Mr. Edward: teacher
Callie: curly hair
Olivia: straight hair

Coach Jenny: coach, straight hair
Alita: curly hair
Melissa: curly hair

Andrew Murphy

There were times I was glad I could take off my glasses.

Like when my mom was bending over to pick something up and I noticed how tight her jeans fit across her butt. I was sixteen. Even though it was Mom, that was enough to make me get hard. I took off my glasses, turning the world into a blurry mess.

It was just wrong. She was my mom. Moms shouldn’t be hot. At least not my mom. My friends’ moms could be hot. Could be MILFs, but not Mom. Just like my sister shouldn’t be flouncing around in a halter top that molded to her big breasts.

Why did my big sis have to have big boobs?

Why did I have to waste this hardon on them and not some of the girls (or hot teachers) at my school? It was disgusting that I was getting a chub for them. So I kept my glasses off as Shelly (my big sister) chatted with Mom.

They were talking about periods. Shelly was glad to over hers. I could take off my glasses, but not stop up my ears. I groaned, wishing I had a brother. Or that dad was still alive. I just focused on my shredded wheat cereal and glanced at my phone. I was reading Above the Storm, a fantasy book I found on Amazon.

“Oh, look at the time!” Mom gasped. “You have to get to school. Here’s your lunch.”

I nodded, eager to get out there. I hated school—other than the cute girls there. It was just so boring. I could get A’s if I tried, and I got B’s when I didn’t, so why bother? It was boring. I would drop out, but Mom would freak out.

I took my lunch from Mom. I was sixteen and she still made me brown bag it. I could not wait to go off to college. I put on my glasses and rushed out the door. I was heading to my car—at least I had my own car—when the door opened.

“Wait, for me!” Shelly gasped. She didn’t have her own car despite being older than me. She thought driving was stupid. She always had her boyfriends or other friends drive around. “I need a ride. Christy is sick.”

I sighed. How did she get away with wearing shorts that short for school?

“Fine,” I muttered, hoping she didn’t notice the bulge. I readjusted before climbing in.

She hopped in, her straight, brown hair spilling over her shoulders. She stretched, her big breasts jiggling out of the corner of my eyes. They invented bras. And her legs were so toned. A slight tan to them.

Fuck, why did my sister have to be so hot? Why did I have to think about her at all?

I must be sick. There had to be something wrong with me for getting a bone at Mom and my sister.

I drove to our school, Montrose High. I pulled into the student parking lot. My sister was out of the car in the flash, her shorts riding up into her butt-crack. She darted off, leaving me aching so badly. I overslept, so no morning jackoff.

I was feeling that need as I readjusted again.

I climbed out and headed to my first class. I moved through the halls, ogling girls I wasn’t related to. Girls that were just so beautiful. I wished I had a girlfriend. I would love to have another hand jack me off or a warm mouth to blow me. Or even a hot pussy to fuck.

The simple things, right?

I reached Mrs. Simpson’s class. I loved having English with Mrs. Simpson. She had big boobs and wore these tight-fitting cardigans that must be shaped to show off her tits. They were modest and yet I could see how big they were.

How amazing they were.

I sat in the front row, eager to learn from the curly-haired brunette MILF. She also wore skirts. I loved skirts. They went down past her knees and she had pantyhose on. I just smiled as she beamed at me.

“Good morning, Andrew,” she said. “Ready to talk about Beowulf!”

“Yep,” I said, my copy of the battered, little paperback I had bought in a used bookstore on my desk. I had taken notes. I could try for a hottie like her.

She wasn’t the only one that made my dick hard, of course. There were other cuties in the classroom like Cassidy, this nerdy girl that usually sat in my row. She was probably the sort of girl I could date. Her sandy-blonde curls spilled around her face, and her bangs half-hid her glasses. She was shy. Every time I tried to talk to her, she scurried off.

Lashonda strolled in, a Black girl with sass, her straight hair falling down her back. She moved with this delicious wiggle to her hips which was amazing to watch. I mean, my mouth was watering as I watched her sashay her ass to the back of the room. I watched her in those tight jeans.

Nice.

Lastly, there was Allie, a peppy and slender girl with pigtails. They bounced around her shoulder as she wore a smile. She was always so energetic. I pictured her bouncing on my cock, her pigtails flying and little titties jiggling.

“Yes, yes, I love your big dick, Andrew,” her voice echoed in my mind.

