Chapter 5

Mona wandered aimlessly around the school for the rest of the day. Would Mrs. Anderson believe Mary’s wild story about her being invisible? It did happen to be the truth, not that any sane person would believe it. The wildness of the story might not be enough to deflect suspicion though.

She was positive that the sharp eyed teacher had seen the hair on her shoulder when she left the room. Mona doubted the teacher would think the hair was just drifting an an air-current. She could kick herself for stopping by the door. What air-current would let something as gossamer light as Mary’s pretty hair just hang suspended in front of an open door for nearly a minute?

There was also the case of Lisa Gilbert, and the rather spectacular ‘bath’ she had treated the girl to. Mrs. Anderson had seen the incredible slimy aftermath of that. She hadn’t believed Lisa’s total innocence at the time, but just add a case of suspected invisibility into the mix.

She doubted that Mrs. Anderson would come to the conclusion that she was an invisible girl with a penis. The problem was that the clues might lead her to think she was an invisible girl with an invisible bucket! With that much slime, who’s to say she didn’t get it from a horse, and throw it all over Lisa?

The thought of abusing a horse distracted her for a moment. She briefly wondered what it would feel like to stroke a horse penis. Her mind wouldn’t stay distracted though. She drifted right back to the problem at hand.

Mrs. Anderson wasn’t Mona’s favorite just because the kind beautiful teacher had the body of a Hollywood starlet. She was also a very intelligent woman. If anyone could figure it out, Mrs. Anderson could!

“What if she figures it out, and then hates me?” Mona whispered as she slipped into the boy’s bathroom.

She watched a couple of jocks go pee at the funny bathtub looking wall toilets. It was just so much fun to see the yellow water squirt out.

Her penis twitched a bit, but only got a little stiff. She chalked it up to how worried she was, but the answer was more biological in nature. With her growing backlog of reproductive fluid straining for release, it wasn’t boys her body yearned for. When one of the boys left, she followed out again before the door could close.

She couldn’t figure out why she felt so nervous and jittery. Sure Mrs. Anderson might figure out that she was invisible, but so what? All she had to do was stay away from school, and nobody would ever find her. She might have to abandon her tiny apartment, but even that was okay.

Being invisible, she could live anywhere and nobody would notice. She already knew how to use her invisible clothes to gather all the money she would ever need. She just needed to assemble a disguise so she could spend it. All she really needed was a wig, some face powder, maybe some lipstick, opera gloves, and a heavy veil. She could pretend to be a widow mourning, and go shopping anywhere she liked.

Until then, she could just limit herself to whatever she could fit into a knee-high sock. If she wanted something bigger, she could wrap it up in her dress. Everything was just fine. Why was she still feeling so frazzled?

The edgy tense girl was too new to the boy aspect the martians had inadvertently forced on her. It wasn’t the foot long penis, or the big firm twin orbs in the fleshy sack hanging below it. Her problem stemmed from something she had no idea she now possessed.

Unknown to her, the strange new bladder-like organ in her reorganized abdominal cavity was accumulating water at a furious rate. It was using it to produce a massive amount of seminal fluid. Her ‘nuggets’, as she called them, were working overtime to supply the needed sperm.

She knew full well that her penis would squirt fantastic amounts of gooey white slime when properly stimulated. What she didn’t know was that the full to capacity organ was telling her of it’s almost desperate need for the immediate discharge of a truly massive load.

The Circle Jerk boys back at the orphanage had a term for the tense nervous uneasy way she was feeling. Mona was suffering from an acute case of ‘Blue Balls’. If the anxious teen didn’t do something about her condition soon, she was going to start making worse decisions than cutting off a classmate’s hair. The intelligent sensible girl would soon start thinking with her penis. As any male could tell her, that would lead her into no end of trouble!

“I have to find out just what Mrs. Anderson thinks about all this.” Mona muttered at the end of the school day. “I go crazy just waiting to see what happens!”

Wandering in the teacher’s parking lot. Mona spotted Mrs. Anderson’s Chevrolet Fleetmaster 4-door sedan. Looking around to make sure nobody would notice the car moving on it’s own, she slowly opened a back door and slipped inside. She sat down, but then started to worry. What if Mrs. Anderson noticed the weight of her body pressing down on the seat?

