Marsha and Me-at: When an attention starved Futa Ghost, Marsha finally appears to a young man she calls Meat, things suddenly start become real sticky, hot, and glowing blue in their apartment. (Patreon)

For weeks I had felt uneasy in my new apartment. I was used to the countryside, been there my whole life but work beckoned me to the big city. It wasn’t just the change of lifestyle, the apartment itself seemed to… well, be alive. Things would move at first then whispering. One night, I felt something sitting on my chest petting my face. It gradually got worse after that. I’d feel arms wrapping around me, hands caressing my arms and legs. Shit, I’d tried every thing short of a priest coming here. Whatever it was, it didn’t want to hurt me. It was more like it wanted my attention, I thought. All that mystery came to light the one night. Oddly, my apartment was quiet that night, the kind of heavy silence that settles after midnight when the city has finally gone to sleep. I was half-asleep on the couch, the television murmured something forgettable, when the air suddenly turned cold.

As I was looking for a blanket, she simply…appeared.

One moment the living room was empty. The next, a soft grey figure stood a few feet away, completely naked, long black hair spilling down her back and over her shoulders like ink. Her skin was the color of wet stone, faintly translucent around the edges at first. Her eyes were pure white, no pupils, no irises, just soft, glowing white. She was creepy but cute, in a way. Her figure plump and soft-looking with a little pudgy belly. Hips full, thighs thick and hugging one another, and a heavy chest that rose and fell as if she were alive.

She slowly glided across my living room to me. Between her glossy chubby thighs hung a thick, heavy cock, effortlessly thirteen inches soft. Its foreskin slightly wrinkled, struggled to conceal a fat head. The tip glowed a gentle, luminous blue, and what I could only assume was precum, glowed the same. Beneath it swung a pair of large, completely bald testicles, firm and full in appearance.

She eerily tilted her head, studying me with those empty white eyes, and smiled.

“Hello, Meat. I’mmmm Marsha.”

When her darkened lips open I expect something terrifing to come out but her voice was soft, almost shy, carrying a faint but slightly chilling echo.

“I-it’s been so long since I last heard my name out loud.”

I sat up slowly, heart hammering, but I couldn’t look away. My gaze kept dropping to that heavy grey cock and the soft blue glow at its tip. Something about it…about her aside from attraction, pulled at my curiosity. I’ve had futa girlfriends but they were and none of them had a cock that could equal this ghost. I didn’t care about what could happen if I had sex with a ghost. Fuck it, I wanted her, I’d worried about any consequences later. Besides I figured if Marsha wanted to hurt me she would’ve by then.

Marsha’s white eyes narrowed with interest as well. She moved closer, the temperature dropping another few degrees around her.

“You keep staring,” she murmured. “Most people scream or run but you… you’re just… looking.”

I swallowed. “It’s… pretty. The blue and everything really, I mean. Also my name is not Meat it-”

She abruptly rose higher making me scurry back. A soft, surprised laugh left her dark blueish lips. She reached down and gave her thick shaft a slow stroke, the foreskin sliding back to reveal more of that pretty glowing blue tip. A beads of luminous blue precum welled up and dripped to the floor, where it glowed faintly.

“You like it?” she asked, almost hopeful. “You want to know what it tastes like?”

I nodded, mouth suddenly parched.

Marsha’s expression shifted. Something bright and almost fragile lighting up her grey features. The temperature in the room seemed to stabilize moist warmth.

“No one’s ever wanted to see me before. Not really. Not like this.” She stroked herself again, slower this time, and more of that glowing blue fluid spilled out, coating her fingers.

“I’ll make more for you, Meat. As much as you want. As long as you keep looking at me like that. It feels good to be seen and wanted finally.”

She kept stroking her growing cock, her lifeless cloudy eyes locked on mine. The more she realised I wasn’t looking away and enjoying every pale inch of her ghostly body, the more excited she became. Her soft belly jiggled slightly with each stroke and small jolt of her hips. Her cock hardened rapidly, the full thirteen inches standing thick and stiff like a corn stock. The blue glow at the tip intensified until it lit the space between us.

“You really wanted to see me do this to myself,” she whispered, almost disbelieving.

“You actually, mmmmm… like what you see!!” She let out an echoing moan that shook the room.

That thought seemed to push her over. She cupped her large, smooth balls, squeezing gently, and a deep, another needy echo escaped her. The first fat gooey rope of glowing blue cum shot from her cock like lotion, arching through the air and splattering across my chest and the couch. It was warm, almost hot, and it glowed brightly where it landed. Another pulse followed, then another, each one thicker and more forceful than the last almost like rubber cement glue. Marsha’s white eyes went wide with shock and pleasure as she kept cumming, unable stop. Gallon after gallon of bright blue semen poured from her, flooding the floor, completely soaking the couch, and seeping deep into my carpets. The room filled with the soft blue light of it.

I didn’t hesitate. I leaned forward and gulped what had spilled infront of me like the dog I am. The taste was sweet and cool at first, then warm on my tongue, with a faint electric numbing tingle. Its flavor was so unworldly and mysterious. I didn’t care what it might do to me in that moment, I just knew wanted more of its taste, texture, its warmth inside of my mouth and body. I scooped it all up and made a barrier with my arms as if her cum were my poker winnings. I took my time slurping her blue globs of cum as she worked the next serving from her dripping balls. I realized in that moment that if I could eat her cum, I could probably feel and touch her sexy ghost body too. I could see her balls tighten, another flood of delicious mystery cum was nearing. I leaned up from the sticky floor and connected my mouth to her dick tip like a hose to a fire hydrant. My theory was right, I could touch Marsha or her dick at least. I had know time to be surprised with her next spurt gushing into my mouth with such force. My mouth began to swell, I couldn’t focus on the taste without spitting or swallowing the rushing current of fluid. So, of course I swallowed greedily, wasting none. I then opened wider, letting the next thick ropes pour straight down my throat. I’ve never felt anything rush into my stomach so quickly, the feeling made me dizzy and cum hands free for the first time. Marsha stared down at me, mouth open, dark lips glistening with drool, huffing and still pumping out more cum while I gulped savoring its taste.

“I can’t believe…you’re… drinking it all,” she breathed, voice shaking.

“Does this mean… I can stay here with forever and you’ll stop trying rid your home of me?”

I nodded, still swallowing, blue liquid light bubbling from the corners of my mouth. Her grey skin, her soft chubby curves, the heavy swing and clap of her balls as she kept unloading, everything about her felt perfect in that moment.

Marsha’s hand rested gently on my head, tenderly.

“No Meat has ever wanted me like this,” she whispered.

“Not once. Not in all the years I’ve been here.” Another heavy pulse of blue cum unexpectedly filled my mouth and I drank it down.

“Do you…want more, Meat?”

I looked up at her white eyes, and nodded all while her hips slowly continued thrusting 7 out of 13 inches of her cock in and out of my glowing mouth. She made sure to give me every last glob of her yummy specter nectar.

Outside, the city continued sleeping while Inside the apartment, her blue lit cum painted every surface, corner and crevice. Her ghostly essence forever infused in the walls and in me.