God, I wanted to jackoff to all of them.

English was a very painful class. I was so hard. I just wanted to slip off, but it was so messed up to jerk off in the bathroom. I mean, at school. I couldn’t do that. I just had to endure it until I got home. Then I would be fantasizing about my favorite girls.

My second class of the day was math taught by Mrs. Carter. She was also a busty MILF, but she didn’t show off her tits the way Mrs. Simpson did. Still, Mrs. Cater was a sexy woman. Her blonde hair fell down her back, straight and glossy. That was neat.

Shauna was one of the highlights of math. Her curly, black hair framed her pale face. She was a slender thing, but she had such plump lips. Cock-sucking lips. I would savor them around my dick. She ignored me when I smiled at her, lifting up her face.

So did Mina, the other highlight of my math class. A cutie with dark-brown, curly hair and a sway to her hips. She wore a tight V-neck T-shirt that hugged her found melons. Was she wearing a bra? Because she was nippley today.

I hoped she wasn’t.

Well, I had more material for the spank bank. Who would I be thinking about when I got home? The possibilities were endless. So many girls to jerk off to. My next class, Social Studies, added more, including the sexy redhead who taught the class.

Ms. Alundra.

Not Miss, but Ms. Alundra. That sexy z sound. Her red hair was thick and curly, always moving as she taught us. She was young, wearing skinny jeans and trendy tops, her smiles lighting up the room. Every boy drooled over her.

I hardly paid attention to the lesson.

This class was stuffed full of other hotties from Janice the blonde cheerleader with the perky tits to Amber, another blonde who had long, straight hair that fell to her cute rump. And I couldn’t forget Mary with her black hair in a French braid. It always swayed down her back.

I was blessed with cuties to inspire my jerk-off sessions. I always tried to have three wanks a day. Morning, afternoon, and before bed.

Lunch brought some relief. I would sit with a few of my friends and talk nerdy stuff. Like which Marvel character could kick which DC character’s ass. Or who won, Star Wars ships versus Star Trek Ships? Invariably, 40k ships would win.

40k always won in those sorts of talks. I mean, what was more over the top than 40k?

Then it was art with Mrs. Jennings with her large boobs and her curly, black hair. She was talking about passion. About expression. I loved how she expressed herself with a scarf about her neck, the tails dipping into her cleavage. I wanted to snorkel in Mrs. Jennings’s boobies.

I was glad I took the class. I needed the elective credits, and I thought it would be easy, but… It was enlightening to picture her naked. I wished she would pose nude for the class to sketch. A pipe dream, I know.

Or maybe one of the other hotties in the class could do it. Britney with her curly, blonde hair and petite figure. Or black-haired Natti. She would have a great ass even if her tits were small. Or better yet, Donna and those nice tits she must have. At least C’s. She would look stunning naked, her straight, brown hair falling over her breasts, her pink nipples peeking out.

But, no, if any of the girls were to pose naked would be Nina. The Hispanic girl had a large pair. Double D’s if not larger. And the golden hue of her skin would be fun to paint. She wore a French braid which gave her this… sophisticated beauty. Busty and elegant.

God, I needed to jackoff.

Luckily, my next class didn’t have a hot teacher. Mr. Edward was a gaunt man who lived off coffee. He taught computer science, the only class I really liked for the material. Not a lot of hot girls in it, but curly-haired Callie and Olivia with her straight tresses spiced things up. Both had a nice set of titties that were fun to ogle in between bouts of coding.

And they always needed help.

Just not the help I craved to give them.

My final class was the purest torture. PE. Such a dumb class, but the girls all wore shorts and tank tops. So did the coach. With her whistle often between her plump lips, Coach Jenny was a stunning woman. Long legs, an athletic build, and a nice set of tits, her brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. I wanted to follow her every command, but…

So much running.

It was hard to run when so hard because I had to do stretches behind Alita and Melissa, two perky girls with curly hair and nice asses. Such glorious asses. Why did their shorts have to cling to their butts? It was such torture.

I was glad when it was over. I skipped the shower. I mean, I could just drive straight home. Mom would, hopefully, not be around. She had her own business making crafts and selling on Esty, but she often was out with her friends in the afternoon. When I got home, the house was all mine.

I jumped in the shower. It was a nice one. I pictured the various hotties before finding my release.

Thank God for that.

