Mr. Edward: teacher, eliminated as the invisible hottie
Callie: curly hair
Olivia: straight hair

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

Andrew Murphy

I sat in the chair, my hands cuffed behind me, my cock thrusting out of my open fly and dripping in the invisible hottie’s pussy.

She had upped her game from sucking me off in the cafeteria yesterday and this morning in my first-period class to now riding me during my lunch break in Mrs. Carter’s empty classroom. I panted, savoring the afterglow of busting my first nut in a woman’s pussy. I lost my cherry, and I had no idea to whom.

Maybe it was Mrs. Carter. It was in her classroom that this happened. She also didn’t have a class during the hour where I got sucked off this morning. My primary candidate was this cute girl named Shauna with her plump lips. She had been acting weird. Of course, the girl who rode me had to be in shape. Someone who did squats. Janice the Cheerleader was another possibility she was fit. So was Coach Jenny, for that matter.

Well, honestly, it could be so many other girls at my high school. It was impossible to tell. Only the cuties in my first class were safely able to be eliminated, since, well, they were all visible while I was getting blown.

It couldn’t be a ghost, though. The invisible cutie felt so real. A warm mouth. A wet pussy. So tight. So hot. Her scent lingered in the air, this tart aroma. I honestly had no other clues. Would this ever happen again?

Or was the sex the end of it?

I groaned and rose to my feet, my cock bobbing before me. My pants fell down my legs. I had to shuffle to the desk where the invisible hottie had left the handcuff key. She had set this up ahead of time. Brought the cuffs so…

I couldn’t touch her?

Yes, yes, while she was riding me, I would be able to feel her body. She wanted to hide her identity. If I felt her tits, I could have narrowed down the list of candidates. That was something to keep in mind if this happened again.

I turned around and stretched my cuff hands out to get the key. I strained, the chain rattling and the metal bands bit into my flesh. I ignored the discomfort, my hands sliding around the desk before I brushed the little thing.

“Come on,” I muttered, struggling to get a hold of it. I twisted my neck to try and see, but I couldn’t. It was hard work with my hands behind me, however… “Yes!”

I had the key. It took another frustrating minute of finagling to find one of the keyholes and get it in. Metal scraped on metal as I quested before it slid in. I twisted the key. The cuff on my left hand released. I tore it off and easily unlocked the other.

I panted in relief, so glad to have that off. I rubbed at my wrists before pulling up my pants and zipping up. I headed to the cafeteria, starving. I floated on the way there, a huge smile on my lips. I was feeling amazing.

When I reached the cafeteria, most students were done eating. Some were drifting off, others hanging out at their tables. I didn’t spot Shauna or Janice. Of course, Mrs. Carter and Coach Jenny wouldn’t be eating in the student’s cafeteria.

I grabbed my food—a burrito and some tater tots with a salad—and headed to my friends. George and Eric were playing Magic, their cards laid out. Eric had a WU Weenies deck with a bunch of weak creatures already in play. George liked to play RG Aggro, and it looked like his plan to win early had failed and momentum had failed.

I sat down and Eric glanced up at me as he tapped his creatures to attack. “Where you’d been?”

“Oh, uh, just had to talk with Mrs. Carter in her classroom,” I said casually. They would never believe me if I said an invisible girl fucked me in the classroom even if I produced the handcuffs.

In fact, producing the handcuffs would just make me more pathetic in their eyes. They would rag on me. No one could believe me. That was fine. I felt amazing. I ate my burrito and tots, just remembering how glorious that pussy was.

Soon, I had to my fourth period, Art taught by Mrs. Jennings. God, she was a busty woman with curly, black hair. I just wanted to paint her naked. She smiled at me as I came in, and it made me wonder if it was her.

Or was that just her usual smile?

“Ready to be creative,” she said.

“Yeah,” I said.

“Excellent!”

There were plenty of hot girls in this class. Britney with her curly, blonde hair, and the delicious Natti, her black hair falling straight and fine down her back. I glanced at Donna in a tight-fitting top that showed off her round breasts. She had brown hair as fine as Natti’s. She was beside Nina, a Hispanic girl who kept her black hair in a French braid and had such big tits.

I bet she would look amazing with her plait draped over her shoulder and nestled between her golden-brown titties. I studied the girls. I couldn’t eliminate any of them, but none of them were acting suspiciously.

