Ghost Things

Something very unusual and disturbing but kind of fun that happened in a dream last night. Was really debating on whether or not to post it, but mm, might as well. I also did some quick edits just for fun to go with this <3

 

1) Suddenly and without any explanation -all- males past puberty around the world find themselves being obscenely assaulted, groped and teased by the ghosts of female ancestors and family members that have passed away. The ghosts can appear at any age from when they were alive - and as old as they were when they died for potential icky-sex-horror. Regardless of who they were though they're now utterly obsessed with sex and trying to make the living men cum. They just -love- to suck on those defenseless poor cocks and ballsacks and can't ever get enough of teasing them.

 

2) Men can't see, hear, or talk with the ghosts in any way. All touching and physical interaction is one-way only. Hearing or seeing the ghosts almost never happens except for when a guy is about to cum, and then he might see or hear them in the briefest of little flickers in between his racing heart beats. Men can also -never- see ghosts that he is unrelated to.

 

3) Even during the day, even during public, the ghosts continually engage in all kinds of depraved things with their living male relatives no matter where they are or what they're doing. They have an especially mean and insatiable fetish for making men ooze and piss precum so that they will look like they've cummed in their pants.

 

4) **Important** No matter what the ghosts do, the guys can -not- cum from their teasing and tormenting, and the guys are incapable of finishing themselves off as well.  This means that guys are constantly being brought to the edge of climax and will be kept in a state of feeling like the cum is just going to -gush- from their cocks at any moment. They have to go about their days panting and sweating and trembling, desperately wanting to cum but not being able to.

 

3) The only thing that -can- get a guy to cum once he's edging like this is a living female. Women actually can see the ghosts at all times and even talk to them, so many women will gleefully tease and torment guys on the fact that he's like, getting his balls sucked by his great-great-grandmother while his favourite deceased aunt is now flicking her tongue all over his aching cockhead.

 

The pleasure and desire to cum gets sooooooo incredibly intense from all that continuous teasing that guys will often agree to anything just to get them to stop, and there is a bit of a femdom since most of the time all a girl needs to do is give that aching throbbing dick just one little kiss or touch to push him over the edge into climaxing. The orgasms men experience from this are also several times more intense than normal, and it's very common for guys to pass out from cumming so hard.

 

 And yes there's a whole lot of ickiness and not wanting it, and a lot of guys naturally can't stand being in this situation at all, but at the same time they're completely helpless and just can't do anything about it anyway <3

 

 

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In the dream rape didn't happen because guys wouldn't be able to cum from it, and if a guy did try to rape someone the ghosts would stop it. They could only cum if it was a girl was in control and willingly playing with his cock.

 

 

 

Leaving for school, teenage high-school girl Rachel looked at her neighbour's house and giggled. It had been five years since Mr Jacobs had lost his daughter and wife in an accident, and up until a week ago he'd been a complete wreck. Seeing his handsome face filled with grief and despair had always made Rachel run to give him a hug with tears forming in her own eyes, but again that had been until a week ago. Now the ghosts of his wife and daughter were kneeling in front of him, hungrily and greedily slurping and sucking on his cock and swollen balls. They had delighted, giddy grins on their pale faces, and they were all but naked and barely dressed.

 

The obscene slutgear type lingerie and thigh-high fishnet leggings just looked so nastily out of place on a schoolday morning . Just seeing it made Rachel blush and get ever so slightly wet, and like always she had to struggle with her feelings of confusion and a need to understand what was going on. That the girls were dressed so obscenely didn't make any sense to her, not when Mr Jacobs couldn't even see them. But everything that was going on was strange and impossible anyway, so she put all those questions to the back of her mind as she listened to Mr Jacobs cry out in tormented bliss. Thick ropes of slobber and drool dripped from his cock and balls, and from the way his hung cock and deliciously large testicles twitched, Rachel guessed that he'd been aching to cum for at least an hour or two. The newspaper delivery girl must have helped him while she was doing her rounds...