Of course, I was still so horny I was jacking off once I was out of the shower. Then before dinner. And a final wank session before I fell asleep. That was my life. Wake up, jerk off, go to school, get cockteased by every hottie, go home to wank, get cockteased by my sister and get embarrassed by my hardon, do my homework and wank, watch some twerking on TikTok then wank, and play some video games before heading to bed for a final round of self-pleasure.

I dreamed of hotties until my alarm clock woke me up.

That was my life.

It was so humdrum. Just the same stuff over and over again.

I swear, my big sister waits for me to leave my room before stepping out of the bathroom in a tiny towel wrapped around her body that hardly covers the cheeks of her ass and her tits are about to fall out. She squealed like it was a shock and darted away, leaving me hard again.

Fucking bitch. She had to do that on purpose.

And when she came down for breakfast, she had a top with an oval cut out that showed off her tits. No bra. How did she get away with wearing that at school? And for pants, she had on jeggings that molded to her ass.

She sat down and smirked at me as I shifted around.

She knew she made me hard. I hated her.

At least today, she got a ride with her friends. Then it was sitting through my first three classes, turned on by my teachers and the girls in them. In my second class, I swear Shauna was staring at me when I came in before looking away.

God, she had such a hot mouth.

I was at lunch again, chatting with my friends. “Mecha BREAK is going to be fucking fun,” George was saying. “Can’t wait for it to come out.”

“The girls’ asses are amazing,” Eric said, nodding.

“Yeah,” I said, remembering the trailer with the skin-tight pilot suits molding to the female pilot’s ass. “And the booby physics are on point. The Japanese know how to do jiggling.”

The others all nodded.

“So do the Koreans,” groaned George. “When is that Stellar Blade DLC coming out? I need more nanosuits for Eve.”

I was about to agree when I felt hands on my legs. I jumped and stared down at my jeans. There was no one there. George frowned at me while Eric cocked his head. I just gave a sheepish shrug and cleared my throat.

“I can’t wait to see what suits they’ll give Eve,” I said.

“Maybe some hotter skins for Lily, too,” said Eric. “She needs some love, too.”

“Maybe Eve can give her some love,” George said. “I found a doujin of them. So hot.”

“Have to show it to me because…” I felt those hands on me again. I stared down at my legs, frowning. My jeans were… shifting. Like something was touching my leg. I couldn’t see anything. “Er…”

“What’s wrong, man?” asked Eric.

“Got to jack it?” asked George. “The idea of Eve and Lily scissoring getting you hard. I mean… it’s hot.”

“I…” What was going on? The unseen touch flattened out a few creases in my jeans as it reached higher to my crotch. To my cock. I felt… like a hand was touching me.

Was it a ghost? What the hell was going on here?

My fastener unsnapped. I swallowed.

“You look pale,” said George.

“I’m fine,” I said, trying not to look down. This couldn’t be happening. An unseen presence couldn’t have just unsnapped my jeans and… My zipper rasped down. My fly opened wide. I felt warmth breathing over my cock and heard…

A feminine sigh.

A ghost? But there was no such thing as ghosts. This had to be something else. This…

A warm, soft, feminine hand reached into my underwear. I glanced down again to see my waistband bulging. I shuddered as the… invisible woman pulled my cock out. Another feminine groaned filled the air before…

Lips kissed the tip of my cock.

“Shit,” I groaned.

My friends glanced at me.

“I just…” I swallowed as those plump lips kept smooching at the tip of my cock. “I forgot to do my dailies in Nikke.”

“Got to keep the waifus happy,” said Eric as the invisible woman flicked her tongue around my cock. This was insane. I had to be hallucinating, but that warm, wet tongue felt incredible stroking my cock.

“Yeah,” I groaned as the two started arguing about their favorite waifu from Nikke. They pulled out their phones, ignoring me.

Which was fine with me because that tongue felt incredible on my cock. She licked around my spongy crown while her hand stroked up and down me. She purred and licked at my slit. That sent a shiver through me. A woman was touching my cock. Or maybe a girl.

One of the girls in the school. Like Shauna from Math? She had plump lips made for cock-sucking.

The unseen hottie’s plump lips slid over my dick. She had engulfed me. The warm wetness of her mouth surrounded the crown of my cock. She suckled on me now. A real blowjob. My first ever. My nuts twitched.

It was so hard to moan. The cafeteria bustled with students eating, laughing, and horsing around. My friends were debating the hottest chicks of Nikke and talking strategies. Meanwhile, I was being blown by an invisible cutie.