Mona was crouched uncomfortably on the floor when the front door finally opened. Mrs. Anderson slid in, started the the motor and put the car into gear.

She heard the click of the radio dial being turned. In a moment, the tubes warmed up. Mona couldn’t help smiling when Mrs. Anderson began singing along with Rosemary Clooney, but adorably off key.

“Come on-a my house, I’m gonna give you candy, come on-a my house, I’m gonna give you everything”

For some reason, she felt very funny hearing those lyrics. It was almost as if the words had some deeper secret meaning she had never noticed before. Her face grew warm and her heart began to flutter. She nearly leaped out the window when her penis began to stiffen. In no time it grew to it’s full twelve inches.

“Go down!” She begged softly, and then clamped a hand over her mouth.

Holy Cats! Her penis was hard as iron! She didn’t dare touch it. If she did, she wouldn’t be able to let go! The organ jutting so rigidly from her body begged for attention. Her fingers twitched with the growing need to grasp and stroke. No! She couldn’t. Not here! Not now! There was no way she would risk making a giant gooey mess in her favorite teacher’s lovely automobile!

The ride was interminable. Mona tried everything to distract herself. What was wrong with her? She had ignored her penis when it got all hard on other occasions, and it would gradually lose interest and return to it’s normal soft six inches. It seemed harder than ever. She could almost swear she somehow gained at least another inch. The throbbing need threatened to drive her crazy!

The were far out of town now. A city girl, Mona tried to keep her mind off of her urgency by counting trees. She never got past three or four, before her attention returned to Mrs. Anderson. She could even smell her in the confines of the automobile.

Beneath the lingering traces of the lovely floral scent her teacher wore, Mona smelled just a hint of something else. It was maddening, and somehow oh so wonderful! Mrs. Anderson was fastidiously clean with her person. Mona smelled the fresh wholesome smell of a healthy active woman on a warm spring day.

Her penis was almost aching as they finally pulled up the drive to a large but secluded house. Mona was confused. She thought Mrs. Anderson and her husband lived in an apartment much nearer the school.

Mona waited as her teacher climbed out of the car. She watched as the woman walked back to the end of the drive and checked the mailbox. Her firm bottom seemed to describe subtle figure eights as her wide hips swayed. It was a real struggle to keep her hands safely behind her back as she watched!

“Mine, mine, mine.” She heard Mrs. Anderson say as she flipped through the mail while returning up the drive. “Oh look. Here’s one for the Bastard” She said snapped when she pulled a large envelope from the stack.

Mona was shocked. She had never heard the normally soft spoken woman swear. It seemed so out of place for such a harsh word to pass her lips. For some ungodly reason, her penis throbbed even harder!

She waited for her teacher to enter the house. Fearing the noise of opening and closing a door would draw attention to the automobile as she exited it, Mona climbed over the seats into the front.

She had a bad moment when she nearly knocked a pile of papers and books to the floorboards. Her hands shook as she frantically steadied the stack on the passenger seat.

It took some work to scramble awkwardly out of the open driver’s side window. It was a huge distraction when her stiff penis somehow managed to painfully strike the steering wheel. Thank heavens she didn’t end up blowing the horn with her ungainly appendage!

Mona could only hope Mrs. Anderson wouldn’t see the Chevrolet rock on it’s springs when she finally managed to extract herself without falling on her face.

Taking exaggerated tip toe steps, Mona slowly approached the house. She knew she shouldn’t, but just couldn’t stop herself. This was a teacher’s house. She knew a student shouldn’t commit such an invasion of privacy, but she needed to get inside!

Somehow she just had to learn if the beautiful teacher believed Mary’s wild claims of her invisibility. She was positive Mrs. Anderson saw Mary’s hair on her shoulder. If she had, would she realize the truth? What if she called the authorities? Would she tell the army to send scientists to investigate?

Mona didn’t know she wasn’t exactly thinking with her head any more. The raging presence protruding from her crotch was clouding her mind. It was somehow so easy to concoct a fanciful justification for sneaking into the teacher’s house.

