The Zip Files Bk. 01: Zip Unzips Ch. 10 by MarkVSharp,MarkVSharp

Zip Unzips

Episode One of the Zip Files – the Saga of a Lesser Supervillain

Recap: Zack ‘Zip’ Zilch has discovered he has a particularly perverted set of superpowers, and has set out to use them to fuck as many of his female classmates as possible. After first subduing his buxom teacher, Mrs. Denise Sablier, he has now set his sights on Erica Blake – a long-time antagonist of his, a self-proclaimed ‘bad girl’, and universally acknowledged as one of the hottest beauties in San Cajetan Senior High. Will Zip’s first attempt at seduction end in success, or in disaster and disgrace? Let’s find out!

No characters appearing in this work are under the age of eighteen.

Chapter 10: Zip Goes For It

The next morning Zip tracked down Mrs. Sablier before classes started, and took her aside in the hallway. She was wearing a white baby-doll style dress whose hem was short enough to be distracting to him.

“I have something I need you to do for me,” he told her.

“Oh?” she said. Her buxom hips squirmed back and forth under the hem of her dress, as if in eager anticipation of what exactly he might ask of her. “And, what is that?” she asked.

But when Zip told her what he wanted to do, her face dropped open in shock – and more than a hint of jealous horror. Then, it got even more aghast, when he gave her the name of his target.

“Erica Blake,” he told her.

Mrs. Sablier squirmed back and forth, and swallowed.

“Are… are you sure you want to do that?” she asked him, at last. “Erica is… not gentle.”

By chance, just then, the athletic blonde in question rounded a corner and began to saunter up the hallway. As she passed she seemed completely oblivious that her classmate and her teacher were talking about her – let alone why. The two could not help watching her as she passed – but Erica was pretty used to being watched and didn’t seem to notice. She was wearing a short denim skirt and a button-down shirt. As they watched her walk away – which was itself no unpleasant experience – Mrs. Sablier turned back to Zip and nodded in the departing pneumatic beauty’s direction.

“That’s no wilting violet,” she pointed out. “She’s not tamed, like you’ve made me. If you try something… she’s liable to hurt you. And I don’t just mean your feelings.”

Zip considered her arguments. But he had seen something, as Erica passed, that sealed the deal for him. He shook his head.

“I’m sure,” he said.

“Well…okay,” Mrs. Sablier said. “I’ll do it. But… but just this once. If you get out of this in one piece then you need to find another way from now on. Understood?”

Zip smiled. “I understand,” he said. “But don’t worry… I know what I’m doing.”

Mrs. Sablier took a deep breath, then shook her head.

“I hope I do,” she said. “For your sake.”

But despite his outward bravado he was nervous and on edge the whole day, like he had fifteen major tests in a row and had barely studied. He had not actually contemplated what he was currently contemplating for quite some time; and his previous attempts had not gone well, to say the least.

He was so distracted he could barely pay attention in any of his classes. During his first period, Dr. Creed had moved onto a new unit; this one covering the Gaia War, including its intersection with local history. But despite the fact this topic was in theory of intense personal interest to him, Zip found his thoughts repeatedly straying away.

“One curious local detail,” the redheaded teacher said, gesturing at her current slide. “During the war, while most major metropolitan centers – including both Los Angeles and the Bay Area – suffered significant damage, our own San Cajetan was virtually untouched.” She waved her hand airily, as if extemporizing. “There are several theories as to why,” she continued, “ranging from the then-recent manhunt for Iron John leaving this area too well-guarded for the Horned King or Power Flower to plant any of their hidden servants, thus causing them to focus on other areas; up to their simply being very little here at the time worth striking. But it is quite possible that there was another reason. So… would anyone care to speculate?”

She turned and gave the class a big smile. But all she got out of the other gorgeous and well-bred students arrayed around Zip was a series of very fascinated yawns, and several sleepy eye-blinks. But, ignoring them, her gaze instead zeroed right in on Zip.

“What about you, Mister Zilch?” she asked him. “Are you inspired to any thoughts?”

Zip started, and then sat up more straight in his seat.

“Uh, no ma’am,” he said, trying to get his thoughts back on the present – too late to actually do him any good.

Cassie gave him a little pouting frown – as if disappointed that for once among her students, he hadn’t been paying attention either. He still wasn’t sure if she realized that the only things he usually paid attention to during her lectures were her ass and her tits – and with thoughts of Erica’s pussy swimming in his head, even those weren’t cutting it. Then, she shrugged, and moved on.

“Well, regardless of the reason,” she continued, “I think it is notable that the relative peace and tranquility here during the chaos of war gave the San Cajetan area a reputation for safety and security that, deserved or not, immediately caused migration into the area to spike. And that in turn started the transformation of our fair city from what had been a sleepy tourist town into what the burgeoning center of opportunities it is today. Funny how things work out, isn’t it?”

This was greeted with a few more yawns from his fellow students, and a blank stare from Zip. Cassie shrugged and, as if accepting she had a tough audience that day, turned back to her board.

“Anyways,” she said. “Back to our core curriculum. Now, the Titan League’s response initially focused on holding critical government and military centers. This is when the famous battle on the Washington D.C. Mall occurred. Strategically, this allowed the preparation of the counter-attack upon…”

Zip promptly zoned back out… though he did retain just enough awareness to stare at her butt as it waved back and forth in front of him, for the remainder of her lecture. Having been caught up once, he took pains to at least pretend to pay attention through his other classes as well – an endeavor not helped by the fact that they lacked the same captivating scenery. But really, all he could focus on was the churning of his own belly.

Then, at last, it was time. AP Senior Biology, again. Zip entered the class full of beautiful hotties and sat at the back, next to Erica. He had made sure the seat plan for the week kept that little feature, one last time.

He could not help himself. His eyes repeatedly swung over and took in the gorgeous girl seated next to him. She twirled her hair and, true to her nature, seemed to do her best to ignore him. But fortunately for him, she remained true to her nature in other ways as well. Never a particularly careful girl when it came to such things, her athletic thighs repeatedly swung apart as she fidgeted boredly at her desk. And each time she did so he got a clear view of the same sight that, having caught a glimpse of it earlier, had sealed his resolve to go for her today no matter what.

His courage bolstered by his repeated viewings of Erica’s crotch, along with the twitchings this caused in his dick, Zip looked up, caught Mrs. Sablier’s eye, and nodded to her. She had been looking almost as nervous as he felt, though none of her curvier students seemed to have picked up on it. Looking back at him the buxom teacher squirmed, the hand holding her trademark pointer briefly shaking. Then she swallowed – and then nodded back her acknowledgement.

Reaching up, she collapsed her pointer and held it before her broad hips, stroking it as if reassuring herself.

“Alright, girls,” she said. “Now, let us cover your mastery of this material with a little pop quiz…’

There were some audible groans.

Going to her desk, Mrs. Sablier picked up a thick sheaf of papers. Then she went down the front and handed several to the start of each row of desks, with instructions to hand them back. Soon all the girls were working studiously away. Hands folded behind her rounded hips, Mrs. Sablier slowly stalked down one aisle and then the other. Then, under the cover of her observations, she paused right in between Zip and Erica. Turning so her prominent backside was facing towards him, she bent low and brought her lips near Erica’s ear.

“Excuse me, young lady,” she whispered softly, to Erica – who, near as Zip could tell, had already given up and drawn cartoons of stick figures having sex for two of her answers. “I need you to stay after class today,” she said.

Erica looked up sharply. “What?” she gasped. But she kept her voice down – much as she liked to project a bad-girl image, she still didn’t want to call attention to herself if Mrs. Sablier was about to dress her down. “Why?!” she asked.

“It’s about what happened the other day,” Mrs. Sablier said. When she got a blank look, Mrs. Sablier leaned a bit closer and lowered her own voice even further. “You know… with your blouse?” she whispered, softly.

Erica blinked a couple times, still seemingly failing to recollect. Then she took a deep breath, and her eyes widened – as memory of the incident Denise was referring to suddenly seemed to flood back into her. It had been over a week and she clearly thought her traitorous blouse had gone undetected. But then, a petulant expression spread across her pretty face.

“What about it?” she hissed.

Mrs. Sablier squirmed – looking momentarily like she didn’t know what to say.

She had by now bent over so low, in an effort to get her head close to Erica’s, that with but a slight nudge from his powers Zip was afforded a look straight up her skirt – including seeing her mound peeking out between her thighs, sheathed in a skimpy cream-colored panty. He looked first one way and then the other, making sure no one was watching. Then, in effort of loosening the tongue-tied teacher’s lips, he reached his hand brazenly right up between her thighs, and delivered a hard flick, through her panties, right onto the center of her mound.

Denise gasped sharply, her eyes spreading wide, as she felt his sharp and chastising strike. His finger hit right into the center of her pussy lips – with only a thin sheath of thin cotton to cushion her. She licked her lips, and her buxom bent-over body squirmed delightfully before him. But the flick to her pussy seemed to have the desired effect and a moment later, still squirming from having been chastised between her legs, Mrs. Sablier took a deep breath and got on with it.

“If you want to discuss it here, in front of your peers, then we can do that,” Mrs. Sablier softly whispered back, to her defiantly glaring student. “Or, you can just stay after like you were told, and we can do so in private.” She looked around briefly, at the other girls, and then back to Erica’s face. “It’s your choice, dear,” she said.

Erica squirmed, and rolled her eyes. But then she sighed.

“Alright, fine, fine, I’ll stay,” she said. Squirming, she turned back to her paper.

Rising, Mrs. Sablier turned and gave Zip a brief look. The expression on her face said ‘I did my part… I sure as fuck hope you know what you’re doing with yours’. Then she proceeded back down the aisle and back to her own desk, leaving them alone beside each other again.

When class ended, Zip rose with the rest, and Erica stayed behind. She glared at him petulantly as he packed his bags, but said nothing. Then he left his phone under a paper on his desk and went away. He put his bag in his locker, then pulled it back out and returned. Mrs. Sablier was standing guard.