No one knew.

This was absolutely insane. I could just sit here and groan, enjoying the feel of that hot mouth working up and down my cock. Those lips slid up and down me, bringing me closer and closer to cumming. I could not believe this was happening.

It was just incredible.

The best thing I had ever felt. Masturbating was nothing compared to a warm, wet mouth sliding up and down my shaft. Nor a nimble tongue dancing around it. I glanced down, my cock glistening with saliva. I couldn’t see her, but she was real.

This was happening.

She suckled on me with such hunger. Such need for my cum. I fought hard not to groan. My face burned as people walked by, unaware an invisible hottie blew me. My heart pounded in my chest. I clenched my hands together.

That wet mouth made such naughty sounds. These sucking, slurping noises that everyone had to hear, but my friends were oblivious. I rose and rose toward the moment when I would erupt. When I would have a huge cum.

“Fuck,” I whispered. It was about to happen.

My first orgasm given to me by another.

That hot mouth suckled hard on me. My heart pounded in my chest as flicked her tongue around my dick. She stroked over my slit, moaning around my cock. She jacked off the base of my shaft, eager for my load of cum.

That struck me so hard, that I nearly climaxed from the realization. The invisible hottie craved my cum. She wanted to gulp it down like a porn star. I couldn’t hold back. Not with how amazing this felt. I closed my eyes.

“Yes,” I breathed and exploded.

My cum jetted into her mouth.

She gulped down my jizz. The pleasure slammed through me as I unloaded in her mouth. She moaned, barely heard over the buzz of conversation. I clenched my fist and ground my teeth, trying not to groan out loud.

This was incredible. The rapture was so much more intense. She suckled on my cock, nursing out my cum. More and more blasts of jizz flooded her mouth. Her fist worked up and down my shaft as if she wanted to make sure she got every drop.

I panted as I erupted one last time.

My friends glanced at me as I sucked in deep breaths. I felt so good. Euphoria swept through me, the high of fresh orgasm buzzing through me. The invisible hottie nursed hard on my cock one more time, making me jump.

“Er, Andrew?” George asked.

“Having a stroke?” Eric asked next.

“Just… stomach cramps,” I said as the mouth popped off my cock. “I’m fine.”

“Sucks,” said George.

I just panted. This didn’t suck. It was amazing. A real invisible girl had just sucked my dick. She kissed the tip and tucked me back into my underwear. Before I realized it, she had fastened my fly and zipped me up. Then she was gone.

Who had she been? One of the girls at the school? Why would she blow me? I cast my gaze around, looking for anyone. Curly-haired Shauna rushed up to her friends, her face looking flushed. They all giggled as she sat down.

Was it her?

I stared at that black-haired cutie. Had she managed to turn invisible, crawl beneath the table, and suck my dick? Or could it have been another of my classmates? Still, the idea it was Shauna floated through my mind.

She glanced at me as she sucked on a straw, drinking her soda. She looked away at once.

What if it was her? Shauna… She made such a great waifu.

“You don’t have a chance with Shauna,” George said. “Stop daydreaming.”

“Yeah,” I said. Daydreaming… No, no that was real.

All day, I thought about Shauna. I didn’t have her in any more of my classes, but I didn’t drool over Ms. Alundra or stare at Coach Jenny’s bounding breasts. My classmates just didn’t have the same allure now that the invisible hottie had blown me.

Shauna…

She filled my thoughts. My mind.

When I went home, I thought about Shauna while I jerked off.

“Yes, yes, it was me, Andrew,” Shauna purred in my imagination as I stroked my cock to her. I beat off hard, but it wasn’t as good. “I just had to suck your cock. I knew you would have such yummy cum!”

I fantasized about it so hard, jerking my cock, but I wasn’t cumming. For the first time ever, I just wasn’t in the mood to masturbate. I was struggling hard, getting drenched in sweat. I was wondering if I would have to fall back on real porn.

Then I heard Mom come home, calling, “Andrew! Help me bring in the groceries! I mean it, young man!”

I sighed and stuffed my cock away. Such a buzz kill.

I helped Mom bring in the groceries while making the usual small talk. She asked all the normal questions, “How was school?” and “Did you learn anything interesting?” and “Is your homework done?”

I just shrugged and didn’t give her much answers.

“Get your homework done,” she told me when I finished like I was still a little kid. “Dinner will be in an hour.”