Though Nina gave me a weird look when I was staring at her before looking away. Guilt? Or just annoyed that a nerd was staring at her fine ass in those tight jeans?

There weren’t a lot of candidates in my next class, Computer Science taught by Mr. Edward. Just Callie with her curly, black hair and Olivia with their bob of blonde hair. They were both focused on their code. A pair of girls who didn’t have many friends. Some thought they were lesbians.

Were lesbians the perfect cover?

I had to focus on my code. We were supposed to recreate that classic game Snakes. I had to program a dot to move around the screen collecting eggs that added more dots to the line until it became a massive wall that would get you killed. The coding for it was interesting. The dots didn’t move, you just spawned a new one at the front and removed a dot from the back so it gave the illusion of movement.

My last class was PE with Coach Jenny. I studied her, a peppy woman with round titties that her tight tank top showed off. She had great legs, too. Toned. She could definitely work up and down my cock. She had straight, brown hair she usually tied back with a simple scrunchy. Today, it was pink.

She blew the whistle. “Laps!”

Alita and Melissa were the hottest girls in the class. Both had curly, Alita’s a dark-brown and Melissa’s a bright red. They also had great tits, Alita’s round and perky while Melissa’s really bounced beneath her top. Their shorts hugged their asses.

I was so hard jogging behind them, so when we finally hit the shower, I was so hoping the invisibility hottie would sneak into the shower and suck me off. That would be an amazing moment, but nothing happened.

I headed home and found Mom was working on the bills. She smiled at me and asked me the usual questions, “How did your day go?” and, “Do anything interesting?” things like that. I mean, I couldn’t tell her I had sex with an invisible cutie during lunch, so I just shrugged. Gave some noncommittal answers.

My sister rushed by, probably eager to change. She always drew my eye. I hated that. She was just too fucking hot and dressed to show off her body. I swear, sometimes she wanted me to notice her plump rump and round boobs. Her brown hair flowed behind her, a fine mane of straight tresses.

I suppose I did like hair on a girl.

“Well, I have homework,” I said.

Mom looked up at me and I realized how tight her top fitted around her big boobs. I hated getting hard for Mom or my sister. It made me feel gross. They were my family members. I was sixteen, so anything made me hard.

“Homework, Andrew?” Mom asked in surprise. “Not video games? Or watching something on your phone?”

Did she know I watched porn? No, no, of course not.

“Yeah,” I said, shrugging. Normally, I jacked off, but after having my dick sucked and enjoying a pussy, I really didn’t feel the need to pleasure myself. My hand just wasn’t the same.

“Well, that’s good,” she said. “Study hard!”

I swear, she would think I was a child until I was fifty. She’d probably tell me to study hard on her deathbed.

I rushed upstairs and did my homework. Then I did my dailies in Nikke, the best waifu simulator out there. Of course, the cartoon hotties were nice, but I had enjoyed the real thing today. I played some Wukong. I had finally gotten around to it. It was fun.

Dinner came. My sister wasn’t around to be a cockteasing bitch, so it was nice. Finally, I headed to bed, eager for tomorrow. I hoped I hadn’t seen the last of the invisible hottie. I closed my eyes, thinking of Shauna and Janice and Mrs. Carter and Coach Jenny as I drifted off to sleep.

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The invisible hottie left me with blue balls throughout the day.

She didn’t sneak in during my first-period class with Mrs. Simpson, the busty brunette MILF. Nor did she make an appearance during my next class, Math with Mrs. Carter. Of course, Shauna was in this class, and she was one of my prime candidates along with the teacher.

Mrs. Carter kept glancing at me in this certain way. Was it my imagination? Shauna just ignored me.

My Social Studies was next. Ms. Alundra with her curly, red hair and petite body still made me hard. Janice the Cheerleader sat in this class, her blonde hair falling in ringlets around her face. I swear her hair was as curly as my mom’s.

I liked girls with curly hair. It would be nice if it was Janice. Shauna also had curly hair, but not Mrs. Carter or Coach Jenny. Maybe… that was how I could start to figure this out. If the invisible hottie ever showed up.

Nothing during lunch. I passed the time with George and Eric. We played a three-way game of Magic. I had a Black Dredge deck that they hated, so they ganged up on me and took me out right away. I would get them back.