“She’s in there,” she said, nodding back through the door. “Stamping like an angry bull. I hope you know what you’re doing… or I’m going to have to call an ambulance.”

She paused a moment.

“For you,” she added, just in case she was unclear.

“Don’t worry so much,” he told her. “Will you stand guard, and make sure nobody disturbs us?”

She nodded. “But that’s all I’m doing. And if it sounds like things have gotten out of hand…”

“They won’t,” Zip assured her, and went through the door.

Erica was leaning her curvy short-skirt-clad ass up against the front center desk. Arms folded beneath her breasts, she was tapping her foot. Her pretty dirty-blonde-haired head had been turned to look out the window, jealously, at all her friends streaming to their cars.

As he entered she turned her face towards him. Her heavily-mascaraed eyes widened in surprise when she saw him. Then her pretty features twisted into one of her customary sneers.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Loser Boy,” she said. “What do you think you’re doing here?”

“I forgot my phone,” he said. He walked past her to it. Unwilling to do him the dignity of turning her body to face him, Erica tossed her hair and glared as he passed.

“Is Mrs. Sablier ready yet?” she said. “I’ve been waiting for, like, hours.”

“She had to run to the vice principal’s office,” Zip said, coming back up with his phone. “But she told me to say that if you leave before she got back you would get in trouble.”

He took advantage of the fact she was refusing to face him to set up his camera on a little stand on a desk, facing towards her. He started it filming.

Not seeing this, Erica rolled her eyes.

“Not as much trouble as she’s going to be in when my daddy finds out about this,” she said.

But despite her bold words she still seemed slightly nervous. If her father found out that the apple of his eye was flashing her tits at school, regardless of her attempted explanations, Zip got the impression that it would not be Mrs. Sablier who would have the most to fear from him.

“Hmm,” Zip said. Leaving his phone he walked over and stood near her. At this, she finally turned to face him. “But, actually, while she’s gone, this is probably a good chance for us to have a talk.”

“Oh?” she said. She cocked her head, and gave him a derisive smile. “What about?”

“Us,” he said.

Erica glared, and then shook her head.

“There’s nothing to talk about with us, because there’s no us,” she said. “There’s just somebody who deserves to be in this school,” she said, tapping one hand to each of her own shoulders, “and somebody who doesn’t.” She looked him in the eye, but left that one un-patted.

“You say that, but I don’t think that’s it,” Zip said. “I think that’s just one of your cover stories.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“Oh… then what do you think it is?” she asked.

“I don’t think you want to get rid of me because of that,” he said. “I think you want to get rid of me because you’re worried how into me you are.”

A more pure expression of surprise could hardly have appeared upon Erica Blake’s face if he had just transformed into the Silver Fox before her eyes.

“That’s… that’s not it!” she said, hastily.

“You spend all your time fixating on me…” he said.

“Do not!” she said. “And… and it’s not like that!”

“Is it?” he asked.

“Y-you’re a loser!” she snapped. “I… I would never want to have anything to do with you!”

“Do you pay all those guys to hang out with you, just to take your mind off me?” he asked, leering.

“Ooh!” Erica said.

Stamping her foot, she launched into a stream of invective at him. He didn’t listen very hard – just let her get it out of her system. Instead he looked down. He admired what he saw. On more than one occasion she lifted one of her long sneaker-tipped legs and then stamped them back down – which worked out perfectly for him. Then, even though he wasn’t listening, he could feel her stream of insults and mockery start to peter out. He lifted his gaze back up to her flushed and gorgeous face, and smirked.

“That’s nice,” he said. He shook his head. “But I still didn’t believe a word.”

Huffing furiously in a way that made her immense breasts slosh delightfully within her blouse, Erica quivered and glared.

“Why… why on Earth would you think I have the slightest bit of attraction to you?” she asked him.

“Because all through class you kept opening up and showing me how wet and gooey you were,” he told her. “You didn’t think I wouldn’t get the message, did you? I may be a big dork, Erica – but even I can see a clear invitation when you just lay it out like that.”

Erica stared at him a moment, and then swallowed.

“What… what the fuck are you talking about?” she finally asked. “What do you think I invited you with?”

“These, of course,” Zip said.

And with that he stepped forward, and reached right up her skirt. His hand, sliding up between her sleek thighs, soon located his target. Alighting upon her naked pussy, he touched a single finger to it, and began to stroke it up and down the crevice between her slick and tender lips.

Erica’s eyes suddenly got very wide, and her jaw dropped part way open. A shiver ran through every inch of her body, as she felt Zip’s fingertip caressing along her holy of holies.

“H-how… h-how did… what in the…” she whimpered – both her voice and her body shaking, in bewilderment. But whatever she was trying to say, the caress of Zip’s finger didn’t seem to be helping her get it out. And Zip wasn’t in the mood to wait around and let her brain catch up.

“You were flashing me this gooey pussy over and over, all through class…” he asserted, leering up at her gorgeous gaping face. “Showing off for me just how wet and eager it was,” he added. Erica’s meat flaps, it turned out, extended out slightly between her labia majora. Zip stroked along them eagerly and then, caressing his finger up, quickly located Erica’s clitoris. Having found it he began teasing it in a way he had practiced over and over with Molly – stroking in little circles around the edges, very lightly at first, but increasing in speed as he felt her already wet pussy rapidly start to flood.

Erica bit her lip, and whimpered. She shook her head back and forth – her wide eyes never leaving Zip’s.

“This… this is… impossib-OOOH!” she gasped.

Her head shot back her voice rose up into a yelp as Zip once more briefly took away her power of speech – this time by sliding his finger rapidly away from by now already very excited clitoris, down to the base of her vulva – and then shoving it back up into her vagina. As he pushed up into her love canal he found it already gratifyingly slick and gooey. Not to mention tight as, compared to Mrs. Sablier, Erica’s muscular young vagina promptly clenched down exceptionally snugly around his thrusting finger, in a way that foreshadowed utter heaven for his penis.

“What’s impossible?” Zip asked. He smirked up into her face, as his finger slid up through her nether lips. “That I’m making you so horny, so quickly?” he guessed. She licked her lips and gasped – while down below, her other pair of lips parted wider and wider, around his steadily invading finger. Zip chuckled. “Yeah, I get that a lot…” he assured her.

His finger was soon sunk inside her. In a way that he had also been practicing, he made sure to bring another finger in and keep caressing at her clitoris, keeping it enthused – though not so much as to distract her from the far deeper penetrations his pointer finger was now making inside of her.

“There we go,” Zip cooed, as he felt the little nub of sensitive tissue, deep inside her snatch. Erica could only shiver in response, her jaw dropping open. The sudden trembling of her sleek body, much more than the actual sensations he was getting with his fingers, told him for sure he was in the right place. “Now, you just enjoy,” he advised her. “And I’ll give you what you were begging me for, every time you opened up those legs…”

And, before she could say a word in reply, ZIp had slipped a second finger up into her, alongside the first. Using the heel of his hand to keep caressing her clitoris, he thrust both fingers up again and again, as if fucking her – straight into the tender weak-point he had located up inside of her.

Erica took a deep breath. Her eyes widened, and a shiver passed through her entire body. But then she licked her lips, and then shook her head.

“Z-Zip,” she said. Her voice was soft, and tremulous – quivering slightly, just like her sleek body, in time to when his fingers struck inside her. “I… I don’t know what you think you saw. But… m-much as I appreciate it, I… I have to tell you…”

It was, Zip could not help but note, by far more meek and hesitant than he had ever heard her speak before. Once more, as with Mrs. Sablier, he could not help but note that getting some fingers up inside a girl’s pussy seemed to do marvelous things for changing her way of thinking. But even this new and improved version of Erica got cut off before she could finish speaking, her words dissolving into a sudden loud moan as Zip’s fingers suddenly pushed in deeper to rub harder across her g-spot – once more giving him the chance to finish the busty girl’s thoughts for her.

“Don’t worry,” he said, over the sound of her moaning. “You don’t need to try and busy that head with thought…” He rubbed harder, making Erica quiver and groan as another helpless spasm ran through her. “I don’t need you to tell me how much you’re loving it,” he assured her – switching up briefly from thrusts up into her g-spot to swirling rubs around it. He smirked, and nodded downwards. “Not when I can see for myself, easily enough,” he cooed.

Erica blinked in confusion. Then, following his suggestion, she too looked down. Her jaw dropped.

“Oh… oh my GOD!” she said – as she finally saw what was going on, down below.

For, in his aggressive work to deeply pleasure her pussy, Zip’s hand had apparently already forced her skirt to hike up higher upon her rounded hips. In reality, he had done it himself, with his mind, but the heel of his hand rubbing sharply against the bottom hem provided his excuse. He had hiked it up so high that her tender pussy was now completely exposed, several inches below the hem of her skirt.

But the mere sight of her own naked pussy was not, in itself, what seemed to make Erica’s jaw drop. Instead, her eyes widened in disbelief to see that not only was her finger-penetrated pussy visibly sopping wet; not only had his intrusive hand already been smothered so much that it shone from his wrist up with her juices – but that long tendrils of her lubricating lady-cream were already hanging down from the back of his vigorously thrusting hand, and still more were running down the insides of shapely and silky thighs.

“Oh… oh holy shit…” she gasped, gaping at the sight in shock.

Zip grinned.

“Well, if you’re already this into it, then we might as well go a little farther,” he said.

With that, he reached out with his free hand and began undressing her. Reaching back around to her well-rounded bottom, he alighted his hand on it eagerly, and effortlessly located her zipper. He located it effortlessly as it obediently extended itself and even slid down a bit to meet him – not that she could see that. Her bit lips opening up, Erica gasped in shock as she felt her skirt coming loose. But by the time she could react, what was done was done. He briefly slipped his hand out of her drooling pussy to let her skirt fall past, and then dove back up into her, before it was even past her knees.

Erica whimpered as she felt his fingers slide back up into her. Then, she squirmed, her long legs shifting – and gasped.

