Pervert for Life

The moment Calista vanished the sparring field fell into a thick, awkward silence. Students stood frozen in small clusters, staring at the empty space where their instructor had been only a heartbeat earlier. A few exchanged quick, confused glances. Someone near the back muttered something about a spatial skill, but the words died quickly. No one had ever seen Calista simply disappear mid-lesson before.

Ivory remained where she had collapsed to her knees, chest rising and falling too fast, school uniform skirt still dark and heavy with the evidence of what had just been forced through her. The thick imaginary cock was gone for the moment. I had pulled it free the second Calista left, leaving Ivory empty and twitching, her soaked panties clinging to swollen folds that still fluttered in aftershocks. She pushed herself upright with visible effort, legs unsteady, and forced her expression back toward something resembling composure. The flush on her cheeks refused to fade.

The class was ordered back inside soon after. No one argued. They filed into the lecture hall in near silence, the air still carrying the unsettled weight of what they had witnessed. Ivory took her seat near the front, spine straight, hands folded tightly in her lap. Every shift of her thighs made the wet fabric of her panties rub against oversensitive flesh. She kept her gaze fixed on the desk, refusing to look at anyone.

I waited until the door shut and the last student settled.

Then I pushed the mental cock back into her.

The flared head forced her folds open in one smooth, relentless glide. Ivory’s fingers spasmed against the wood of her desk. A soft, sharp breath left her nose. No one else noticed. I sank deeper, spreading her walls until the thick shaft was fully seated inside her cunt, the head resting heavy against the softest point of her. Her thighs pressed together hard under the desk. The movement only trapped the length more tightly between them.

I began to move.

Slow, deep strokes at first. The imaginary cock dragged along her front wall on every withdrawal, then filled her again until her hips gave the tiniest forward rock she could not stop. Clear fluid had already started to leak past the edge of her panties again. The crotch of her school uniform skirt darkened further in a slow, spreading patch. She bit the inside of her cheek and stared harder at the empty board at the front of the room.

I thickened the shaft halfway through the next thrust.

Ivory’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second. Her free hand dropped under the desk and pressed hard against her lower stomach as if she could push the sudden stretch back out. The walls of her cunt fluttered and clenched in desperate little pulses around the increased girth. I kept the rhythm steady and merciless, each stroke bottoming out with a wet internal slap that only she could feel. Her breathing turned shallow. A faint sheen of sweat gathered at her hairline.

The other students were still whispering about Calista’s disappearance. No one looked toward the pale girl in the front row whose thighs kept twitching under her desk.

I added the invisible mouth against one stiff nipple beneath her blouse and sucked hard.

Ivory’s spine went rigid. A soft, broken sound escaped before she could lock her jaw. Her hips rolled forward in a tiny, involuntary grind against the cock buried inside her. The wet patch on her skirt grew. I fucked her harder after that, deep punishing strokes that forced her walls to stretch and cling, every withdrawal leaving her empty for a heartbeat before I slammed back in and dragged another gush of slick out of her.

She was close.

I felt the way her cunt started to flutter in tighter, more rhythmic pulses. Her free hand gripped the edge of the desk until her knuckles whitened. Her lips parted. She was fighting it with everything she had, but the constant deep friction against the spot that made her thighs shake was winning.

I gave her the final stretch.

The cock thickened one last time and drove home in a hard, grinding thrust that pressed the flared head relentlessly against her cervix while the shaft rubbed every sensitive ridge inside her. At the same moment the invisible mouth on her breast sucked harder, teeth grazing the nipple just enough to send a sharp spike of sensation straight down to her core.

Ivory came.

Her entire body locked. A high, choked cry tried to rise and she swallowed it into a strangled whimper. Her cunt clamped down in hard, milking spasms around the thick shaft, forcing thick streams of clear fluid out around it. The wet sound was soft but filthy under the desk. Her thighs shook so hard the chair creaked. Juices soaked through her panties completely and ran down the insides of her legs in thin, visible trails that disappeared into her socks.

The classroom door opened.

An older instructor stepped in, expression neutral, clipboard in hand. He glanced around the room once, then spoke in a clear, carrying voice.

"Instructor Calista has asked me to inform you all that today’s remaining lessons are cancelled. You are dismissed. Collect your things and leave in an orderly fashion."

Chairs scraped. Students rose with relieved or still-confused murmurs. Bags were grabbed. The low rush of conversation filled the room as everyone began to file toward the exits.

Ivory stayed seated a moment longer, still trembling through the last pulses of her orgasm, the imaginary cock still buried deep inside her and throbbing. I left it there, thick and full, while she forced herself to stand. Her skirt clung to her thighs. Every step produced a soft, wet friction she could feel with humiliating clarity.

I finally pulled the length free as she reached the doorway.

The sudden emptiness made her knees dip. She caught herself against the frame, face burning, and stepped into the corridor.

I was already walking ahead of her, hands in my pockets, expression bored. She saw my back and took three quick steps after me before her body remembered the state of her underwear. The soaked fabric stuck to her swollen folds with every movement. A fresh trickle of release slid down the soft skin of her inner thigh. She stopped dead.

Her hand hovered halfway toward my shoulder.

Then she let it fall.

She turned instead and walked the other way, spine stiff, each step careful and slightly too controlled. The dark patch at the front of her skirt was still visible if anyone looked closely. She kept her head down and disappeared around the corner without a word.

I continued toward the exit without looking back.

The car was waiting in its usual spot. I slid into the passenger seat, shut the door, and leaned back against the headrest. One earbud went in. Soft music started. My eyes half-closed. To anyone watching I looked half-asleep already.

The opposite door opened.

May climbed in.

She was the one from that morning, the candidate whose affinity had registered at roughly seventy percent. Dark hair pulled back loosely, uniform still neat, expression politely curious as she settled into the seat beside me and closed her door. The driver pulled away from the curb without a word.

I did not open my eyes.

I simply reached out with the same invisible length and pressed the flared head against the soft crotch of her panties.

May’s breath caught.

I pushed.

The thick shaft forced her folds open in one slow, deliberate glide. Her thighs tensed hard against the seat. A soft, startled sound left her throat before she could stop it. I sank deeper until the full length was seated inside her, spreading her walls, the head resting heavy and deep. Her free hand gripped the edge of the seat. Her knees pressed together, trapping the cock more tightly between them.

I began to move.

Slow, deep strokes that made the wet sound of her cunt taking the length just loud enough for her to hear over the music in my earbud. Clear fluid was already soaking into the fabric of her panties. Every time I bottomed out her hips gave the tiniest forward twitch she could not control. Her breathing turned shallow. A faint flush rose across her cheeks.

I kept my head tilted back against the rest, eyes closed, expression completely relaxed.

Inside her I thickened the shaft halfway through the next thrust and fucked her harder.

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