john final

John, invisible and insatiable, sailed into the unsuspecting classroom of hormone-laden middle schoolers like a phantom of pubescent desire. His heart raced with an unholy glee as he surveyed the room, noticing the way the girls' breasts bobbed as they giggled, their nipples poking through their too-tight uniforms like shy little sentinels yearning for attention. 

He felt the heat radiating from their tight, blossoming pussies, the sweet scent of their arousal mingling with the stale classroom air. The boys, oblivious to his presence, talked to their female classmates, not knowing that he was going to make them unwilling cuckolds. The room buzzed with a nascent sexual energy, ripe for the picking.

John's invisible hands glided over the furniture, feeling the smoothness of the wood under his fingertips. He knew that with each silent touch, he could orchestrate a symphony of confusion and pleasure. The teacher, a busty woman with hair piled high atop her head, scribbled on the chalkboard, her voluptuous curves demanding his attention. He approached her, his cock stiffening at the sight of her swaying hips. He leaned in close, his breath warming the back of her neck, and whispered, "You're going to have quite the lesson today, Miss."

Miss Jenkins, startled by the sudden warmth, spun around, her eyes wide and searching. Finding no one, she blushed and dismissed it as a trick of the wind. John chuckled inwardly, his grin wicked and predatory. He hovered around the perimeter of the room, his gaze lingering on each student's face as they worked. His cock twitched in anticipation, eager to explore the untouched landscape of youthful innocence. 

Melissa, a shy girl with a burgeoning figure, sat in the front row, her legs crossed tightly to hide the dampness spreading through her panties. John could feel the heat of her arousal, a beacon drawing him closer. He knelt down beside her, his breath hot on her ear. "I know you're wet for me, Melissa," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "Let me show you what it's like to be seen."

She felt his hand, cool and ethereal, trace the outline of her pussy through the fabric of her skirt, his touch sending shockwaves through her young body. John's grin grew wider as he began to explore Melissa's tight little cunt, his fingers deftly unbuttoning and sliding down the zipper of her uniform. 

The fabric parted like the Red Sea, revealing her plump, pink folds, glistening with excitement. He could feel her pulse racing as he gently parted her labia, her slickness coating his fingertips. She gasped, not knowing what was going on, but it was lost in the mundane sounds of the classroom. He slid a finger inside her, feeling the warm embrace of her virginity. She was so tight, so wet, so deliciously ripe.

The sensation was electric, sending shockwaves through Melissa's body. Her legs fell open slightly, inviting him in further. She bit her bottom lip, trying to hold back the whimpers that threatened to spill out. John chuckled again, his breath hot and tickling against her neck. "You're so fucking perfect, Melissa," he murmured, his finger now pumping in and out of her with a slow, steady rhythm. "I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before."

His touch was like a ghostly caress, leaving no evidence behind but a trail of dampened panties and racing hearts. The room grew more and more charged with sexual tension.

John's invisible fingers continued to work their magic on Melissa's tender pussy, her soft whimpers becoming more pronounced as he found her clit and began to rub it in gentle circles. She squirmed in her seat, her thighs quivering as she tried to maintain her composure. Meanwhile, the rest of the class remained oblivious, their heads buried in textbooks and worksheets, unaware of the erotic dance unfolding in their midst. 

The scent of her arousal filled the air around them, a potent aphrodisiac that only heightened John's excitement. He leaned closer, his lips grazing her ear as he whispered, "You're going to come for me, Melissa. Right here, in front of everyone."

Her eyes grew wide with a mix of terror and ecstasy as she realized the truth in his words. She felt the pressure building within her, a dam threatening to burst from his expert manipulation. She clutched her books tighter, trying to focus on anything other than the delicious sensation of his touch. But it was futile. The invisible force was too powerful, too all-consuming. Her breath grew ragged, her chest heaving as she neared the edge of pleasure.

John, feeling the tension in her body, knew she was close. He added a second finger, curling them inside her in a beckoning motion that made her toes curl. The room spun around her, the muffled sounds of the classroom fading away, replaced by the rhythmic sound of his fingers pumping in and out of her. Melissa's orgasm washed over her, a silent scream painted on her lips as she bucked against his hand, her pussy clenching around his digits.

