Carli's Cocktease Caper

Carli came into the bathroom to the sight of Sera sobbing and Val comforting her. Carli blinked in surprise and hurried over to her friends, their request to meet her in such an odd place now clear. “What happened?”
 
Val looked up at her as she rubbed the crying girl’s back. “Sera tried asking out Donovan.”
 
Carli felt a pang of sympathy in her chest. “Oof. Didn’t go well?”
 
Sera looked up, tears streaking her mascara. “He said he didn’t date pigs!” She sniffled, trying to stop herself from sobbing more. “He said it right there in the hall! Everyone laughed! I was so embarrassed!”
 
Carli frowned and reached out to give her friend a hug. “Aw, hun. I’m so sorry.”
 
Sera let out a shuddering breath, but nodded against Carli’s shoulder. “Th-thanks.”
 
“Look on the bright side,” said Val. “The guy is clearly a retard if that’s the best insult he could come up with. You dodged a bullet not dating him.”
 
“He’s in, like, three AP classes,” said Sera. Val and Carli shared an eye roll; Sera had been mooning over the studly senior for half the semester; even after the crushing rejection, she piped up in his defense almost out of reflex.
 
“Right, so he’s not stupid, he’s just an asshole,” Carli said.
 
Sera pulled out of the hug, frowned deeply, but nodded in agreement. “Yeah. A real jerk.”
 
“We should do something to get him back,” said Val. “He didn’t have to be so mean!”
 
The two glanced at Carli, Sera with hopeful eyes, Val with a glint of mischief in hers. Carli smirked, pushing up her glasses in such a way as to try and catch the light, and thrust out a hand in a dramatic sweep. “Hmph. Leave it me,” she said in an attempt at a deep, smooth voice.
 
Both her friends’ brows furrowed, not getting the anime reference. Carli, realizing her attempt at otaku humor was lost on her normie friends, sighed and relaxed back into a normal stance. “I’ll get him back for you,” she clarified.
 
Sera nodded, giving her a grateful smile. “Don’t hurt him or anything, just, I dunno, do something that’ll humiliate him like he did me!”
 
Val grinned, “And don’t let him enjoy it too much!”
 
Carli grinned right back. “Trust me, the pleasure will be all mine!” So saying, she vanished from the two girls’ sight. Then, like a ghost, she walked out of the bathroom straight through the wall.
 
***
 
Ever since that fateful encounter on her eighteenth birthday, Carli had been blessed with a strange power. On that night, she’d gotten drunk at a bar where eighteen was still the legal drinking age. She’d met a mysterious young woman who looked like a supermodel (at least to her inebriated eyes), but turned out to have the same nerdy interests as she. Carli, who swung both ways, found herself going home with the girl, and lost her virginity in what could have only been described as a divine experience.
 
She still couldn’t wrap her head around what had happened that night. The memories were a blur of sexual scenarios right out of the most bizarre hentai, her memories so vivid, yet so surreal. She mainly remembered the pleasure itself; every now and then, she would gasp awake in the middle of the night, her pussy wet, her clitoris throbbing, as she swore she felt the echoes of that wild experience still caressing her.
 
She never got the girl’s name. But the morning after, as Carli’s mind slowly pieced itself back together through the sea of euphoric cool down, the stranger had smiled and kissed her, and said that was the most fun she’d had in a while. For being such a good sport, she was going to leave Carli with a special gift.
 
When she had full control of her faculties again, the girl was gone, but Carli felt something different about herself. By an unexpected intuition, she focused on that feeling and willed something to happen. And to her great surprise, she found she could become a ghost.
 
A really horny, mischievous ghost.
 
***
 
Carli wasn’t worried about skipping class. Due to a special arrangement, she only had to take morning classes this semester, while she took afternoon classes at a community college for advanced credits. Those classes, thankfully, were only thrice a week, and this was her off day; after the lunch period, she had her ample time to track down Donovan and avenge her friend.
 
She passed through the halls silently and invisibly, walking through walls and people alike. None of them were the wiser, except those she specifically wanted to know. For two male seniors and one female teacher, she allowed the tiniest glimmer of feeling as she passed through them. A feather-soft brushing against the boy’s cocks and the teachers nipples and clit. Each of the three jumped in place and looked around, half-excited, half-panicked, but when Carli did nothing more to them, they quickly composed themselves and hurried along. Well, one of the boys rushed to the bathroom to frantically masturbate; he’d always been a hair trigger.
 