The hottie was a no-show in Mrs. Jennings’s art class, through my computer science class—though I did finish compiling the code for my Snake program—and all through PE. I was so hard when I hit the showers.

I just turned on the hot water and let it pour over me. Maybe she had abandoned me. Maybe I would just have to go back to jacking off. I should just head home now, lock myself in my room, and drown myself in porn.

Something brushed my leg.

I jumped and looked to my right. Was it the wind? Then the sound of the falling water changed. I glanced before me to see the outline of an invisible figure. It wasn’t a good one. The water wasn’t flowing over all her body, just rivulets. I gasped in shock.

“Shhh,” she purred before she gripped my hips and suckled on my cock.

I shuddered at the feel of her mouth on my dick. Instinctively, I reached down to grip the back of her head to steady myself as that incredible mouth working on my dick. She made me feel so good. Her tongue stroked around me.

She fluttered her tongue. She drove me wild with it. I gasped as she worked her mouth up and down my cock. She suckled on me with such might. Such passion. It was wild. My fingers slid through her wet tresses.

She had straight hair.

I could hardly think of the implications of that as she blew me. I heard guys horsing around in the locker room. They had no idea I was in here getting my cock sucked. I kept it down as other showers ran. I smiled from ear to ear.

She was back. She hadn’t abandoned me. I just didn’t get why she had taken so long.

To fuck with me? To make me desperate for her? So I would have a huge load of cum for her to swallow?

She did love my salty cum. She savored it. I could tell whenever she blew me. She would gulp down the cum. Just savor it flowing down her throat. I knew I was savoring it right now. She suckled hard on me, driving me wild.

I groaned as she bobbed her head. She worked her mouth up and down my dick. It was a beautiful thing to experience. I moaned out my passion as she flicked her tongue around my cock. Pleasure shot down my cock.

“Yes,” I whimpered. “Oh, yes, you’re awesome.”

The other showers shut off. The guys were laughing, but they would also be eager to leave school. The sounds dwindled as she blew me. She worked that hot mouth up and down my cock, moaning around my dick.

“Oh, damn, that’s good,” I panted, gripping the back of her hair. My fingers ran through her straight tresses, the hot water falling on us both. “You’re amazing!”

I could see the water running down her back to her rump. Not enough to get a good understanding of her shape. I shuddered, savoring that delight. It was incredible to have her blowing me. She suckled on me so hard. So fast.

She worked her mouth up and down my cock. She suckled on me with passion. I shuddered, savoring that delight. It was an amazing moment. I whimpered. Groaned. She nursed on me with all her might, sucking so hard.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “Oh, that’s it!”

She moaned around my dick. She suckled hard on me, working that hot mouth up and down my rod. It was such a wonderful moment to have her blowing me. I enjoyed the way she suckled on me. She nursed with passion. I rose toward my climax.

I wouldn’t be able to hold off forever. I mean, she was just sucking so well on my dick. She knew what she was doing to me. She blew me with such passion. I grunted, my nuts twitching with the need to erupt into her mouth.

Her tongue caressed the crown of my cock. She hungered for my cum, moaning. The shower fell on us. I groaned as she blew me. She suckled so hard on my cock. It was incredible. I rose and rose toward that moment when I would erupt.

“Shit, shit, shit!” I gasped. “Oh, damn, that’s amazing. I’m going to cum!”

She suckled on me with all her might. I could feel her hunger for my jizz.

“You want it,” I groaned, “then you got it, slut!”

I erupted.

The pleasure slammed through me. I threw back my head, groaning at the pleasure slamming through me. It was so amazing to have her sucking down my jizz. She nursed it all down. It was an awesome moment.

It was just perfect to have her blowing me. She gulped down all my jizz. I shuddered, spurting more and more jizz into her mouth. I felt so good. She moaned around my cock, nursing hard on me. I stared down at her.

I could see my cum spurting into her mouth, outlining it, before the jizz faded away as it started to flow down her gullet. I loved the X-ray shot. I panted and fired the last of my spunk into her mouth. A dizziness washed over me.

“That was so good,” I groaned to the invisible hottie.

She popped her mouth off my cock and scrambled around me. She bumped me with a shoulder. I gasped and stumbled. She threw open the door to the stall and darted through the locker room, her body dripping, and vanished as the door swung close behind her.

