Christ’ he thought to himself. ‘I’m… I’m like a dude with a learner’s permit, in pole position at the Indy 500…’
Still trying his best to pretend he knew what he was doing, he came down until his belly was pressed onto hers. He looked down into her face. Her thighs were squeezed to either side of him. But now, he got somewhat lost. Though he could feel his hard penis pressed against something wet and interesting somewhere, he was not sure exactly what. None of this was proving quite so intuitive as he had always imagined it being.
“Mrs. Sablier?” he said, at last.
“Yes?” she asked, lying beneath him.
“I have a confession to make,” he said.
“Oh?” she said. She swiveled her thighs out and in, impatiently. “What is it?”
“You’re my first,” he told her.
Her eyes got very large. “J-jesus Christ, really?!” she moaned.
From the stunned expression that appeared upon her gorgeous face, this news shocked her. That Zip the Unzipper of all boys was a virgin of course would have once been the least surprising news imaginable. But that a boy so inexperienced could get so far with her so fast seemed to produce a sudden crisis of confidence within the beautiful teacher.
“Can you, uh, help guide me in?” he asked her.
She shook her head. “I’m… I’m not sure that…”
“You’re my teacher!” he pointed out, before she could finish. “Teach me!”
“I… I never intended to be… to be that sort of teacher!” she protested.
“Tough,” he replied.
She took a deep breath, and then nodded. “Oh… very well,” she said.
Reaching up, she took a strong grip on his shoulders, and helped pull Zip up and into position. Without realizing it he had been a little too low – at a spot where his penis could nuzzle her pussy, which she had mistaken for him teasing her, but not really achieve any penetration. Then, lifting up one thigh to help make room, she reached down and around. Wrapping her fingers around his penis, she guided him up until his tip was pressed into her entrance.
“Th-there,” she said. Letting him go, she returned her hand to her desk, beside her ass. Her fingers clutched the edge of her desk, shivering slightly in anticipation. “Now, just push,” she advised him.
“Okay,” Zip said. Reaching out, he put his hands on her bare shoulders. “Ready?” he asked her.
Feeling how wide she was being spread on just his tip, she shivered and thrashed her head from side to side. “No, I’m not,” she confessed, in a soft moan. “But… but hurry up, and do it anyway!”
“Okay…” Zip said. He pushed his hips forward. His enormous penis slowly pushed Denise Sablier’s labia lips wide apart, and then began burrowing up into her vagina.
“Oh… w-wooow…” Zip gasped, as his giant penis finally sunk into the fabled pussy at last. Somehow, despite all the build-up in his head, she felt even better than he had expected. He marveled at the way she clamped and squeezed tightly around him, even as he steadily invaded her.
Her reaction was only scarcely less stunned, though seemingly for slightly different reasons. “Oh… shit… oh, shit, oh God…” she moaned, her face blinking wide in awe, at what she felt entering her. Her buxom body trembled in a way that, based on the expression on her face, it had never quite done before.
“Is this normal?” Zip asked her, curiously, once he had a few throbbing inches inside her and kept on sinking.
Mrs. Sablier took a deep breath, and then groaned. “It… it doesn’t usually take this long…” she admitted, her eyes blinking wide, as she felt him still entering her.
“Am I doing it wrong?” Zip asked, worried.
She promptly shook her head.
“No, I think you… you’re just… just really long!” she moaned, her body trembling as another impossibly thick fraction-of-an-inch sank into her.
“Oh,” Zip said. He pushed in deeper and groaned.
“You’re really tight,” he said, finding it exquisitely hard to make headway with the way her pussy was already clamping hard around the first half of his cock. “Are you not wet enough?”
Mrs. Sablier quivered and shook her head. “I… I’m wetter than I have ever been in my life!” she confessed.
“Oh… so what’s wrong?” he asked.
Her eyes rolled up in her head and she let out a deep moan, her cheeks flushing pink.
“You… you’re just really fucking thick!” she told him.
“Oh,” Zip said. He pushed in just a little deeper, and could indeed feel her vagina straining to contain him. “I’m sorry,” he said.
