Ghost Story

[pre-story]So, I wanted to get this out in time for Halloween, but writer's block is a bitch, so here we are. I wanted to write something about a exhibition with a ghost, and one of the ghosts that came to mind was Danny Phantom... The rest kinda happened. I got stuck for like a WEEK on the climax, I don't know why... Anyways, I hope you enjoy! I may continue it at some point if there's a demand for it.

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Ghost Story “Ugh, just shut up, Manson!” Star insisted, scowling and stamping her foot on the wet tile floor of the girl’s locker room shower, a gesture that would have been more… impactful, were the little blonde girl not completely naked, her lithe cheerleader body glistening wet, perky, hand-filling breasts barely jiggling at the movement.

“No, I’m serious!” Sam rebutted as her hands roamed her teenage body, washing away a layer of soap. The raven-haired goth girl was in a rare makeup-free moment, her usual dark eyeshadow and purple lipstick washed away, her skin naturally pale and smooth. Junior and senior years had been kind to her, while she wasn’t as skinny as the cheerleaders around her, one last growth spurt had filled her out in all the right places. Her breasts grew from palm-filling mounds to hand-overflowing melons, like ripe oranges, crowned with dusky pink nipples pierced through with gleaming silver studs. A silver ring gleamed in her bellybutton, drawing the eye down to her slender waist, and another gleam further down brought it to her smooth-shaven lower lips where another ring looped through her hood. She turned around, letting the shower spray down her back, cascading down her spine and running down between the mounds of her juicy ass.

“All this ghost stuff happening around town, around the school, even, I’d be surprised it hasn’t happened yet!” She continued, ignoring Star’s objections. “Think about it… They can go through walls, they can turn invisible… How would you even know if one was right here, watching us?” She asked.

“Stop! That’s so creepy!” Star whined, shivering slightly.

“That’s not all, though!” Sam continued, a wicked grin crossing her soft lips. “What if it’s the ghost of some pervert? What’s stopping one of them from just walking up and groping you? What could you even do to fight it?”

“Nothing…” Paulina muttered, biting her lip. The head cheerleader’s body was the only one Sam REALLY envied. Her tits were bigger, her waist smaller and more toned, her hips wider, her ass even more gloriously thick… All wrapped up in that perfect, all-natural tan, with long, wavy black hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall… Her dark nipples were hard, despite the steamy spray of the shower.

“Gawd, that’s so fucked up… I think I feel a chill…” Star muttered, biting her lip and looking around the room nervously, several of the other girls doing similar.

Sam’s grin widened. “Why, there could be one in here right now… Behind you!” She exclaimed, eyes going wide, pointing across the room. Star squeaked and jumped, spinning around in the direction Sam was pointing, as did all the other girls in the room, dozens of hands suddenly moving to desperately attempt to cover themselves against an imagined voyeur’s gaze, but there was nothing there.

Sam laughed. “Relax, girls! You look like you’ve… seen a ghost!” She exclaimed, smirking at her own cleverness as the rest of the class turned to glare at her. “There’s nothing else in here, I promi-” She assured, only to suddenly stop mid sentence, eyes going wide again as she suddenly stiffened.

“...Manson?” Star asked after a moment of silence tense.

Sam swallowed. “I-I feel something…” She muttered, fearfully.

“That’s not funny, Manson!” Star scolded, recoiling slightly as she grew increasingly nervous.

“I’m not- AH!” Sam gasped, back suddenly arching as she went up onto her tiptoes, hands twitching helplessly at her sides as the folds of her pussy parted, unprompted.

“Seriously! Not funny!” Star insisted, her voice wavering as she backed up a half-step.

“It’s not me! I’m not- AHH!” Sam shot back, head rolling back as she cried out, the soft, creamy skin of one breast suddenly shifted, pale flesh spilling out between invisible fingers as the digits sank deep into the generous mound.

“AAHHH! PERVERT GHOST!” Star shrieked in horror, and suddenly the shower room was a scramble of limbs, stampeding for the exits, some managing the presence of mind to grab towels on their way out the door, others simply bolting into the halls completely naked.

Paulina stumbled as she fled, slipping on the wet tiles once, then again, eyes wide and staring at Sam as she was held, helpless, in the ghost’s perverse embrace… She managed to find her feet and bolt for the door, but by the time she made it, everyone else had already made it out. She hesitated at the door. Sam was still in there, and even if she was just some geeky goth girl, it wasn’t right to just leave her there to be… violated by some ghost… Paulina’s perfect teeth sank into one perfectly thick, juicy lip. She… had to help, right? She couldn’t fight a ghost, but maybe… maybe if she stayed hidden and watched close, there would be an opportunity to help the Manson girl escape… Right. She just had to watch… for the opportunity, that is.

