The Ghost Inside - Chapter 15

“M-miss Smith?” I blinked.

She had just said something that both excited me, but also made me hesitate.

“Didn’t we agree on Emily?” She puffed out her cheeks unhappily.

“Ah… Emily.” I didn’t even know how else to respond.

It felt like whiplash. One moment, she was yelling at me like she wanted to punish me, and the next moment, she was showing me her black lace panties. More than that, I went from watching the inexperienced Tiffany and Amelia playing with each other to Miss Smith offering me her vagina. We had never had sex before, and now that I had settled things with Amelia and Tiffany, I didn’t want to ruin that by banging my teacher. On the other hand, I was so horny I could barely think straight, and she was right there and willing.

“About Amelia and Tiffany…”

“I already permitted you to play with Tiffany! Do you really want that dumb curvy girl, too?” She cried, letting her skirt fall and leaning toward me, showing significant cleavage before standing up and playing with her hair thoughtfully. “Well, it’s not like I don’t understand. Her body seems to be designed for sex. Even I like to play with that body.”

Is Miss Smith also a lesbian? Was it really possible that a threesome could become a foursome? I shook my head. I hadn’t even had the steak yet, and I was already complaining it wasn’t filet mignon. Amelia and Tiffany were close friends, and Tiffany was secretly in love with Amelia. It was a completely different situation that Miss Smith. How could the other two girls be comfortable sleeping with their teacher?

“We’ll have to see how she feels about it first.” Miss Smith finally spoke.

I didn’t really understand what Miss Smith meant. Amelia seemed completely on board a short time ago. She said she would do anything to make me happy. However, I didn’t know how much of that Miss Smith had overheard, so I decided not to mention it. Honestly, I was a bit afraid that Miss Smith would cause problems if things went south between us. She had never been the kind of teacher to put aside her prejudices.

As I was thinking this, Miss Smith seemed to have grown impatient, reaching out and grabbing my hand. The next thing I realized, she was putting it up her skirt. Rather than resist, my fingers immediately gravitated to the warm honey pot placed before them. Thoughts of Amelia and Tiffany immediately left my mind.

I slipped a pair of fingers passed her underwear and found she was already wet and ready. Miss Smith let out a groan the moment I slipped them in. Her pussy seemed to clamp around my fingers, and I found my heart racing as I rubbed her. Compared to Tiffany or Amelie, Miss Smith’s body was much more mature. She had thick pubic hair, and her pussy was very dynamic. I had to admit, it felt good. The walls were wet and warm, and the sounds they made as I pumped in were hot. I could only imagine how good my dick would feel once I was inside her.

“Ah… Dylan… please…” Miss Smith gasped, her body arching into my touch.

I couldn’t resist her plea, and in an instant, I was on top of her, my lips crashing onto hers, my tongue seeking hers. We ended up on the concrete floor, which, perhaps, wasn’t the most comfortable place, but it wasn’t the first time I had sex on the hard floors of the old school.

She met me with equal fervor, her hands roaming over my body, tugging at my clothes. I felt her fingers working on my belt, fumbling with the buckle as she desperately tried to free me. I was already rock hard, and the thought of her eagerness only made me harder. With a final tug, she managed to pull my pants down, revealing my throbbing cock.

She laughed in excitement, and I couldn’t help but grin at her enthusiasm, which seemed to match my own. I positioned myself between her legs, my cock brushing against her inner thighs.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” I asked, my voice low and husky.

She nodded, her eyes locked on mine, her lips parted in anticipation. I leaned down to kiss her again, our lips meeting in a passionate embrace. Once I thrust into her, she’d become the third woman I had slept with. Although we had done other stuff before, it had not been penetration. To me, this felt like it would change our relationship moving forward. Maybe it would be for the better. As the thought crossed my mind, I pushed forward, sliding into her.

She moaned as I filled her, her body arching up to meet mine. We began to move together, our hips finding a rhythm that felt natural and right. Her pussy was tight, gripping me with a heat that threatened to consume me. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I started to pound into her, feeling like I had been starving and she was a feast.

Her moans turned to cries as I fucked her, her fingers digging into my back, urging me on. We were lost in each other, our bodies moving in perfect harmony.

“Oh fuck! Dylan! Fuck me!” She cried out, her voice echoing off the walls of the roof.

The sun was starting to head toward evening, but I didn’t notice any of that. All of my attention was on Miss Smith, looking at me with her intense Blue eyes.

“I’ve missed this feeling.” Miss Smith lazily kissed my ear as she clung to me. “I love feeling you inside me.”

I wanted to mention that this was the first time I had ever been inside her, so how could I miss it? However, I was too busy thrusting into her. My hips moved in a steady rhythm as I conquered my teacher’s pussy.

Miss Smith moaned, her back arching slightly off the rough rooftop.

“Mmmm… I love every inch of your cock,” she said, her voice a breathy whisper.

My movements became more confident, my hips rocking back and forth, driving deeper into her. I could feel the tightness of her, the way her body gripped me, and it sent waves of pleasure coursing through me.

