The Ghost Inside - Chapter 4

I watched in bewilderment as Ms. Smith examined herself in front of the full-length mirror located within the infirmary. She had a strange giddiness to her as if her very essence had transformed. Her usual sour demeanor toward me was nowhere to be seen, and she looked genuinely relaxed and happy. She twirled around, her long skirt flaring out, before she giggled. She ran her hands over her body, accentuating her curves, her eyes filled with a mixture of excitement and curiosity.

My face instinctively turned red. The way she was touching her body caused me to also focus on her more feminine features. Ms. Smith was an attractive woman, with a figure that was both seductive and alluring. Her red hair, usually tied back in a right bun, now cascaded down her shoulders in loose waves. Her eyes, a striking blue, held a playful glint that I had never seen before. Her body was toned and shapely, with curves in all the right places. She wore a fitted blouse that accentuated her ample breasts and an ankle-length skirt that hugged her hips, a slit in the side being all that showed off her long, slender legs.

Once I had found her unconscious on the floor, I had taken her to the infirmary, not sure what else to do. Of course, this was an infirmary in the abandoned old school. It was only used for storage and overflow from the main campus. There would be no nurse here available to check Ms. Smith out. She did need to be checked out. She was acting like a completely different woman. I may have the lowest grades in my class, but I wasn’t an idiot. I was able to put two and two together. She had hit her head and had a concussion.

There was no way I would bring her to the main campus though. Once it got out that Ms. Smith was injured while visiting me in the old school, people would immediately accuse me of attacking her. The students would spread rumors, and I’d probably get suspended if I were lucky, but possibly even get police involved. I couldn’t allow that to happen, so I had to fix this myself.

There was just one problem. I knew absolutely nothing about concussions or checking someone’s health outside of medical dramas. Then again, I had watched a lot of television. How hard could this be? I had no other choice. I needed to man up and figure this out. I stepped forward and cleared my throat. Ms. Smith turned back to me, wearing a big smile.

“What do you think?” Holding her dress wide.

“Ms. Smith, I think I need to check you for injuries,” I ordered, a bit surprised at how stern my voice sounded. “Can you please sit down on the bed?”

To my surprise, Ms. Smith complied without hesitation. She walked over to the bed and plopped down. She then tilted her head and watched me innocently. I gulped, walking up to her. The first thing I needed was to reach out and touch her arms. I was checking for bruises or any signs of trauma.

“Does that hurt?” I asked.

She shook her head. Her skin was soft and warm under his touch. The smell of her perfume, a sweet and intoxicating scent, filled the air, making it hard for me to concentrate. Worst off, I realized I ran out of exposed body to check. Her body was covered with her blouse, and her legs were covered with his skirt. The only way I could continue my exam was to remove more of her clothing. I couldn’t help but gulp.

“Um, I’ll need you to undress.” My mouth felt dry as I spoke such bold words.

I was expecting Ms. Smith to reject me, or even slap me, but what happened next left me shocked. She reached down and lifted her blouse. She then stood up, unzipped her skirt, and let it fall to the floor. I gasped in surprise. Ms. Smith was now standing there in just her bra, underwear, and high heels. She was wearing a matching white lace lingerie set, with a garter belt that held up her stockings. Her body was on full display, and I couldn’t help but stare. Her body was even more incredible than I had imagined.

“Do you like this body?” Ms. Smith asked, biting her nail nervously.

I nodded, and then realized I was staring directly at her tits. Looking away, I coughed.

“You’re very nice. I’m, um… going to examine you now.”

She smiled, but sat down and waited. I had no choice but to walk forward and begin my exam. I started at the top of her body and worked my way down, feeling for any signs of discomfort or pain. I was extra careful with my touches. As I worked, I couldn’t help but marvel at the softness of her skin and the warmth of her body. Her breasts were large and firm, her stomach was flat, and her legs were toned and smooth. I was barely concentrating on it, as all of my focus was on keeping from getting an erection.

This was my teacher! I had my hands on her bare legs and abdomen. I knew this was completely inappropriate, but I couldn’t stop myself. It was worse because I was now with Amelia. She had given me her virginity and her heart. How could I betray her a day later by violating my teacher? As much as my mind screamed at me to stop, my hands continued to explore her body. When they reached her inner thighs, my teacher spread her legs. Her white underwear couldn’t hide the dark pubic hair or the shape of her outer labia.

“I-I’ll check your heart next!” I pulled away just before I lost all control, rummaging through the nurse’s desk before pulling out a stethoscope.

How could I take advantage of my teacher after she suffered a brain injury? I was the scum everyone said that I was! When I turned back to her, Ms. Smith was still watching me with an innocent smile.

“Ms. Smith, can you please close your legs?” I asked, my voice shaking.

“Dylan, you can call me Emily.” She purred, crossing her legs and leaning forward.

“E-emily…” I said, putting the stethoscope in my ears.

I didn’t like calling her that. I had never learned Ms. Smith’s first name. Who would have thought her name was also Emily? Emily was the name Amelia wanted me to call her. It was a special name between us. The fact that Ms. Smith had the same name didn’t matter. I instead focused and put the chestpieces against her back.

“C-cold!” She squirmed shyly, pushing her chest forward and causing me to once again stare at her tits.

No! I had to stop doing this. I was with Amelia! They were much larger than Amelia’s tits. They also seemed to have more mass to them. I couldn’t help but wonder…

“How much do they weigh?”

“D-do you want to weigh them?” Ms. Smith asked, blushing.

I froze, realizing I had spoken the intrusive thought out loud. Yet, instead of growing embarrassed or upset, she seemed to be offering. I pulled the stethoscope out of my ears and then turned to Ms. Smith, gulping again.

“I suppose we should get your measurements.”