For somehow, having fallen down her sleek and silky-smooth legs, her little skirt seemed to have become tangled around her sneakers – binding them tight together. Not being in a position to see past her own large breasts, she could not see exactly what was going on. She therefore could not see how her own zipper had mysteriously come back up. Nor could she see how her skirt had slipped over the bottom of her shoes and then wrapped around them, so that her own weight pressing onto it helped keep her pinned in place. All the long-legged and athletic girl knew was that suddenly, in the midst of dealing with Zip’s hands caressing and fondling freely all over her body, she swiftly found herself rooted to the spot. Curiously, this discovery did not seem to reduce in any way the flood of gooey lubricant running down along Zip’s fingers and out of her pussy – quite the opposite, in fact.

But regardless, the athletic skirt-hobbled beauty did not have long to contemplate how it was that her sleek and muscular legs had suddenly become pacified and tamed. For as she turned her pretty head down to try to look past her own large rack and see what was going on with her feet, her jaw dropped and she let out a stunned moan – as her eyes beheld her blouse already hanging almost entirely open, as well.

Zip’s hand was hovering right over her bust. As far as she knew he had started at the bottom, and worked his way up. The leaves of her bra hung wide open, exposing both the broad flat expanse of her belly, and also her deep cleavage – jiggling back and forth within the cups of a lacy black bra. The exact same bra – or at least an identical copy of the same cut and color – which she had worn on the fateful day when he had taken his naughty picture of her. The glimpse of that bra, through an artificially widened gap between two buttons of her blouse, had been one of two things that had convinced Zip he absolutely had to go for her on this day, no matter what.

Licking her lips, Erica gasped in shock.

“Oh, my God… you work fast!” she moaned, seemingly impressed despite herself.

Zip grinned.

“Thanks,” he said.

Then, before her eyes, he reached out for her very last button. The leaves of her now fully open blouse promptly spread open and then settled back against her shoulders – leaving her enormous cans to jostle and jiggle delightfully before Zip’s leering gaze, clad in nothing but her decorative and overloaded bra.

But Zip was not done with her. Even as he openly admired her big breasts, he withdrew his hand from her dripping pussy. He lifted both hands up – one dry and the other shining with her own juices – up to her shoulders, and seized hold of her blouse. Pinned before him, already almost entirely naked, and suddenly empty, Erica quivered and stared at him in shock.

“What… what do you think you’re doing?!” she demanded of him.

“Giving you an excuse,” he said.

Then with that, he seized her blouse, jerked it up, and yanked it back down. Erica let out a startled shriek as her blouse went racing down her arms until it was coiled up in a thick bundle just above her wrists. Then, stepping back around her, Zip seized the body of her blouse and wrapped it up and around repeatedly, between her forearms, until it formed a thick bundle.

“What… what are you going to do to me?” Erica asked, gaping back over her shoulder, as he finished binding her wrists tightly together, just behind the swell of her curvy and now completely naked ass.

“Nothing you don’t beg for,” Zip assured her.

Reaching out, he stroked a finger back and forth along her curvy hip.

Quivering before him, Erica gasped and licked her lips. Her wrists tugged, repeatedly, against the tight binding of her blouse – to no avail. But she didn’t do anything else.

Having gotten her exactly where he wanted her, Zip then stepped back to admire his handiwork. She was still wearing her bra – but he was suddenly in no hurry to get it off of her. He let himself savor the anticipation of that, the final surprise, of finally getting to see her big yet shapely breasts completely nude. He tapped a finger to his lips, perusing her marvelous body from her sleek thighs to her supple belly, to the titanic yet firm swell of her perfectly globular buns… as if spoiled for choice as to which supple treasure he wanted to sample next.

“You know,” Zip said idly, as he enjoyed the sight of her. “If you really don’t like this, all you have to do is raise your voice. Someone will come running, and take me away from you.”

Deciding upon her butt, he reached out, and touched it. Erica gasped softly, and shivered – seemingly both at his words, and at the feeling of Zip’s palm caressing and groping her sacred derriere.

“You know that, right?” he said, and gave her ass a pinch.

Erica gasped and quivered. She turned her head back, until her face was in profile – but no further.

“Yes,” she admitted softly. “I… I know…”

“So why haven’t you?” Zip asked. He progressed from a pinch to a squeeze. Spreading his fingers out, he got a huge handful of her silky bubble-butt. Then, he brought them in tight – so tight, several inches of her silky round butt protruded out and jiggled between his fingers and his thumb.

Erica let out a sharp moan, and her body quivered. Her head spun away, and then turned and looked back at him – her face flushed, and her breath coming in pants.

“They… they would never believe… that I didn’t let you do this to me…” she whispered to him softly.

Zip nodded, slowly, savoring her explanation – while also giving her ass another few squeezes and gropes with his hungry palm.

“Probably true,” he admitted. He looked down at her body, enjoying her deep cleavage, and the smooth supple curves of her magnificent body. Then he turned back up to her face. “So…. does that mean you believe that you didn’t let me do this?” he asked her.

And in that moment he brought his other hand back up, and once more began using it to tease her pussy.

Erica promptly bit her lip, and whimpered. Her heavily-mascaraed eyes blinked wide, several times, staring into his. But she seemed to resist giving him a response – even as his fingers peeled her pussy open, and then once more pushed deep up inside of her.

Zip shook his head. He glanced down, then back up at her face.

“Answer me,” he said. He stroked the inside of her pussy, as if trying to dredge an answer out of her. “Answer me,” he said, “or I take away your bra…”

Erica gasped and blinked wide at this. Then she too glanced down, and then back up at his face.

“Go ahead,” she told him. She squirmed, as his fingertip rubbed at her clitoris, and then shook her head. “Y-you’ve taken everything else,” she pointed out, as her feet stamped within her little skirt, and her arms trembled within her blouse. “Wh-what’s stopping you from taking that, too?”

Zip shrugged, and then smirked. He gave her ass one last squeeze. And then he let go, and went for it. He could feel Erica’s breath quickening as he caressed slowly up the center of the back, first past her narrow waist, and then slowly up her spine. Finally, he located it, in between her shoulder blades: the clasp of her lacy, heavy-duty, and yet overloaded black bra.

Erica looked down at her own rack, expectantly. From the expression on her face, as he caressed the back of her bra, Zip was struck with the sudden and distinct impression that she was expecting him to fail. To have the smooth progress of his conquest suddenly brought to a halt, as so many of her previous boyfriends’ first attempts to seduce her had been, by the simple yet boy-mind-befuddling mystery of her bra catch.

But, of course, here too Zip had an unfair advantage. For he didn’t need to even try to undo her bra, nor the many little hooks lurking within. He merely had to reach in, tap his finger against it – and let his mysterious control over the universe in general, and the bits of it pertaining to women’s underwear in particular, do the rest.

“Oh… oh my God!” Erica gasped, in shock – as she suddenly felt her bra go loose around her. Meanwhile Zip looped his hand back around and, slipping up in between her giant cans, stuck his finger up through the center of her bra. He looked into her face, and smiled.

“Any of your boyfriends manage to get this off you this fast?” he suddenly asked her, curious.

Erica shook her head, and shivered.

“No,” she admitted.

Zip grinned. Then, revealing that he had somehow undone her shoulder straps just as efficiently as he had her rear catch, he tugged – and popped the huge bra right off her breasts.

“God damn…” Zip said, staring despite himself, as he finally beheld Erica’s rack.

They were enormous of course. He had known that. Not quite as big as Denise’s, but still more than enough to get his libido raging. But he had not expected how perfectly they would hold their shape, even without her bra. The two huge jugs bounced back and forth before him, each tipped by a tender nipple surrounded by a pink areola. He licked his lips, and suddenly felt very hungry to suckle upon them.

Meanwhile, he held up her empty bra beside them. It dangled from his finger, the gigantic cups hanging down to either side and swaying back and forth, as if taunting her with it. Erica turned her head and stared at it, and let out a moan. Tearing his eyes off her tits, Zip admired it as well for a moment, and then shrugged – and tossed it dismissively aside onto a nearby desk.

Then he turned back to Erica, and eagerly put his hands on her body. As his fingers stroked across her naked flesh both her feet and her arms tugged outwards at these bonds, as if struggling to control herself – but other than a little whimper from her lips, she made no other response as he fondled her sacred charms. Caressing back around her curvy hips, Zip took a double handful of her taut bubble-butt and then squeezed each of her giant buns. Erica gasped, as if in shock – but made no other response.

Then, in another move he had practiced, Zip slipped one hand down – and came back into her pussy, from behind. He was aided in this by the impressive gap between Erica’s athletic thighs and, reaching around with his free hand, seized a tight hold on her generous buttock and hoisted it upwards, to even further improve his access around her gigantic backside. Soon his fingers were back at it, stroking across her still-sopping pussy, and pushing deep up inside. He grinned into her quivering face, as she stared back at him.

“Alright, babe,” he told her. “I would get ready to kiss me, if I were you…”

Erica drew a deep breath, quivering upon his thrusting finger – and then shook her head.

“You are the worst boy in this school” she whispered softly – even as her gorgeous quivered helplessly, atop the fingers playing her cunt. “Why… why on Earth would I kiss you?!”

“Because I’m about to give you an orgasm,” he informed her, as his fingers alternated back and forth, caressing at will across both her clitoris and her g-spot. “And if you don’t want to bring the whole school running, then you’d better seal those lips with mine – before they start screaming.”

Erica took a deep breath, and then shook her head.

“D-don’t be ridiculous! Th-there’s no way a worthless creep like you c-could ever give me…” she started to say.

And then moments later, before she could finish, her words got cut off by a loud moan, and she nearly doubled over up against him – as Zip revealed that he had been holding back. His fingers began to fly inside her, each move seemingly more perfect than the last. Erica bit her lip and groaned deeply, and a spasm ran through her, while her eyes blinked wine in shock. An inexorable tide was rising within her curvy hips – and it was only a matter of time before it would overflow.