 

In the middle of such anguished pleasure, Mr Jacobs opened one eye and saw Rachel standing there on the pathway. Trembling, desperately sucking in air to breathe, he finally let out a stammered "G..g-good morning Rachel! I'm ahh... ahh, s-sorry but I've been here ever since I needed to get the newspaper!" Looking down, Rachel noticed that he was telling the truth, the newspaper was still there just lying on the grass. He hadn't even been able to leave the porch, the poor man... That's when his daughter Michaela pulled her lips from from his cock and with a delighted squeal went for his balls, eagerly devouring and pulling both swollen testicles into her greedy mouth at the same time. It made him cry out loudly in blissful agony, and he completely forgot that Rachel was there as his wife's ghost gleefully deepthroated his entire cock. Unable to stop herself from watching, her right hand wandered down, and with her young eyes glued to the obscene sight her fingers  began to absently play with her pussy through the front of her skirt...

 

"Hey, God, in the open Rachel, really?" That came from behind, a happy voice with a hint of laughter to the end. Snapping out of her lustful haze Rachel shot upright and then felt a hand playfully smack her on the left shoulder. It was her best friend Claire, grinning and far too full of energy. "Not that I can blame you, they really CAN suck cocks amazingly well can't they? I wonder how they can do it for so long without their jaws getting tired." Without waiting for a reply Claire stood taller and preened a little, tilting her head and thrusting out her nose. "Of course my mother said she could do it better, and she was competing with grandma on daddy's dick all night. I think they got to a tie though, they made him cum like seven or eight times. Oh, and I had to help my brother shoot off like four times before I left, and Aunt Patricia's ghost somehow made sure that he got his cum all over my breakfast! Gross huh?" Rachel blushed, embarrassed that she was caught playing with herself, but she looked at Claire and nodded slightly. She must have had a questioning look to her face however, because Claire nodded in return and responded. "Oh yeah I was in a rush so I hate to eat it didn't I? Still really gross but will all the cum that's going everywhere nowadays it's not THAT bad right? Besides, his cum tastes a whole lot better than some of the guys at school!"

 

Rachel was going to reply, but was interrupted by another loud cry of pained happiness from Mr Jacobs. Both girls turned to look, and they couldn't but smile when they noticed that two more ghosts had appeared. Both very mature and motherly looking, the both were squishing their bare breasts against his back and had their arms around him to stop him from moving. At the same time their wandering hands were energetically playing with his nipples as they teasingly pushed their tongues into his ears. He'd already looked like he was so close to cumming, but now he looked like he was going to burst! His balls were still inside his daughters mouth, and Rachel felt her body flush with envy and desire. Claire took her arm and shook it gently. "Ummm, hey Rachel... wanna you know... go help him?"

 

For several seconds those words just ran through Rachel's head as she started at her neighbour desperately on the brink of climax. Claire seemed to notice too, because she giggled and leaned in. "Aww, come on Rachel, you've had a crush on him for the longest time haven't you? Come on, let's give him a helping hand, before he dies from needing to empty his balls!" For several seconds the girls stood there as Rachel tried to decide. Mr Jacobs? Give him a helping hand? Looking at his tormented, blissful expression Rachel sucked on her lower lip. Then they stepped off the footpath, and onto the grass of his front lawn.

 

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On the bus to school Rachel and Claire sat together, and like all the other girls they shyly but enthusiastically watched as ghosts relentlessly assaulted each and every last one of the male passengers. Writhing in their seats, men and boys had their zips undone, their stiff and hard cocks  covered in slobber and spit and precum as invisible mouths frantically licked, kissed and sucked on them. Rachel felt eyes on her, and turning to look she saw one of her teachers, Mr Gerald, staring at her desperately as a young ghost slurped both of his balls into her mouth while another frantically bobbed her head up and down the entire length of his twitching, aching, pre-cum oozing erection. She'd never realized that his dick was so big before either, and she felt a pang of sympathy for him as he visibly struggled not to cry out, his legs twitching and trembling wildly. "Oh wow," Claire said quietly beside her/ "Mr Gerald looks like he needs to cum BAD doesn't he?"