She put her hand on the doorknob and very slowly turned it. Unlocked! Her luck was holding. She held still though. She couldn’t just throw it open. What if Mrs. Anderson saw a door move by itself? That would be another clue to the truth of Mary’s wild claims!

Mona nearly screamed when the door suddenly opened in front of her. She managed to back quietly out of the way when Mrs. Anderson stepped back outside. Hand to her chest as her heart pounded, Mona thought she had somehow been discovered.

She let out a sigh when the woman went back to the Chevrolet and collected her books and paperwork. Of course! The conscientious teacher brought home her student’s work to grade. Now was her chance! Scurrying before she lost her nerve, Mona entered the house.

The friendless orphan didn’t have much experience with an actual home. She drank in the sight of her very first living room. To her eyes, it was simply lovely! Chintz curtains on the windows, tasteful upholstery on overstuffed furniture. In actuality it was a bit garish, but compared to her little room, it was palatial!

Taking a very basic precaution, she slipped off her saddle shoes and rendered herself totally naked in her lovely teacher’s home. She didn’t want to make a sound as she explored. Where could she put them? They were invisible, but it wouldn’t do for Mrs. Anderson to accidentally discover absolute proof of Mary’s claims!

It was hard not to giggle when she stashed them on top of the big gleaming Frigidaire in the room kitchen. Plain as day to her, Mrs. Anderson would never know they were there.

Once more, she froze with pounding heart. Mrs. Anderson had joined her in the kitchen! She knew about the flask in the desk, but it somehow seemed so wrong to see the woman take a bottle of vodka out of the Frigidaire. Next came something called Vermouth.

Using an elegant inverted conical glass, Mona watched her teacher prepare herself a cocktail. From the movies, she knew it was something called a Martini. The woman added a couple of green olives, and then lifted the glass in a mocking toast.

“Here’s to you, Harvey.” She said tightly. “Here’s to a husband that ran off with my my best friend because I couldn’t give him a son!”

It was shocking to see her teacher slam back the drink as if it was a glass of pop!

“I hope you and that pregnant bitch Linda will be very happy together!”

Mona was stunned. What was wrong with Mr. Anderson? His wife was so beautiful and kind. How could he turn to another woman when married to someone who could be a Hollywood star? The man must be a fool!

Mrs. Anderson mixed herself another drink. This one she just sipped.

“I won’t contest a thing. Just you wait and see. I don’t even give a damn that you give my barrenness as reason for the divorce!”

She grinned wickedly and took a long pull at her drink.

“I just thank God you bought this house in my name. Try weaseling it away from me now!” She took another sip of her drink. “I would have loved to see your face when you discovered I cleaned out our savings and emptied your safe deposit boxes, you asshole! I’m quite happy with that as a settlement. Enjoy your little Reno vacation, you damn Bastard!”

Yikes! Mona bit her lip. Mrs. Anderson was about to become a divorcee. Her penis throbbed again. Everyone knew that divorcees were hot to trot! She tried to focus. She couldn’t let herself think such dangerous things about the agitated woman!

Everything was going to be honky-dory. It seemed like rumors of invisible girls were the farthest thing from Mrs. Anderson’s mind. She was too wrapped up in her rotten husband’s betrayal to think about such a strange thing! She should go. She really should, but her penis was so hard!

“The hell with you, Harvey!” The respectable teacher yelled before downing the rest of her second drink. She grabbed the vodka bottle and stormed from the room. “I don’t need you!”

Mona started started to leave, she really did. She felt a burning need to learn something very important before she tried to figure out a way to get back to town. She grabbed the stack of letters and looked at the address.

“Patsy! Her name is Patsy! What a wonderful name!” Mona said happily. She somehow felt much closer to the lovely woman now that she actually knew her first name. “Patsy Anderson. I wonder what her maiden name is? Maybe I can find out.”

She left the kitchen to go see what Patsy was up to. It was a decision that once again proved that she was not thinking with her brain.

Exploring slowly and carefully, she found the woman upstairs in the bedroom she obviously used to share with her husband. She barely registered the the cut up, torn, and destroyed men’s shirts and suits scattered around on the floor. Something far more important grabbed her attention. Stunned, she found she was just in time to see Patsy taking off her dress!