I felt in a daze as I stood Ms. Smith up on the old scale. Women usually protested such a thing, but Ms. Smith stood as I took a measuring tape and measured her. I even took a pencil and wrote the stuff down like I was giving her a physical. When I finished, sweating a bit more than the environment suggested, Ms. Smith glanced at me.

“H-how is it?”

“Five foot three, 42 inch bust, 30 inch waist, 46 inch hips, 140 pounds. Boobs… s-size F.”

“So big…” She looked down and finally looked shy. “They used to be… small.”

I couldn’t imagine it. I suppose when Ms. Smith was a child, there was a time when her tits were still developing, though. Ms. Smith suddenly turned and pointed at me. I straightened.

“So, tell me! Do you prefer this mature body, or do you prefer that body of that blonde girl you played with yesterday?” She demanded.

“Hah? What do you mean… p-played with?” My mind became flustered as she suddenly revealed something I had thought I had hidden.

“It’s okay.” She giggled. “I was there with you the whole time, so it’s not like I’d get jealous if you had a preference.”

“Y-you were there the whole time?”

Did my teacher watch as Amelia and I slept together all day?

“I enjoyed it. I’ve never felt so alive before…” She giggled. “However, I want to experience everything with Dylan. A young virgin isn’t the same thing as a real woman. I want you to enjoy this body too.”

I reeled, trying to keep up with my teacher’s words. She watched me sleep with Amelia, and now she wants me to do the same to her?

“I thought you didn’t like me.”

“How could you say that?” She looked a bit hurt. “I love you, Dylan. I’ve always loved you.”

My teacher… loved me?

“Ms. Smith… ar-are you trying to seduce me?” I asked nervously.

“Ah! I recall something we didn’t do yesterday. Yes, this body would be perfect for that.”

She walked over to the desk, and after a moment, she pulled out some lotion. She then turned to me with a smile on her lips. She grabbed her bra and pulled up. Her giant boobs popped out of the bra. My mouth fell open. They weren’t as round and pert as Amelia’s, and they sagged under their weight, but they were massive, and there was something sexy about them. She suddenly squirted lotion all over her tits and grabbed them, rubbing them together. She then squatted down, still wearing her high heels.

“Wh-what are you doing?” I asked as I reached out for my pants.

“This will feel good.” She promised me.

She pulled out my dick, which I had failed to keep contained. It was rock hard despite this not being Amelia. My dick betrayed me completely. Yet, I also didn’t resist at all as Ms. Smith pulled my dick between her boobs and then smashed her tits around it. I was confused for a moment, but as she began to lift and drop her tits, my dick slid between her cleavage, and the feeling felt amazing. All thoughts of infidelity and propriety went right out the door. I was titfucking my teacher!

“Ah…” I groaned, unable to stop the noise.

Ms. Smith looked up at me, grinning. Her eyes were full of lust as she moved. Her boobs were bouncing up and down, enveloping my shaft in their softness. I could see her hard nipples poking out, and I couldn’t help but reach out and touch them. She moaned in response, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. It was wrong. I knew it was wrong. It felt so good though. The way her breasts bounced was mesmerizing. The sensation of her soft skin on my dick was electric, and the way she was looking at me with such desire was intoxicating. I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop.

I felt my balls start to tighten, and I knew I was getting close. I gripped her shoulders and started to thrust. Ms. Smith didn’t resist. Her eyes grew more excited as she watched me thrust into her big tits, and then she stopped moving and allowed me to take control. I grabbed her tits myself and squeezed them around my dick, watching as her entire body bounced. She held onto my hips to keep me to keep from losing her balance as I thrust as hard as I could.  Every time I thrust, I could see the head of my dick pop up from between her cleavage.

She was panting, her face red, and her breasts were bouncing in time with my movements. I couldn’t hold on any longer. The feeling was too incredible. Even as I kept thrusting, I started to cum. I didn’t slow down though, and the result was that every time I thrust up, a giant shot of cum burst from between her tits like a pressure cannon.

“Ah!” I shouted, my dick exploding in a jet of cum that hit Ms. Smith’s face, and then landed on her chest before the head of my dick disappeared back into her cleavage.

I managed three or four thrusts before my balls were finally drained. Ms. Smith was covered in my cum. Her face was a mess, and her boobs were dripping. She was breathing heavily, and she looked up at me with a mischievous smile. She licked her lips, tasting my cum, and then she giggled.

“Dylan’s cum is the best!”

I was still reeling from the intensity of the orgasm. It had been amazing. I had never done anything like that before. I had heard of a titjob, but I had no idea it felt this good.

“Ms. Smith…” I panted, realizing that I had violated my teacher.

She puffed her cheeks unhappily. “I said it’s Emily!”

“Ah… Emily…”

“Yes?” Her expression brightened, but then her eyes looked outside. “Ah! How soon is it until school ends?”

“School ended before I even arrived,” I told her. “I’ll be coming after school…”

“No!” She cried out in fear. “Th-there is no time! I only have until 4:00 pm!”

The final bell for the school rang at 2:55 pm. I had arrived around 3:10 and heard her collapse at 3:20. Looking at the clock, it was now 3:58.

She spun and fled the room. It had happened so fast I was left standing there with my dick still dripping cum. I quickly put it away and ran after her.

“Wait! Your face is still covered in cum!” I ran out into the hallway, but Ms. Smith was already gone.

Didn’t this feel very similar to what happened with Amelia? I shook my head. I was just imagining things. Either way, I had now wasted an hour of my time. Although my relationship with my teacher had seemingly changed, I didn’t want to push my luck on the cleaning issue. Rather, I wanted to clean now so Ms. Smith was happy. If Ms. Smith treated me like this from the start, I’d have been her model student!

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