Mouth! (Cumdump Path)

"...Mouth!" she exclaimed. "Mouth?" Sara looks confused. "But didn't you say you want a fuck? And how will you even get that large thing in m..!" Before she can finish her words, Mary pushes her cock in one thrust into Sara's mouth, going balls deep right from the start. Sara didn't even know she could handle something like that! "Ahhh! Works for me so don't bother thinking!" Mary moans, her head tilting back as Sara's plump lips wrapped around the base of her ghostly shaft.

Sara's world narrowed to the sensation of being impossibly, breathtakingly full. Her mind, a frantic mess of 'what' and 'how', short-circuited entirely. Her throat bulged, conforming around the spectral intrusion in a way that defied biology. There was no gag reflex, no **** sensation, only a profound, stretching pressure. Mary's ghostly essence felt... cold, yet it carried an warm thrum that vibrated down her throat and settled deep in her core. She looked up, her blue eyes watering, to see Mary lost in pleasure, her long white hair floating as if she were underwater. The ghost began to move, a slow, deliberate pull back that was just as overwhelming as the initial thrust, before pushing in again, setting a rhythm that had Sara's massive ass grinding unconsciously against the dusty floorboards. This wasn't helping a ghost. This was... something else entirely.

"Oh, wow," Mary gasped, her voice breathy and ethereal. "That's... that's the stuff... better then i thought..." She looked down at Sara, her spectral form shimmering. "Your mouth is... it's like it was made for this. So warm." She began to thrust with more confidence, her phantom hips meeting Sara's face with soft, wet sounds that echoed obscenely.

Sara's hands, braced against the floor. She wasn't fighting. She was enduring. And to her utter surprise, she was starting to enjoy it. A strange, illicit heat was building between her legs, a response her body was giving without her brain's permission. Mary's thrusts grew faster, the ghostly cock hitting the back of her throat with each powerful stroke. The thick veins that Sara had seen earlier now felt real, dragging against her tongue, a map of phantom pleasure points. Her plump, stretched lips tingled, and she could feel a phantom slickness coating the shaft, her own saliva mixing with Mary's ghostly essence. The EMF meter on the floor, forgotten, began to spark, its lights flashing in a frantic rhythm that matched the ghost's pace.

Sara's toned abs clenched as the heat between her thighs became an undeniable ache. She squeezed her legs together, a ****, instinctual attempt to quell the fire building there. It was useless. Each thrust of Mary's spectral member sent a jolt directly to her clit. This was wrong. This was insane. And her body was singing a hallelujah chorus. Mary, noticing Sara's struggling, her hips began to rock in counterpoint, she lets out a low, ghostly chuckle. As Sara's slowly came off from the face-fucking bliss she notices that they are no longer on the floor! but both floating in the air! The dusty floorboards were now several feet below them.

"Getting a better view are we?" Mary cooed, her voice vibrating through both of their floating bodies. She was no longer just thrusting, she was swirling her hips, her ghostly cock hitting new angles inside Sara's mouth, exploring, claiming. Sara's hands, which had been braced on the floor, now flailed in empty air for a moment before finding purchase on Mary's ethereal thighs. They were solid enough, cool to the touch, yet yielding. The room spun around them, the vacant windows of the house blurring into streaks of moonlight. With a final, deep thrust and a moan that pushed the entire 15-inch length down her gullet, Mary held her there, her spectral balls tight against Sara's chin. A warm, thick liquid erupted down Sara's throat, not hot like a man's, but with a strange, minty coolness that spread through her chest. It was ghost cum duh. She was swallowing ghost cum.

Mary doesn't even bother to pull out, keeping her cock balls deep into Sara's mouth, while she keeps cumming while watching her stomach expand from sheer volume of ghost cum she was unloading. "Oh my... that's... a lot," Mary breathed, her eyes wide with a kind of surprised wonder. She watched Sara's stomach expand with a mix of pride and awe, like an artist admiring her own masterpiece.

Sara, for her part, was floating in a sea of sensation. The stretching pressure, the coolness of the ghostly seed, the visual of her own stomach rounding out it was all too much. Her mind went blank, replaced by a wave of pure, unadulterated bliss. Her body went limp, her hands slipping from Mary's thighs to hang uselessly at her sides. She was a doll, a vessel, completely and utterly at the mercy of the ghost she had come to 'hunt'.

