Visitation

For the longest while, she'd thought she had been dreaming. Things like this just didn't happen. Jill was a reasonable young woman. She didn't party all night with her friends (though her plump lips, shoulder-length blonde hair, and sizeable breasts guaranteed she was invited to just about every gathering drenched in alcohol and fornication), she didn't do drugs (except that one time, but she liked to forget that day had ever happened), and the only person she slept with was her boyfriend. Her parents had raised her with the firm belief that there was no God, and since there was no God, all things supernatural or unexplained could be rationalized with a bit of science.

Except, of course, when she was pushed against her bedroom wall with her feet dangling a couple yards above the floor, and the only thing holding her in that impossible hovering position was the weight of fingers digging into her shoulders and the steady thrusting against her wide open mouth. She wasn't naked, but it felt for all the world like her clothes weren't even there.

No, no! she kept screaming inside her head. Her jaw was aching from the pressure of something hard and throbbing and decidedly cock-shaped. Though she couldn't see anything, she could feel it; the hard column of flesh that kept surging forward to ram straight down her throat, the head battering against her tonsils, how it pulled out until only the tip remained, then forced itself back in.

Jill, without any proof to the contrary, was being face-fucked. By a ghost.

The second voice inside her head -- the masculine, double-toned, haunting one -- kept groaning and calling her horrible, dirty names.

No, she thought again, willing away the tears that fought to spill past the corners of her eyes.

Yes, yes! she heard, shuddering as another mighty thrust triggered her gag reflex.

Her throat constricted around the cock in her throat, and she swore she heard a low, steady moan.

Oh yeah, just like that!

The hands at her shoulders migrated to her head, but her body stayed put -- gravity, quite obviously, had taken a holiday.

Invisible fingers threaded through her hair and pulled her closer to the dick raping her mouth.

Take it all, slut! His cock kept sliding further and further down her throat until she could feel a pair of hairy balls rub against her chin. Mmmm, yeaah. Bet you think that dick is tasty, huh? Two unseen thighs positioned themselves around her head, and then the ghostly body started rocking, humping her face, his thick, hard meat grinding into her mouth. Jill's body was tossed around on the wall. She did all she could to sneak in little huffs of oxygen every now and then, but for the most part she had been demoralized to nothing but a warm, wet hole to fuck.

Eat up, the ghost was saying, and the long, mighty thrusts turned to short, painful jabs. Both big, hairy balls kept whacking against her chin, the awful sensation turning rhythmic. Gotta feed my dirty little whore. Coming in here with that tight ass and those huge tits... just begging for something to suck on... just looking for a nice, creamy meal....mmm, god, yeah!

Jill was crying steadily now. Sure, she'd gone down on her boyfriend a couple of times, but it was never to this extent. This wraith, this awful apparition, was fucking her face so thoroughly, she barely even knew what to do with herself. Not only were the paintings on the wall digging into her back, but the dick drilling into her throat was starting to rub her tonsils raw. It kept on like that for what felt like days, until the world had faded out to nothing but the taste of cock and the words 'fucking slut' and 'filthy little whore.' Just as Jill was about to give up and readily welcome unconsciousness, the invisible dick was jerked out of her throat so violently it left her coughing and hacking for breath.

God, these tits, the voice was mumbling inside her head. I've gotta ride these tits...

The thighs around her head shifted until they were resting painfully on her arms, as if the center of gravity was beneath the wall and not on the floor below. Two merciless hands grabbed her breasts and started to knead the oversized jugs, fingers rubbing teasingly around the nipples until they started to harden of their own accord.

When Jill regained her breath, she started to beg.

"Stop it! Please... please, don't do this!" The tears, which had before dropped to a more manageable state, came back full force when she felt the familiar weight of a large, heavy dick settle between her tits. The hands pressed her breasts closer together until they had created a warm, tight, fuckable passage.

The ghost dry-humped through her tits for a while, but after a moment the awful rubbing sensation stopped, and Jill heard the sound of spitting before a wet, slimy sensation rained down on her chest. Her boobs were pushed together once more, and the thrusting continued.

Thaaaat's better. Why don't you open your pretty little lips, you little cumslut, and give my dick a kiss every now and then, hm?

Jill turned her face away in open defiance. It felt nice to outright refuse an order from the invisible creature raping her. Or, well, it did until said creature started slapping her cheeks and the thrusts against her chest got so violent she thought the ghost was going to crack her ribs.

Still, she refused.

"No," she hissed out, closing her eyes and trying to block out the pain.

Suck my cock, girl...

"No!"

Suck my cock or I'll cut a hole through your throat and fuck that instead!

Ohgod. God, no.

Through her tears and through her crippling fear, Jill turned her head, opened her mouth, and sucked in the head of the ghost's throbbing member every time it pressed up against her lips.

That's what I thought. A little slut like you can't go without worshipping a cock for too long. Now suck it just like that... mmm, yeeaaah. You've got lips made for sucking dick.... nnngg.

The abuse continued on like that for a little while longer until the ghost gave up entirely with the pretense of fucking her tits, and went right back to fucking her throat.

Gonna give you some gravy to go with that sausage. You hungry, bitch? You want me to dump a load down your throat? The thrusting became frantic, balls slapping against her chin, the leaking, fat cock thoroughly abusing her mouth. I'm gonna fill you up so much, you'll be begging me to stop. Only, I never will-- unnn, fuuuck! The hands at her head were jerking her closer to the ghost's pelvis every time he humped forward, effectively impaling Jill on that huge piece of meat. Her fingers were scrabbling for some kind of purchase on the wall.

The huge pole lodged down her throat started to throb and expand. For a moment, Jill thought she was going to suffocate, and then the cock exploded and she realized she would probably drown first instead.

There she blows! Better swallow it all, bitch, 'cause I'm not letting up. The ghost laughed, and if Jill thought it was an unethical amount of cum that washed her tonsils, she was absolutely right. Been saving up for the right pair of lips to come along... ohyeah, keep swallowing you dirty whore! Unnn, god yes! You're so nasty! The hands wrapped around her head were jerking her face back and forth on the leaking dick. Jill was utterly helpless to do anything but swallow every drop of that disgusting substance. The ghost took note of her bobbing throat, and revelled in the sensation of her throat contracting around his cum-covered cock.

Bet you love that, don't ya'? Just keep swallowing it all, baby... I've got so much tasty jizz to give you!

And he did. A fresh surge of the stuff came barreling out of his pole and straight into her mouth. It squirted and thrashed, thoroughly violating every last inch of her mouth and throat, until Jill couldn't move her tongue anywhere without tasting cum. She was still crying when the juice finally stopped spilling out, but the ghost didn't pull away. Instead, he started thrusting languidly into the girl's mouth, letting his squishy soft cock nestle itself into every nook and cranny of Jill's throat. A warm, satisfied sigh escaped the ghost, and then Jill felt the pressure of a body laying itself against her face, as if, after the rigorous throat fucking, the man had fallen asleep on top of the girl without even bothering to remove his cock from her mouth.

The thrusting continued, though. Slow and soft, everything a warm, sticky mess. Jill had ran out of tears, but that didn't make her any less distressed when the cock in her mouth started to swell again. The thrusting became more measured and precise, then more violent and demanding, until the dick was half-hard and the ghost was right back at fucking her face again.

Mmm, he said, rubbing his genitals all across her mouth. Ready for your midnight snack?