Nerd Pleasured by the Unseen Slut
Andrew Murphy
There were times I was glad I could take off my glasses.
Like when my mom was bending over to pick something up and I noticed how tight her jeans fit across her butt. I was nineteen. Even though it was Mom, that was enough to make me get hard. I took off my glasses, turning the world into a blurry mess.
It was just wrong. She was my mom. Moms shouldn't be hot. At least not my mom. My friends' moms could be hot. Could be MILFs, but not Mom. Just like my sister shouldn't be flouncing around in a halter top that molded to her big breasts.
Why did my big sis have to have big boobs?
Why did I have to waste this hardon on them and not some of the girls (or hot teachers) at my school? It was disgusting that I was getting a chub for them. So I kept my glasses off as Shelly (my big sister) chatted with Mom.
They were talking about periods. Shelly was glad to over hers. I could take off my glasses, but not stop up my ears. I groaned, wishing I had a brother. Or that dad was still alive. I just focused on my shredded wheat cereal and glanced at my phone. I was reading
Above the Storm
, a fantasy book I found on Amazon.
"Oh, look at the time!" Mom gasped. "You have to get to class. Here's your lunch."
I nodded. Not for the first time I wished I went away to college instead of being lazy and staying at home. I hated school—other than the cute girls there. It was just so boring. I could get A's if I tried, and I got B's when I didn't, so why bother?
I would drop out, but Mom would freak out.
I took my lunch from Mom. I was nineteen and in college, and she still made me brown bag it. Oh, yeah, I really regretted not going out of state for college. I put on my glasses and rushed out the door. I was heading to my car—at least I had my own car—when the door opened.
"Wait, for me!" Shelly gasped. She didn't have her own car despite being older than me. She thought driving was stupid. She always had her boyfriends or other friends drive around. "I need a ride. Christy is sick."
I sighed. How did she get away with wearing shorts that short at our college?
"Fine," I muttered, hoping she didn't notice the bulge. I readjusted before climbing in.
She hopped in, her straight, brown hair spilling over her shoulders. She stretched, her big breasts jiggling out of the corner of my eyes. They invented bras. And her legs were so toned. A slight tan to them.
Fuck, why did my sister have to be so hot? Why did I have to think about her at all?
I must be sick. There had to be something wrong with me for getting a bone at Mom and my sister.
I drove to our school, Montrose College. I pulled into the student parking lot. My sister was out of the car in the flash, her shorts riding up into her butt-crack. She darted off, leaving me aching so badly. I overslept, so no morning jackoff.
I was feeling that need as I readjusted again.
I climbed out and headed to my first class. They did hour classes at this college. It was weird. I moved through the halls, ogling girls I wasn't related to. Girls that were just so beautiful. I wished I had a girlfriend. I would love to have another hand jack me off or a warm mouth to blow me. Or even a hot pussy to fuck.
The simple things, right?
I reached Mrs. Simpson's class. I loved having English with Mrs. Simpson. She had big boobs and wore these tight-fitting cardigans that must be shaped to show off her tits. They were modest and yet I could see how big they were.
How amazing they were.
I sat in the front row, eager to learn from the curly-haired brunette MILF. She also wore skirts. I loved skirts. They went down past her knees and she had pantyhose on. I just smiled as she beamed at me.
"Good morning, Andrew," she said. "Ready to talk about Beowulf!"
"Yep," I said, my copy of the battered, little paperback I had bought in a used bookstore on my desk. I had taken notes. I could try for a hottie like her.
She wasn't the only one that made my dick hard, of course. There were other cuties in the classroom like Cassidy, this nerdy girl that usually sat in my row. She was probably the sort of girl I could date. Her sandy-blonde curls spilled around her face, and her bangs half-hid her glasses. She was shy. Every time I tried to talk to her, she scurried off.
Lashonda strolled in, a Black girl with sass, her straight hair falling down her back. She moved with this delicious wiggle to her hips which was amazing to watch. I mean, my mouth was watering as I watched her sashay her ass to the back of the room. I watched her in those tight jeans.
Nice.
Lastly, there was Allie, a peppy and slender girl with pigtails. They bounced around her shoulder as she wore a smile. She was always so energetic. I pictured her bouncing on my cock, her pigtails flying and little titties jiggling.
"Yes, yes, I love your big dick, Andrew,"
her voice echoed in my mind.
God, I wanted to jackoff to all of them.
English was a very painful class. I was so hard. I just wanted to slip off, but it was so messed up to jerk off in the bathroom. I mean, at school. I couldn't do that. I just had to endure it until I got home. Then I would be fantasizing about my favorite girls.
My second class of the day was math taught by Mrs. Carter. She was also a busty MILF, but she didn't show off her tits the way Mrs. Simpson did. Still, Mrs. Cater was a sexy woman. Her blonde hair fell down her back, straight and glossy. That was neat.