Carli giggled to herself as she watched the boy run off. She’d become a real minx since getting her powers. She’d always been a horny girl, with lots of lewd thoughts, but she’d kept it to herself. Being a scrawny nerd with coke-bottle glasses, she’d been too unconfident to come out of her shell and get what she craved. But ever since her fateful night, she’d been bolder and bolder about her sex life. Having her powers did wonders to boost her adventurous side; when she could go anywhere and be completely anonymous, she had few worries that her sexcapades could come back to bite her. Only Sera and Val knew she was the mysterious “horny ghost” that rumors said haunted the school.
 
Most people didn’t believe the rumors, of course. She restricted herself to only playing with those of legal age, meaning she only went after other eighteen year olds, and a few of the younger teachers. All in all, the total pool of playmates was comparatively small. Likewise, she usually only played with people privately, only after getting their consent, and swearing them to secrecy.
 
Obviously someone had blabbed, but she wasn’t too worried. The fantasies of horny teens weren’t given much weight especially with no proof. Today, however, a certain senior stud named Donovan was about to become her first guinea pig for just how far she could take things without being outright proven to exist!
 
She finally found him in the advanced math class. She smiled as she strode into the room, no one the wiser. Mr. Tenny was the teacher, a slick twenty-something whom she’d coaxed to fuck her right on his desk a few times. However, none of the other students, despite all being eighteen, were anyone she’d played with. It was a small class, only twelve people in total. Mr. Tenny knew better than to call her out, if he ever wanted to feel her pussy again; she could take her time here.
 
The students were seated in three rows; Donovan was in the back corner. Not ideal, but the students were clustered close enough, he wasn’t going to be able to hide too easily.
 
Carli glanced him over. He certainly was a stud, she couldn’t deny it. And he was sizeable, from what she’d heard in the locker room. As he sat there, somewhat slouching in his desk, she could see some of that size already. She followed his gaze, and noticed he was staring at the back of a in the front row. She was wearing one of those strapless tank tops, the one that had a single loop tied behind the neck, which exposed nearly her whole back while moderately covering her front. Donovan wasn’t the only guy staring; Carli recognized a nerdy boy from her history class gazing glassy-eyed at the girl’s bare back, leaned over in his seat to hide his throbbing erection.
 
Carli smiled to herself and made a mental note to play with him at a later date. The bare-backed girl was a cutie, but she suspected it was the fact that she obviously wasn’t wearing a bra that had the boys’ attention. Carli also made a note to check on this girl in the future.
 
For now, though, her target was the stud who had hurt her friend. And what better way to get back at a cock-sure boy that liked to humiliate girls in public, than to fuck with his cock in a public place? Carli stepped over, sliding through his desk and legs as she kneeled down in front of him.
 
What she liked best about her power was the fine-tuned control. She could manipulate what part of her body was solid, or even just semi-solid, enough so she could easily touch other things and people, but keep most of herself intangible so they could not touch her. This trick was how she was able to walk through walls, but not sink through the floor she was walking on; she kept the bottommost sliver of her feet or shoes tangible while in contact with the ground, unless she specifically wanted to sink through it.
 
A more fun use, however, was reaching right through someone’s clothes to touch them while completely invisible and silent! Now, as she kneeled between, and through, Donovan’s legs, she reached up, through the chair and his thighs, right through his shorts, and made the very tips of her fingers just solid enough that he could feel them as she tickled his ball sack.
 
Donovan jumped in his seat, clutching the desk. A few students glanced over at him as he straightened in his seat. Mr. Tenny paused his lecture and looked over towards them.
 
“Something wrong, Don?”
 
“Uh, no, just bumped my desk. Sorry.”
 
Mr. Tenny shrugged and went back to explaining trigonometry. The other students turned away. Donovan looked down at his crotch, thinking for a moment he must have imagined it. He didn’t realize he was looking right at Carli.
 
The ghostly girl giggled and reached through his pants again, gently wrapping her fingers around his mostly hard cock. She made the surface of her hand solid enough to get a grip, and gave him a few quick strokes.
 
Donovan managed not to jump, but he gripped his desk tightly. He leaned over, turning as much as he could to hide his crotch, and reached into his shorts to grab at himself. His cock shrank quickly as he panicked, thinking a bug had gotten into his pants.
 
However, a few seconds of feeling around revealed nothing. He glanced around nervously, but everyone else was occupied with following the lecture, zoning out from it, or hiding their attempts to text.
 