“C’mon…” Zip cooed, still going at it inside her. His smirking lips hovered right in front of her full and luscious mouth… waiting patiently.

“Oh… ooh…. y-you c-can’t… oh!” Erica moaned back, articulately.

Her eyes rolled up within her pretty face, and a fascinating series of contortions quivered across her sculpted features.

“Oh… oh… y-you f-fucking p-PERVERT!” Erica finally moaned.

And then, at the last possible second, she gave in. Her gorgeous sweaty face suddenly hurtled forward. Her mouth, acting on pure hungry instinct, found his. Wrapping her opulent lips around his – whimpering slightly as she felt his smug smirk still upon them – she nevertheless pressed her own head close up to his, and kissed him.

It was not a moment too soon. Moments later, driven by his furious fingers, her entire body began to spasm uncontrollably in his groping and invasive arms. Fluids began to gush out of her pussy, around his hand. Despite their long enmity, which she had just reminded him of, her tongue went wild within his mouth, coiling and caressing almost worshipfully around him, while her entire body seemed to go wild with lust, pressing furiously up against his flesh.

And then, in mid-kiss, Erica’s eyes suddenly spread very wide. She stared at him and shivered in shock. Then she once more caressed her broad belly back and forth against him – and let out another stunned moan, her tongue quivering within his smirking lips, at what she was feeling.

At last, her mind-melting climax started to pass. Breaking free from him, she pulled her lips back. Still trapped in his arms, she tilted her torso back from him and then, turning her head down, looked down between them. Her jaw dropped, and her eyes spread even wider than before.

“Oh… oh my f-fucking GOD!” she squealed – defeating the entire point of her kissing him, though she didn’t seem to be in the mental state to realize that.

It had taken her several seconds, amidst the tempestuous distractions provided both by her own mind-melting climax and her simultaneous exploration of Zip’s tongue, for her to recognize what she had been feeling. But now it was laid out plain as day.

Extending up from his open fly, pressed up against her flesh, was an absolutely titanic penis. He was so long that his gigantic balls, having slipped out, hung down right in front of her drooling post-orgasmic pussy, while his tip was all the way up nuzzling against her belly button. In between them a titanic expanse of thick veiny shaft rested against her sleek belly, caressing back and forth against her as their bodies shifted.

“Oh m-my fucking GOD!” Erica screamed. Then, tearing her eyes off his big penis, she lifted them up and got them back on his face. “Wh-when did you take out your fucking cock?” she asked him.

“Before we kissed,” Zip said. He neglected to mention that he had used a stolen pair of panties both to unzip himself and to draw his long dick out for him, so that his hands could stay better employed groping and fondling her body.

“Why did you think you could take out your dick and rub it on me?” Erica demanded – even as her sleek belly served once more as the silky surface against which his immense cock-head caressed back and forth.

Zip laughed. “You already let me go to town on your pussy until you fucking squirted,” he pointed out to her. “What did you think I was going to do?”

Erica’s lips quivered with emotion. But, unable to come up with a retort, she moaned – and instead turned her head down and once more looked through the crevice between her big wobbling bare breasts, to where his penis was still nuzzling against her fertile flesh. She took several deep but quick breaths, her eyes widening, as they beheld once more how vast he really was.

Suddenly, Erica seemed to be seized by a sudden panic. With a loud moan, she suddenly shoved herself back away from him. True to his word, Zip opened up his hands around her epic retreating buns, and let her go. Her eyes still glued in disbelief to his penis, with several awkward steps of her skirt-bound ankles Erica backed away from him – into the center of the open area between the student desks and the board, at the front of the classroom.

Then, with one more step, her luck ran out. She tripped over her own skirt and, with a yelp – her arms still bound – she went down. Reaching out with his powers, Zip helped make sure she landed safely on her large and well-rounded buttocks. She did so with a squeak, settling down so each big bun was squished into the cold floor. Then, a moment later, she flopped back down. Erica yelped, her eyes spreading wide, as she suddenly found herself flat on her back.

Stepping forward, Zip stood over her. He looked down at her, and smirked.

Lying at his feet, Erica squirmed, and gasped. She licked her lips, and then shook her head.

“What… what is it you want from me?’ she asked.

“I just stripped you naked, and spent half an hour with my hand in your pussy,” Zip pointed out to her. “You’re a bad girl, Erica, but not a dumb one – you know damn well what I want. The only question is… do you want it too?”

She let out a little moan. Flat on her back, her eyes blinked up at him. Then she looked down and gasped – as she saw that, no longer pinned against the ground, her skirt had slipped off of one of her ankles and now dangled only from the other one. Zip had helpfully ordered it off for her, to free up her legs – not that she knew that, of course. She stared at it. Then she lifted her eyes back to his face.

Zip looked back down at her. “Well?” he asked her,

Erica whimpered, and squirmed. She wiggled back and forth, her luscious and extremely horny body writhing in indecision at his feet. Her thighs pressed tight together, as they lifted and swayed back and forth. Her gorgeous head looked away, as if unable to bear his gaze, and then turned back.

Then, at last, Erica answered his question the only way she seemed able to do so. Not with her lips – those remained pressed together, as if she could not bear to utter even a single word. But her sleek thighs lifted up. Still squeezed tight together, they squirmed back and forth several times. Then, slowly they parted. Tilting outwards, they steadily spread wider and wider. Her little feet came back down, one just in her sneakers and the other with her skirt still hanging off of it – so wide that if she had been standing it would look like she was trying to do the splits. She lay before him with her legs wide open, and a clear path presented to him up to her leaking and defenseless pussy. She gasped and, still lying with her legs spread, looked right up at him and mewled, softly – like a minx in heat.

Zip grinned. Then, needing no further clearance or invitation, he came down onto his knees and took up his place in between her open legs. Not wanting to waste much time, he yanked off his shirt and cast it aside, and then did the same with his pants.

Though Zip was hardly the most impressive physical specimen, save for between his legs, Erica still seemed pleasantly surprised by how lean and well-defined he was – blissfully unaware, of course, that the only reason he had such cut abs was because all the excess tissue normally located there had been conveniently relocated into the huge penis he was about to shove up inside her.

Meanwhile, deciding that the moment was more than right, Zip sent a mental command down to her blouse – letting it finally loosen. Erica gasped as, after many tugs, she finally let the thick wrap come undone. Sliding her arms out of it, she lifted them up. But rather than do anything else with her newly liberated hands, she reached out and seized him by the shoulders – and then just helped to hold him in place on top of her, as she awaited his first thrust.

But Zip wasn’t ready to enter her just yet. For her comment had suddenly awoken another curiosity inside of him.

“Do you always make your boyfriends wear a condom?” he suddenly asked, down to her.

She took a deep breath and shivered, with her vagina poised at the tip of his long penis. Then, slowly, she nodded. “Yes,” she said. “Always.”

“I see,” Zip said. “But I’m not your boyfriend…am I?” he asked her.

“No,” she admitted up to him. “You’re not.”

Looking down into her face, Zip smiled.

“Well, I must say, Erica… I’ve never been more glad not to be your boyfriend,” he said. Then, he thrust forward – his gigantic penis forcing her pussy to spread wide as it burrowed deep inside her.

Erica’s jaw dropped wide open, as if in imitation of what his giant cock-head was doing to her pussy. Then her head spun slightly to one side, and trembled uncontrollably. “Oh… oh my f-fucking GOD!” she squealed, as she felt him enter her.

“Oh… fuck YES!” Zip groaned in response, reveling in what he felt marching steadily up his dick.

Denise’s pussy had felt nice enough. But Erica’s was on a whole other level. Her taut teen pussy clung tight to him, squeezing and massaging him ecstatically, as he steadily sunk deeper and deeper within it. Denise’s body, likewise, was extremely well maintained. But Erica’s curves, as he slowly settled down onto them, still had the supple silkiness of youth glowing through every inch of her. He could feel her voluptuous vitality wriggling through every inch of her, as she pressed up against him – and around him.

At last, with one last groan of pleasure, Zip pushed into her all the way to the hilt. Then, he looked down into her stunned face. Her eyes blinked wide, but did not seem to see him. Her entire body shivered up against him – as she struggled to deal with the enormous cock she now had inside of her.

He couldn’t help himself. Looking down at her he smirked, and then chortled.

The sound of his laughter, even as she was feeling his penis throbbing inside of her, seemed to do wonders to focus Erica’s reeling mind. She drew in a sharp breath, and then turned her eyes sharply up into his.

“What… what’s so funny?” she demanded of him, glaring.

“Nothing,” Zip said, still chuckling. He shook his head, and grinned down at her, as he enjoyed the snug squeezing of her cunt. “I just still can’t believe that you, of all girls, let me get away with this,” he told her.

Then, without another word, he drew his long cock back – and then slammed it back in, and began fucking her.

“Oooh!” Erica howled. Her face twisted with outrage, even as her entire body trembled, under the deep and brutal thrusting of his cock. LIfting her shivering face, even as he continued to ride upon and slam into her, she focused her eyes on him, both of them burning with fire.

“Oh… oh that is it, Zip!” she hissed – her voice rising and falling to the time of his deep thrusts. “If… if that’s the gratitude I get then, a-as soon as you are done, I… I’m going to rip you from limb from fucking limb!”

“Oh, yeah?” Zip asked. Leering back down into her gorgeous, furious face, he enjoyed immensely the squirming of her spectacular body up against him, and the squeezing of her tight unprotected pussy as he fucked it. “Is that all?” he asked, making a kissy face at her.

Erica whipped her head back and forth, and snarled.

“No!” she insisted up to the boy who was wildly fucking her. “I… I’m going to tell my boyfriend what you did! And he’s going to stomp what’s left of you into fucking paste… along with ten of his biggest fucking friends!”

“I see,” Zip cooed. He slammed in deep and held it, savoring the helpless quivering her tender wet pussy, and then pulled out, and resumed plowing relentlessly down into her. “What else?”