Shauna was one of the highlights of math. Her curly, black hair framed her pale face. She was a slender thing, but she had such plump lips. Cock-sucking lips. I would savor them around my dick. She ignored me when I smiled at her, lifting up her face.
So did Mina, the other highlight of my math class. A cutie with dark-brown, curly hair and a sway to her hips. She wore a tight V-neck T-shirt that hugged her found melons. Was she wearing a bra? Because she was nippley today.
I hoped she wasn't.
Well, I had more material for the spank bank. Who would I be thinking about when I got home? The possibilities were endless. So many girls to jerk off to. My next class, Social Studies, added more, including the sexy redhead who taught the class.
Ms. Alundra.
Not Miss, but
Ms.
Alundra. That sexy z sound. Her red hair was thick and curly, always moving as she taught us. She was young, wearing skinny jeans and trendy tops, her smiles lighting up the room. Every boy drooled over her.
I hardly paid attention to the lesson.
This class was stuffed full of other hotties from Janice the blonde cheerleader with the perky tits to Amber, another blonde who had long, straight hair that fell to her cute rump. And I couldn't forget Mary with her black hair in a French braid. It always swayed down her back.
I was blessed with cuties to inspire my jerk-off sessions. I always tried to have three wanks a day. Morning, afternoon, and before bed.
Lunch brought some relief. I would sit with a few of my friends and talk nerdy stuff. Like which Marvel character could kick which DC character's ass. Or who won, Star Wars ships versus Star Trek Ships? Invariably, 40k ships would win.
40k always won in those sorts of talks. I mean, what was more over the top than 40k?
Then it was art with Mrs. Jennings with her large boobs and her curly, black hair. She was talking about passion. About expression. I loved how she expressed herself with a scarf about her neck, the tails dipping into her cleavage. I wanted to snorkel in Mrs. Jennings's boobies.
I was glad I took the class. I needed the elective credits, and I thought it would be easy, but... It was enlightening to picture her naked. I wished she would pose nude for the class to sketch. A pipe dream, I know.
Or maybe one of the other hotties in the class could do it. Britney with her curly, blonde hair and petite figure. Or black-haired Natti. She would have a great ass even if her tits were small. Or better yet, Donna and those nice tits she must have. At least C's. She would look stunning naked, her straight, brown hair falling over her breasts, her pink nipples peeking out.
But, no, if any of the girls were to pose naked would be Nina. The Hispanic girl had a large pair. Double D's if not larger. And the golden hue of her skin would be fun to paint. She wore a French braid which gave her this... sophisticated beauty. Busty and elegant.
God, I needed to jackoff.
Luckily, my next class didn't have a hot teacher. Mr. Edward was a gaunt man who lived off coffee. He taught computer science, the only class I really liked for the material. Not a lot of hot girls in it, but curly-haired Callie and Olivia with her straight tresses spiced things up. Both had a nice set of titties that were fun to ogle in between bouts of coding.
And they always needed help.
Just not the help I craved to give them.
My final class was the purest torture. PE. Such a dumb class, but the girls all wore shorts and tank tops. So did the coach. With her whistle often between her plump lips, Coach Jenny was a stunning woman. Long legs, an athletic build, and a nice set of tits, her brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. I wanted to follow her every command, but...
So much running.
It was hard to run when so hard because I had to do stretches behind Alita and Melissa, two perky girls with curly hair and nice asses. Such glorious asses. Why did their shorts have to cling to their butts? It was such torture.
I was glad when it was over. I skipped the shower. I mean, I could just drive straight home. Mom would, hopefully, not be around. She had her own business making crafts and selling on Esty, but she often was out with her friends in the afternoon. When I got home, the house was all mine.
I jumped in the shower. It was a nice one. I pictured the various hotties before finding my release.
Thank God for that.
Of course, I was still so horny I was jacking off once I was out of the shower. Then before dinner. And a final wank session before I fell asleep. That was my life. Wake up, jerk off, go to school, get cockteased by every hottie, go home to wank, get cockteased by my sister and get embarrassed by my hardon, do my homework and wank, watch some twerking on TikTok then wank, and play some video games before heading to bed for a final round of self-pleasure.
I dreamed of hotties until my alarm clock woke me up.
That was my life.
It was so humdrum. Just the same stuff over and over again.
I swear, my big sister waits for me to leave my room before stepping out of the bathroom in a tiny towel wrapped around her body that hardly covers the cheeks of her ass and her tits are about to fall out. She squealed like it was a shock and darted away, leaving me hard again.
Fucking bitch. She had to do that on purpose.
And when she came down for breakfast, she had a top with an oval cut out that showed off her tits. No bra. How did she get away with wearing that at school? And for pants, she had on jeggings that molded to her ass.
She sat down and smirked at me as I shifted around.
She knew she made me hard. I hated her.
At least today, she got a ride with her friends. Then it was sitting through my first three classes, turned on by my teachers and the girls in them. In my second class, I swear Shauna was staring at me when I came in before looking away.