“Shit!” I gasped and turned off the shower. This was my best chance to get her.

I darted out. Her wet footprints were obvious. They ran through the locker room and out into the hallway. I almost followed her before I remembered I was fucking naked. I darted for my locker, hastily turning the wheel to put in my combo.

“Thirteen… seven… twenty-nine,” I muttered. I opened it and grabbed my boxers, jeans, and shirt. I pulled them all on wet, struggling with the jeans. “Come on!” I was in a panic as I fought to get my jeans up my damp legs. “Fucking come on!”

Clothes mostly on, I darted out of the locker room. The wet footprints went to the girl’s locker room. Well, it couldn’t be Alita or Melissa since they both had curly hair. Coach Jenny, though, she had straight hair.

I took a deep breath and headed into the most forbidden place in school: the girls’ locker room.

It was empty, quiet, only the light in the coach’s office was on. Coach Jenny was in there. The wet footprints led toward a discarded towel before her door. It could be her. Coach fucking Jenny. She must have been turned on during PE.

Had to suck my cock.

Why me, though?

I backed out and headed back to the locker room. Why would she pick me? Coach Jenny could no my schedule. She was on staff. It also could be Mrs. Carter, though. The towel before the door could be a misdirect.

Or the invisible cutie just needed to dry off and it was there.

Shauna and Janice were out, though. Both were curly-haired sluts.

Mrs. Carter or Coach Jenny? Amber from third period had straight hair, but how would she know my schedule? Same with Natti and Donna from my fourth-period class or Olivia from my fifth period. They were about the only candidates left.

No, no, it was Mrs. Carter or Coach Jenny.

I headed out of the locker room and was heading to my car when I rounded the corner and ran into my sister wearing a belly shirt that hugged her round breasts. Her straight, brown hair fell around her face. She gasped at the sight of me.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” she demanded, wearing her tight jeggings. God, she had a cameltoe, the slut.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

Her cheeks went scarlet. “None of your fucking business.”

She darted off, her brown hair flowing behind her. I ignored her. I hated I was tempted to stare at her ass. Those jeggings must be hugging her butt-cheeks, but I controlled myself. I wasn’t a pervert who ogled his sister.

I headed home, convinced I had my candidates narrowed down to Mrs. Carter or Coach Jenny. I needed to grope the invisible hottie’s boobs. Coach Jenny had nice, round tits, but Mrs. Carter had big breasts. That would be the final clue.

I could not wait to grope the invisible hottie, assuming she didn’t handcuff me again. Maybe I should learn how to escape from cuffs. So I pulled out the ones that were left behind and stared at them. They had two little buttons on them. I clicked them and the locks sprang out.

“What the fuck?” I asked myself. I cuffed myself and I could easily reach the buttons and unlock myself. Why would cuffs have those?

So I googled it and learned they were BDSM cuffs. The sort that were sold had safety releases so the person being tied up could free themselves if they wanted to stop the fun. I wondered if the hottie even knew this. Real police cuffs were a lot more expensive.

I smiled. Well, that was good to know. I filled it away.

No one was home when I returned. Normally, that would be an excuse to watch porn at full volume and jack off hard. Mom often was out in the afternoon with friends, running errands, so I normally loved it.

But I had homework to do.

The invisible hottie would be back. I knew it. I could not wait for tomorrow.

It was getting late, and I was hungering for a snack. I was perusing around the kitchen, wondering where Mom was, when she burst into the house holding a shopping bag and a large bag from Happy Teriyaki.

“I can’t believe how expensive things are,” she complained as she sat the teriyaki. “The prices have really gone up. Remind me to cook every night again.”

“Sure, Mom,” I said, her curly, brown hair bouncing around her head.

She headed to the stairs with her shopping bag, calling, “Dig in. Your sister’s not joining us.”

“Good,” I muttered, not wanting to be cockteased by her.

Mom got me my favorite: Mongolian beef. She had a chicken teriyaki. She used chopsticks while I used a fork. She was quite nimble with her fingers. She did the usual thing, bugging me about school. How could I tell her that I had the best blowjob of my life in the shower?

I couldn’t.

“Homework done?” she asked as I threw away my carton of food, just some sauce staining the bottom.

“Yep,” I said.

“Wow,” she said. “Homework done before I got home. What has gotten into you?”