She thrashed her head from side to side. “No, don’t be sorry!” she said. “Don’t be sorry!” He sank in a little deeper and she groaned, her pussy convulsing around his cock. “J-just keep going!”
“Oh,” Zip said. He grinned. “Okay, will do!”
Then, with one last push of his hips, he finally shoved himself in as deep as he would seem to go. Mrs. Sablier swallowed, and blanched – but she could seemingly do nothing but shiver, as he shifted his hands around, taking a firmer hold upon her now that he was seated securely inside her. Naturally, the specific hand-holds he chose were her giant tits, wrapping a hand around each of them from the sides and giving them a little squeeze into their deep warm softness.
“Okay,” he said. “Ready?” He began to draw back, reveling at the way her pussy slurped tight around him as he moved inside her – preparing for his first thrust.
At long last, with a deep gasp, Denise seemed to realize what it was the tip of his penis had been resting up against, inside her – and what that meant. “W-wait!” she gasped, shivering under him. “Wait! Don’t go quite so deep! Or… or if you have to, at least t-try to be-”
But it was too late – and he probably didn’t have the ability to follow any directions she would have tried to give anyways. With a groan of pleasure, Zip slammed forward inside her – and then again and again. His head rolled back and he gasped in awe, as he discovered the exquisite pleasures of fucking a real tight and wet pussy at last.
“Oh, F-FUCK!” Mrs. Sablier moaned. Her eyes rolled up and she started to tremble uncontrollably up against him, as his enormous cock-head began to slam away brutally all the way up inside her. The look upon her gorgeous features made it seem like her brains were going to dribble out her ears, any second now. His head lifted high, his hips pounding furiously away, Zip was too distracted by his own intense pleasure to notice.
“Oh, shit!” he said. “Oh, g-god damn! This is awesome!”
He carried on fucking her for a while. Not actually very long at all, but it felt much longer when each stroke in and out of her was like a little taste of heaven. Then, he looked down into her face… and found it contorting through a series of odd shapes, while a string of bizarre sounds emerged from her lips. But her eyes seemed to be focused right on him.
“Are… are you alright, Mrs. Sablier?” he asked – with some difficulty, given the ecstasy coursing up through him from her pussy.
Her eyes still staring up into his, she bit her lip and moaned. She squirmed and whimpered under another deep thrust. But then, she could hold back from him no longer.
“I… I’m trying very hard not to kiss you,” she confessed. Her eyes blinked wide again, staring up into his face, as he gave her another thrust.
“Oh…” Zip said. He cocked his head, puzzled. “I thought you hated me, Mrs. Sablier,” he said. His hand on her immense left breast gave it a luxurious squeeze.
She shivered, and licked her lips. “I… I do hate you, Zip,” she admitted. “I… I have always hated you.” Then she wriggled up against him and moaned, as she took another deep thrust inside her pussy.
“Then why do you want to kiss me?” Zip asked, confused.
Her lips trembled, as she stared at his.
“I… I think because you have an extremely big penis, and you are using it to have sex with me,” she confessed. As she said this the expression upon her wide-eyed face was as if even this level of analysis was currently just about at the limit of what her brain could handle.
“Oh,” Zip said. He thought for a moment. “I’m not wearing a condom,” he reminded her. “Does that help?”
She licked her lips and moaned… at the reminder that as his gargantuan cock head pounded deep within her the way in front of it was completely unprotected, with an open pathway right up into her womb. Contemplating this, she shook her head.
“No… th-that just makes me want to kiss you more!” she said, her buxom body quivering as it took another impaling stroke.
Zip laughed at this, which just made her blush harder.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” he asked her.
“What?!” she asked. Her eyes blinked wide, staring into his… as if, in his last few strokes, Zip’s long cock had already wiped clean any memory of their conversation from within the busty teacher’s brain.
“What are you waiting for?” he repeated, giving her another one deep. “If you want to kiss me, Mrs. Sablier, then just kiss me.”
