Chapter 2: Solving the Identity of the Unseen Slut

Characters

Andrew Murphy: Main character
Shelly Murphy: big sister, straight hair
Catherine Murphy: mother, curly hair

~~1st Class English~~

Mrs. Simpson: teacher, curly hair, eliminated as the invisible hottie
Cassidy: curly hair, eliminated as the invisible hottie
Lashonda: straight hair, eliminated as the invisible hottie
Allie: pigtails, eliminated as the invisible hottie

~~2nd Period Math~~

Mrs. Carter: teacher, straight hair, possible candidate because pulled into her classroom for sex
Shauna: curly hair, plump lips, leading contender
Mina: curly hair

~~3rd Period Social Studies~~

Ms. Alundra: teacher, curly hair
Janice: curly hair, cheerleader and possible candidate
Amber: straight hair
Mary: french braid

~~4th Period Art~~

Mrs. Jennings: teacher, curly hair
Britney: curly hair
Natti: straight hair
Donna: straight hair
Nina: French braid

~~5th Period Computer Science~~

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

~~6th Period PE~~

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.

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.