I just had more free time since I wasn’t jacking off. Not the answer to say, so I shrugged, “Just invigorated, I guess.”

“Good.” She smiled at me. “I hope to see an improvement on your report card.”

I rolled my eyes and headed upstairs. More Wukong. My sister came home and played her awful music. Cardi B. I ignored it and kept playing until I was yawning, then I was off to sleep dreaming of my invisible hottie.

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I was full of energy the next day. Mrs. Carter and Coach Jenny were at the top of the list, but Amber in my third period, Donna in my fourth period, and even Olivia in my fifth period could not be ignored. Only one of them had big boobs, though.

Mrs. Carter.

So the boob test would be the best way to eliminate them.

I almost sat eagerly in the front row of Mrs. Simpson’s class, but instead I went to the back. The teacher blinked at that. I just shrugged and took a seat in the back. If the invisible hottie wanted to have fun, it was best to be back here.

I paid attention, of course. I wasn’t about to slack off, but I had to be ready for the hottie to pounce at any moment. She was so sexy. So amazing. I was so ready to have her just work that tight pussy up and down my dick.

Or to just suck me off.

That would be so hot.

She didn’t come this time, though. She liked to be unpredictable.

I headed to Mrs. Carter’s class. I smiled at her and said, “You know, Mrs. Carter, you’re just my best teacher.”

“Andrew,” she said and blushed. She giggled. “Mmm, I am not going to give you a better grade, not that you need one. You are my best student.”

“Oh, what’s my reward?” I asked.

“You’re a bad boy,” she said in shock. “Mmm, I’ll think of something. Now go, sit down. You shouldn’t really speak to your teacher like this.”

I sat in the front row. After all, she was a prime candidate. If the invisible hottie crept in now, well, then it would have to be Coach Jenny. I wouldn’t care though. I would love to be blown before Mrs. Carter.

Still, Mrs. Carter was the main candidate. She moved before me, her blonde hair flowing down her back as she moved. She wore a pencil skirt that hugged her rump. I would love to clutch to her booty as she fucked me.

That would be an incredible thrill.

She glanced at me as she asked if anyone knew the answer to the question, her lips red and plump. The perfect lips to suck my dick. God, it really, really had to be her. I gave out the answer. She wrote it down on the whiteboard.

“Very good, Andrew,” she said, her boobs jiggling in her silk blouse.

I wanted to squeeze those breasts. To knead them. Bury my face between them.

That would be such a luscious treat.

I still didn’t get the why. The how. None of that made any damned sense. And you know what, I didn’t care. It didn’t have to make sense. I just needed her to work that hot mouth up and down my cock again. That would just be so amazing.

Of course, that didn’t happen.

She was teaching right now, but… I knew it would again. She glanced at me, that twinkle in her blue eye. She was such a gorgeous teacher. My dick was throbbing, aching to burst out of my pants and just shower her in my jizz.

I would love to coat her with my spunk.

I swallowed, my heart hammering in my chest as my dick was so hard. I pictured the busty Mrs. Carter, naked and dripping in my cum like a porn actress who just took a money shot. My pearly spunk dripped down her face and over those big, lush tits.

They ran to her fat nipples, too.

“Mmm,” she moaned in delight. “Oh, that’s so good.”

I just nodded, savoring this fantasy as the math lesson continued. The scenarios flashed through my mind. Eating out her pussy—I pictured her having a thick bush and not shaved—fucking her from behind, even anal.

God, anal would be incredible.

Just fucking her tight backdoor. Ramming my big dick into her flesh. I shuddered at the thought, my dick so hard. I struggled to control myself through class. I wanted to jackoff so badly, but I held off for now.

I needed to wait until she came to me.

My invisible angel. My unseen lover.

I headed off to my third class with Ms. Alundra. She was out with that curly, red hair. Pity, she was hot. I wouldn’t mind enjoying her or Janice. Amber was still a possibility. She was a cutie even if she was petite. Her blonde hair fell down the back of her chair.

I sat behind her in class staring at her ass. Her jeans rode low enough that her crack appeared.

God, I would bury my face beneath her butt-cheeks and eat her asshole. That would be wild. I just felt so naughty right now. Just so hard. So aching. I breathed slowly, hoping for my unseen delight to appear.

