Unraveling Lisa

Marker in the p***y

Lisa steps through the gates of Slavole college, with her bag the only thing on her. All the students are roaming in the campus like butterflies in colorful dresses while Lisa has only her naked body to show. She never thought she would go to her dream college as naked as an animal. Her body still tingles where she is touched and ravaged on her way here.

As Lisa walks towards the fashion school, students look at her. They approach her.

"Hi, Lisa." A boy says raising his hand. Lisa thinks he is going to hi-fi her. But his hand ends as a resounding slap on her breast. The sting makes Lisa's nerve ends sing.

"Welcome to Slavole," Another boy slaps her butt.

"Your n*****s look good today." Another boy tugs her both n*****s forward until  Lisa cries out.

Just like the parade, last morning people surrounded Lisa, their hands touching every part of her body. Lisa breaks into a run while some chase her behind and some run beside her. Despite her running, her body can't escape the violation by their hands. At last, she reaches the fashion school leaving the horny students behind.

The corridors of the school are empty as she is already late. She runs naked through the empty corridors searching for her classroom. Her boobs are bouncing as she runs, weighing her down with their enormous weight. She finally reaches her classroom and opens the door. Students are calmly listening to the professor on the dias. Their eyes fasten on Lisa's magnificent body as soon as she enters.

"May I enter, sir." She asks the professor, who is in his early fifties. His hair is greying at the temples. He looks through his glasses at Lisa, licking his lips.

"If you stand like that for another second, I think I will enter you, Lisa." He says, his eyes devouring her heaving breasts and her wet p***y. A lump forms in Lisa's throat as she hears his words and sees the bulge in his pants.

"Come on, Lisa. Take this seat." He says gesturing at a wooden chair on the dias, just before the teacher's desk. She is going to sit, her naked body facing the whole class. Remembering Tony's words not to object to anything, Lisa walks towards the chair and sits in it, her back hunched and her legs pressed together. She is covering her n*****s with her arms and her p***y with her legs. The wood is hot and rough under her butt.

"No, no, no. You don't sit like that, Lisa. In my class, there is a position for Naked Tribute." He says smirking at Lisa. He walks around his desk and stands in front of her. He takes Lisa's hands and binds them with his tie. He binds the tie to the back of the chair. Lisa's hands are wrenched back, her boobs protruding forward. The professor bends examining Lisa's n*****s.

"Lisa, yesterday I saw that your n*****s are chocolate colored. How did they become red?" He asks, his fingers rubbing her n*****s. Lisa blushes at that intimate question but answers.

"A woman colored my n*****s with lipstick."

"Excellent! They look even more delicious." He says his fingers doing rounds on her areola and n*****s spreading the color even more. Lisa squirms under his touch but she is again bound and helpless.

The professor grabs Lisa's ankles and places her both legs on the arms of the chair she is sitting in. Her p***y lips are opened, offering a great view of her wet vaginal entrance. Her c**t throbs as all the students' eyes zeroes on the pink flesh between her legs. He binds her legs in that position with a rope.

Few students take out their phones and snap photos zooming in on her p***y and breasts. Lisa shakes her head side to side protesting at her vulnerable position. Her v****a is more open than it had been in the town center. And the air conditioning in the classroom is making her feel cold. It is like the air joined with the people in this town decided to tease her c**t and n*****s.

The professor is practically drooling as he looks at Lisa in that position. He contemplates what he can do to this b***h who is sitting in his class with her legs spread wide and her massive t**s jutting forward. He thinks how it would be if he allows his forty students to f**k Lisa one after one. Her p***y will be so smashed she would have to crawl out of the class afterwards. But there is a rule that she can't be f****d during the classes. Ah! Bummer! He thinks. He has to find another use for that boobs and little p***y. His eyes gleam as a perverted idea formulates in his mind.

"Lisa, are you a good girl?" He asks, running his palm on her stomach feeling its smoothness.

"Yeesss...sir." Lisa's voice is shaky.

"Great. A good girl has to obey her teacher and follow his every word. She has to be helpful to the teacher." He says. "So, now I am going to make good use of you."

He takes the marker on his desk into his hand. It is a big marker. It is three inches thick and nine inches long. Just like a good d**k.

"Lisa, my desk is so cluttered as you can see. Since you are a good girl, I am going to use your body to store some things." He says ruffling her hair like she is a pet. Lisa doesn't understand what he is talking about but nods obediently.

He smiles and kneels as his students are waiting with bated breaths to see what their professor is going to do to this little slut. He takes the blunt end of the marker and gently rubs it on Lisa's c**t. Wetness oozes out of her p***y as the cool plastic touches her nerve endings. He then slides the marker down into the slit between Lisa's nether lips listening to her soft moans. Then abruptly, he pushes the thick marker into her p***y and leaves it there. Lisa screams as the plastic marker is buried into her deep, just like Tony's d**k last night. She again feels full like some blank in her body is filled.

Her eyes widen and her cheeks are red as she realizes she has been just penetrated with a plastic marker in front of the whole class. She is grateful that Tony has taken her virginity last night. Otherwise, it would have been a marker. The cameras flash again capturing Lisa who is just f****d by a white board marker.

He then smoothly removes his glasses.

"I don't need them while teaching. So, I will keep them with you." He says skillfully placing his glasses on Lisa's breasts so the tips of his glasses exactly touch the tip of Lisa's n*****s. They are almost digging into her n*****s pressing them down. He then retrieves a pen from his desk.

"Lastly, this one needs a place. Where to put it?" He muses checking out her body for appropriate places. "Ah! Here it is!"

He fixes the pen tight in Lisa's belly button turning it around until it sits snugly in her navel. Lisa never felt so filled before. She looks like a bizarre statue with all those common things on very uncommon and arousing spots of the female body.

He stands behind the chair, his hands fixed on Lisa's shoulders.

"Students, fashion designing is a wonderful course where we design beautiful clothes to cover the female body. As much as I think a female body is more beautiful when it is naked, we have to make dresses which will increase the beauty even more when dressed," he continues the lecture for another hour. As he is talking, his hand glides down from her shoulders to her breasts, softly pressing them. He pushes the tips of his glasses into her n*****s. He is enjoying it a lot.

Then his hands travel down pushing the pen deep into her navel and the marker deep into her p***y. The marker hits the same spot which Tony hit last night and Lisa screams clutching the arms of the chair.

During the length of the lecture, the professor f***s Lisa with the marker, ending the class as Lisa ascends in a mind fogging orgasm. She spasms spread eagled on the chair, her eyes rolling back into her head. He then slowly removes her bindings and helps her to her feet. Rivulets of her orgasm are flowing down her legs and the head of the marker is poking from between her legs.

He then removes the glasses, pen and the marker which is dripping with her arousal. Lisa winces as the thick marker is abruptly pulled out of her. Kissing her both n*****s, he hands her a notebook.

"Here are the class notes so you don't have to take notes in class. It has all the lectures I am going to take this semester."

Lisa takes it, her head hanging down in shame.

"Okay class is dismissed. Everyone goes out except Lisa." He says. The students go out their eyes glued on Lisa's boobs and p***y. Finally, the class empties except for Lisa and the professor. The professor smirks at Lisa, his eyes trained on her dripping p***y.

"Lisa, my slut. The real fun begins now."