“I… I’m going to t-tell my fucking daddy…” she told him. It was getting steadily harder for her to speak now, her voice warbling up and down in time to his each and every thrust. But still she soldiered on, her beautiful face contorting with passion as it seethed up into his. “He… he’s going to send you to prison for a million, billion years!” she promised, even as her pussy got spread wide and filled yet again by Zip’s enormous penis. “Th-then he’ll make the school erase every fucking trace fo you. It… it’ll be like Zip the fucking Unzipper never fucking existed!”

“That’s cool!” Zip said, grinning. “And then?”

“And then…” Erica moaned. Her head whipped back and forth, and she let out a moan. Then she turned back up to him, her lips trembling. “And… and then I… I’ll…” she said. But her lips, quivering in time to his thrusts, couldn’t seem to get another word out.

Zip smiled, pleased, at the sight.

For, of course, the entire time he had been interrogating her pretty head, he had been interrogating her in other ways too. Down below, deep inside her. He had had to adjust, slightly – she wasn’t quite the same as Denise. He’d had to find just the right angle inside her, and adjust his stroke just so. But, soon enough, he had located it – the hidden weak point, deep inside her, that she had never even known she had. And, as with Denise, it had been her own body that had guided him to it, telling him when he was close, and then closer, and then right on the money. She told him, even as her lips were spouting one vicious remark after another, with the shivers that ran through her flesh, and the whimpers that interrupted her little temper-tirade, every time he got it just right.

Now, he was getting it just right every single time. Before him, Erica’s gorgeous face twisted and whimpered, her eyes blinking wide – as her lovely head struggled to deal with, let alone even comprehend, exactly what was being done to her.

“And then?” he prompted her again, leering down into her pretty twisting features.

Erica took a deep breath, and her lips quivered – as did every other inch of her.

“And… and th-then… I’m going to… I… I’ll… ooohm!” Her attempt to speak dissolved back into a cute little whimper as, every part of her quivering helplessly around him, she took another deep thrust.

“Yes?” Zip asked again, still slamming himself through her taut and delightful pussy, over and over again.

Erica gasped and shivered for several more seconds. Her gorgeous blinked repeatedly, staring up into his. Then, at last, she slowly shook her head.

“Oh… oh my fucking God…” she whimpered. “Oh, God, you… you have such a big fucking dick!”

And then, suddenly, her beautiful head shot up towards his. Her luscious lips, seeking his out, found them – and wrapping around him, she kissed her hated enemy full on the mouth. Her full lips massaged his repeatedly – even as his gigantic cock continued to rampage unchecked within her unprotected cunt. Then, they suddenly drew back. Sinking back to the floor, she squirmed and wriggled beneath him – her eyes blinking up into his as if shocked.

Looking back down at her, Zip chuckled, and smirked.

“You like big dicks, Erica?” he asked – and then gave her yet another perfect thrust, right into her deepest weak point.

The beautiful girl wriggled and moaned. A deep pink flush slowly suffused her cheeks. But then, slowly, she nodded.

“Yes,” she confessed. Her long legs slowly lifted up, and coiled in around his back – helping to hold him inside of her. “I… I love getting fucked by… by a really big and manly penis…” she said. Then, lifting up her head, she gave him another kiss – this one quivering against his left cheek. Then her lips detached and sank down, gasping, to once more lie beneath him. “Other men,” she admitted, “just can’t compare.”

“I see…” Zip cooed, grinning back down at her. Slipping his hands up, he tweaked each of her big breasts, while continuing to furiously nail her. “And how long have you known you loved big dicks, Erica?” he asked her.

She took a deep breath, and then whimpered, as she took yet another deep pointed thrust up inside her. Then, her blush deepened.

“Well… since… since right after you started fucking me…” she confessed. And, lifting her lovely head up, gave him another kiss – this time on his right cheek.

“That’s cool,” Zip said, as her lips detached and then her head sank back down to the floor. “But, wait a minute… didn’t you say that I didn’t deserve to be in this school… that I didn’t deserve to even look at you… that I didn’t deserve to exist?”

Erica gasped deeply, and her face suddenly flickered with horror – as if, in the delirium of his furious coitus, she was afraid that merely saying the words might make it true, and suddenly take away the giant throbbing beast that was currently having its thrilling way with her pussy. Then, a moment later, after yet another thrust, she let out a loud moan – and then began to thrash her head back and forth.

“Oh! N-no! No!” she gasped. And then a moment later, her face quivering in dismay, Zip heard Erica say a phrase he had never, ever heard her utter before in his life – or pretty much any girls like her, either, for that matter. “I… I was wrong!” Erica squealed, helplessly. “I was wrong! I was wrong!”

“I see,” Zip cooed. Taking his hands off her breasts, he transferred them back up to her shoulders, the better to keep a tight grip on her. His chest still proved a perfectly good surface for her huge cans to jiggle and caress against, regardless. “Then what am I good for, then?” he asked her. And then, feeling her rapidly weaken, he began to give her a sequence of steadily faster and harder thrusts – using his improved grip on her body to make sure each and every one landed exactly where he wanted it to go.

Erica’s jaw dropped, and quivered – as her eyes spread wide. Then, feeling a tide rising rapidly within her, she shook her head back and forth – and let out a loud squeal.

“Y-you were m-made to f-FUCK me!” she screamed.

Her head twisted to one side and she let out a loud moan, as she took an exceptionally brutal thrust deep up inside her. Then she turned her head back up and, eyes blinking wide and shining with fluids, stared in awe up into his face.

“Y-your penis fits inside me… perfectly…” she whispered up to him as if awed, her face an inch from his. “It… it was made… to wreck my pussy… to fill it completely… and to fuck it hard.”

Then she bit her lip and whimpered, as she took yet another of his barbaric thrusts deep inside her – the ones that made her feel the strange, mind-numbing, and irresistible pleasure that no other boy had ever managed to give her before. Staring up into Zip’s face as she felt that, slamming up into her over and over, she moaned… and her already pink cheeks blushed even deer. But another few taps of his giant cock-head into her deepest depths pushed her through that, and she could hold back no more.

“M-my body exists… to get fucked by your cock, Zip!” she confessed. Lifting her head up, she gave him another kiss. “Fill me up, Zip!” she begged him. “F-fill me with your… your big huge fucking cock!” Lifting up, she gave him yet another kiss. She shook her head, her eyes wide with awe. “F-fuck me! Fuck me, Zip! Oh… oh God, yes, Zip f-FUCK MEEE!”

And then, at last, it hit. He had been driving her closer and closer for some time – having already left her halfway there, after starting her up with his fingers. But now, driving relentlessly up into her, he finally sent Erica over the edge – and into the first furious, explosive, and mind-blowing climax she had had, upon his enormous rampaging penis.

“Oh… oh my God!” Erica Blake squealed, her body thrashing wildly up against him. Her gorgeous head whipped back and forth and then, craning backwards, squealed in awe. “Oh… I love it!” she moaned. Her voluptuous hips pounded furiously back up into him – helping him drive deeper into her in an enthusiastic frenzy. “I… love YOU!” she squealed. “I love you, Zip the Unzipper! Oh, god, I LOVE YOU!”

“Hahaha!” Zip cackled – and kept slamming merrily away inside her.

Under ordinary circumstances Zip could not have lasted much longer than she had, before his first. But he had jacked off multiple times in the day, to try to take the edge off, while she had been built up perfectly before he had entered her. Even so, the sight of Erica Blake’s face, of all womens’, shivering and contorting before him in awe as she orgasmed upon his cock, nearly drove him over the edge. He caught himself just in time, settling into a smoother rhythm, and got his excitedly pulsing penis back under control – riding the helpless shivering of her shapely body and the flooding convulsions of her cunt the way he had heard surfers talk about riding the wave into shore.

Coming down off her peak, Erica’s face gasped and twisted in awe, staring up at him – as she felt him still going inside her. He had now, in two ways, far surpassed every other boyfriend she had ever had – which given her list of previous conquests was saying something. Slowly, she shook her head in disbelief – while continuing to shake under the deep strokes he was delivering into her gooey cunt. Finally, after over a minute more of being ridden by him, she finally found the wherewithal to speak.

“I’m… I’m sorry, Zip…” she whispered.

She stroked her hands up his scrawny body, and gasped in awe as his huge cock gave her another deep stroke, straight down into the deep pleasure spot in her pussy that he and he alone had found. In her immediate post-climactic delirium, the fucked-stupid beauty almost seemed genuinely panicked that he might suddenly remember exactly who he was railing, get offended, and stop. From the look on her face, she briefly could imagine few worse fates in the universe.

“I… I hope you understand…” she whimpered. “I… I didn’t know… what you really were! I’m… I’m sorry I said all those mean things about you…” she whispered. She bit her lip and quivered as she took another deep stroke. “C-can you forgive me?” she pleaded.

Looking down into the pretty face that had given him so much hate, Zip just laughed.

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” he purred. “I have a far better way of getting even with you, than waiting on you to apologize.”

He gripped her by her bare shoulders, enjoying the way her large breasts bounced as he fucked her.

“Here’s how this works,” he decided to inform her. He pulled all the way back, until only his enormous cock-head was inside her. “I think of something you said or did to me…like that time you claimed I pooped myself at the pool… do you remember that?”

She shivered, looking up at him. Then she slowly nodded. “I… I do…” she admitted, softly.

“Did I say anything back to you then?” he asked.

She shook her head. “No, you didn’t…” she said. She squirmed. “C-considering I had two girls and a boyfriend with me at the time, it… it wouldn’t have gone well for you if you had…” she admitted.

He smiled. “Well hold that moment in your head, and get ready,” he said. “Because here comes my retort now.”

And with that he thrust deep down into Erica’s mean-girl-hole. Shivering in disbelief, the busty bully whimpered in awe as she finally got her cum-uppance, right up between her luscious thighs. Zip gasped with pleasure as he plunged deep, deep, deep inside Erica’s defenseless vagina, until her helpless pussy was stretched taut and convulsing wildly all along his veiny twitching shaft. Then he pulled back, and looked down at her again.