Donovan checked himself one more time, but satisfied himself that nothing was intruding in his pants. He looked around the floor to see if a bug was making its escape, but of course, there was nothing. Carli waited until he started to relax. Then she grasped his cock again and started stroking it steadily.
 
Donovan clutched his desk one more time, and stayed hunched over, his eyes widening. There was no mistaking it this time; a female hand was stroking him! Despite his earlier panic, his cock was eagerly responding.
 
He glanced down, but all he could see was his own cock tenting his shorts. There was a very slight shifting motion beneath the cloth as the skin of his cock was very clearly being moved, but he could not make out what was causing it, not even the hint of an actual hand.
 
“Holy shit,” he whispered softly. Was this the legendary Horny Ghost? Were the rumors of a kinky poltergeist haunting the school actually true?!
 
No way. No fucking way! That was just some stupid sex fantasy the nerds spread around, because their dork asses couldn’t get laid. There was no way a ghost was jacking him off right now.
 
But how else could he explain the invisible fingers gripping his growing cock, stroking him with a technique that displayed experience. Having been jerked by girls who’d never handled a cock before his, the difference was stark. No limp wrist, no clumsy, unsure grip, no half-hearted tugging. This feminine hand knew exactly the right pressure and speed to stroke him, knew exactly where to press her fingers. It was good, almost as good as using his own hand.
 
He swallowed hard, and glanced around. He slowly leaned back again, and scooted his chair up to hide as much of his crotch underneath his desk as possible. And just as he settled in, his eyes went wide as he felt a hot, wet sheath envelope him! He glanced down, jaw agape, as he felt a girl’s mouth start sucking on his cock!
 
Carli let out a soft moan as she imbibed the stud’s member. He was only a little bit above average in length, but he was thicker than most other guys she’d been with. His cock head filled her small mouth, giving her only a few inches clearance to bob her head. She tried to deep throat him, but gagged from the effort. That was still a trick she needed to work on.
 
No matter, though. Carli had enough experience to drive a guy wild just suckling and tonguing his cock head. She applied her techniques in earnest as she slightly quickened her firm stroking.
 
Donovan grit his teeth. The ghostly girl’s attentions felt so good. He’d never been a hair trigger before, but he’d already been working himself up mentally from staring at his classmate’s bare back, and he hadn’t had sex in a week. This mysterious stranger was handling his cock like no other girl he’d been with! Most of the young women he’d fucked just let him do what he wanted to their various holes; even the one or two who’d been half-way decent at foreplay weren’t very enthusiastic with it. This invisible girl between his legs was aggressive and talented; this was the cock-handling of a porn star!
 
If Carli could read minds, she would have been flattered. But such flattery would still not have tempted her to be merciful. This was just the warm up! She carefully studied Donovan’s reactions, adjusting her grip and sucking technique bit by bit, seeing what methods worked best. Once she’d found the ideal rhythm, she worked him steadily until she felt his cock clench at the edges of climax!
 
Donovan grit his teeth and his hands. He was about to blow his load, right there in class! FUCK! He wanted to run to the bathroom, but that would mean dashing past the whole class with his boner tenting his pants. If the ghost followed him and kept stroking, would he even make it in time?
 
He grit his teeth. He was seconds from cumming. There was no stopping it. He was going to fill his shorts! The best he could do was keep quiet, let it happen, and then once his cock started to soften, he’d run to the bathroom and clean up. With any of the girls he’d been with before, he could have fought the urge and waited it out, but there was no resisting this ghostly lover!
 
And then suddenly, the ghost girl stopped!
 
Donovan’s whole body stayed tense for a moment as Carli pulled her hands away. Practicing on a couple dozen cocks over the past few months had taught her how to read a boy very well; she stopped a couple seconds earlier than was probably necessary, but it was still close enough to give him one hell of an edging.
 
Donovan slowly let out a breath. He took a glance beneath his desk, both thankful his mystery girl had stopped, but also wishing she hadn’t. He’d been so close! All he wanted now was to reach down and finish himself. But of course, he wasn’t going to do that in class! His cock was still rock hard, but if he waited a minute to soften, he could run to the bathroom and do it there. Then, at least, he wouldn’t mess his shorts.
 
A couple minutes passed, and his cock reluctantly started to shrink. Donovan started to relax more fully, thinking maybe it was over. If that was all, then he could cool down enough to not need to jerk it in the bathroom like a virgin loser.
 
But then, just before he went fully soft, she came back! Carli wrapped her hands around him again, and started stroking in earnest; once he was fully hard again, she resumed sucking him. It only took a couple minutes to bring him back to the edge, and she again let go before he could go over.
 