Don’t make me wait until PE, I prayed to her. Please, please, please.

She didn’t appear in third period, and I wasn’t accosted on my way to lunch, either. I sat with my friends. No magic today. We were just talking about D&D and getting another campaign put together. We didn’t play actual D&D but Pathfinder. We liked it better than what WOTC was doing with it now. Trying to make it into some online game with microtransactions.

Lunch was over, and off to my art class. We were painting today. I wanted to paint Mrs. Jennings with her big tits wrapped around my cock. Or maybe Donna. She was still a candidate. I glanced at her as she was painting her vase when a hand took mine.

I jumped and looked to see… nothing.

The hand was tugging me away. She was here. Mrs. Carter. Coach Jenny. Olivia or Amber. One of them was here to take me away. She was insistent, leading me from the classroom. I just glanced at Mrs. Jennings at her desk reading a book.

“Need to use the restroom,” I said to her.

“Sure, sure,” she said as I glanced back at Donna. Another possibility eliminated.

Well, I still had such delicious candidates left.

I had no idea where we were going. The invisible girl pulled me along at a brisk pace until she reached an unused classroom. She opened it up and pulled me inside. I shuddered as she yanked me to the desk.

“God, I am ready for anything,” I said. “Do you want to cuff me again?”

She didn’t answer, of course. That would give her away. Instead, she just pushed me down onto the desk. I laid out on my back. Maybe she was going to ride me. Then I could grope her big tits. I could feel them on me.

She then produced a rope. I blinked at that as she tied the rope around my right arm, stuck it beneath the desk and pulled it out on the other side. She tied my left hand to it. I didn’t have the slack to be able to reach up.

“You’re cautious,” I said.

She patted my cheek in a playful fashion. Then she mounted the desk. I shuddered, expecting her to ride me, but instead, she straddled my head. I smelled the tangy scent of her pussy. She lowered her face, her bush tickling my face.

“Oh, yes,” I groaned as the invisible woman smothered me with her furred muff.

She moaned as I took my first lick through her pussy. I felt folds. Petals. Little bits to explore. I knew about the clit and that women liked to be pleasured there, but I was rather unsure about the rest of it. I just knew this was amazing.

She squirmed on me, tickling my lips and cheeks with her bush. That was good. Just so incredible to feel. I licked at her as she moaned. I tried to grab her boobs, but the ropes held me. Her hands slid down my stomach to my pants.

She unzipped me.

I shuddered as she reached her warm hand into my fly and pulled my cock out. She gripped me and stroked me. The heat washed through me as she worked her hand up and down my cock. She stroked me with that same passion that she blew me.

“Yes!” I groaned into her pussy, loving the tart flavor of her. “That’s incredible!”

She fisted my cock. She worked up and down my dick. She stroked me with that hot cock. I was in heaven here. I loved what she did to me. I groaned into her pussy and stroked her. That soft, silky hand stroked me.

Not my hand, so this felt even better.

She had a different way of holding my cock. She gripped me in this wonderful way, fisting up and down my rod. She rubbed her thumb across the crown, massaging the tip. It felt just spectacular to have her doing that.

I moaned into her pussy. I tongued her twat with everything that I had. She fisted my cock, which made me feel incredible, so I returned the favor and devoured her cunt. I feasted on that delicious snatch. I was so happy.

She moaned.

Groaned.

From how she squirmed on me, I knew she loved my tongue stroking through her folds. I was feeling so bold. I thrust my tongue into her pussy. I danced around in her twat. I flicked about in her, soaking in that wonderful treat.

She tasted amazing.

Her moans grew louder. I groaned, pulling on the ropes that bound my wrists. She was so good at this. I just loved the way she squirmed on me as she fisted my cock. Her palm engulfed the crown of my dick over and over again.

That made me shiver.

I soaked my tongue in her taste buds. I loved the flavor of her twat as I fucked my tongue in and out of her depths. I hoped she enjoyed that because I did. It was so much fun to swirl around in her. She whimpered as I did.

That was hot to hear as my tongue flicked around in her. She whimpered louder. It was incredible to bury my tongue into her snatch. She stroked my dick faster. Her hand gripped me, my precum lubing her strokes.

Then I attacked the clit.

She gasped out with her feminine passion.

I nibbled on her bud.

“Mmm,” she purred.

Oh, yes, she liked that.

