John 2

John, the invisible spectator, the creep of Brook's Peak Middle School, lurked in the shadows of the brightly lit gym, his heart racing as he ogled the cheerleading squad's practice. Their youthful exuberance filled the space with a palpable energy, and his cock swelled with every synchronized leap and high kick. Their skirts rode up with every kick and movement, allowing John to stare and google as much as he wanted without anyone noticing or kicking him out.

He studied them meticulously, his eyes feasting on the way their uniforms clung to their budding curves—each girl a delectable treat with her own unique flavor of innocence. The sweat glistening on their taut bodies reflected the stark fluorescent lights above, accentuating every contour and dimple. 

One by one, he took mental and physical snapshots with his phone, memorizing their faces, their luscious lips, and the swell of their breasts beneath the tight fabric. His breath grew ragged as he focused on Becky, the team captain. 

Her fiery red hair cascaded down her back, framing a face that was a perfect blend of sweetness and mischief. Her voluptuous figure was a testament to the blossoming of womanhood, her round, firm ass cheeks bouncing with each movement. Becky's piercing blue eyes, though unaware of his presence, seemed to pierce through him, sending a shiver down his spine. 

He knew she was the one he wanted to claim first, to introduce to the perverted games he had in mind. He approached her, careful not to interrupt the other cheerleaders from their routine. His invisible fingers slowly traced the outline of her pussy through her skirt, feeling the heat of her arousal that she unknowingly radiated. 

His cock strained against his pants, eager to delve into the untouched folds of her virginity. But John was a patient predator; he knew the thrill of the chase was part of the fun. He would wait for the perfect moment to make his move, to make them all feel the power of his invisible touch.

John's pulse quickened as Becky, the object of his feverish desire, approached the center of the mat, her eyes focused and her expression intense. He laid down, his erect cock standing tall and proud against his stomach, and spread his legs just enough to ensure she would land precisely where he wanted her. 

The anticipation was exquisite, a delicious cocktail of fear and excitement that made him feel more alive than he had in years. Becky took a deep breath, her perky tits heaving with the effort, and then launched herself into the air. Her lithe form twisted and turned, the fabric of her uniform stretching tight over her youthful curves. 

Her teammates were still, watching with bated breath as their leader launched into her routine. And in what felt like an eternity, she descended, and John readied himself, his cock pulsing with the promise of the sweet, wet warmth he craved. The tips of her fingers grazed the floor before her legs shot out, and she executed the perfect flip. As her crotch neared his erection, John guided his invisible hand to align it with Becky's, feeling the softness of her panties against his palm. 

He held his breath as her body weight transferred onto him, his cock nestling into the cushioned folds of her sex. Her eyes went wide with shock, and she let out a muffled gasp as she realized something was amiss, but before she could react, John's invisible force pushed into her, the tip of his cock parting her lips and penetrating her untouched pussy. Her legs quivered around him, and she froze, realizing that something was wrong. But as quick as that feeling came, it disappeared, his powers working overtime to make sure nothing was out of place.

In Becky's mind, she was probably on her period, the cramps being the cause of the sudden pain she felt down there. With a bright smile on her innocent and cute face, she continued.

Becky, oblivious to the invisible force beneath her, continued her routine with a series of jumps that caused her to land squarely on John's rigid shaft each and every time. Each bounce sent shockwaves of pleasure through his body, and he could feel her tight pussy clenching around him. The sweet, wet heat was driving him wild, and he had to fight the urge to thrust into her fully.

 He knew that if he moved too much, he would give himself away, and the thrill of the clandestine encounter would be lost. Instead, he lay still, allowing Becky's movements to dictate the rhythm of their union. Her tight, young cunt was like a glove around him, and with each jump, her body grew more accustomed to the strange sensation of being filled without a visible partner. The other girls on the squad, assuming Becky had simply stumbled during her routine, watched with concerned expressions as she tried to maintain her composure, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of crimson. 

