“It is morning?” a young woman asked herself with intelligible guttural gags. She had slept a whole ten minutes which was better than most nights and enough to completely disorient her. She could not even tell if the sun had risen because of the coarse, hairy crotch of a man on her face, his almost equally hairy ballsack enveloping her nose and eyes like a pillowcase euthanasia. Deep in her throat was a cock bigger than any other on this Earth. It was like getting your esophagus fisted but by an appendage that had never once known the touch of soap. Something warm was being dumped right into her stomach in thick, unending squirts, which were joining countless others already sloshing in her belly.
When she waved a hand in front of her face. The midsection of the man dissipated like he was made of light dust. Only his cock remained, and it continued to spew ancient semen with a hundred times the normal sperm count down her gullet. If only the jizz was as easy to disperse, she wouldn’t be constantly digesting a bloated stomachful.
But at least, until the white dust reformed into a prehistoric, hip-thrusting Neanderthal, she had her answer: the room was bright. It was morning. And she needed to get baking. You don’t sell a house built on an ancient caveman burial ground without the smell of freshly baked cookies competing with the smell of 100,000-year-old cum.
Kierra sat up, her breasts swiping a cloud of dust from dispersed cavemen. Their misty forms couldn’t stop her from going about her day; a hollow victory, as poltergeists don’t need you to stay put. In their living days, they might have pinned down a young screaming cavegirl to gangrape her senseless, or bonked her on the head with a club, but spectral beings are above such barbaric tactics as they can just float around and keep fucking you no matter what you do or where you go. Even now, sitting on the bed, giant cocks much like the one oozing its last drop of splooge down her throat were ravaging her holes. Double-anal, double vaginal. What did they care about a bed being in the way? They could fuck her through anything.
It was an inescapable daily and nightly nightmare to have her cervix stretched around two giant caveman cocks. It made her cherish the few seconds when her cervix was only stretched around one giant caveman cock, the other having finished shooting primitive ooze inside her painfully bloated womb. There was always another one ready to take its place, though. Kierra winced, her cervix once again stretched tight around two giant caveman cocks. Nevertheless, she scooted her cock-filled butt to the edge of the bed. Spending the day in bed would not help her get out of this eternal gangbang.
She estimated the population of horny ghost cavemen in her home to be close to a thousand. There had to be this many cocks fighting to double up on each of her holes and maintain an unyielding rotation 24/7 despite only taking a minute or two to ejaculate. Not a second passed after the throating cavemen finished, that a new one took his place. At least they had given up on fitting two in her mouth. Never mind, Kierra thought as a second one tried to join in. Kierra had chipmunk cheeks and teary eyes for a minute before the overeager newcomer gave up and just came on her face. She sighed as thick jizz dripped down on her bare chest. There were a lot of sighs since she moved in three years ago.
Kierra limped out of her room but practiced her 'normal walk' down the upstairs hallway. A normal walk was when she tried really hard to ignore the cocks constantly reshaping her birth canal and rectum like a 4-cylinder engine. She was going to need her normal walk while showing off the house.
Before going down the stairs, Kierra turned around and sighed. Again. She had forgotten to sleep in the bathtub. Always sleep in the bathtub when you have a house visit the next day. Seeking whatever small comfort she could, Kierra had instead collapsed on her bed and the cum that cavemen had been pumping into her raw, tired holes all night was running down her legs leaving a wide trail of off-white slime from the bed to her feet. She sighed a few more times before getting down on her knees.
Licking cum off the floor while being throat fucked is hard but still easier than it sounds. If you wave your tongue around, you can dislodge the ghostly particles in your mouth, leaving only the deeper part of the cock in your throat. Like all paranormal feather dusting, it only lasts a few seconds, but long enough to lap up and swallow a mouthful of goo. She was sick in both senses of the word of always licking cum off the floor, but it was the only way to get rid of it. The only way to interact with it. A sponge would go right through, cleaning only the wood underneath. She never figured out why cum didn't simply ghost through the floor. Maybe it was the varnish. She had given up on learning all the rules of poltergeist cavemen rape and decided to dedicate the little energy she had during the day to passing on her burden to new owners. And nobody would be buying a house with floors sticky with ectoplasm.
Halfway done slurping up the spilled gallon of splooge, tongue to the ground and ass in the air, Kierra gasped, ejecting cum bubbles out of both nostrils. The cavemen had managed to fit a third cock up her ass. This was a first unless it had happened before while she was passed out. A trained anal pornstar would have reconsidered her career choice if asked to take even just one of these monster cocks. It seemed like evolution had been gradually kinder to women for the last hundred millennia so that they could have the normal size penises we enjoy today.
