john 3

John, a young man blessed—or perhaps cursed—with the power of invisibility, stumbled upon a quaint little library one muggy afternoon, seeking refuge from the oppressive heat that had enveloped the city. His eyes, however, were not looking for books. 

They wandered through the labyrinth of bookshelves, searching for the sweet nectar of human interaction that he hadn't tasted in ages. And there she was, a nymph of innocence and knowledge, a small girl with glasses perched on the bridge of her pert nose, her golden locks cascading down her back like a sunlit waterfall. She sat, engrossed in a book that she held in her dainty, manicured hands. Alison was her name, he got it from a nametag on her chest, and she was blissfully unaware of the invisible presence that had just entered her world.

John's cock grew hard at the sight of her, straining against his jeans like a caged animal yearning for release. He approached her, his breath hot and heavy, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. The scent of her hair, a delicate bouquet of lilac and vanilla, filled his nostrils as he leaned in closer, watching her pink lips move silently as she read the words that danced across the page. 

He felt a twinge of guilt for what he was about to do, but the thrill of his unique condition overpowered his moral compass. He had fucked many girls before this, he was not stopping now. With a grin that no one could see, he decided to indulge in the ultimate form of voyeurism. He hovered over her, his hands trembling with anticipation, ready to explore the contours of her body without the pesky interference of clothing.

Alison, lost in her literary world, felt a sudden breeze caress her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. She looked around, but the library remained as empty and as silent as a crypt. Unbeknownst to her, John had begun to unbutton her blouse, exposing the lacy white training bra that cupped her firm, round breasts. 

Her nipples hardened into stiff peaks, a silent siren's call to the invisible predator looming above. He reached down, his touch as soft as a feather, tracing the outline of her areolae, watching with perverse glee as they puckered and darkened under his invisible ministrations.

Her eyes widened with shock and fear as she felt his other hand slip into her skirt, his fingers deftly finding their way to her warm, moist pussy. She gasped, her body stiffening, but she could not see, hear, or feel anything other than the ethereal sensation of being touched. John took this as an invitation, his fingers delving deeper into her folds, spreading her slickness like a butterfly unfurling its wings. He watched, fascinated, as her breathing grew shallower, her chest rising and falling in time with his strokes.

He watched her intently, memorizing every twitch of her body, every gasp that escaped her lips. Her clit swelled under his touch, a pearl in a velvet sea, and he circled it with his thumb, applying just the right amount of pressure to make her squirm in her seat. The sound of her pleasure filled the air, a symphony of desire that only he could hear. It echoed slightly throughout the empty library, but there was no one else to hear but him. His own cock throbbed in response, demanding to be a part of this delicious dance.

Slowly, oh so slowly, John lowered his zipper, freeing his erect member from the confines of his pants. It stood tall and proud, a testament to his arousal, gleaming with precum. He positioned himself behind her, his cock nestling between her soft, round cheeks like it belonged there. He could feel the heat radiating from her tight little asshole, and his mouth watered at the thought of penetrating her in every way possible.

He positioned her above his lap, making her sit on him as she continued reading her book. It was a typical YA romance, featuring a dark broody male lead seducing an innocent teenage girl. She was blushing while reading it, probably imagining herself as the main character, wishing to be whisked away and pampered gently.

John grinned to himself, the only pampering she was going to get wasn't going to be gentle whatsoever.

With a gentle push, his cockhead parted her folds, sliding inch by inch into her welcoming warmth. Alison's eyes rolled back in her head, her body trembling with a mix of terror and uncontrollable lust. She had never felt anything so big, so powerful, so... wrong. Yet, her body betrayed her, her pussy clenching around him, begging for more. John began to move, his hips rocking in a slow, rhythmic motion. 

John fucked her with a maddening slowness, his cock stretching her tight pussy with every deliberate thrust. He had lost control before this, and now he wanted to savour his moment with this young girl. Each movement was calculated to maximize her pleasure, to coax sweet whimpers from her throat. He watched her body language, the way her back arched, the way she bit her lip, and the way her hips began to subtly push back against him, silently begging for more. 

Her pussy clenched around him like a vice, the walls pulsing with the beat of her racing heart. He reveled in her unseen reactions, the way she unconsciously spread her legs wider to accommodate his girth, the way her hand slid down to cover her mouth to muffle the moans that threatened to give him away. 

His own breath grew ragged as he watched her perfect ass bounce with every plunge, her cheeks jiggling in a hypnotic rhythm. The wet slapping sounds of their union grew louder, echoing through the hallowed halls of the library, a symphony of sin that filled his ears and sent bolts of electricity down his spine.

 Her juices coated his shaft, making the friction deliciously slick, as he angled himself to hit her g-spot with every stroke. Alison's eyes fluttered shut, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and arousal. Her body responded instinctively, her hips moving in tandem with his, her pussy greedily milking him, urging him deeper. 