As she was about to black out, Mary flipped her like a chicken on a spit. Sara moaned in surprise as she was now face to face.. or eyes to balls with her huge balls. "Hey! Don't black out on me just yeet! I'm not even half-done!" With that Mary starts humping her face again, but now Sara gets slapped by the she-studs huge balls each time she goes deep. Each thrust was a symphony of obscene sounds: the wet schluck of her mouth, the slap of heavy, cool spectral sacs against her chin and nose, and Mary's growing, ethereal moans. Sara's stomach, already taut and rounded from the first load, sloshed with each impact, a constant, dizzying reminder of her current state. She could feel Mary's essence, her very being, pouring into her, filling her to the brim and beyond. It was a violation. It was a baptism. It was the most intense experience of her life. Mary wasn't just fucking her mouth; she was claiming her, marking her from the inside out.

Sara's body, betrayed by her own senses, responded with a shuddering orgasm that ripped through her without warning. Her back arched in the zero-gravity of the room, as waves of pleasure crashed over her. A muffled scream escaped her lips, which were stretched around the ghost's massive shaft. Mary, feeling the vibrations of Sara's climax around her cock, let out a long, satisfied moan of her own. "That's it... take it all..." she gasped, her hips bucking wildly. "Take every last drop..." The ghost's own climax was not short after, a **** of nature. It wasn't a burst, but a continuous flow, a tidal wave of cool, minty essence that flooded Sara's system. Her stomach expanded further, becoming a tight, round sphere of ectoplasmic cum. Sara's vision swam, the room blurring into a vortex of color and light. She felt like she was going to burst, like she was going to dissolve into a puddle of pure pleasure, but she didn't feel pain, only pure bliss.

As before she keeps her cock down to hilt not even thinking of pulling out.

"That's... wow... hot..." Mary panted, her form flickering wildly. As ghost looked down at the swollen, blissed-out form floating before her, her blue aura pulsing in a steady, satisfied rhythm. Sara was a mess—a dazed, bloated masterpiece of her own making. "Alright, stage one complete." Mary grinned, a sharp, predatory sight, she had something on her mind, as Sara's clothing gave in and became more like ripped rags then actual clothing. As her body jiggled. "Now... lets try something else..."

Mary gave her still-buried cock a few experimental rolls, and Sara responded with a soft, **** moan. The ghost's grin widened. With a delicate, spectral touch, she tugged Sara's body closer.

"Ready for the finale?" Mary's voice was a low purr. In a swift, impossibly fluid motion, Mary pushed Sara downwards along her shaft. Then using her spectral powers she would use Sara's body as if a cheap cock-sleve

She starts moving Sara's body up and down, making her go up-and-down Mary's cock. The movement made a wet, sloppy sound that echoed through the haunted house. The sound of sloshing cum from inside Sara's stomach, already stretched to its limit and looking comically huge, was a constant reminder of the situation.

"Ahhh..." Mary moaned, her head falling back. "This is... this is the life!" She began to move Sara faster, her powerful ghostly hand gripping Sara's hips, guiding her up and down the shaft like a piston. Her large, round breasts heaved. Her massive ass, now freed from the confines of her jeans, jiggled with each brutal thrust. Mary wasn't just fucking Sara mouth anymore, she was using her, as an object for her spectral pleasure.

Sara, for her part, was completely insensible. She was a passenger in her own body, a doll being used for another's gratification. Her mind was a blank, wiped clean by the sheer intensity of the experience. She could feel each movement as an echo, a distant thud against the wall of her pleasure-induced haze. The only thing she was truly aware of was the immense pressure inside her and the overwhelming fullness that was both uncomfortable and strangely satisfying.

As Sara starts losing it again... going to black out... she suddenly opens her eyes to feel, Mary's cock throbs as it's close once again, but something different, she feels the cock.. getting bigger! balls larger! Oh gods.. this is going to be a massive load..

The ghost was a master puppeteer. She moved Sara with a precision that was both terrifying and erotic. Up and down, up and down, the motion was relentless. Sara's body was just a warm, wet hole for Mary to use. And use it she did. With a final, guttural roar "FAACK!" Mary slammed Sara down one last time. The ghost's cock throbbed! it didn't just throb, it *grew*, stretching Sara's throat wider than ever before. Her stomach, already a sphere of ectoplasm, expanded further, the skin stretched tight and shiny.

A geyser of cool, minty cum erupted from Mary's cock. It was a torrent, a deluge. It was so much that it started to leak out of the corners of Sara's mouth, trickling down her chin and neck in ghostly rivulets. She couldn't swallow it all. It was too much. The sheer volume was more than her body could handle even with the ghost shenanigans. Mary held her there, her whole body shuddering with the **** of her climax. The room spun again, the windows blurring into streaks of moonlight. She could feel Mary's essence pouring into her, filling her to the very brim, as the darkness finally gets her... and she blacks out...