“Oh…” she gasped. Her eyes fluttered, fixed on his face. “Okay…” she said. She took a deep breath, which had the effect of lifting up her huge breasts and pressing them into his chest. Then, she lifted up her head, to comply.
But once more Zip’s inexperience showed. Now that he was inside he was doing fine, thrusting away into her. But looking at her lovely sweaty face, he completely misread her signals. Just as she lifted up, he turned his head away. Which meant that, as he fucked her, Mrs. Sablier’s plush and opulent lips ended up pressing into and delivering a sweet lingering kiss… to the underside of his chin.
Feeling the press of her luscious lips against him, a huge grin of surprise spread across Zip’s face. Mrs. Sablier’s lips quivered against him. Then she drew black. Her eyes blinked wide.
“Oh…” she gasped, as she saw her own lip-print, clear as day in bright red, under his chin.
Still riding high, Zip recovered quickly. Turning down, he looked into her gorgeous face, and smirked to see her stunned and disappointed expression.
“What’s the matter?” he asked. His smirk broadened. “You didn’t think I meant on the lips, did you?”
She shivered, and groaned. But then, her cheeks flushing bright pink, she slowly shook her head. “No,” she whispered, covering for herself.
He grinned.
“You have to give me a lot more, before you earn that,” he told her. He turned his face away, and grinned. “Go ahead,” he said, throwing another thrust down into her. “Keep going.”
Denise Sablier mewled softly, her gorgeous cheeks on fire. But a few seconds later, a trickle of excess lubricant leaked out of her cunt, during another deep thrust… and she shivered, and then nodded.
Lifting her head back up, she pressed them to him again. And then again, and again. Tilting his head first one way and then the other, Zip’s grinned gleefully as, with a deep moan, his buxom teacher pressed a series of kisses all over his cheeks, and chin, and neck, as he fucked her.
But, while just having cum all over her helped him last longer than he honestly had any right to, Zip soon started to feel his pleasure rising within himself. This happened much faster than it had with her blowjob, and for good reason. Despite all her most enthusiastic efforts when laboring on her knees Denise had never managed to pleasure more than a tiny portion of his huge schlong at any one time. While now, her worshipful pussy squeezed tight around him on each and every thrust.
Zip honestly had no idea how it was working; by all rights it seemed like he should be thrusting all the way up into her belly button, and even what little Zip knew of girls’ internal anatomy told him that should be impossible. Nevertheless, somehow, he was going balls deep on each and every thrust, so deep his gigantic seed-heavy testes were bouncing off her taut round buttocks every time he slammed in hilt-deep within her – with the result that her tight impaled pussy was worshiping every single inch of his cock on every single stroke. And, frankly, her clamping and convulsing cunt was doing a far better and more enthusiastic job than even her whole-hearted attempt to tame him with her tongue had ever accomplished.
“Oh, oh yeah!” he groaned, as he felt his load coming. He gave each of her giant breasts another squeeze, feeling them shake and jiggle between his fingers. “Here it comes! Here it comes!” he told her.
This comment finally seemed to cut through the stunned delirium that had overwhelmed whatever was left of Denise’s brain. Her face fell back from her latest one-sided kiss. Her jaw dropping open, she suddenly gasped deeply – like a woman who had just remembered she had left the gas on the stove just as she saw someone about to light a match.
“No!” she gasped. “S-stop! I forgot! I’m… I’m v-very-”
But Zip was far, far past the point of being able to hold it.
“Too late!” he groaned as moments later, after an enthusiastic squeeze from her pussy – which seemed to be in traitorous disagreement with the rest of her – he lost it. Not that he had actually tried all that hard to avoid it. Like, slowing down or reducing the force of his thrusts even in the slightest, for instance. Instead, acting on pure ecstatic instinct, he slammed hard into her over and over again. And, within moments, at the apex of each stroke he began to unleash a furious jet of hot cum into her.
“Oh FUCCCCK!” he groaned as he felt the awesome sensation of his penis pulsing again and again inside her tight hot snatch… pouring out a huge load of his seed, not onto a sock or tissue or bathroom floor, but up into the receptive cavity of a fertile flesh-and-blood woman for the very first time.
