by
Charles McCarthy
The car flew off the road and down a steep hill, knocking over small bushes and crashing through a fence before landing in a swimming pool with a crash. The swimming pool was in the back yard of a very nice house, and as they sank a little deeper into the pool, Anna could see the owner rushing out of the house wearing boxers, a button up shirt, and an angry and confused look on his face.
Margaret was frozen for a moment, her fingers welded to the wheel with fear, until suddenly she started to scream and thrash and try to free herself from the car, which was quickly filling with water now.
Jack and Anna floated out of the car with ease, followed shortly by a thrashing, wet Margaret. Her mohawk was a wet, stringy mess now.
"This is not going to look good or be good of good or towards good on her, for her driving record," Jack rambled.
The owner of the house started shouting at Margaret, "What the fuck do you think you are doing? Why? Hu? Why? Am I on fucking Punked?"
It took Anna a second to recognize the owner of the house, but once she did, she thought she could make things right. When she saw him looking at Margaret's supple breasts heaving under her now wet t-shirt, she knew she could.
"I think I can help!" she exclaimed to Jack, "Now is the real one test. I got to use my pooooowers! Help if you can Jack."
"I...I," Margaret tried to answer, still dumbfounded by the whole situation, "You're Charlie Sheen?"
"So, you just smashed my fence and now your crappy car is in my pool, sinking," he fired back,"Are you going to pay for this?"
Anna quickly moved to Charlie Sheen's side and started to build her sexual energy ball. She began to move her hand over his man-sheen and sent bolts of tingling pleasure into his hooker stick. Suddenly, her work was rewarded as he grew hard almost instantly.
He looked down, not quite understanding what was going on, but when he looked up and saw Margaret in the pool, he didn't care. With frog-like dexterity, he hopped into the pool with Margaret, and Jack, who was now working his own powers as best he could on Margaret, who seemed to be responding.
"You look cold," Charlie said as he reached out and touched her quivering arm.
"Actually, I'm hot," she replied, slowly taking her shirt off to reveal her perfect breasts accented by a Joe Strummer tattoo.
"Me too," responded Charlie, ripping his shirt off and moving closer to Margaret, "Maybe we can blow on each other and cool each other off."
Anna now stood inside of Margaret, controlling her every move.
"Dang! Hell yeah!" Margaret exclaimed with a confused look on her face, not understanding these words coming out of her mouth, and as she reached her hand out for his hard, wet, man-sheen, she added, "I loved you in Lucas."
"Thanks babe," he responded, removing her pants.
"Dang! I loved you in Hot Shots," Anna made Margaret add.
"Thanks babe," he answered again sliding his and between her legs.
Anna started to quiver as she felt what Margaret felt. The feelings of the flesh were different, and feeling feelings of pleasure through a different woman's womanhood sent new spikes of pleasure into Anna's own womanhood. She had to hold back to keep from erupting, and it didn't help that Jack was behind her now slowly running his hands over her buttocks, and sliding his fingers in with Charlie's now exploring digits.
"Ahhh! That feels so good," Margaret moaned in ecstasy, feeling her whole body being attacked by pleasure, every woman-cave being explored by ghostly and corporeal spelunking fingers.
Suddenly Charlie grabbed Margaret and hoisted her up onto the car hood, which had now stopped sinking. He spread her legs, and after pausing to read the words, 'The Gates Of Hell,' which were tattooed on Margaret's inner thighs in Papyrus font, he began to feast on her wet lady-buffet, sucking, licking, and nibbling ferociously like a hungry wolverine.
Both Anna and Margaret moaned at the same time creating a deep and demonic sound that made Charlie hesitate for a moment.
"Sorry, burp, you know. Why don't you come up here?" Anna made Margaret explain away.
Charlie climbed up on the bumper of the car, presenting his water drenched manhood to her, and saying, "Alright, if you insist."
Margaret began to devour him, now needing no coaxing from Anna, so Anna stepped out of her for a moment and sunk down to taste Jack's still submerged, ghost submarine. He was now busily continuing to pleasure Margaret with his paranormal panderings to her pudding bowl of womanness.
Anna was not at it long before she freed the sub's phantasmic sea men, and she was ready to feel some of Charlie Sheen's loaded weapon, so she made her way back up and into Margaret who had already exploded once from the pleasure that Jack was giving her. Now Anna was ready for some.
"Why don't we go inside and get out of these wet clothes," she said through Margaret.
"Oh yeah?" Charlie laughed at the joke, "Maybe we can get into something else wet," he continued, helping Margaret out of the pool and walking her inside with Anna and Jack following them.
None of them could have ever imagined what they found as they walked through the door.
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