John felt his orgasm building, a volcanic eruption of pleasure that threatened to consume him. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer, his control slipping, his balls tightening with the promise of release. He knew he couldn't hold back much longer. He abruptly pulled out of Alison's pulsating pussy, her gasp of surprise muffled by her hand. He stepped back, his cock standing tall and glistening with her juices. 

With a wicked smirk that she could not see, he stroked himself to the brink of ecstasy. He aimed the head of his cock at her shocked, wide-eyed gaze and let loose a torrent of hot, sticky cum. It arced through the air like a rope, splattering against her glasses, coating her cheeks and nose, and even landing on her parted lips. The salty, musky scent of his seed filled the space between them, and she could feel the warmth of it on her face. 

Her eyes grew even wider, the horror of the situation momentarily forgotten as she felt the weight of his cum on her skin. The pearly strands clung to her lashes, making them stick together, and she had to blink rapidly to clear her vision. The sensation was alien and erotic, a taboo delight that she never knew existed. 

Despite her fear and confusion, a strange thrill coursed through her body, and she found herself licking her lips, tasting the remnants of his orgasm. The shock of his actions was slowly morphing into something darker, something that made her pussy throb with renewed desire. John watched her, his chest heaving with exertion, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with her wetness and his own cum. 

He was exhausted, but he wanted to at least fuck one more girl in the library. John's invisible fingers curled around the soft flesh of his semi-erect cock, stroking it back to full hardness as he moved away from the bewildered Alison. 

His gaze fell upon two emo girls, their raven hair framing their pale faces as they whispered secrets only the ink-filled pages of their favorite books knew. Their tight black clothes hugged their slender forms, their studded belts and chains jingling faintly as they shifted in their seats. They were listening to music that he used to listen to back when he was younger, but they seemed to be newer generation emos. They didn't look any older than 14, yet their bodies were fully developed already.

John salivated as he approached them. One of them had dyed red hair, with a choker around her neck. The other one had long black hair with mascara around her eyes. Both of them had a fat chest and an ever fatter ass. What were children eating nowadays to make them so sexy for him?

He approached them, his heart racing with the thrill of the hunt. He positioned his cock in front of their faces, the head just brushing against the cool metal of a nose ring. The girls' eyes widened, their pupils dilating, as they felt something warm and solid pressing against their cheeks. 

Instinctively, their hands reached out, tentative at first, to touch the intrusion. Their slender fingers wrapped around his shaft, and he groaned in pleasure at the sensation of their cold, trembling hands on his hot, sticky skin. They stroked him in unison, their eyes darting around the room in search of the source of their unexpected arousal.

 The invisible force that he called his power were guiding their actions, John reveled in the power he had over them, his cock growing harder and thicker with every stroke. The room was alive with the sound of their confused whispers and the slick sounds of his cock being jerked off by unseen hands. 

His precum leaked onto their delicate knuckles, and he watched with glee as they unknowingly painted their faces with it, the pearly fluid mixing with their black eyeliner and mascara. The sensation of their soft, cold fingers on his hot, hard flesh was almost too much to bear, and he felt his climax building once again. He leaned back, his cock jutting out like a sword between them, and the emo girls took the hint, their hands moving faster, their breaths hitching in their throats as they stroked him to the brink of ecstasy. 

Their cheeks were flushed, their eyes glazed over with a mix of confusion and arousal, as John prepared to cover them in his invisible embrace, a sticky testament to his depraved desires.

John's cock was a blur as he dragged it all over the emo girls' faces, the velvety softness of his shaft gliding over their cheeks, their noses, their trembling lips. They squirmed in their seats, unsure of what was happening but unable to resist the primal urge to explore the unseen object that had invaded their personal space. 

Their hands were still wrapped around his girth, stroking him faster now, their movements jerky and erratic as their confusion gave way to excitement. He watched as they unconsciously licked their lips, tasting the remnants of his precum that smeared across their faces. The sensation of his cock sliding over their smooth skin, the occasional brush against their teeth or the flick of their tongues, sent John spiraling into a frenzy of pleasure.

 He could feel his balls tighten, the pressure building as his orgasm grew near. With a final, forceful movement, he pushed the tip of his cock against one of their mouths, and she opened wide, engulfing him without hesitation. The other girl's hand slipped down to cup his heavy testicles, her cold fingers sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. John's hips bucked, and he released a torrent of hot cum, painting their faces and hair with his thick, white essence. 

The girls gagged and sputtered, their eyes watering from the sudden assault, but they didn't stop stroking him, their grip tightening as they felt him pulse in their hands. Their mascara and makeup were dripping, streaking through their face as they teared up. The two girls did nothing with the cum on their faces, simply going back to what they were doing earlier.

He was getting tired after all this sex, but there was one place he hadn't gone yet, a classroom. Where hopefully he could end it all with a bang