“Oh… GOD!” Denise moaned, her eyes blinking up past him in horror – as she felt the hydraulic pulses running down his penis, and knew from long-past yet vivid experience exactly what that meant. She shivered – but there was now absolutely nothing she could do, as an immense quantity of her student’s cum poured relentlessly into her unprotected womb.
In the wake of his ejaculation he collapsed down onto her. Her huge boobies ended up pressed to his chest, and despite himself Zip peeked down into the narrow space between their bodies, and gazed at their vast jiggling size in awe. He could feel her stiff nipples pressing up into his chest, at the tips of her torpedo-like teats; and the feeling made his tired penis twitch a few times within her, and unleash a last few desultory spurts of cum into her already very well-filled womb.
The two lay entwined upon her desk for a few minutes, panting softly for breath. What was done was done, and neither one had the slightest urgency or inclination to move right away.
Lying pressed to one another, both the student and the teacher had a chance to take stock of what it was they had done, and what it meant. In Zip’s case, this mostly took the form of marveling at his latest experience, now that the initial rush had passed. A few things immediately took him by surprise.
One was how sweaty they had become, just in their short fuck. His flesh and hers almost seemed to be stuck to one another by a thin layer of shared sweat, whose tension seemed to join them together almost as thoroughly as the long limp penis he still had inside her. For that matter, Zip marveled at the way her pussy continued to softly and languidly squeeze at his penis, even as he lay still inside her in the aftermath of coitus.
But what really struck him was her smell – a mixture of perfume, and musk, and the scent of her hot breath swirling around him. He had never been so close to a woman, or any other being for that matter, for such an extended period of time – at least since he stopped breast-feeding. Which, to be fair, was a hobby he had a sudden urge to take up again, every time he felt Mrs. Sablier’s large naked breasts jiggle up against him.
Lying beneath him, Mrs. Sablier did not seem to be so focused on the minutia so much as the big picture. Her eyes stared up past him into space, her lips opening and closing repeatedly, and yet saying nothing as she gradually took in what she had just done, and had done to and in her.
Then, at last, both recovered enough that they began to move. Lifting his head up, Zip looked down at her.
“What… what were you worried about, at the end there?” he asked, curious.
Mrs. Sablier turned her head, and looked up into his eyes. She took a deep breath, and then shook her head. “Forget it,” she said. Reaching up, she stroked some of his sweaty hair back. “It’s… not that important.”
They panted for a few more seconds, Zip’s cock still twitching inside her.
“Do you still want to kiss me on the lips?” he suddenly asked her.
Pinned beneath her, she took a deep breath. Then, her eyes wide, she slowly nodded.
“Yes,” she said. She sounded surprised, herself. “Yes,” she said, swinging her thighs out wide and then bringing them back up against his sides. “I… I do…”
He grinned. “Go ahead.”
She sighed. But then, blushing slightly, she obeyed. Lifting up one hand – the one holding her glittering wedding ring – she clutched him by the back of his head to make sure this time he could not duck out. Lifting up her head, she pressed her lips to his. She moaned softly, as their lips quivered together – and, at the same time, she felt his huge limp penis twitch with a sudden burst of renewed enthusiasm inside her. She opened up, and let him give her just the slightest bit of tongue, hers caressing against his lightly. Then she pulled back, and sank back down to the desk. She blinked up at him.
He looked back down, and grinned.
“Congratulations, Mrs. Sablier,” he said.
She blinked and stared up at him, confused.
“For what?” she asked him.
Looking back down at her, his smirk broadened.
“You just gave me my first kiss,” he informed her. And a moment later, his big penis twitched again – and delivered a last late spurt of his cum up into her unprotected vagina, to join the immense lake he had already deposited within her broad and buxom hips.
Mrs. Sablier closed her eyes, and groaned. “Oh, God…” she gasped. Then, turning her head, unable to look at him, she lay her head on its side upon the desk – a deep crimson blush spreading once more upon her sculpted cheeks.