She turned away from the door and crept across the tiled floor, being sneaky wasn’t something she was used to, but there was a first time for everything… As she drew close to the shower room again, she suddenly heard a voice, a man’s voice! “God… You’re such a freak, Sam.” It growled, low and thick with lust. Confusion dawned on the hispanic cheerleader. As she reached the doorway, she slowly peeked around it, teeth sinking into her lip again as she saw the scene in the middle of the room.

“You know you love it.” Sam replied with a purr, her hips rolling, grinding her thick white girl ass back against nothing, her expression one of pure lust as her hands cradled the invisible limbs wrapped around her, eagerly encouraging them as they teased her slit and groped her breasts. “I think they’re all gone now, go visible again, it’s too weird not seeing your hands.” She urged.

“Geez, bossy…” The voice chuckled. “First you make me play along with your crazy plan, then you start ordering me around… ” The voice added as its owner suddenly phased into view. Paulina barely managed to hold back a gasp. Inviso-bill! That stark white hair, those glowing green eyes, there was no mistaking him, even if he was… out of costume. He was naked, his toned body pressed flush against Sam’s arching spine, his arms wrapped around her, holding her there as he floated a half-inch off the ground. When he first showed up in town, he’d been almost scrawny, but over the years he’d really developed, much to her delight. His shoulders were broader, more solid, his chest and abs more toned and chiseled but still perfectly smooth, his limbs more muscular, his posture more confident, more powerful… Paulina shivered, something in her core squeezing as she recalled the nights spent with a glow-in-the-dark vibrator and the memory of his arms on her shoulders as he carried her to safety…

“It’s not like you’re not getting anything out of this… After all, you got to see all those tight little cheerleader bodies...” Sam purred, one hand going around behind her back as she rolled her hips and ground her juicy ass back against his groin. He gasped, and Sam’s smirk widened. “Is that a Fenton Thermos, or are you just happy to see me?” She asked, playfully.

Sam suddenly pulled away and spun around, and Paulina lt out a tiny gasp. ‘Thermos’ wasn’t too far off! He was at least an inch or two longer than Dash’s eight-incher, practically as long as Sam’s forearm, but he was just so… THICK! The root and the tip looked about as big around as Sam’s wrist, but the ghostly cock bulged in the middle, like a snake that swallowed a soda can, and the whole length was covered in bulging, pulsing veins, like Dash’s arms when he worked out, or his neck when he got angry. He didn’t have any pubes to get in the way of the view, and his balls were huge, too, like extra-large eggs, fat and heavy in a smooth sack. Sam’s purple-painted fingernails spread out, wrapping around the base of the monster, almost managing to close around it, then slid up, caressing the beast as the gap between finger and thumb grew wider and wider. At the thickest point, her hand barely managed to wrap around more than half its monstrous girth.

“...Did you hear something?” the ghost boy asked after a moment, looking around the shower. Paulina’s eyes widened, her perfectly-manicured hand shooting up to cover her mouth and she yanked her head back around the wall, flattening herself against the cool tile wall, desperately hoping she hadn’t been spotted. Her heart was pounding in her chest at the thought of being caught spying… If he spotted her like this, what would he do to her? Would he force that impossibly thick ghost-cock into her mouth to keep her quiet, making her jaw ache as she struggled not to choke on its girth? Would he throw her down on the wet floor and spread her legs, his hand on her throat, almost choking her as he plunged his monstrous member into her pussy like a jackhammer? Or would he bend her over, a hand on her head, pushing her face against the cool tile as he stuffed every last inch of super-thick, vein-marbled cock into her virgin asshole… Her nipples were hard as diamonds, and her pussy throbbed between her thighs, soaking wet, hot, and needy.

“...I don’t hear anything.” Sam muttered, after a moment of silence. “What are you worried about, anyways? If somebody comes in, all you have to do is turn invisible again.” She replied, then smirked. “You don’t even have to stop.” She added, a lusty purr to her voice. “It’d just look like some perverted ghost, raping some poor innocent teenager in front of everyone, her naked body on display as she writhes with reluctant pleasure…”

The ghost boy groaned. “...God, Sam, you are such a freak.”