I did homework. Did my dailies in Nikke. The sexy waifus weren’t enough to stimulate me. Dinner was fine. Shelly was nowhere to be seen, which was good. I didn’t need my cock-teasing sister around. Mom listened to one of those motivational podcasts she liked.

So boring.

I slipped off to my room and played some Skyrim. I had a mod that made all the female NPCs busty and naked. It worked well with this extended quest mod that made the game so much fun. Finally, it was off to bed.

I didn’t jack off, but I did think of Shauna and her plump lips.

Would the invisible hottie visit me at school tomorrow, or was that a one-time affair?

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The next day, I was still thinking about Shauna when I came into Mrs. Simpson’s class. The busty teacher smiled at me. She had plump lips. God, what if it was a teacher? I had been so focused on Shauna, that I really hadn’t considered any others.

It made me hard to think it might be Mrs. Simpson. She was a sexy woman. Why couldn’t it be here? She could blow me with that hot mouth. I stared at her in her purple cardigan today, molding to her tits. They were so gorgeous. And that skirt.

Cassidy sat down near me. The nerdy girl was hunched over her desk. It couldn’t have been her. She was too shy to have possibly done it. Though she did glance at me and lick her lips. That made my dick throb.

She was smart. If someone could invent a way to turn invisible, why not her? She glanced at me another time and looked away. I smiled. Cassidy, huh? That was more likely than Shauna. She was an airhead and was doing awful in math.

I grinned, feeling like I possessed this awesome secret.

Mrs. Simpson started her lesson. I kept glancing from her to Cassidy. I wanted to ask the nerdy girl if it was her. I was struggling to figure out a way to ask without being too obvious. You know, in case I was wrong, then it wouldn’t be weird.

So no just straight out asking, “Are you the invisible hottie who sucked me off in the cafeteria yesterday?”

No, no, it had to be a different question.

Like I should ask her if anything unusual happened for lunch.

Maybe I should ask what she had for lunch yesterday?

No! I should ask her if she enjoyed protein shakes for lunch. That was a good one. Yeah, yeah, I would ask her that after class. I smiled, glad I had figured out my question. Now I just had to have the balls to ask her.

“So, we have Beowulf creeping into—” Mrs. Simpson was saying when the door to the classroom opened. Everyone, the teacher included, glanced at the door. But no one came in. It was just open. The teacher frowned. “That’s weird.” She headed over to the door and peered into the hallway. “Huh.” She closed the door. “Okay, where was I? Oh, right, the lair of…”

She kept lecturing as it happened again. The hands touched my thighs. Cassidy was taking notes. Lashonda was sitting in the back as usual and Allie with her cute pigtails was in the row behind me to the left. Mrs. Simpson was teaching. It wasn’t any of the girls in my first class.

Was it Shauna?

I shuddered as the hands stroked up my thighs again. It was happening just like in the cafeteria. I shuddered as I sat in the front row, Mrs. Simpsons lecturing just feet away from me as the invisible hottie opened my fly.

The pop of the fastener was so loud, I winced. Surely, someone had to hear that. And the rasp of the zipper were like nails on a chalkboard. Everyone should be staring at me, but Mrs. Simpson kept talking about the metaphor of Beowulf and Grendel’s other.

The invisible hottie pulled my dick out of my underwear and stroked up and down it.

“Mmm,” she purred excitedly as if she was entranced by my cock.

In love with it.

Well, she was clearly not a ghost. A ghost wouldn’t have to open a door. Was it truly Shauna? That hand felt so wonderful. Such a delicate hand stroking up and down my cock. I shuddered at how amazing her touch felt.

When she stroked my cock, it felt awesome. Her breath caressed the tip. She was staring at it, working her hand up and down my cock. I couldn’t see it because of my desk. I imagined her wiggling her hips.

Maybe she was fingering her pussy while doing this. That would be so hot.

Her tongue flicked across the tip of my cock. I fought a groan at the warmth of her lick. It was amazing. I sucked in a deep breath as she flicked her tongue around my cock. That felt amazing. My back arched.

“Andrew, what are your thoughts?” Mrs. Simpson said.

“Uh,” I said as the invisible hottie—aka Shauna the Cock-Loving Slut—licked my cock again. “Er, it’s, um, symbolism. Yeah!”