I attacked her clit. I tongued over her bud, wanting to make her squeal and gasp. I craved to have her cum and drown me. That would be excellent. I tongued her snatch. I licked and lapped at her with everything that I had.

She squirmed on me. She moaned as I stroked over her bud. I loved lapping at her like that. I enjoyed playing with her pussy like this. I fluttered my tongue against her bud. She gasped as I did that. I suckled on her bud.

I nursed on her with passion.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she moaned.

She leaned over me, pressing her clit into my lips. Her hand flew up and down my cock. I suckled hard on her bud. I knew she was getting closer and closer to her climax. That made this even better. I stroked my tongue over her bud.

She squirmed on me, her bush tickling my lips. Her curls rubbed over my face as I lapped at her clit. I had to make her explode. I needed to make her cum and drown in her pussy cream. My invisible lover was so sexy.

I stared through her body at the ceiling as I tongued her. My arms pulled at the ropes. The fibers burned into my wrist. The need to cum built at the tip of my cock as she pumped her fist up and down my shaft.

Her hand engulfed my cock over and over again.

I suckled hard on her clit. I nursed on her with my passion. She moaned louder. Her thumb rubbed at the crown of my cock. Pleasure burst from her massaging touch as she squirmed on me. I tried to picture Mrs. Carter on me, her blonde hair spilling down her back.

Then it was Coach Jenny with her brown hair in a ponytail hanging off her shoulder. Her round tits jiggled as I brought her closer and closer to cumming. She rubbed aggressively with her thumb, moving in fast circles, on the tip of my dick.

The invisible hottie squealed.

Her pussy juices gushed out of her cunt and soaked my lips.

I downed in her tart passion. Such exhilaration shot through me. I made her cum. She moaned loudly as she soaked me in her passion. I lapped up her cream, my balls tightening. I was so close to cumming.

She leaned over and engulfed the crown of my cock.

At the feel of her hot mouth around my dick, I erupted.

“Fuck!” I roared into her pussy.

I shot my cum into her mouth. She gulped it down as I licked at her. I tongued her pussy, the pleasure slamming through me. It was just so incredible. She only had the tip of my cock engulfed, her lips sealed around the frenulum.

My cum spurted over and over into her mouth. I tongued her, hearing her gulp it down. She squealed around the crown of my dick as I lapped at her pussy. I felt so fucking incredible. I was dizzy at this moment.

It was incredible to have all this pleasure shooting through me.

I moaned into her pussy. I lapped at her cunt as she suckled down my cum. My eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure washed through me. It was incredible. I was in heaven here. I groaned through it all. I loved every second of this delight.

“Fuck, yes!” I gasped, erupting one last time. I pulled at the ropes.

She ripped her mouth off my cock and hopped off me. I panted there, feeling amazing. I hardly noticed her untying my right wrist. I blinked. I was free. The door opened and closed. She was gone. I hopped off the desk, rushing to the door and trying to keep my pants from falling off. I opened it, peering out.

I heard footsteps dwindling and were gone.

She had gotten away, but…

I felt amazing. Was that my reward from Mrs. Carter? To eat her pussy.

“You were gone for a while,” Mrs. Jennings said when I returned. I had thrown the rope away and wiped my face clean in the bathroom.

“Sorry, something I ate,” I said, trying not to smirk. I had eaten my first pussy. Wonderful.

“Need the nurse?” she asked.

“No, no, I feel much better now.” I resumed my painting.

My computer science class passed and I was off to PE. I grinned at Coach Jenny. She had a red scrunchy today that went with her red gym shorts. She was looking fine, her whistle between her lips. I remembered that mouth around my cock.

It could be her.

No invisible hottie joined me in the showers. Oh, well.

Mom was home when I came in. She was working on some craft project. She smiled at me and asked, “How was school?”

“Great!” I answered her, eager for tomorrow.

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I sat in the back in Mrs. Simpson’s English class for the second time. We were discussing the third part of Beowulf today, the fight with the dragon, when my desk was pulled just a bit forward. I was the only one in the back row.

People glanced around at the sound. I just kept a straight face. She was here.

Mrs. Carter or Coach Jennings?

The straight-haired hottie unzipped my jeans next. Another blowjob. She pulled my cock out. It was definitely the same hand as yesterday. I was ready to have her mouth around my cock, only this time she straddled me.