The room remained still, the students none the wiser to the climax happening right before their eyes. Miss Jenkins, noticing Melissa's sudden distraction, called out her name in a stern voice, snapping her out of her erotic trance.

 She sat up straight, her cheeks flaming red, hoping beyond hope that no one had noticed her quivering release. John chuckled to himself, withdrawing his hand with a wicked grin. 

"Miss Albarn! Do pay attention in class, this will be important in a test later on," Miss Jenkins reprimanded, her breasts shaking slightly. "Actually, I need a student to answer the question on the board, would you do the honours?"

Melissa seemingly turned redder than she already was, resembling a fresh tomato. John licked his lips at the further thought of messing her. She stood up hastily, brushing her skirt over her toned legs and walked to the whiteboard in front. John eyed her bouncing butt as she walked, wishing to slap it and watch it jiggle in front of everyone but he held it in for the time being.

He couldn't resist however, and John took this opportunity to glide his hand up her thigh, his fingertips lightly grazing the tender flesh beneath her skirt. She gasped softly, her eyes darting around the room for any sign of who might be touching her. The class stared expectantly, waiting for her answer to the algebra problem on the board.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she approached the teacher's desk, John's hand trailing her all the way. When she reached the front of the class, he stepped aside, allowing her to lean against the desk for support.

 He took this moment to boldly slip his hand between her legs, his fingers finding her still-throbbing clit. Melissa bit her lip, her eyes squeezed shut as she fought to keep her body steady. She could feel her pussy clench around his touch, desperately craving more. She managed to write the answer on the whiteboard, though her writing was noticeably shaky. 

Miss Jenkins nodded, pleased with her answer, but the distraction was palpable. John's ghostly fingers danced over her swollen folds, teasing and taunting her. Melissa's body responded in kind, her hips rolling slightly to meet his touch. The friction was exquisite, each stroke sending a fresh wave of pleasure through her. She tried to focus on the lesson, but her mind was a haze of desire. She could feel the eyes of the class upon her, their curiosity piqued by her flustered demeanor.

With a smirk, John decided to push her even further. He slid two fingers into her snug, wet opening, pumping them in and out with a deliberate, maddening rhythm. Melissa's knees nearly buckled, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She leaned heavily on the desk, her knuckles white from gripping the edge. 

Miss Jenkins' eyes narrowed, sensing something amiss. She stepped closer, her hand reaching out as if to comfort Melissa. But before she could touch her, John's hand retreated, leaving Melissa gasping and trembling, her pussy aching for release. The room stilled, all eyes on the girl at the front. Melissa took a deep breath, willing herself to remain standing. She felt the wetness seep down her thighs, a silent testament to her invisible tormentor's skill. The class waited for her to continue, their innocent faces a stark contrast to the depraved act playing out before them unseen.

"Are you well, Miss Albarn?" Miss Jenkin's asked, putting a hand on her student's shoulder, but Melissa flinched. John took that moment to start groping Miss Jenkin as well, her large breasts too much to fit in one hand. He cupped her breasts, feeling the weight of them in his palms, the fabric of her blouse straining against the firmness beneath. She gasped, her hand flying to her chest, and John chuckled darkly at the thought of her body reacting so viscerally to his spectral touch. 

His fingers moved to the buttons of her blouse, deftly popping them open one by one to reveal the soft mounds of her flesh, the dark areola of her nipples puckering in the cool classroom air. She looked around, bewildered and aroused, her eyes meeting the wide-eyed stares of her students who were oblivious to the invisible assault. John leaned in closer, his breath hot against her neck as he whispered, "You're next, Miss Jenkins. Let me show you how an invisible man fucks." 

Her pulse quickened as his phantom touch moved lower, tracing the outline of her pussy through her skirt, the fabric growing damp as he teased her clit. The classroom's atmosphere grew heavier, thick with unseen desire, as John began to explore the hidden depths of Miss Jenkins' most intimate places.

John's touch grew bolder, his invisible fingers sliding under Miss Jenkins' skirt, caressing the soft, trimmed bush of her mound before dipping lower to the slick warmth of her pussy. She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth to stifle the sound, her eyes darting around the room, searching for the source of this unexpected pleasure. 