She let him cool off until he was starting to soften again, then resumed her stroking and sucking. The third time she let go, Donovan didn’t wait until he was starting to go soft. His hand shot up to get the teacher’s attention.
 
Mr. Tenny had his back to the class as he wrote a complex equation, so Carli had only a minute to spare. She reached down, touched Donovan’s shoes, and caused the laces to become intangible. With a practiced finesse, she made a small noose out of the lace, tied one end to the small bar set between the legs of his chair, then reached up and looped the noose around his balls, letting it turn solid, and cinching it tight.
 
Donovan yelped as his nuts became pinned to the chair, the thin rope fused with the wood of the seat as it solidified, anchoring it tight. The whole class turned to look back at him. As they did, she quickly took the second lace and made another noose, cinching it to his balls before linking it to the bottom of his desk.
 
“Don, what is the problem?” said Mr. Tenny, looking at him with exasperation.
 
Only the desk and the angle of his slouch kept everyone from seeing Donovan’s raging boner, and the growing pre-cum stain spreading on his shorts. Unable to go anywhere with his nuts securely bound, he opened his mouth to tell the truth.
 
Carli was on her feet and leaning towards his ear in a heartbeat. She let her silence power slip just enough to let only Donovan hear her. “Say one fucking word, and I will cut them off.”
 
Donovan’s jaw worked. Everyone was looking at him expectantly. “I… uh… I was about to… to sneeze and… I guess I…”
 
Mr. Tenny’s brow furrowed. “Don, are you okay? do you need to step out for a minute?”
 
“Fine! I’m fine! Sorry!”
 
After another tense moment, everyone shook their hands and turned back. “What a weirdo,” said the girl with the bareback top. Carli savored Donovan’s hopeless look. He’d no doubt wanted to score with her, and the odds of that were a lot lower now.
 
But he shouldn’t worry about some other girl. Right now, he was Carli’s toy. She went back between his legs, and this time, started licking his bound balls. Donovan drew in a breath and looked down, desperate to see who was doing this to him. His cock throbbed tightly against the bottom of the desk, the sudden binding forcing the edge to press against the spot just below the head. It could have felt good with a little more slack, but bound as he was, the pressure was too much, grinding uncomfortably. He tried to push the desk away, but the second noose around his cock tugged painfully. The same if he tried to lift his butt off his chair, the first noose kept him in place. He’d been given no leeway to move.
 
This worked well for Carli; the way he was positioned, with his hard cock pinned and his balls pulled down, would help stave off his orgasms longer.
 
For the rest of the class period, thirty whole minutes, Carli worked his cock with expert skill. Over and over, she brought him to the edge, getting him closer and closer to the limit each time. His bindings did indeed delay his orgasms, letting her take him further than she would have dared otherwise. By the end, Donovan was biting his inner lip and gritting his teeth hard, fighting the urge to moan and whimper in pleasure. He kept squirming in his seat, his hips jerking as she edged him, only his bindings keeping him from moving too much.
 
And then, finally, five minutes before the bell rang, Carli brought him right the brink one final time. She ghosted away the laces that bound his balls, freeing him. As they dropped away, she reached right up through his ass, and closed her hand around a small, round organ that most teen boys knew very little about. She let her fingers go semi-solid, and right as she felt his cock clench hard, she gave his prostate a gentle, but firm squeeze.
 
Donovan screamed as he felt an indescribably strange, but intense pleasure bloom deep inside him, coinciding with the irresistible pleasure from his cock. His hips bucked upwards, grinding his crotch against the bottom of his desk, and causing his cock head to pop out from under the waistband of his shorts. A split-second later, he came harder than he ever had in his life!
 
Carli kept stimulating him as the other students watched in shock; those in adjacent desks leaped out of their chairs and backed away, as the helpless teen started shooting cum like a geyser! Semen sprayed everywhere, hosing the helpless boy down from head to thighs, and covering his desk and the wall. It was good Donovan was in the back corner seat, because several shots went clear over his head to splatter against the empty desks behind him!
 
“AAAH!” cried the girl with the bareback top. “What the fuck are you doing, you freak?!”
 
“Holy shit, dude!” said the guy who’d been sitting in front of him. He was very glad he had moved as he watched a stray shot of spunk hit the seat of his chair.
 
Carli kept stimulating the poor boy, sucking his cock with reckless abandon, and within seconds, she was introducing Donovan to the wonders of Post-Orgasm Torture. The helpless stud fell to the floor as he trashed like a fish out of water, clutching at his crotch, whimpering like a girl as Carli milked him of every drop.
 