A little later, they finally disconnected. Mrs. Sablier let out a sharp gasp, as his huge cockhead squeezed back out of her tender outer gates. Shakily, Zip got up off the table. Sitting up and turning, Mrs. Sablier sat naked on her desk and stroked her sweaty curvaceous flesh, still looking a little in shock – for multiple reasons.
Suddenly, Zip looked up and over at her. “How was I?” he asked her.
She shook herself out of her dazed state, turned her lovely head, and considered him for a moment. Her thighs squeezed tight together, to either side of her leaking pussy. “Do you want the real answer, or the fake one?” she replied, at last.
Zip considered a moment.
“Tell me the truth,” he said. “Don’t hold back. I want to know.”
Heaving a deep sigh, making her huge bare breasts rise and fall, Mrs. Sablier lifted a hand to her mouth and studied him. Then she nodded.
“Alright,” she said. “Well, for starters, it was very short. I barely got anything out of it, if I’m honest.”
“Barely anything… so still something?” he asked, smirking.
“Still something,” she admitted, squirming. There were too many of her own bright red kiss-marks littering the sides of his face for her to pretend it had been any less.
“Give me some more details,” he demanded.
“You are very big,” she said, eyes going down to his penis… and staying there. “That does count for something, it seems. I mean, obviously I knew that already. But, um. But it also has its… drawbacks.” She said this in the tone of someone still slightly awed to have to discover this for herself.
“What drawbacks?” he asked, sharply.
“Yeah, about that…” she said. She rubbed her neck and looked at him. “You, uh, basically spent the entire time hammering that big thing right into my cervix. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be but, still… I think you just got lucky there. If you do that to most girls, I expect they’re just going to scream – in pain, not pleasure.”
“Cervix?” Zip asked, puzzled.
Mrs. Sablier heaved a deep sigh, making her huge cans shake and jostle, and then rolled her eyes.
“Okay, yep, should have expected that,” she said. “I always figured those god-damn coaches didn’t teach you boys any of the fucking shit you actually needed to know.”
Finding comfort in her familiar role as teacher – if in a very different context than she was used to – she hopped down off the desk. Her statement about him hammering away at her cervix seemed to be confirmed by the awkward wiggle in her hips as she strutted over, still naked, to a distant cabinet and, leaning down, fished inside. She came back over with a glossy printout and a marker. She stood before him and held the printout out between them. It depicted multiple views of the female genitalia, inside and outside.
“We use this to teach our young ladies about themselves,” she said, holding it out for him. “You won’t care much about where the pee comes from, or how to handle menses, I imagine – hope – so we’ll just cover the bits you do care about.”
With the marker she circled several zones, advising him on their sensitivity and erogenous use, such as the labia minora, clitoral hood, and the clitoris.
“Yeah, I know about the clitoris!” Zack snapped, defensively.
“You clearly don’t,” Mrs. Sablier said, dryly, “because you didn’t hit it at all.” Pulling the printout aside she opened herself and showed him the important bits in person. Curious, and with no fear of her now, Zack reached out and touched it. She gasped.
“Gentle!” she said, pulling his hand away. “A-a little goes a long way, right there! Now where were we…”
She brought the printout back in between them – using the picture of a pussy to strategically block his access to her real one.
“This,” she said, “is the cervix,” circling it with her marker, and using the sleek flesh of her own broad flat belly as a back-surface. “Most men don’t have to worry much about it but you do. It is the barrier between the vagina and the womb. Most of the time it is very hard. Ramming a penis up against it during that time feels about as fun as the dentist shoving his drill into your tooth.”
“Oh,” Zack said. He looked a bit crestfallen. “So then why do women like bigger dicks?” he asked.
“Well, I don’t know that all of us do,” she prevaricated, squirming. “But, for one, it gives you a lot of advantages in choosing positions. A lot of the more adventurous ones put more separation between you, in which case a short penis will frequently just slip out between strokes. Which, uh, really breaks up the flow, let me tell you.”
She squirmed for a moment, irritation on her face – and then seemed to rapidly get control of herself again, and continued.