“You’re so tight,” I grunted, my breath coming in short gasps.

I thought she would be looser than Amelia and Tiffany, who were virgins first, but she seemed to be just as tight. In fact, sleeping with Miss Smith felt a lot like sleeping with Amelia. Their mannerisms and the noises they made sounded very similar. Miss Smith’s hands gripped my arms, her knuckles white as she held on to me.

“Fuck… fuck me harder,” she demanded, her voice a mix of pleasure and need.

I complied, my thrusts becoming more intense, my body slamming against hers with a loud smack. The sound of our bodies meeting echoed off the nearby walls, a primal rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart.

“Yes, fuck me!” Miss Smith screamed, her body bucking wildly against my thrusts. “Ooooh, yeah…’

I grunted, my body covered in a sheen of sweat, my muscles taut with effort. I could feel the pleasure building, the pressure in my balls tightening.

“I’m close,” I groaned, my voice strained.

Miss Smith’s legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper. “Come on, baby! Give it to me!” she cried out, her voice a desperate plea.

“Sh-should I? Inside?”

“Yes! Yes, inside me!” She begged.

I slammed into her with a final, powerful thrust, my body shaking as I came. I could feel my hot seed spurting into her, filling her. Miss Smith screamed, her own orgasm hitting her with the force of a tidal wave, her body convulsing around me.

We collapsed together, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. I rolled off her, pulling her close, our bodies still entwined.

“That was… amazing,” I whispered.

I really did it. I slept with my teacher. I thought I might feel guilty, but all I felt was bliss. Miss Smith was the same. She had a smile, her eyes closed, a look of pure bliss on her face.

“You’re amazing,” she murmured, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. “I love you so much.”

I kissed her forehead, my heart swelling with emotion.

“I love you too,” I replied, realizing that Miss Smith was nearly as important to me as the other girls.

Her twinkled as she rolled over. “Then, show me.”

I didn’t understand what she was aiming for until she put her butt up in the air and wagged it. I grinned, my dick already coming back to life. I couldn’t help but grab onto her shapely hips. Miss Smith arched her back, showing me her pussy still leaking, dripping out cum from earlier, but that didn’t turn me off at all. Rather, I was even more turned on. I grabbed my dick and entered her from behind. I started slow and deliberate, building the pleasure with each thrust.

“Oh god,” Miss Smith moaned, her voice a mix of pleasure and surprise. “Please, Dylan. Faster.”

I grunted, my hips moving with a primal rhythm, my body slamming against hers. Miss Smith pushed back against me, meeting each thrust with equal fervor. My movements are becoming more intense. I made long, hard thrusts, making sure my entire cock slid in and out of her. However, just as I was getting into it. She suddenly cried out. I thrust a bit too hard. Her arm slipped, and she ended up face-first on the concrete. Actually, her boobs kept her from hitting her face.

“S-sorry.” I coughed. “I didn’t mean to be rough.”

“N-no… actually, you can be rougher.” She blushed when I raised an eyebrow. “Actually… c-can you b-break me?”

“Eh? What do you mean?” I blinked.

“I just want you to be really aggressive.” She responded. “This body is disposable, but I want you to mark my soul!”

“How can I do that?”

“M-maybe… spanking? And just… go hard.” She looked a bit nervous, but somehow that made her even cuter.

“Are you sure? Don’t they have safe words for this kind of thing? Oh, I know, how about Spaghetti?”

“Spaghetti?” She blinked and then giggled. “Okay, then, fuck me! Fuck me like you mean it!”

I didn’t really need any further encouragement. I grabbed Miss Smith’s hips and pulled her against me, my cock sliding deeply back into her pussy. She moaned, her back arching as I began to thrust into her with renewed vigor. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed off the walls of the rooftop, a primal rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart.

Miss Smith’s moans turned to cries as I fucked her, her fingers digging into the concrete, her knuckles white as she held on. I could feel the tightness of her, the way her body gripped me, and it sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. My movements became more intense, my hips rocked back and forth, driving deeper into her. I was like an animal, fucking her hard and fast, the world around me fading away. All that mattered was the feeling of her body against mine, the sound of her moans in my ears, and the pleasure coursing through me.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh, god! Yes! Like that!” She cried out, her voice a mix of pleasure and need.

I raised a hand, hesitating only a second before slapping her ass. She gave out a cry as the crisp smack sounded out over the rooftop. It wasn’t the first time I had ever spanked a girl. I had done the same to Tiffany. However, I had been taking out some of my frustration on her for earlier. When it came to Miss Smith, it was a completely different feeling. I didn’t know if it was because she was my teacher and usually a source of authority, but there was something really exciting about spanking her.

I didn’t hesitate again, and every few thrusts, I would let my hand fly, and it would echo crisply throughout the roof. Each time, she’d cry out, but her voice seemed to grow more excited and she became even wetter.

“Yes, yes! Fuck me harder!” Miss Smith screamed, her body bucking wildly against my thrusts. “Ooooh, yeah….’