Yet, beneath the surface, Becky's body was betraying her, her nipples hardening into stiff peaks and her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The friction of her pussy against John's cock was setting off sparks of pleasure, and she could feel her orgasm building like a volcano ready to erupt. The situation was absurd, but her body didn't care about the how or why. All it knew was the delicious feeling of being penetrated by something firm and unseen, and it craved more.

As Becky's legs wrapped around John's invisible form, her mind raced to understand what was happening to her. Yet, her body had a mind of its own, responding instinctively to the pleasurable invasion. John felt the tension in her muscles ease, and her pussy began to embrace him, her juices flowing freely and coating his cock. He took this as an invitation to start moving, and with a wicked smile on his unseen face, he began to thrust up into her. 

The sudden sensation of movement sent Becky spiraling, and she had to bite her lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. Her eyes searched the floor around her, looking for the source of the delicious intrusion, but she saw nothing but the puzzled stares of her teammates. Her clit was being rubbed with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. 

She tried to push away, but John's invisible grip held her firmly in place, his cock buried deep within her. The other cheerleaders, noticing Becky's distress, rushed over to help, but their hands passed through John's invisible form, touching Becky but not the cause of her discomfort. The situation grew more surreal by the second, but the feeling of John's cock inside her was all too real, and she couldn't help but grind her hips against the air, seeking more of the exquisite friction.

"Are you okay Becks?" One of the girl's asked, a busty girl, with tits that made John salivate. Becky nodded in spite of the pleasure she was experiencing. In their eyes, she was writhing on the ground from an unseen force. He didn't care either way, her pussy felt too good around his cock.

John reveled in Becky's involuntary responses, the way her body moved with his, the soft moans she couldn't quite suppress. He decided to push the boundaries of his power, reaching up to fondle her breasts through the fabric of her top. Her nipples hardened to his touch, and she arched her back, pushing her chest into his invisible hands. 

The sight of her squirming, her pussy tightening around him, was almost too much to bear. He knew he had to claim her completely, and with a silent chuckle, he began to pump into her with more force, her cries of pleasure growing louder and more desperate. 

The other girls, unable to see what was happening, grew more and more concerned, their eyes darting around the room for any sign of what could be causing Becky's distress. Yet all they saw was their captain, lost in a silent dance of passion and confusion. John felt her walls tightening around him, her orgasm approaching, and he knew it was time to take full control. 

He whispered a command into her ear, his voice a soft, sinister caress that sent chills down her spine, "Keep jumping, Becky. Show them what a good little slut you are for me." And, as if under a spell, Becky obeyed, her jumps growing more erratic as she chased the climax that hovered just out of reach. The gym echoed with the sound of her wetness and the slap of her flesh against his unseen body.

John felt his orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that was about to explode. He pulled out of Becky, his cock glistening with her juices, and with a final, invisible shove, sent her sprawling onto the mat. Her eyes searched the room wildly, her body trembling from the intensity of her unseen encounter. Sensing his opportunity, John stood up and positioned himself behind the rest of the squad, who were still frozen in shock and concern for Becky. He took aim at their unsuspecting faces and with a powerful, ghostly spurt, he painted the cheerleaders with his hot, sticky cum. 

It arced through the air, landing on their startled expressions and in their wide-open mouths. The girls shrieked and sputtered, trying to wipe away the unexpected substance, their eyes watering with a mix of terror and bewilderment. But John was far from done. He moved from one to the next, coating their smooth, round asses and perky tits in his seed, leaving no inch of their barely-covered bodies untouched by his depravity. 

The room was a cacophony of confusion and disgust, but amidst the chaos, Becky lay panting on the floor, a strange mix of horror and arousal etched into her features. She had been claimed by the invisible specter, and she knew that her life, and the lives of her squadmates, would never be the same again. The invisible John watched the scene unfold with sadistic glee, his cock already twitching in anticipation of the next time he would make his presence known to these unsuspecting nymphets.