“But beyond that there are… certain times of the month in which the cervix does soften. During these times some women do report it being pleasant to have the cervix touched. There are even reports that a cervical orgasm is possible. I… I think I may have just almost had one, actually.” Her gaze briefly looked a little lost, like she still couldn’t quite believe that fact.
“Huh,” he said.
“But if you want some better things to aim for, try for these. Please!” she said, while circling two spots within the printed-out vagina. “This is the g-spot,” she said, pointing to the outer of the two, “you’ve probably heard of it.”
“Yeah…”
“This is the A-spot, or A.F.E.,” she said, circling a point way at the back of the vagina, just above the cervix. “It is deep enough that many men cannot reach it at all – or if they can, they have to choose the position very carefully to maximize their depth. You… could probably fuck a lady through a hole in a wall and still reach it. So, if you can reliably hit that then you will be giving her something that no other guy has probably ever managed – and there’s a good chance she’ll quite enjoy that… to say the least.”
“Oh…” Zack said. “Neat!” He looked up. “Thanks, Mrs. Sablier!”
The buxom naked teacher swayed slightly, gasping softly – to suddenly hear that familiar phrase in this context. “D-don’t mention it,” she said. “Like, seriously, never ever tell anyone I told you this.” She handed him the printout. “You can keep that,” she said.
“Thanks,” he said. Walking back to his bag, he slid it in. “I’ll study it hard before our next session.”
Mrs. Sablier gasped in shock. “N-next session?!” she asked.
“Yep,” he said. “What part of ‘being my teacher’ did you not understand? This Friday night, you’re coming to my house and you’re showing me how to do all of what you just talked about, on you. Inside of you.”
Mrs. Sablier shook her head, in horror. “I can’t!” she said. “My husband is going to be home on Friday night…”
“So, tell him you’re going to be tutoring a student, on a very special subject… it will basically be true,” he chortled. Finishing sealing up his bag, he walked back down the aisle. He stood in front of her. “See you tomorrow Mrs. Sablier,” he said. He smirked. “Make sure to wear something appropriate.”
Mrs. Sablier shivered. Then she suddenly looked around, her eyes going wide. “Wait!” she gasped, in sudden panic. “Where… where are my clothes?!”
“Not my problem!” Zack laughed. The backpack on his shoulder bulged with her garments – when she hadn’t been looking he’d sent her bra scurrying back into it to join her skirt and blouse. The huge-cupped bra had leaped into the mouth of his bag like a little decorative prey animal voluntarily jumping into the maw of a bloated, belching predator.
Mrs. Denise Sablier watched in horror as he strutted away from her, unlocked the door, and slipped through it. Walking over she quickly locked it again behind him, before anyone else came in and caught her naked. Then she went back to her desk. Standing in front of it she rubbed her broad belly as if to soothe the soreness inside, as she looked out the windows. The golden light of sunset streamed through.
It would soon be dark. That was her only chance. Slipping through the cavernous empty hallways of the school, then out to the parking lot and then into her house – wearing a blazer and high heels and nothing else – all hopefully without being caught.
“Ah…” she sighed. Realizing she would have to wait at least another couple hours to even have a chance, she sank down to sit on the floor by her desk. Her phone lay nearby, so she scooped it up. She hastily sent her husband a text to say she would be late. Fortunately she had already sent him one telling him she was staying after to discipline a student, so another delay would not be very suspicious. Then she cast her phone aside.
With a sigh, she turned her head and looked at the floor beside her desk. It was littered in the refuse she had swept off it before letting Zip fuck her. Some of it was intact, some broken. She would have to clean it all up before she left.
“Oh, my God…” she said. Then she turned her head forward again. “I… I can probably wait a little while to do that,” she said. Slowly her hand slipped up and over her thigh… and then down in between them. She looked forward, and shook her head.
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“Oh… what have I got myself into?” she asked.
And with that, hands tracing down her body, she slipped two fingers up inside herself. Then, her head tilting back, Mrs. Denise Sablier let out a loud moan – as, fingers moving rapidly, she began to play with her own gooey pussy on the floor of her classroom.
To be continued.