I didn’t know what I had unleashed in my teacher. I grabbed her hips and pulled her against me, my cock sliding deeply back into her. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed off the walls of the rooftop, a primal rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart.

“Yes, yes! Fuck me harder! Harder, baby!” Miss Smith’s voice was a desperate plea, her body trembling beneath mine.

I grunted, my hips slamming against hers with each thrust. I could feel my balls slapping against her ass, the wetness of her pussy coating my cock with each stroke. It was an intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain, a primal dance that had me on the edge of ecstasy.

I was panting, sweat dripping down my face. I could feel the pressure in my balls, the tightness in my muscles. In the distance, I heard the bell ringing, but I didn’t really care about that. Almost all of my focus was on pleasing that booty in front of me. She was bucking against me, nearly going as wild as I was. Her body was convulsing, and I was pretty sure she was cumming so hard her brain could barely think.

“Aggggnnn…” She moaned. “Dylan… hah… w-wait… was that the 4 o’clock bell? Oh, w-wait. Stop! I mean… spa-”

She suddenly went limp. I stopped for a moment. Miss Smith let out a strange groan and then shook her head.

“Spa… what?” I asked.

Miss Smith slowly turned her head to look back at me. As soon as she saw me, her eyes began to widen.

“Y-you!”

“Wrong answer!” I gave her ass another smack.

“Ah!” She cried out, but since she was okay, I started to thrust into her once again. “Haaaah… w-what are you doing to me?”

“I thought we were fucking?” I laughed, wondering if she was trying to add roleplay into our little activity.

“Haahh… you… dare…” She tried to pull away, but I grabbed onto her ass tightly and increased the speed, spanking her again.

“Oh, you’re a dirty girl.” I hummed, slapping her ass again.

“Ah! No! I can’t!” She cried out, but the way her pussy was clenching me said otherwise.

“Stop! Dylan, stop now!” She cried out.

“You’ve got to say the safe word!” I responded teasingly, finding her sudden resistance a bit exhilarating and secretly hoping she wouldn’t use it.

“What… safe word?” She cried. “Y-you, you can’t do this to your teacher!”

“You should have thought of that before we ended up like this,” I responded incredulously, wondering if her orgasm caused her brain to short-circuit. “Don’t worry, I’m almost there. I just want to cum in you again!”

“What? Y-you can’t… wait, what do you mean again?” She cried out. “Dylan, I’m not on protection!”

Her word caused my thrusting to slow for a moment. I felt nearly as panicked as when Dad had dropped the potential of a baby on me and Tiffany earlier. However, Tiffany was a dumb girl. Miss Smith was a smart woman. Surely, she’d be using protection! Why else would she have let me cum in her earlier, but now say she can’t? Maybe this was part of the role play. She did tell me to keep going until I was finished.

“Just let me finish!” I shook my head and started to thrust at my full strength.

“Aaaah!” She screamed, and she was immediately climaxing. “No, wait. I’m not… oh, god… no! No, no… no! Oh, don’t… stop… don’t stop!”

Her pussy was convulsing, and I couldn’t stop myself. With a final thrust, I came inside her. She was climaxing too. Her entire body shook as I continued to pump her full of my seed. Finally, with a groan, I collapsed on top of her. I didn’t pull out right away. Instead, I rested there, my dick still inside her, feeling the last of her tremors. She was panting like she had just run a marathon.

“Oh, god.” She finally regained her breath. “What have you done to me?”

She suddenly tried to push me off her, struggling until I finally sat up and let my dick fall out. She quickly stumbled away, a look of anger and regret on her face as she tried to cover her body from my vision.

“What are you talking about? What’s wrong with you?” I asked.

“You’re going to ask me that now?” She responded darkly. “First, I get a call from a restaurant and find out you stole and tried to use my card. Then, I catch you harassing two of my best students. Now, you just… just… had your way with me!”

“Is that a problem?”

“You! How can you do that to a teacher and not think it’s a problem?”

“Because we’ve done it before?” I blinked.

“We…” She looked confused for a second, but then realization appeared on her face. “You’re the reason I woke up feeling sticky and unclean! What did you do? Did you drug me?”

“How could that be the case?” I asked.

“The last thing I remember, I came out on the roof, saw you with those two girls… and then…” She looked down at my penis, still growing soft, and blushed. “You must have done something.”

“Look, you came on to me. You don’t remember? You’re the one who showed me your underwear and said you were horny!”

“Is that really the defense you’re going with?”

“Why are you being so weird? If you didn’t want to have sex, you wouldn’t be wearing underwear like that, right?”

“That’s none of your business! I’m only dressed like this because…” Her eyes widened. “My date!”

She spun and ran to the door, but when she got there, she stopped and looked back at me.

“This school was supposed to be clean already. I’ll give you one last chance. If you clean it, I’ll… I’ll overlook what you did to me today. If not… I’ll make sure you’re not just expelled, but you go to jail!”

With that, she turned and ran away, leaving me alone on the roof. I was more confused than I had ever been.