“Then, I think of something else,” he said, “like that time you had one of your boyfriends take my coke and give it to you, and…” He thrust deep into her again. Erica whimpered and moaned, her lips shivering in awe, as Zip’s stolen fluids finally got repaid… in the form of her slick pussy juices getting slathered all up and down his shaft. “Or that time you got the whole class to call me Retard for an entire day…” He hammered in several times in a row after that, giving her defenseless pussy another deep thrust for every instance of the name he could remember, one after the other.

“Mmn! Nng! Ooh!” Her gorgeous body lying pinned beneath him, Erica Blake shivered and moaned in awe… as she received Zip’s revenge for all her bitch-crimes right up between her legs. But, after his long practice, his strokes still sank in perfectly. Meaning that as she got her reward for her misbehavior… she still was filled with deep pleasure by each and every stroke.

“Ohh… that’s it, Zip,” she moaned. “I… I’ve been a b-bad, bad girl!” Seizing hold of him, she pulled him higher up onto her, and wrapping her legs up around him, lifted her curvy pelvis up into his thrusts – helping him get his revenge just a little deeper inside her than before. Then she looked up into his face, her gorgeous features shivering in awe. “That’s it, Zip…” she whispered. Her body shook, under another stroke. “That’s it… m-make me sorry! Make me say I’m sorry… as… as hard and d-DEEP as you can!”

Then seizing him, she dragged his head down and kissed him, once more. Her body and lips quivered with passion against him, as he continued fucking her. A couple times she pulled back, gasped in passion – and then pulling his head down, kissed him again.

~~~~~

A few minutes later, getting tired of waiting outside, Mrs. Sablier decided she had to take a peek. She had heard some cries and yelps earlier, but had stood fast, her buxom bottom making sure no-one else had opened up the door. She had given various excuses to those curious enough to ask… but now no-one had passed in some time, and she stood alone in the halls, the school seemingly empty.

So, turning around, she gripped the door handle. Slowly, and silently, she turned it. Then, opening the door a crack, she peeked inside her own classroom.

“Oh… oh my…” she said softly.

Before her, in the center of the classroom floor, Zip and Erica were still joined together into the beast with two backs. The position of their bodies gave her a clear view of Zip’s gigantic penis, hammering away inside Erica’s taut-stretched and quivering snatch. Nevertheless, from the way the young beauty had her legs up, sliding up and down him, by the way she was clawing at his back, and by the whimpers and moans of awe she made every time he sunk deep, while many words promptly came to her mind to describe the way the busty girl-bully was being seen to… ‘non-consensual’ would never have been one of them.

As Denise watched, open-lipped and silent from the door, Erica finally pulled back out of a deep kiss with Zip. Coiling her arms around his neck, she gasped up into his face in awe.

“That’s it, Zip…” she whispered, blissfully oblivious to her audience. The look upon her pretty once-cruel features, as she held his face close to hers, was like that of an awoken damsel gazing on her promised prince. “Punish me, Zip!” she begged… and then shivered in awe as he obliged, sinking his enormous penis hilt-deep inside her defenseless mean-girl snatch. “M-make me say I’m sorry, Zip!” she pleaded, as he continued to do so, vigorously, up between her thighs. “M-make me sorry! Oh… make my pussy sorry! Oh… oh God I’m so SORRY!” She squealed loudly as, erupting up out of her broad flat belly, yet another of the mysterious deep orgasms she’d only felt at the tip of Zip’s big penis swept through her.

“Oh…” Mrs. Sablier whispered, from the door. “Well then…” she said, as she watched the two continue to copulate. “I… I guess he’s a faster learner than I thought…”

She closed the door, and went back to standing guard. She had only been standing there for another minute or two when, with a soft gasp, she started to hear footsteps echoing towards her down the cavernous hallway.

Looking up, she was startled to see Cassie Creed approaching. The two did not get along. Mrs. Sablier assured herself it had nothing to do with the younger woman’s looks, and everything to do with her attitude and bearing.

A slight smile on her lips, Cassie swayed up and stood directly before her.

“Well, hello there, Denise,” she cooed. She glanced up and down her. “You’re putting in a late night!”

“You as well,” Denise said. “Doing some guidance counseling?” she asked, doing her best to make small talk – the better to cover up the sounds coming through her door.

Cassie nodded. “Varsity baseball player,” she said. “Had to schedule after practice. Already has two full scholarship offers on the table, wants to be a hedge fund manager if sports doesn’t work out. His dad gave him a bunch of money to start managing his own stocks – he’s already up thirty percent.” She rolled her eyes, and shook her head. “Completely fucking worthless!”

“Uh…” Denise said.

She had barely been listening to her fellow teacher speak, her concentration instead entirely focused on hoping that the faint wet ‘Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!’ sounds, and occasional soft moans, that echoed through the door immediately behind her well-rounded ass were not making it as far as Cassie’s ears. Still, something about her colleague’s statement struck her as very off, but she elected to treat it as a mistimed joke. Then, realizing she needed an explanation of her own she turned her eyes from the door and provided one.

“There was a, uh, fluid spill,” she said – hearing more wet slurps echo out through the door. “I’m just guarding the door until the janitor gets back.”

Cassie nodded – and now it was her turn to appear like she hadn’t really been listening. Mrs. Sablier fervently hoped that her colleague would turn and walk away. But instead she groaned internally, as, folding her arms under her breasts, it became clear the redhead was going to take the opportunity to chat.

“You know, we share an Advanced Placement student,” she said. “Zachary Zilch – the only male student in your late-period class, I believe? What are your impressions of him?”

“Uh…” Denise said. Under the circumstances, it was all she could do not to let her jaw drop open in shock. She swallowed, and gathered herself.

‘Well, as long as we’re going to have this conversation,’ she thought, as the sounds of wet slurps and cooing sighs continued to echo through the door, ‘I might as well let the little creep have it – even if he isn’t here to hear it.’

“To be honest,” she growled, “I think he has great potential, that is entirely misplaced. All he seems to think of is sex. If he doesn’t get his mind out of the gutter, and start focusing, I don’t think he’ll ever amount to anything!”

Cassie Creed frowned.

“You consider sex an… unproductive activity?” she asked, cocking her head curiously. She shrugged, and shook her head. “What a depressingly modern attitude!”

Denise stared at her, her jaw half open. Smiling, Cassie reached out and laid a hand on her fellow teacher’s shoulder.

“At the risk of going all Guidance Counselor on you as well,” Cassie said. “I have heard from the grapevine, Denise, that you have been very unsatisfied lately. That you feel your life is directionless, as if you felt you were missing its true purpose.”

Taking her hand away, she took a step back, and nodded towards the door behind her.

“Well, maybe you finally found it.” Then she lifted a hand and waved. “Good night.”

Zip’s Biology Teacher watched, speechless, as his History Teacher strutted away. Then she turned her head, and shook it furiously.

“What… a load of fucking horse shit!” she growled. Her lips twisted, and she shook her head. “Bitch,” she added, and went back to listening to her two worst students fuck.

~~~~~

Meanwhile, back inside the room, Erica was a sweaty wreck. Perched atop her, Zip gazed down into the gorgeous face of his long-time antagonist – enjoying the ripples of her taut pussy as he continued to thrust into her. Lying beneath him, Erica drew a deep breath, and licked her lips.

“Is there… is there anything more you want to punish me for?” she asked him, eagerly.

In truth, she had already long since lost track of how many previous incidents and examples of petty cruelty she had apologized for – with her words of course, but far more significantly with her pussy. But she didn’t care. Already the gorgeous beauty had learned to associate confessing to yet another indignity she had inflicted on her partner with the exceptionally brutal and triumphant series of thrusts his giant cock always delivered into her afterwards. As a result, the idea of ‘confessing’ to another ‘crime’ by now triggered an almost Pavlovian reaction in her, making her salivate eagerly both in her lips and down in her thoroughly-impaled pussy. But at long last, riding atop her, Zip gave her big jiggling breasts a squeeze – and then shook his head.

“No,” he admitted. He stroked his fingers over her nipples, grinned. It seemed impossible, but he had somehow run out of grievances to obliterate her for. He gave her another few pounding thrusts, using the convulsions of her outmatched pussy to help jog his memory – to no avail.

Erica squirmed beneath him, and moaned.

“D-does that mean we’re even?” she asked him – and could not quite keep a disappointed whimper out of her voice, that their thrilling hate-fuck might soon be coming to an end.

Looking down into her face, Zip smiled, and then shook his head.

“Not quite,” he told her. He looked down her sleek body, whose squirms he was enjoying as he rested atop it, and then back up into her eyes, and grinned. “There’s one more thing you need to give me, to completely make things up to me,” he told her.

“Oh?” she gasped. She perked up hopefully, her eyes blinking in wonder. “What… what is it?” she asked, eagerly.

“This,” Zip said.

And with that, he seized a tighter hold on her voluptuous body – and then suddenly began slamming into her as hard and as fast as he could. Erica’s eyes widened, and then she began to thrash back and forth, as a storm of squeals and shrieks erupted from her throat. Zip did not care. His gigantic penis hurtling back and forth through her absurdly wide-stretched pussy so fast it seemed to blur, he sent it pounding up into her with demolishing force over and over and over again, unleashing every ounce of fury he had upon the tender and defenseless depths of her cunt.

And then, at last, with a deep groan, he slammed in deep and held. His huge cock pulsed wildly within her taut convulsing cavity. Then, with one last pulse, it opened up and sent a titanic flood of semen spewing up into her. Zip’s discharge was so massive it made an audible ‘splort!’, and the stunned beauty, her jaw dropping, could feel him erupting up into her. But he was far from done. Groaning with pleasure he pulled back slightly, and then rammed back up into her again – and then again, and again. With each short thrust he sent another spurt, and then another and another, pouring up into the defenseless depths of her extremely fertile womb.

At last, with one last spurt, Zip had delivered his entire enormous load into her. Panting heavily, he collapsed down on top of her, and looked into her face.