“The dark mother, exactly,” said Mrs. Simpson as the invisible hottie kissed at my cock. “A motif in fiction of the overbearing mother who seeks to control her son. To metaphorically devour his manhood to keep him from becoming a man. That is what Beowulf is now having to fight. To become a full hero, he must escape his mother.”

I just nodded, not caring because that mouth felt so amazing. I needed to escape my mother and her packed lunches. Well, getting my cock sucked by a girl was the first step. If something happened, we could go on dates. Show Mom I wasn’t a kid.

I was a man with a big dick that one invisible cutie loved.

The unseen slut licked up and down my shaft. She was exploring it with her tongue, purring happily as she did. My heart pounded in my chest as I sat up front. Everyone behind me was staring at the back of my head while Mrs. Simpson lectured.

Shauna bathed my cock. She soaked me in her saliva before she worked her tongue up my shaft and found the crown of my cock. She engulfed my dick. It felt so good to have her nursing on me like that. She bobbed her head.

I wanted to moan, “Shit! Oh, shit, that’s amazing!”

I had to stay focused. I needed to keep from crying out. Just breathe regularly as that hot tongue bathed my rod. She licked up to the crown of my dick and engulfed my cock. She flicked her tongue around my dick.

It was just amazing to have her doing that. It felt so good. She worked her mouth up and down my cock. She slurped on my dick with her hot mouth. It was so hard not to cry out with the invisible Shauna sucking my dick.

She was so good at it.

Just so amazing at blowing me.

Her mouth felt amazing around my cock. I rose and rose toward that moment when I would dump my cum into her mouth. She nursed on me with force. With such passion. It was incredible. I loved it so much.

I smiled from ear to ear as she blew me. Nothing wrong with that.

Except Mrs. Simpson frowned at me.

I wiped off the smile, the pressure to cum building and building at the tip of my cock. She suckled on me with passion. Shauna wanted my cum. She couldn’t wait for lunch, could she? No, no, she needed to have her fix right now.

I savored her doing that while she moaned around my cock. That was new. She was groaning. Humming. A hummer. I was receiving a hummer from Shauna. I loved the way her voice vibrated around the crown of my cock.

It was just so good to have her doing that. I loved the humming as much as the sucking, and her tongue… God, the way it swirled around my cock. I would be grunting and groaning if I could. Just telling her how amazing she was.

“You’re such a good cocksucker,” I would say. Or, “You’re fucking amazing, Shauna!” And, of course, “I’m going to flood your mouth with cum! You want that, don’t you? Just crave it!”

She did crave it. I could tell by how she blew me. She suckled on me with all her might. She worked that hot mouth up and down me. It felt so amazing to have her doing that. I loved every second of her nursing on me.

She suckled on me with such a hot mouth. I fought against cumming. It was fantastic to have to have her blowing me. I enjoyed every second of it. I loved the feel of her working that hot mouth up and down my cock.

It was wild. Just a thrill to have her nursing on me.

My nuts twitched with my need to cum. I rose toward that moment as she kept suckling on me. She was so good at it. I was in heaven here. It was just an awesome moment. My nuts tightened. I glanced over at Cassidy.

I was an idiot for thinking it was her. It had to be someone bold. Like Shauna or Janice the cheerleader. That would be hot if it was the cheerleader with her perky tits and her curly, blonde hair. I shuddered, staring at Mrs. Simpson.

Such great tits. Shame she wasn’t playing with them as Shauna (or Janice) suckled on my cock. I could just picture Mrs. Simpson sitting at the front of her classroom, her heavy knockers out. Big and soft with fat, pink nipples.

“Mmm, just stare at my titties as Shauna blows you,” purred Mrs. Simpson in my imagination. “And watch me frig my pussy. I’m so wet for you. I want to fuck you so badly.”

“I want you, too,” I whispered beneath my breath.

“What, Andrew?” Mrs. Simpson asked. “Do you have more insights?”

“No, no,” I gasped, my fantasy shattered as the MILF stared at me. That hot mouth nursed at me hard, though. I was near to coming. “Just… wondering why Grendel had a mother.”

“A mother that turned him into a monster,” she said. “That’s the point.”

“Yeah,” I said, nodding.

Then the slut sucking on my cock squealed. She was moaning so loudly. The humming increased. She suckled hard on me, slurping on my cock. How did no one else not hear that? The pressure at the tip of my cock reached the bursting point.

I erupted.

