Chapter 2: The Janitor gets plumbed in

Tom, the janitor overhears Jennifer and the girls talking, the ghost wants to join in.

The girls sat in the biology lab talking about the weekend, the boys, and what they were going to do that night; the boys threw paper balls at each other, made lewd remarks at the girls, and talked about what they would like to do to the girls. At the door to the lab stood Jennifer, Alison, and Lisa; the girls new miss Brown wasn't going to show up for this lesson; giggling they walked along the corridor, up the stairs, laughed as they passed the girls rest room and entered the music library. This part of the school had been quiet since the music teacher retired and the replacement temporary teacher was found to be musically challenged.

Tom Hinder, the janitor loved working in school, the constant flow of young girls, watching there boobs bounce as they ran, there skirts flash up in the hall when the main doors opened; best of all, they seemed oblivious to his presence, he was just the janitor, no one of authority, he went mostly unseen and they didn't stop their conversations when they passed him.

Tom was checking the cleaning chemicals in the store cupboard, these were kept locked away for safety reasons in a store next to the music library; he'd heard the girls laughter in the corridor and the lewd language they used as they entered library. The store room was part of the library room that had been partitioned off providing little if no sound proofing and a gap in the boards where they joined the main room. Tom quickly switched out the light, leaned against the wall and watched as the girls talked about what they had seen,

"Jennifer, did you notice she had a shaved pussy, what a whore", "did I notice, I couldn't take my eyes off it, her hand was like a blur as she fucked herself, Lisa did you see the look on her face when she opened her eyes and saw us standing there", "fuck yes, I'm sure it made her come knowing we were watching, she nearly pulled her tits off."

Tom lowered his hand and squeezed his growing erecting in his overalls as he listened to the girls story unfolded. "She must have wanted to get caught, why else was she doing in our rest room", Lisa's lowered her voice, "that was one hot show watch", "God Lisa, you'd better not end up a les or your out of the gang", "I'm not a lesbian Alison, it's just I've never seen anything like that before", "okay, okay, we believe you".

AS the girls continued to chat, Tom decided was going to have a chat with miss Brown, "this could be fun", he thought, "what on earth possessed her to do it?". The rubbing on Toms cock was getting him too excited, he would have to stop and let it subside before he could leave the store. He would wait for the girls to leave the room before leaving himself, they had started whispering as the conversation had moved around to Lisa being a lesbian and he could only pick out odd words here and there; he leaned forward, placing his hands on the wall for stability and moved his ear to the gap in wall. It was no use, the girls were too quiet, better to just sit this out. "what the fuck" Tom croaked and shut up immediately, he didn't want the girls to know he was there, but someone was playing a prank big time, his hands were stuck to the wall. "Bastards with glue, I'll kill the little shits when I find out who" he whispered to himself. As Tom tried to pull his hands off the wall he also realized that his feet were stuck to the floor. "Shit, what kind of fucking glue is this?", his attention turned to a movement he saw in the reflection of a tin on the shelf, the room was too small for anyone one else to be there, "all I fuckin need is a mouse running up my leg, get off...". Tom felt something running up his overalls, he looked down trying to see what it was, nothing could be seen, "shit it's inside my overalls". The feeling crept higher until it reached the top of his leg, he could feel a soft touching sensation, then slowly, he could feel something rubbing up and down his erection, "this is no fucking mouse, what the hell is that", he tried to shake his hips to dislodge whatever it was but to no avail. Tom's fear started to bed in, something was in the room with him, he had seen its shadow move, and it was now stroking his cock up and down in his overalls, it was definitely a hand grasping him. He watched his overalls move from the inside as if his cock was trying to break free; the hand slowly moved off his cock and moved upwards, past his chest and out of his top, he saw nothing, but felt everything, the two buttons on his overall moved, they turned and in unison pinged free of the metal clips attached to them. Tom watched as his overalls fell to the floor leaving him stood in just a white T-shirt, socks, and boots, he cock sprang free and bobbed up and down for a second. The phantom hand returned to his cock, he stood astonished as his foreskin moved back and forth on its own, his cock slowly wanking itself in front of his own eyes. He pulled away as hard as he could from the wall, his hands were released leaving him falling backwards as his feet stayed firmly stuck to the floor.

Lying on his back, his knees spread in the air he found he was restrained once more, his cock still moving as he was slowly masturbated, his body defying his mind in motion and in feeling as the pleasure of the action mingled with the sight of his cock.

The movement stopped, his cock was defiantly still being held, but still, then he felt a movement up the length, resting at the tip, and encircling his cock, sliding down; he felt the a rapid touch, flicking the end, the movement went up and down, his cock staying still. "A blow job, wow, whatever this is, I hope I get to fuck her".

As tom felt the pleasure of his cock, he could feel a pressure, on his chest, definite substance, another pressure touched his cheek, a light touch, moving up to his lips, he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out hoping to feel a wet warm pussy. The ghost had no heat, it had no moisture, it had no pussy. Toms eyes opened wide with shock as the ghosts cock pushed passed his lips into his mouth, his jaw froze, unable to close as the cock began to move up and down in rhythm with the motions on his own. Breathing through his nose made it impossible to shout or scream, he could only make slight "hmmph" noises which echoed out into the room as if moaning with the violation.