“There,’ he cooed down, to the curvy and self-proclaimed ‘bad girl’ who was now loaded with his cum. “Now we’re even,” he said.

Lying beneath him, Erica moaned. Then, lifting up her head, her lips found his, and she kissed him. Then she moaned softly, a deep blush spreading across her cheeks – as within her his giant penis twitched, and then sent one last spurt of potent cum up into her ripe and unprotected body.

Zip grinned. Then he slowly pulled out. Erica let out a stunned moan, as she felt his enormous cock-head force its way back out of the tender gates of her pussy. He pushed up off of her, and then stood up over her. With some difficulty, Erica managed to work her way up onto her knees, and knelt naked before him.

“Well,” Zip said, preparing to go. “It’s been fun, but…”

Erica cocked her head, and gave him a sharp look. “You’re done already?” she asked him.

Zip turned back and looked down at her. She grinned up at him, even as she remained on her knees.

“You just got done ‘punishing’ me in my pussy for all that shit I did to you,” she reminded him.

Down between her sleek legs, a thick streamer of Zip the Unzipper’s cum poured out of her gaping vagina, demonstrating exactly how.

“But my mouth was the part that said all that nasty shit to you, over the years – and you haven’t done shit to it,” she pointed out. Hovering it in front of his half-hardened dick, she extended out her tongue and rolled it around her lips, while staring up into his eyes. “Don’t you want to ‘punish’ that too?” she asked – and then gave him a big, hungry grin.

Zip considered a moment, and then shook his head. “You drive a hard bargain,” he said.

“I do,” Erica replied, and smirked.

Coming back over her, Zip stood over her. His big penis dangled down in front of her face.

“How do you want me to punish you?” he asked her.

Erica shook her head, and sighed.

“You’re the giant fucking dweeb, you fucking figure it out,” she said to him.

Zip shrugged. Then, twisting his hips to one side, he swung them back – hard enough to send his long limp cock hurtling out.

“Ooof!” Erica gasped, her eyes blinking wide in shock – as she suddenly took a furious wallop from his giant veiny cock, right across her face. It forced her head to one side and then left her wobbling and briefly dazed. For a moment afterwards, she blinked her eyes as if bewildered by what had just happened – and Zip got the distinct impression that he had just discovered yet another thing no other boy had had the balls – let alone the cock – to do to her. But then, recovering, she tilted her head back up, and gave him a petulant smile.

“That’s the best you got?” she asked him, and raised a mocking eyebrow.

He gave her another couple whacks across the face for her trouble. Each time, she took it, with a tiny little mewl – and then dared him to give her more. Which he did. But at last, wanting much more out of her, he hoisted his cock up and held it out in front of her head – waiting expectantly.

Gazing at it, Erica shook her head.

“You’re a braver man than I gave you credit for,” she admitted, as after everything he had already done to her he now presented his precious penis within easy range of her teeth. But then, rather than taking advantage of that, she instead dove down – and, extending out her tongue, began to slurp and suckle eagerly upon him instead. Her gorgeous head roving around him ravenously, Erica promptly began to deliver a series of slurps and kisses up and down its long length – helping his big beast to twitch and grow steadily once more.

She was quite good at this. Zip gasped in awe, as pure heaven slurped and lapped its way up and down his dick. Soon enough he was hard enough to take her up on her offer. Seizing his cock in one hand and her head in the other, he went ahead and ‘punished’ her naughty mouth, by force-feeding it his cock. Erica whimpered – and, having prepared her own petard allowed herself to be dutifully hoist upon it, her lips trembling and spreading out further and further as they were forced to encircle his thrusting girth.

Soon enough, he was fully hard. She gave him another few slurps. Then, detaching her lips from him, she stood up – shakily. Leaning over, she bent over one of the desks in the front row. Then she looked back over her shoulder.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked him impatiently. She looked back up at him, over her shoulder. “I shit all over you for years,” she reminded him. “Was just one fuck really enough to satisfy you?”

Zip gazed at her uplifted pussy, and shook his head.

“Well… maybe one more would help,” he admitted.

“Good to hear,” Erica said. “Now come over here, and wreck the fuck out of me.”

Zip obediently came forward. Seizing her rounded hips he pushed up into her. Erica moaned as he pushed back into her – this time from behind. In no time he had her squealing once more as, nailing her up against the desk, he once more let her have it.

But their second time was not to be their last. In the busty bad-girl’s arms Zip found, to his delight but also to a tiny bit of dismay, that he had more than met his match. With Mrs. Sablier, he had pitted his teen libido against that of an adult woman, and managed with difficulty to wear her out. But with Erica, he had taken on a teen girl’s appetites – and a very fit and athletic one at that. Once her libido had become fully engaged she proved far more voracious than himself.

He came inside her, repeatedly. Each time, Erica promptly dove down and, with practiced if still slightly awed slurps and laps of her tongue, quickly got his big beast back into action again. From the expression on her face every single time she looked at him without him inside her, Erica was not certain if this was a dream or nightmare – but either way her preference was to delay ‘waking up’ as long as humanly possible – which meant more fucking. She kept on riding him for what seemed like another hour or more, through two more eruptions of cum up into her pussy, before mutual exhaustion finally set in.

Afterwards the two lay side by side on the classroom floor, panting and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Her head was near his feet, and vice versa. Reaching out, her face tired but a slight smile on her lips, Erica gave his big limp penis a few caresses with her fingertips, looking at it in fascination. But she was too sore, and he too limp, to get in another round.

A little later, she stood up, and so did he. They did not yet know what to say to each other, so in silence she used the dark digital board as a mirror, running her hands back through her hair to try to fix it again, while he went to check his phone. Suddenly her hand shot up to her mouth.

“Oh, fuck, Mrs. Sablier!” she gasped.

“Oh,” Zip said. He thought quickly. “I have a text from her actually,” he said, pointing at his phone. What was actually on it was footage of him holding her bra with one hand while his other hand was in her pussy, but he didn’t show her that. “She said she saw us talking and figured she should let us be. She said she changed her mind, and you should just forget about it.”

“Oh…” Erica said. Then she cocked her head. “Uh… by ‘talking’ you don’t think she means…”

“Um… it was sent, like, one minute after I came into the room so, no,” Zip lied.

“Ah…” Erica said. She sighed with relief. Then she gave him a long look. She walked over, still naked – a hand running down her body, between her big breasts and across her belly – and then stood in front of him.

“Zip,” she said, softly. “We need to talk… about us.”

‘Uh-oh…’ Zip thought. He was mostly only familiar with these sorts of lines from girls post-sex via fiction – and based on that his immediate premonitions were not positive. His closest real-world experience came from a similar line from Molly, after their attempt at mutual attraction had ended in failure… and while that had worked out alright in the end it had been quite the emotional gut-punch at the time.

“What about us?” he asked her, warily.

Erica bit her lip and squirmed. “So… I actually really, really enjoyed, you know…. what we did tonight,” she admitted.

As she stood before him rubbing her belly, Zip had a distinct impression it had been a long time since she’d been unable to just say the word sex… but that now that she found herself looking at him afterwards that had changed. She shook her head, pushing this aside, and then reached out and laid a hand on his shoulder.

“But,” she continued, “I’m not interested in, like, being your girlfriend or anything. Or being seen with you. Or talking with you.” She looked up at him, her eyes blinking hopefully. “Do you understand?”

“Uh…” Zip said. He wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that. “So does that mean you just want to forget about it?” he asked. “Pretend it never happened?”

“Oh, no, no,” Erica said, waving her hand as if to brush that thought aside. “No, I want to do this with you again. Like, really want to. I just don’t want anyone to know about it. Ever.”

She looked around hastily, as if she was worried that some of her friends might materialize all of a sudden at the window, smirking evilly at the sight of her caught with such a deeply unfashionable dude. She turned back to him, and cocked her lovely head, her eyes looking into his.

“What I’m thinking is ‘Friends with Benefits’… without the ‘Friends’ part,” she said. “Only… you know… the Benefits.” She blinked her lovely eyes apologetically up at him. “Is that okay?” she asked. “You’re not upset are you? Did I hurt your feelings?”

“Uh…” Zip said. He wasn’t quite sure how to deal with someone who seemed to think he might be mad to be presented with the horny-teen-boy equivalent of a winning lottery ticket. “I, uh, I think I can suffer through that…” he said.

“Good,” she said.

Stepping back, she folded her arms under her breasts.

“Um, and just so we’re clear,” she said. “I’m going to have to keep acting like… you know… a giant bitch to you? Just for appearances’ sake. I don’t want anyone suspecting we’re doing… what we’re actually doing.” Reaching out, she stroked her hand down his chin and smiled. “But don’t you worry – every time I taunt you, or one of my boyfriends decides to fuck with you, you can rest assured you’ll get your revenge on me or them soon enough… when you stick that big thing inside me. Alright?”

Zip still couldn’t quite believe his good fortune. But seeing how genuinely worried his shapely once-real and now-fake enemy seemed to be, he decided he might as well milk that a little.

“Sure,” he said. “On one condition.”

Erica took a deep breath, and stepped back. “What?” she asked. Her face contorted, as her pretty head seemed to try to think what else he might want from her, besides no-strings-attached pussy and blowjobs. “If it’s ass stuff, I’m kind of down, maybe, but… I think I might need to work my way up to it with you.” She glanced down at his penis and swallowed, while her rounded derriere squirmed.

“Uh…” Zack said. “We can talk about that too,” he assured her. “But what I meant was this.”

Bending down, he scooped up her bra from where it lay on a desk nearby. “I’m going to keep it,” he informed her.

Erica looked at the dangling bra and frowned. “You want my… underwear?” she asked. She looked at him. “Wow, you really are a weasely little pervert…” she said, as if somehow just figuring this out.

“Guilty as charged,” he said. He swung her enormous bra back and forth in front of the generous rack it had once so decoratively encased. “You have a problem with me keeping this,” he asked, “in exchange for keeping ‘us’ a secret?”

She shrugged, and smirked. “I mean… nobody is going to believe you if you try to tell,” she said. “But sure…”

She watched him get out his bag and start to stuff her bra into it.