Most of the students just gawked, but two of the girls were quick to take pictures. As Carli noticed the camera flashes, she finally stopped, and released her over-stimulated victim.
 
She might have overdone it a bit. Donovan was in tears, and there was no way his reaction to her stimulation could be mistaken as him just secretly jerking off. Still, her invisibility and silence powers were in full effect; everyone was looking right through her, completely focused on the cummed out boy at her feet.
 
“Donovan!” said another guy. “What the fuck, dude?”
 
“Th-th-the ghost!” Donovan whined as he stiffly got to his feet. “The Horny Ghost was sucking me off!”
 
The barebacked girl shuddered. “Like hell it was! Ghosts aren’t real! You were humping your desk, we all saw it!”
 
Everyone nodded in agreement. Donovan was red as a tomato, his pleasure half-forgotten in his complete humiliation. His jaw worked, and rather than say anything more, he grabbed his things and ran from the room.
 
Everyone jumped out of his way, not wanting to get his cum wiped on them. It was only after he left that someone said, “Wait a minute, get back here and clean up your spunk!”
 
But Donovan was already long gone. And right then, the bell rang to signal class was over, causing everyone to jump. Mr. Tenny finally spoke up, making shooing motions with his hands. “Alright, just, everyone go, I’ll call the janitor or something. Go, get out of here.”
 
The students weren’t about to argue, all of them shuffling quickly out the door. Some still looked shocked, but several were already theorizing on what had actually happened. By the beginning of the next class period, the rumor mill was already in full swing.
 
Carli took a moment to savor her successful payback. She had pulled one hell of load out of Donovan. Even she couldn’t quite believe the size of the mess. She didn’t envy the guy who had to mop it up.
 
As she turned, she saw Mr. Tenny staring at her. For a second, she froze, and felt a twinge of panic, thinking she’d dropped her invisibility unconsciously. Then she realized he wasn’t actually seeing her. She was still perfectly invisible, he was just looking at the spot where he thought she might still be.
 
“Are you still here?” he said, hesitantly. “If you are, then listen to me: you can’t do stuff like that! What were you thinking?”
 
Carli said nothing, just strode up to him until she was within kissing distance. His eyes were still staring towards the back of the room, completely unaware she was right in front of him. She smirked, stepped right through him, and gave his ass a light smack. Mr. Tenny jumped and whirled around, but there was nothing to see. Carli kept on walking, right through the wall and into the other room, leaving the teacher to clean up the studly jerk’s mess.
 
***
 
“Oh my god! Look at him! Jeez, I didn’t think a guy could even cum that much!”
 
“How could he even stand up after that?”
 
Sera and Val burst out laughing as they looked at the pictures of Carli’s handiwork. The girls who’d taken the photos had of course sent them around to their friends, and one of them had posted the pictures online.
 
Carli smiled smugly. “He’s not walking straight for a couple days, that’s for sure!”
 
“Poor guy,” said Sera. “I almost feel bad for him.”
 
“Yeah,” said Val. “I mean, you’ve completely ruined him for all other women! I told you not to let him enjoy it too much!”
 
Carli grinned. “He’ll be having nightmares about that orgasm, I assure you!”
 
“You really cut it close, though,” said Val. “If this doesn’t prove there’s at least something supernatural going on at the school, I don’t know what will.”
 
“Everyone’s saying he was humping his desk,” said Sera. “No one believes him that it was the so-called Horny Ghost.” She frowned as she looked the picture over again. “I hope he’s actually okay, though. I wanted him humiliated, but this could really get him into serious trouble, if they think he was jacking off in class.”
 
“He’ll be fine. The school isn’t going to expel him or anything, and this will pretty much blow over by next week.”
 
Val shook her head. “How can you be so sure?”
 
Carli smiled and shrugged. “Another aspect of my powers, I guess. Something I can’t control, but makes sure my pranks don’t have too harsh of lasting consequences. Donovan sure isn’t going to forget this, but everyone else will misremember it as, I dunno, he fell asleep in class and had a wet dream. Still embarrassing as hell, but technically not something he could have helped.”
 
The other girls shook their heads, giving her bemused smiles.
 
“You’re a lucky bitch, you know that?” said Val.
 
“Yep!” said Carli with a laugh. She suspected there was more to it than luck, that the girl who’d given her these powers had also done something to ensure their secrecy. She didn’t really worry about the details, just so long as it let Carli continue her erotic adventures!