Her body responded with a fiery hunger she hadn't felt in years, her pussy clenching around the ghostly digits. John's grin grew wider as he felt the wetness increase, his cock straining against his pants at the power he held over these unsuspecting females. He pushed her back gently against the desk, his hand working in unison with hers to unbuckle her belt and hike up her skirt. The room was a silent symphony of hormones and confusion, the only sound the rustle of fabric and the occasional muffled gasp.

Miss Jenkins' eyes rolled back in her head as John's fingers plunged into her, the sensation overwhelming. She had always been a woman of great self-control, but this invisible force was reducing her to a trembling mess of need. Her legs spread wider, giving him better access to her soaking wet cunt.

 He curled his fingers inside her, hitting that sweet spot that made her knees buckle and her toes curl. She bit her lip hard, trying to hold back the moan building in her chest, her breasts heaving with every shallow breath she took.

John could feel her body tightening around him, her orgasm building like a storm. He leaned in closer, his breath hot on her neck as he whispered, "You're going to come for me, Miss Jenkins. Right here, in front of your entire class." Her hips bucking against his hand as he quickened his pace. The room was a blur of motion and heat, the tension palpable, as he brought the unsuspecting teacher to the brink of pleasure.

The class watched in confusion as Miss Jenkins' face flushed and she leaned heavily on the desk, her hand gripping the edge. They could see the desperate need in her eyes, the way she was fighting to maintain her composure. They had no idea that the invisible John was working her body into a frenzy of passion, bringing her closer and closer to a public climax.

And then it hit her, a wave of pleasure so intense it took her breath away. She came hard, her pussy clamping down on his invisible fingers, her body shuddering with silent spasms of ecstasy. Her eyes squeezed shut, she let out a muffled scream into her hand, her knuckles white from the effort of keeping quiet. The room remained still, the only evidence of the carnage a faint scent of sex in the air and the dampness between Miss Jenkins' legs.

John's cock was now rock-hard, the fabric of his pants straining. He knew it was time to claim his prize and end this all with a bang. He slid his pants down, his cock springing free, and positioned himself behind the trembling woman. He whispered in her ear, "You're going to remember this day for the rest of your life." 

With one swift movement, he pushed into her, her tight, wet pussy enveloping him in a warm embrace. She gasped, her eyes shooting open in shock, but it was too late. He was inside her, fucking her with an intensity that she had never felt before.

The room remained oblivious to the depraved act occurring before them, the students still focused on their work, unaware of the erotic dance playing out between their teacher and the invisible demon of desire. John pumped into Miss Jenkins, her hips moving in time with his thrusts, her moans lost in the mundane sounds of the classroom. She was his now, a puppet to his whims, and he had only just begun his invisible rampage of lust.

John's pace grew more urgent as he fucked Miss Jenkins from behind, her ample breasts bouncing with each thrust. His other hand snaked around to her clit, rubbing it in tight circles as he filled her to the brim with his substantial girth. The tension grew, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in unison.

Melissa watched on in amazement, her own arousal reaching a fever pitch as she felt John's invisible touch return to her, his ghostly fingers toying with her clit as if it were a fiddle playing a symphony of pleasure. The room was a haze of desire, the air thick with the scent of sex.

And then, with a dramatic flourish, John turned off his invisibility, his naked form fully revealed to the stunned class. The students' eyes went wide as they took in the sight of their teacher being ravaged by a man they hadn't even known was there. His cock, slick with Miss Jenkins' juices, slammed into her with a ferocity that sent shockwaves through the room. The look on her face was one of pure ecstasy, her eyes glazed over as she felt the climax building once again.

With a final, powerful thrust, John reached his peak, roaring as he filled Miss Jenkins' pussy with his hot cum. Melissa, unable to resist any longer, climbed onto the desk, her legs spread wide, begging for the same treatment. He didn't disappoint, sliding his still-hard cock into her tight, young cunt, the sight of which sent the room into a frenzy of lustful whispers. He fucked her hard and fast, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing through the room. The class watched in a mix of horror and fascination as John claimed his second victim, their own desires stirring in response to the erotic display.

The climax was explosive, John's cum spilling into Melissa as Miss Jenkins leaned back, her legs trembling with the aftershocks of her own release. The room was alive with the sound of their combined pleasure, the invisible force now a very real, very visible presence. John grinned, his chest heaving, as he withdrew from Melissa and turned to face the class. 

"Who's next?" he asked, and all hell broke loose