“You know I can get like a hundred more of those if I want, right?” she asked. “It’s just fabric. I know guys are pretty into them sometimes but they honestly don’t mean anything to me. Really.”

“And a wedding ring is just a bit of metal and rock,” Zip replied back, studying her lingerie. “It’s the history of things that give them meaning.”

“Whatever gets you hard makes me happy, dude” she said.

Strutting over, she bent down, picked up her blouse and pulled it on over her bare breasts. She buttoned it up enough to cover up the goods. Then she picked up her skirt and, still holding it, stopped as an idea struck her.

“Oh, by the way. If you decide to like, wrap my bra around your dick and jerk it while I’m off on a date with some dude… could you send me a pic of the aftermath? I think it’d be pretty hot to get something like that while, like, Jason Robards tries to get on second base with me in some fancy-ass restaurant.”

“Thanks for the suggestion,” Zip said. He stuffed her bra into his backpack. “But I think they’ll look better on my wall…”

“Oh…” Erica said.

Raising a hand to her cheek she watched, her naked hips squirming, as her bra got stuffed down into Zip’s bag. Despite her earlier bravado about it, at the news of what they were intended for, a slight blush spread across her cheeks.

From the look upon her pretty face it appeared that it had finally dawned on Erica, regardless of earlier cheery talk about ‘Benefits without the Friend Part’, what had really happened to her. That her most hated and despised enemy had just converted her into nothing more or less than a receptacle for his penis… and that he had done so by a method no more or less sophisticated than to strip her with his own hand, finger her pussy, and then slam his huge penis through her over and over again. As she watched the zipper of Zip’s bag go up and over, sealing the giant-cupped trophy of the conquest of her body away, her blush deepened. Then, with a gasp, she shrugged her shoulders, and waved those feelings away… until she could work them out later with the aid of her vibrator.

Then, as she watched him zip up her underwear, a strange expression crossed Erica’s face.

“You know,” she said, squirming. “It’s funny. I could have sworn I did wear panties today. I mean, I must not have, because you reached right up in there. And getting a glimpse of my pussy up my skirt was apparently what made you go after me, in the first place. But still – it’s fucking weird.”

“Are you saying I took them?” Zip asked.

She shook her head. “Right out from under my skirt? Of course not! You never had the chance. And even if I now know you have the cock, I still don’t think you have the balls to do that.” She shrugged. “I’m not sorry it happened,” she admitted. “It’s just strange is all… and this isn’t the first time either,” she said, remembering the earlier incident with her blouse.

“Must be Spooky Sally,” he said.

She wrinkled her nose. “Who?”

“Sally Safire. A girl who used to go to this school, who got murdered,” he said. “They say she still haunts the girls of this school. Since she got killed before she could lose her virginity, she doesn’t want that to happen to other girls. Only, since she’s a ghost, she can’t speak or be seen, so the only way she can do it is to make her clothes open up, or fall down.”

“Huh…” Erica said. Her brow furrowed, as if she was considering it.

Zip smiled. And then, he hit her with one last detail. The part he had only whispered to Mrs. Sablier, when he had laid this lie into her along with his cock.

“According to the old stories,” he told her, “she was always particularly keen to do it, whenever she saw a girl ignoring her true love.”

Erica thought about this for a moment, seeming to consider who was in front of her during every one of her wardrobe malfunctions. Suddenly, a look of horror spread across her face as she realized the connection.

“You are a lot of things Zip but you are not my true love, so that better not be it!” she gasped.

“She’s a crazy ghost, nobody said she makes the right call every time,” Zip said

“Are you just making this up?” Erica asked, skeptically – but with a tiny quiver in her voice like she was afraid he wasn’t.

It was the sort of thing she would have dismissed out of hand… a week or two ago. Given what had been happening to her lately though a concerned expression appeared on her face, and her head darted around – as if the creeped-out beauty was worried she might see a ghost-girl leering at her from some corner of the quiet classroom, ready to make her skirt fall off again.

“She has her own Wikipedia page,” Zip said. “Don’t look on the school page – like they’re going to let anything about a dead girl get on the San Caj High main page. But if you search for her, she has her own article. Or just ask Mrs. Sablier – she’s the one who told me all about it.”

Erica considered this – and made another quick sweep around the room with her eyes, as if trying to spot a creepy dead girl again. “I’ll do that,” she said.

Then, she shook her head, as if to clear it.

“Okay,” she said. “Enough Halloween nerd shit.”

Walking over, holding her bag over her shoulder with one arm, she used the other to reach out and put a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s been fun but… I’ve got to go before Daddy gets too suspicious. Just as a reminder – come tomorrow morning you’re back to being Loser Boy, and Creepo, and Zip the Unzipper. At least until we can find a chance to sneak into a broom closet together, and you can make me call you my Oh My Fucking God again. Got it?”

“Got it,” Zip said.

She smiled. “I love you!” she said. Then her pretty face twisted slightly in horror. “Well, no, actually. I still do hate you… but I love your cock. But that still puts you, like, shaft and balls ahead of just about every other boyfriend I’ve ever had. You hear that, creepy girl-ghost? I don’t love him! But, still, I mean… close enough.”

Leaning close, she delivered a kiss to his cheek. Her lips trembled for a second. Detaching her lips, she stepped back, smiled smugly at the expression on his face, and then strutted past him to the door. Turning around, she gave him a big wave.

“Bye, bye, Loser Boy!” she giggled.

Then with that she was through the door and gone – already pulling out her phone to start texting her friends and parents with whatever explanation she could come up with for her absence.

Left behind, Zip slowly looked around the room. Then, turning back away from the empty classroom, he unzipped his bag again. Reaching down inside, he pulled out her bra again. Only this time there was something else alongside it – a matching skimpy panty, with a scoop front and thong back, also made of black lace.

He held them both up and admired them. They were the exact same pair – or at least a matching copy from the same brand – as the ones she had worn in the picture that had started it all. It was the glimpse of them, snuck with a subtle use of his powers as she passed, that had convinced him that he had to strike this day no matter what. Observing the panty hanging beside its matching bra, Zip shook his head.

“God damn,” he said. “If the rest of those stuck-up bitches turn out like this one, I’m not sure if I’m going to get through this year without my dick falling off!”

~~~~~

Meanwhile, outside in the school parking lot, Doctor Cassandra Creed sat in the cab of an old four-wheel-drive pickup truck. She had a leather-bound journal out, and was jotting a few quick notes in a strange, angular script that looked a bit like shorthand. In front of her shadows could be seen moving against the closed blinds of the only classroom that still had its lights on. Still writing, she glanced up at the clock that glowed on the dashboard. It was time.

There came the crackle of noise in the cab. Then, a female voice spoke.

“The light dawns in the beech trees,” it said.

“The herds of man scatter before the storm,” Cassie replied, still scribbling in her notes.

“Report, Charioteer ,” the voice said. There was a brief crackle, then it came again. “Make it brief, please,” it added. “You have wasted enough of our time already on this silly hunch of yours. Thankfully your transfer is almost upon us. So keep this final briefing to the highlights, only.”

Still scribbling in her notebook, Cassie nodded. Then she lifted her pencil to her lips, and looked up.

“Oh, there’s not much,” she admitted. “The varsity football team got wrecked… again. A few unexpected break-ups here and there. Oh, and one more thing.”

She twirled her pencil, and smiled, drawing it out.

“An awakening,” she finally concluded. “One of immense power, and almost unlimited potential. The very one, in other words, for whom we have so long been seeking.”

There was a brief crackle, as of an open channel to a room full of people, who suddenly were entirely silent.

“You’re… you’re joking…” the voice finally replied.

Returning her pen to her notebook, Cassie shook her head.

“Oh, no,” she said, scribbling. “He was not, I will admit, in the form I first expected. In retrospect I wasted a great deal of time looking at candidates who were exactly the opposite of who I should have been seeking. But then, we’ve all been there, haven’t we?”

Raising her pencil to her lips, Cassie looked out through the window, and smiled.

“But… I will say… this one is nearly perfect,” she said. “He has no illusions, no pretensions – nothing to distract him away from his true purpose. And they will not suspect him. Not if he plays his cards right. Or, at least, not until it is far, far, far too late.”

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line, which seemed to be covering up excited, whispered conversation between several parties. Then, the main voice came back.

“This is very momentous news,” the voice said. “If what you say is true… then against all odds the great darkness may yet be averted. The false gods may yet be torn from their thrones, and their corruption eradicated. The great calamity may yet be averted, and our world may yet become the peaceful garden it was intended.”

There was more excited, muffled conversation on the other end of the line, and then the voice returned.

“The fate of the entire world rests upon this young man,” it continued. “All must be done to protect and guide him. And everything must be done to ensure he is not detected, until his destiny is fulfilled.”

Still scribbling away in her notebook, Cassie nodded.

“Aware,” she said. “And agreed.”

“Your previously scheduled transfer is canceled,” the voice said. “You are to remain in place. Assist as you can, but do not break your cover identity unless absolutely necessary. All will be done by the rest of us to make sure you are and your charge are not disturbed, but you will remain the sole point of contact unless a critical need arises. Is this understood?”

Cassie nodded, and then rolled her eyes.

“Perfectly,” she said.

There was a brief bit of chatter, then the voice came back one last time.

“This conference is at an end,” it said. “Go forth, Charioteer. There is much to be done.”

“There is indeed,” Cassie agreed.

With a last crackle, the open transmission ended. Cassie jotted down one last note and then looked up.

Through the windows, the dark figure in the glowing windows before was starting to move around. Packing up, getting ready to leave. That was her cue. Putting her notebook to one side, she raised her arms, started her engine, and put one hand on the wheel. But before she drove away, she took a moment to turn her head back towards the glowing windows, and let a big smile spread across her lips.

“Well, Mister Zack Zip Zilch,” she said. “It looks like we may yet expect a great harvest out of you, after all!”

~~~~~

End of Book One. To be continued in book two.