She stood in the open doorway as she watched the woman disrobe. She nearly forgot to breath when she saw her teacher standing there in nothing but her underwear.

Her lacy underpants matched her brassiere perfectly. The garments looked better than the raciest two piece swimsuit Mona had ever seen in the movies.

“You couldn’t be happy with this, could you Harvey?” Patsy said as her thumbs hooked into the waist of her underpants. “You used to say that my ass drove you insane! I hope you enjoy ol’ flat bottom Linda!”

Mona thought it would drive her insane when Patsy slowly slipped her underpants down her shapely legs. When the woman took off her brassiere, she suspected she might die! For the first time in her life, she was seeing an absolutely totally naked woman! It would be a memory she would cherish for the rest of her life!

She forgot all about Lisa Gilbert’s fabric supported torpedoes. Seeing the big round firmness of Patsy’s naked breasts was like getting a little sneak peek at Heaven itself! Oh goodness! Her nipples were so big! Mona was completely unaware that she was repeatedly licking her lips while staring at the almost thumb sized coral pink nubs. She had the understandable desire to purse her lips over them, and suckle like an infant!

“You Bastard!” Patsy repeated as she snatched up the vodka bottle and took a healthy swig. “Just wait until Linda loses her figure after giving birth to your bastard! She’s gonna get fat. I know. Don’t forget, I grew up with her. I known her mother and her big sisters! I do mean BIG!”

She took a final slug from the vodka bottle, and slammed it on the nightstand.

“You’re gonna miss all this!” She ran her hands sedutively over her perfect body. “So what if I can’t have children? I plan on keeping this figure for the rest of my life! You’re gonna miss me, you Bastard!”

Mona was shocked. Patsy was throwing a real hum-dinger of a tantrum. She just stared, her penis straining ever harder by the second.

“The only thing I’ll miss about you is your big prick! You damn asshole! Don’t you care that it’s been months since I was laid? Once your damn divorce is final, I’ll find a new man, have no worries about that! I have the advantage over dear flat as a board Linda. I can’t get knocked up! I can give any man I want a tumble, with absolutely no worries! Tell that to Linda when she’s puking every morning, and crying over how fat she’s getting!”

Once again Mona clamped a hand over her mouth to smother any sound. Hearing Patsy talk about having, um, sex, made her penis throbbing penis feel like it would suddenly split open!

Still as a trembling statue, she watched as Patsy tugged open a drawer in her night stand. Retrieving a large candle, she climbed onto the bed. Holy cats and puppy dogs! She looked magnificent kneeing in the very center of the mattress!

“I bet prissy little missionary position Linda won’t ever do Fellatio on you!” Patsy said before putting the end of the candle into her mouth.

So it wasn’t Fellow Ratio! The Circle Jerk boys had been daring each other to ‘Fellatio’ each other! Mona’s fevered mind screamed as she watched her beautiful teacher thrust a candle in and out of her mouth.

Her penis throbbed mightily when Patsy sort of looked up at the ceiling. Like a sword swallower in the circus, she slid the candle right down her throat! Only a little wax nub showed past her lips! The woman grinned wickedly after withdrawing it from her mouth.

“No more Saturday night gobbles for you! You’re lucky though.” Patsy said as she angrily waved the saliva dampened candle around. “Prissy little Linda will never beg you to do Cunnilingus on her like I always had to did with you, you selfish ass! I just know the fool thinks it’s just as disgusting as you do!”

Mona had no idea what Cunnilingus was, but she suddenly had the desire to find out! Whatever it was, she’d be happy to learn how to do it for Patsy! Her hand wandered to her penis, and she snatched it away. She couldn’t let Patsy discover her like this! She had to leave!

Mona was desperate. Her penis was the hardest she had ever experienced it! She decided that the best thing for her to do was to go outside and rub and stroke until she forced herself to shoot. If she left a huge puddle somewhere back in the trees, it would hopefully soak into the ground before anyone could figure out what it was.

Just before she turned to go, Patsy lay down on the bed and made herself comfortable. Lifting her legs high, she spread her legs wide. It granted Mona a perfect view right up between the woman’s thighs!