My cum flooded her mouth. I spurted over and over into her mouth. I loved flooding her with my spunk. It was incredible to have all that jizz rushing out of me while the fireworks burst across my vision again.

It was just so wild.

Shauna (or Janice) gulped down my cum. I filled her mouth with so much. I hadn’t climaxed since yesterday. I was backed up with so much spunk. She swallowed it all as the pleasure crashed into my mind. I savored that delight, my chair creaking.

“Stop squirming, Andrew,” Mrs. Simpson said.

“Sorry,” I groaned as I erupted one last time.

The invisible hottie purred around my cock. She popped off me with a wet plop and shoved my dick back into my pants. She zipped me up while I smelled something tart. I wasn’t sure what that aroma was before a hand pressed against my mouth.

A wet hand.

Fingers pressed into my mouth. I tasted that tart musk and realized she had masturbated, even cum, while she blew me. That was the squealing I heard. She popped her fingers out of my mouth a moment later, purring.

The classroom door opened while I just smiled.

“What is going on?” Mrs. Simpson asked.

Yeah, I wondered that myself.

Class ended not long after that. I floated out into the hallway with the other students, venturing toward Mrs. Carter’s classroom. I spotted Shauna stepping out of the girl’s restroom while adjusting her blouse. She glanced at me then looked away quickly.

Is that where she stashed her clothes? Yeah, it was her.

I walked into the room and grinned at her. Our gaze met and she looked away, squirming. Mina, a curly-haired brunette, whispered to Shauna. She answered, the pair of them gossiping. I just took a seat in the back, my normal place for Math.

I was feeling good.

I glanced at Shauna. Her thong peeked out of the back of her jeans. Nice.

Mrs. Carter was one of the last to arrive. She didn’t have a class before this so she often came in late sipping her coffee. She sat it down and then pulled out a sheaf of papers, a big grin on her ruby lips.

“Pop quiz!” she said with such enthusiasm.

The class all groaned.

After the quizzes, which I finished first, we graded each other’s. I missed one question. Others were not so lucky, so Mrs. Carter spent the rest of the class going over the material while promising us we would have to master these types of problems.

I just thought about Shauna.

When the class was over, I had to ask Shauna if she liked protein shakes for lunch. And for breakfast. So I came up to her and said, “Hey, Shauna. I have a… question…”

She didn’t even look at me. She just darted out of the classroom. Yeah, she didn’t want me to figure out it was her. I bet she chose me because no one would believe me if I said I was getting blown by a girl at school. Well, I was glad to enjoy it.

Of course, it might not be Shauna. Janice was in my next class, Social Studies taught by the sultry Ms. Alundra. God, it would be hot if it was the redheaded teacher. Still, Janice was in her seat, her curly, blonde hair pulled back with a scrunch, leaving her face bare along with her smooth neck.

“Hey, Janice,” I said, sitting down next to her. “Do you enjoy protein shakes for lunch or breakfast?”

“Er, yeah,” she said, giving me a weird look. “Uh, what are you doing?”

“I thought you liked protein shakes. Just do anything for them.”

“Whatever,” she muttered and moved a seat down. She crossed her legs. It was probably Shauna, but Janice was a hottie. It would be nice.

The moment the period was over, my stomach rumbling with lunch, Janice launched out of her chair and rushed to the door. Her skirt fluttered behind her as she was the first one out of the classroom to everyone’s shock.

“Must be starving,” said Ms. Alundra.

“Or has a hot date,” said blonde Amber as she rose, her hair spilling straight down her back.

“Maybe,” the teacher said with a saucy smile. “I know I have one. So get out of here. Go, go, don’t waste your time in a classroom.”

I grabbed my stuff and headed out with the others. I moved through the halls, wondering if Shauna would want another helping of my manly protein in the cafeteria. I hoped so. I would have to eat by myself. Make an excuse with George and Eric to…

A hand grabbed mine and yanked me to the right. I stumbled, nearly crashing into a brawny guy named Ted. No one held my hand, but I was being pulled toward Mrs. Carter’s math class. The door opened by itself. The hottie was here.

I didn’t fight her and slipped into the classroom, saying, “I thought you wanted more, Shauna.”
She just led me to a chair and pushed me down in it. I didn’t fight her. Not even with she pulled my hands behind my back and…

Cuffed me.

“Wait, what?” I gasped as the cuffs bit into my wrists. “You don’t have to…” I trailed off as she unsnapped my jeans. “Really, I won’t hurt you.”