“You fucking love it.” Sam shot back, then suddenly squealed. Paulina couldn’t help herself, she peeked around the corner again to see the ghost boy had lifted Sam off the floor, her knees hooked over his forearms, legs spread wide, her hands gripping his solid shoulders for balance as the two of them floated in the middle of the showers, his fearsome member grinding against her lower lips.

“You’re right, I do.” The ghost boy growled, suddenly craning his neck forward to press his lips to Sam’s, kissing her hard and hot and passionately, tongue pushing between her lips.

Paulina chewed her lower lip. She’d never envied that geeky goth loser before this moment. Paulina’s hand drifted down between her thighs. Gawd, she was fucking dripping… She closed her eyes for a moment as her fingertips probed her own tender folds, one digit grazing her achingly hard clit, making her shiver. When she opened them again to drink in the scene before her once again, her heart stopped for half a beat, Sam was looking right at her… Or was she? No, Sam’s eyes were closed, her attention lost in the passionate tongue-kiss with her ghost boyfriend. She must have just imagined it…

The kiss broke after a long, long moment, a soft, wet smack echoing in the otherwise-silent showers, the two lovers opening their eyes once again, staring into each others’ with fiery passion. “Do it. Fuck me, Danny.” Sam urged.

Paulina’s eyes widened, and not just because the ghost boy drew his hips back, lining that soda-can-thick cock up with Sam’s pussy, her hood piercing gleaming in the fluorescent lights. DANNY?! The scrawny little geek Sam was dating?! Was… was Danny the ghost boy? Paulina stared at him with awe and confusion. Sure, they had kinda similar builds… he had been getting a little beefier over the last couple years, just like the ghost boy… But the eyes and the hair were different!  At least, the color was… they did have pretty similar hair styles… and faces… Gawd… Danny WAS the ghost boy! Danny was the ghost boy… and he was about to fuck the shit out of Sam with a cock that put Dash’s to shame.

Danny pushed his hips forward, his abs rippling as his blunt cockhead pushed between Sam’s tender folds, spreading them apart as it pushed inside her. Sam moaned, her lustful voice echoing off the tile walls of the shower as the head slid inside her. But that was only the beginning. Danny’s hips pushed forward, driving his shaft into her, and with each inch, the beast grew thicker and thicker, spreading her sensitive lips wider and wider, stretching her, filling her like nothing else could, his cockhead pushing deeper and deeper inside her all the while…

Paulina chewed her lower lip to hold back a moan as she watched the scene unfolding before her, one slender finger pushing between her glistening nether-lips. Gawd, she was so sensitive… Her inner walls gripped the probing digit tight as she pushed it in down to the second knuckle... But one finger wasn’t enough. She needed more. Her other hand came up to her chest, hefting and kneading at the soft, pillowy flesh of her perfect tits, fingertips closing on her dark nipple to pinch and tweak at the tender bud. She squeezed her eyes shut with pleasure, muffling another moan as she arched her back, still kneeling there on the tile, an electric current running between her hands, shooting through her core.

Sam’s moan rose an octave, and Paulina opened her eyes again just in time to see Danny suddenly thrust forward, driving the fattest part of his surprisingly imposing cock past the tight entrance of her pussy. Sam’s eyes shot open wide, her head rolling back as she cried out from the sheer thickness of her boyfriend’s monstrous member, purple nails digging into his rugged shoulders as she struggled to hold on. Danny didn’t stop. His fearsome member plowed into her, stretching her, her tight walls clinging to every vein-marbled inch, squeezing like a silken vice…

Sam felt Danny’s hips meet hers, his girth fitting just perfectly inside her, like the missing piece of a puzzle.... When he really ground his hips forward, she could feel that throbbing cockhead kiss the mouth of her womb, but he didn’t pound at it while they fucked like rabbits, which was just right for her. Not the mention the way that girth stretched her just right, right on the very edge of pain, deep inside, while her entrance still gripped tight at the tapered base… Maybe it was a half-ghost thing, but he didn’t have any pubes, so she could feel his skin on hers with nothing between them, his hipbone grinding against her throbbing clit, his fat, cum-filled balls bouncing off her pale, thick ass. Her moan of lust softened into a low, satisfied hum, like a cat’s purr, as she closed her eyes and savored the sensations… She could just stay like this forever, enjoying the feeling of the two of them locked together like this.