 

He wasn't the only one either... In the seat directly across from Rachel her classmate Hannah was using her socked foot to rub her younger brother's balls while their grandmother in her prime had every last inch of his cock pulsating and throbbing inside her throat. "God, you're so gross Paul!" she said with a delighted snicker. "Getting off to Granny sucking your cock, don't you have any shame?" Despite her words, there was an ecstatic, delighted, glazed over look to Hannah's eyes, and to Rachel it was obvious that she couldn't wait to see her brother cum. Several other girls were teasing their boyfriends and relatives on the bus too, and towards the back of vehicle a young teenage girl even had her skirt up and was rubbing her pussy against her daddy's dick while a pair of ghosts ran their wet tongues all over his pulsing cock-head. "Ahhh, that's it daddy, before you drop me off at school and go to work shoot your cum HARD!"

 

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Later that night Rachel got home, only to find that her mother had gotten herself a new boyfriend. He was sitting at the dinner table completely naked, and three ghostly women were frantically tongue-polishing his balls and cock. Even after all she'd seen today Rachel couldn't help but gasp a little and hold her breath, because his sticky, sweet smelling pre-cum was -everywhere-. She'd seen her teacher squirting thick ropes of it earlier, but this guy was practically -pissing- it, trembling where he sat and moaning at the top of his voice and begging for mercy as long, incredibly talented tongues coiled around his stiff, twitching and oh-so-deliciously aching cock-head. She hadn't been there to see it, but Rachel somehow just knew that he must have tried to escape or get up a bunch of times already, and been forced to sit back down each time. A few seconds later the ghosts confirmed it, when a fourth appeared and bent over him, pushing large breasts down onto his face while she grinned and began to play with both his nipples. He let out an agonized, delighted muffled shriek, and his rapidly twitching cock sent a thick, clear stream of priceless precum high into the air and cascading back down all over the dinner table. "Oh wow, how nice," Rachel said while whispering to herself, and dropping her bags quietly she resolved herself to just watching.

 

She felt a little disappointed when her mother Susan walked in just a moment later, holding a steaming pot with both hands. "Hey babe, just coming to see how you we- oh hey Rachel! Dinner will be ready soon," she said with a happy tone. That an obscene cock-sucking frenzy was happening just a few feet away didn't seem to bother her at all. Biting her lip a little yet again and taking in how nonchalantly her mother was reacting, Rachel realized that she had to get used to this being a completely normal thing now

 

Trying to ignore the rush of heat coming from in between her legs and the tickle as small rivulets of desire ran down the insides of her thighs she looked to her mother. "Ummm, mum? Can't you... you know, do something about him?" She nodded her head towards the moaning, writhing, desperately aching to cum boyfriend. "Shouldn't you um... help him... get off?"

 

This only caused her mother to burst into laughter. Still holding the pot she tilted her head and looked at Rachel with a coy smirk. "Been there done that dear, six times already!" She sent an approving, almost awe-filled look over to her boyfriend and the women that were tormenting him with their tongues. "That's his sister there, and I don't think I've ever seen someone so skilled at handling a dick!" Clucking her tongue, Susan winked at Rachel. "I don't think I could ever make a guy moan like that, could you?"

 

Rubbing her thighs together ever so slightly as her wet pussy throbbed, Rachel could only nod her head in agreement. Her mother seemed to notice what was going on too, since she looked Rachel up and down and grinned knowingly. "Just a few more minutes to dinner dear, and then I'll have him cum all over your dinner okay? You really like semen with your food now don't you?" Another thing Rachel didn't want to admit, but after that accident four days ago - with her friend Anthony and her mother forcing her to eat a cum-coated dinner so none of it would go to waste - she found herself really looking forward to adding hot slimy cum to any of her meals.