She didn’t say a word. She just ripped open my fly and exposed my cock. She reached into my fly and pulled me out. She stroked me in her hand, purring in delight. She held me. I expected her to start licking me.

Instead, something brushed my chest, sliding down it. Not her hand. I wasn’t sure what it was before something tickled the tip of my cock. Then I felt a wet caress. Almost like lips, but different. Just as wet and hot.

Silky warmth engulfed my cock.

The unseen cutie moaned.

“Holy shit,” I gasped as I realized what had just happened. She had impaled her pussy down my cock. “Holy shit, that’s amazing!”

Her twat clamped down around me and relaxed.

Was it Shauna? Or maybe this was why Janice had to dart out of the classroom to set this up. Unless… Was this Mrs. Carter? It was her classroom, and she had that first hour open to slip into Mrs. Simpson’s class and blow me.

Fuck, right now, I didn’t care who was riding me.

I could feel her butt-cheeks against my stomach, so she was facing away from me. I groaned as she slid up me, my arms twitching. The cuffs bit into my wrists as that hot pussy worked up and down me. I shuddered in delight, savoring the feel of her snatch sliding up and down my cock.

I could see my dick. I stared at it gleaming with her pussy juices. The tart flavor I tasted filled the air. She was so horny. So wet. She gasped as she slammed down me. I pictured Shauna with her curly, black hair riding me, her small boobs quivering.

“That’s it,” I groaned. “Shit, that’s amazing!”

The invisible girl just purred in delight, her pussy squeezing about my dick as she worked up and down me. She was having a lot of fun. I was glad about that because this was just awesome. She massaged my cock with her hot cunt.

I loved every second of her riding me. She fucked me with force. She moaned and gasped, working up and down me. That hot pussy gripped me. I pulled on the cuffs, wishing I could touch her body. Feel her tits.

Grope her.

“I’m going to cum in you,” I groaned.

She slammed her cunt down my cock and gripped me as she slid back up as if she was saying, “Good!”

I shuddered at the heat of her cunt massaging my cock. She brought me closer and closer to cumming. I would just flood her twat with all my jizz. I savored this moment. She felt awesome. My cock throbbed in her snatch.

She massaged me with that hot flesh. She gripped me with that wonderful cock. I groaned, loving every second of this. She drove me wild with her wonderful pussy. I squeezed my eyes shut, enjoying the way she rode me.

“That’s so good,” I groaned. “That’s just so awesome. Don’t stop doing that!”

She purred in delight and kept riding me. It was clear she wouldn’t stop until I came. Or maybe until she climaxed. She had to be a horny thing to turn herself invisible and fuck a nerd like me. My glasses slipped on my nose as I shuddered.

The pressure in my nuts built and built as that hot cunt worked up and down me. I rose toward that moment when I would dump my load into her pussy. I wanted to fill her up with my spunk. I craved to just flood her with all my jizz.

“Yes,” I groaned.

She whimpered and plunged her cunt down my cock.

Her pussy went wild as she squealed out in wordless delight. Her voice was high-pitched and wonderful while her hot cunt suckled on my cock. I hadn’t felt anything like this before. It was so powerful having her pussy nursing at my dick.

“Oh, yes!” I gasped and erupted into my first pussy.

The pleasure slammed through me as I dumped my first ever load into a girl’s pussy. Pleasure shot through me. Rapture rippled around my cock as I erupted over and over again. I fired all I had into that amazing snatch.

“Yes!” I groaned.

She just purred, her body shuddering on me. I spurted into her cunt over and over again. This was the best thing ever. I was so glad to lose my virginity to the invisible girl. I stared down at her and… I could see my cum painting the insides of her pussy like the X-ray vision in hentai.

My jizz outlined her womb.

I could be breeding her.

I grunted and erupted into her one more time. A final blast of cum into her writhing pussy. She groaned, my jizz slowly fading away. My cock was still visible. I felt her jizz around my shaft. She whimpered and finally rose off me.

My cock dripped into her juices. The same tart aroma filled the air. She groaned and sauntered away from me. She flicked a key sitting on Mrs. Carter’s desk. She had left it there for me. She sauntered toward the door.

It opened and the invisible hottie—maybe Mrs. Carter or Shauna or Janice—was gone.

“Fuck,” I panted, sitting here and just feeling amazing. “Oh, fuck, that was awesome.”

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