Danny knew exactly what Sam wanted. She didn’t want to make love, she didn’t want ‘sweet’ or ‘tender’ or ‘gentle’. She wanted to be FUCKED. She wanted ‘rough’, she wanted ‘wild’, she wanted ‘savage’. At first, Danny had been hesitant, she was his first, and he had… expectations. But Sam knew what she wanted, and once Danny gave it a try, he’d discovered something he hadn’t expected inside himself. He was always being the good guy, the hero, trying to live up to that ideal, but indulging the desperate, pleading moans of his girlfriend, begging him to be rougher, to fuck her harder, to treat her like a slut, and have her love every second… It gave him a thrill, a rush of adrenaline, and he loved it.

A wicked grin spread across Danny’s lips as his arms suddenly flexed, and Sam gasped as she was abruptly lifted while he drew his hips back, his girth tugging at her depths as it withdrew. She moaned again, feeling the thickest part slip past her tight-gripping entrance once again. But she didn’t let herself relax, she held her breath, knowing what was to come next, eagerly anticipating… Danny thrust forward again, dropping her down to meet him, and Sam cried out even louder as that long, thick, perfect cock once more filled her pussy, his hips pounding against hers as he buried himself to the hilt.

Paulina couldn’t hold back a strangled whimper at the sight, but thankfully Sam was loud enough to drown her out. Fuck, what that must feel like… Paulina could only imagine, and try to make do. A second digit joined the first inside her, sliding into her depths alongside its partner as she began to pump them in and out. Slow, deep thrusts, her fingers curling to press against her g-spot each time they bottomed out to the second knuckle. Her thighs spread wider to give her fingers room to work as she knelt there, half-hidden by the doorway, fingering herself like a whore as she watched the object of her affections pound his big, fat cock into another girl. She pinched her nipple harder, tugging and twisting sharply until it hurt… but the pain felt good. She was a bad girl, she was a perverted slut, and she deserved to be punished… but the pain only made the pleasure more intense, further evidence that she was a nasty little whore, deserving of yet more punishment… She bit harder on her lower lip to stifle another whimper as a third finger pushed inside her.

Danny’s muscles pumped rhythmically, flexing and tightening over and over as he lifted and dropped Sam’s writhing body up and down on his shaft, thrusting his hips forward to slam his hips against hers with each drop.  Every last inch of his fat, vein-marbled length pounded into her with each thrust, his hips hammering against hers relentlessly. The sound of flesh on flesh echoed in the empty tiled showers, and Sam, the normally-dour goth, let her neck roll back and her mouth hang open, a stream of deep, throaty moans and cries of pleasure pouring forth as her purple nails dug into Danny’s sculpted shoulders. He gritted his teeth against the growing pleasure in his core and threw himself into the act, their bodies floating just off the ground. The sounds of her pleasure blended with the sensations of her innermost walls gripping his shaft, squeezing and rippling wildly with each thrust, clinging to his length, milking him for his seed. He let out a groan through his teeth.

Paulina’s eyes widened as Sam’s back arched further and further back, trembling uncontrollably. Her throaty moans rose in volume and pitch, until she was screaming uncontrollably, her wordless cries of pleasure ringing all through the locker rooms, and likely into the hallway beyond. Danny’s hips pumped even faster, his thick, veiny shaft pounding into her like a jackhammer, her inner walls clinging so tightly they almost refused to let go as he pulled back. Sam’s screams of pleasure reached a crescendo, her spine arched as hard as it possibly could, then, suddenly, they cut off, abruptly strangled, her eyes going wide, her mouth open wide but no more sound coming out. She stiffened, trembling violently as she clung to Danny’s shoulders, his thick shaft pistoning in and out of her relentlessly, screaming silently as orgasmic pleasure overwhelmed her completely.

Suddenly, Danny let out a growl through gritted teeth and yanked his hips back, pulling his shaft from Sam’s trembling pussy in a single motion. He swiftly lowered her down to the floor before straightening up again, hovering in front of her, his thick shaft throbbing violently as it bobbed in front of him, inches in front of her face. One hand reached down to her head, roughly grabbing a fistful of wet, black hair and forcing her to tilt her head back while the other gripped his beastly member and began to pump, hard and fast, smooth, heavy balls swinging wildly as he jerked that monstrous, ghostly cock. Sam, still dazed in the aftermath of her own orgasm, still knew exactly what to do, opening her mouth and letting her tongue loll from her lips, wordlessly begging to be showered in his spectral spunk.