She was going to ride me without biding my hands? No, no, I couldn’t grope her in the middle of class. People would see that. Draw attention. Mrs. Simpsons would wonder why I was groping the air. I just had to sit here normally.

Only her breasts pressed into my chest as she lowered her furred muff to my cock.

Big breasts.

Not round ones like Coach Jenny, but big ones like Mrs. Carter.

I knew who it was.

I shuddered as my teacher engulfed my cock with her hot twat. She slid her cunt down my dick. It was torture to not moan out as more and more of that hot snatch devoured my dick. I had to do everything not to cry out.

“Now, we come to it,” she said. “The fire dragon. The embodiment of evil and chaos has come to challenge Beowulf!”

Mrs. Simpson was so passionate, but not as passionate as Mrs. Carter was. The married math teacher worked her pussy up my cock. She gripped me with that hot flesh. I loved it. I savored that heat as she plunged back down me.

I gripped the sides of my chair to keep my hands from wandering. I wanted to do that so much. She worked that hot pussy up and down my cock. I was her best student. She had wanted to reward me, and she found a way.

Yes, yes, mathematics would hold the solution to invisibility.

The unseen teacher rode me with passion. Her tight, hot cunt gripped me. I groaned, loving the feel of her tight, hot pussy around my cock. That silky snatch slid up and down my rod. I hurtled toward my climax.

“Why did Beowulf have to die?” asked Mrs. Simpson.

I ignored the discussion. I didn’t care about the answer. Right now, I was just enjoying that hot snatch sliding up and down me. That wonderful pussy drove me wild. Mrs. Carter felt glorious. My nuts twitched.

I would dump a huge load into her pussy.

Into her womb.

She whimpered as she rode me. My chair creaked, but I wasn’t the only one shifting around. I would look like another bored student. I struggled to keep my expression under control, but my face felt so hot.

Students sat in front of me. Cassidy stretched in the front row. I once hoped it was the nerdy girl, but Mrs. Carter was even better. That hot pussy gripped my cock. I hurtled toward that amazing moment when I would cum.

I could not wait to erupt into that hot cunt. To spurt my jizz into that amazing pussy. My nuts twitched as she rode me with all that she had. It was so good to have her riding me like this. Her wonderful snatch brought me to the moment.

She was amazing.

Fantastic.

I wanted to scream out to the world how much I loved Mrs. Carter’s pussy.

“You’re silent, Andrew,” Mrs. Simpson said. “No insight.”

“Just… that… he had lived a… good life,” I said. “And… and… the dragon comes for us all.” The dragon and the MILF eager to devour my young cock.

“Good insight,” she said. “Death comes for us all, and we should face that with courage.”

It was so hard to focus on her words. I was having sex, maybe making life, and she was talking about the opposite. I focused on that tight snatch riding me. I hurtled toward the moment when I would cum in her.

I would dump my load into her snatch. Just fill her up with all my spunk. I loved having that hot pussy gripping my dick. I rushed toward my climax. I would have a huge burst of cum. Just flood her twat with all that I had. I would fill her up with my jizz. Just dump her full of spunk.

I knew we were both hurtling toward that moment. We were both so close to exploding. The chair creaked as Mrs. Carter’s married twat slid up and down my shaft. She gripped me with that hot flesh. It was incredible.

My nuts tightened.

I fought my groan as I was so close to bursting.

She plunged down me and whimpered.

Her pussy went wild around my cock. I was so primed to cum. I gripped the sides of my chair and gritted my teeth shut as I erupted. I couldn’t moan. I held it in as I filled her pussy with my cum. I hoped I bred her.

I hoped my seed filled the MILF’s womb with my cum. Mrs. Carter’s snatch suckled at me. She worked out all the cum in my nuts. I savored dumping my load into my married teacher’s cunt. I flooded her with all that I had.

It was so hard not to make any noise as the pleasure slammed through me.

Ecstasy shot from my dick as she milked me dry.

I erupted one last time into her pussy. She writhed around me a few more times, those big titties rubbing against my chest. She groaned and pulled off me. She rose to her feet, leaving me panting. She had just made me feel amazing.

I wanted to grab her. She was already walking away. I would see her soon. Next period.

I grinned, so thrilled to have figured out who the invisible hottie was.

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