With a total of five cocks crowding her abdomen and an anus stretched like a rubberband, Kierra fought against the initial shock. The cocks weren’t going away, so she had to get used to it. She didn’t think she could handle double anything but she eventually did. It certainly didn’t help that the cavemen’s bodies could occupy the same space, stepping inside each other, only having to fight for room in the warm pockets they enjoyed so much. There wasn't much else to do but fuck back then.
OK, this is the new normal, she thought once a dozen cocks (three at a time) had finished ejaculating around the bend of her colon. One more reason to sell this house. Get up. Finish licking the floor. Then bake those fucking cookies.
Why not abandon this cursed place? Wherever Kierra went, the cavemen followed. She even tried staying at a motel for a month. The previous owner had broken the curse by finding a new owner, and Kierra couldn't blame her anymore; that had probably been her last resort, too. Besides, abandoning a house in this economy? The bank would probably fuck her harder than the cavemen could.
Normal walk. Normal walk. Kierra picked up some of the general mess on her way to the kitchen, putting on whatever discarded clothes she found. It was like her to forget the most important real estate rule of not answering the door naked. It’s not like a piece of tissue could stop beings that can fuck her through a wall, so she rarely bothered getting dressed unless she was expecting company.
There was cum on the kitchen counter, so the first step was to lick that clean too. It was hard to keep any surface cum-free as the more impatient cave ghosts just rub their cocks on her hands to jizz in her general direction. The baking, which would have taken her unmolested-self twenty minutes, stretched for hours. All Kierra cared about was putting them in the oven. She hadn’t been hungry in three years and had no intention of dipping cookies in her stomach milk. Baking while getting gangbanged in all holes by a thousand ghostly cocks was a challenge rarely addressed in cooking shows. She constantly had to bat away at cavemen crotches to look at the recipe book behind them since getting fucked over the counter by double-vaginal and triple-anal cocks meant constantly forgetting what you read four minutes ago. The first batch was ruined by gagging on a particularly large cock and vomiting into the batter. Baked cum was probably not what they meant by 'a homely aroma will increase the likelihood of selling your house'.
She cleaned the counter with a cloth, then licked what stayed behind just in time. The doorbell rang.
Normal walk. She winced on the first shaky step, having relied on the counter for support all afternoon. Normal walk.
Before opening the door, Kierra removed her cum-stained apron and violently shook her head, temporarily displacing the ghost cock in her throat. A Tourette’s tick is the lie she had settled on for why it had to happen before each sentence.
“Welcome!” her first word in weeks sounded like a wet frog's croak, but her best, fakest smile still had some charm despite the tired, soulless eyes and unkempt, permanent sex hair.
A single mother and her teenage daughter were at the door. They wouldn’t see the ghosts and there shouldn’t be any incidents. Kierra remembered it took a few days for the cavemen to discover and attune themselves to the new presence in the house once she had moved in. But seeing such a happy family, especially the young, bright-eyed girl, raised ethical concerns she thought she had long abandoned. How long would these two women get raped before they manage to unload the burden to new, unsuspecting victims? The teenage girl would certainly be traumatized for the rest of her life. A sweet little thing raped by the worst humankind ever had to offer and with cocks big enough to leave you crippled and barren. Or maybe they would never escape. Maybe, like Kierra, they would consider burning the house down and face the risk of staying haunted forever. Two lives ruined to save one...
Kierra shook her head as if to say no but it was also to dust off her throat. “Sorry... it’s not for sale anymore.” And she left the dumbfounded guests on the porch. Once again alone, once again crying, she could hear the squirting of cum inside her womb, colon, and throat, as constant as her heartbeat. If only I didn't have to go through this alone, she started, having already decided where this train of thought would lead. At least they wouldn’t go through this alone. They would have each other. They would support each other and share the load of a thousand raping ghosts, which I bear all by myself. 500 ghosts each. That’s such a more reasonable amount, enough to maybe get 20 minutes of sleep every night...
“Wait!” Kierra stopped the mother before she closed her car's door. “Just got a call. Turns out they didn’t pass the credit check." Lies flowed out of her mouth more smoothly than the usual lumpy cock snot.
Both mother and daughter looked relieved. "Does that mean we can get this house, Mom? It's so much better than our tiny apartment. There's enough room to invite all of my friends for sleepovers."
“We'll see, Sweetie. I'm just so surprised we can afford it. Let's make sure there's no catch first.”
Kierra shook her again to mean there was no catch and to vaporize the cock in her throat. The ghosts might not yet have been able to interact with the new guests, but Kierra's anus and pussy could attest that their presence had the cavemen very excited.
“Come in. I made some cookies. And sorry for the tics. I have Tourette’s you see.”