Paulina had to cover her mouth, partially in awe and partially to muffle her own whimpers as she pumped three fingers violently in and out of her desperately needy pussy, her eyes wide, riveted on the scene before her. Danny let out a deep, straining groan as his brutish cock throbbed angrily in his grasp, his big, fat balls pulling up tight against the root of his cock. Sam moaned with anticipation as the purple head swelled even larger than before, tongue wagging, beckoning his load. She didn’t have long to wait. The beast lurched in his grip and fired, a pencil-thick streamer of pearly white cum erupting from the swollen tip, arching through the air for a moment before it hit Sam’s face and splattered with the force of the impact, covering her features in a spray of thick, hot spunk, drawing another moan from Sam and a strangled whimper from Paulina.

The cheerleader’s body trembled in orgasm, her fingers grinding on her g-spot as she shook with pleasure, imagining herself in Sam’s place as the ghost-stud’s member fired again and again and again. Each shot was more than most men came in a whole load, and his smooth, fat balls tightened rhythmically with each spurt, squeezing out the rich, spectral spunk. He covered the lucky goth girl’s tongue in creamy jizz, the salty, musky cream pooling in the middle of her tongue as she savored its flavor. He made sure she got plenty on her face, though, using his grip on her hair to turn her this way and that as he came, leaving crazy, zig-zagging lines of thick ball-batter across her cheeks, chin, neck, and even her chest. He sprayed each of her pale tits with his cream, and as his climax came to an end, he let the last few weak spurts drip down into her deep cleavage, before slapping his head down onto her cum-covered tongue. Obediently, Sam closed her lips around the still throbbing head, worshipfully sucking the last of the cum from his shaft and rolling it on her tongue for a moment before swallowing.

The two were still for a moment, Sam silently shuddering in the aftershocks of her orgasm as she lazily sucked at the head of that thick shaft. Eventually, he pulled his hips back, his member slowly deflating, and sam leaned back against the tiled wall, panting for breath after her climax. “Fuck, Danny, that was… intense.” She finally moaned, bringing her hand up to her chest to wipe up the cream on her generous chest.

“Hold on. Don’t clean it off.” Danny suddenly interjected, and sam froze, confused. Danny grinned, wickedly. “I got an idea.” He added, then held out a hand. The limb suddenly faded from view, and as it did, so did the pearly cum covering her face and chest. Then the hand returned, but the spunk didn’t.

Sam blinked, clearly confused, then pushed herself up on trembling legs and stumbled over to a mirror on one of the walls. “Wha-” She muttered, confused, a hand coming up to her face, then froze, a look of understanding dawning on her face. “-Oh. Oh, fuck, baby. You turned it invisible.” She muttered in shock. “I… I could walk around like this… covered in your cum… and nobody would know... I could lick your cum off my lips in the middle of class and nobody… Oh, fuck, baby, that’s so fucking nasty.” Sam moaned, biting her lip as filthy possibilities ran through her mind.

“I thought you’d like it.” Danny grinned, floating up behind her, his hands coming to rest on her rounded hips, gripping them as he ground his hardening member against her thick, juicy ass for a moment. “Fuck… If I’m late for Mr. Lancer’s class again, I’ll be stuck in detention. I gotta run...” He muttered with annoyance as he pulled away reluctantly, drifting toward the wall separating the boy’s and girl’s locker rooms, phasing through.

“Hey, Danny.” Sam called, interrupting him halfway through the wall. He turned back, just in time for her to lean forward and plant a hot, steamy kiss on his lips, the two making out for a long, passionate moment. When they finally pulled apart, she grinned. “That was seriously one of the hottest things I’ve ever done. Thanks for indulging me.” She purred.

Danny grinned back. “Anytime.” He replied, simply, then disappeared through the wall entirely, leaving Sam there, smirking to herself.

“Hee-YA!” Came a familiar cry, the skin-tight-jumpsuited form of Maddie Fenton bursting through the locker room door in a combat roll, with what looked like a bazooka in hand. “Where are you, pervert ghost?!” She demanded. Paulina froze in panic, eyes wide, still kneeling at the entrance to the shower room with her hand between her thighs, staring at her would-be-rescuer like a deer in headlights.

“I think it went into the Gym, Mrs. F!” Sam suddenly shouted, pointing down between the rows of lockers. “Hurry, you might catch it!” She added, urgently.

As the blue-jumpsuited milf ran off, weapon at the ready, Sam turned to look at Paulina, her wicked smirk returning. “So… Enjoy the show?” She asked, teasingly. Paulina swallowed, nervously, but she felt herself growing wet again...