Blown by the Invisible Hottie

~~5th Period Computer Science~~

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

~~6th Period PE~~

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.