Anna In The After Life #3: On The Road With Jack-Car-O-Whack

by
Charles McCarthy

Anna walked along for a while thinking about her life, remembering the good times and the bad. She thought about her days as a child, her days dancing, modeling. She thought about her son and daughter and became sad. What would happen to Danielynn? Where was Daniel and was he doing okay being dead too? She almost turned around to try to find Danielynn, to find her and make sure she was okay, but she kept walking. Howard would take good care of her, and besides, she couldn't do anything without being able to control her powers anyway.

"Dang. How am I gonna get to Cali-forni-UH anyway? I can't walk all that way. Wish I could fly like that Casper," she said out loud to no one in particular.

She wondered if now that she was a ghost, Redbull really would give her wings. No. That's just silly talk.

At that moment an old Lincoln pulled up to a red light at the intersection she was walking through, and she looked inside. There, inside, in the passenger seat, was a naked man with his hair neatly slicked and parted, and a young dude in a white t-shirt and jeans with his hair done the same way was driving.

"Hey! You ain't got no clothes on!" she shouted, forgetting that no one could hear her.

She felt really dumb for a second when she remembered that no one could hear her, but in that same moment, the naked man in the car looked over at her.

"Pussy cat, you don't have much room to talk the way you walk the walk," he chanted in a rhythmic and poetic way.

"Hey."

"Why don't you hop in and ride the ride with me, and see what you can see with me?"

"You talk funny...I like it," she said as she jumped through the window into the back seat of the car, having a hard time getting her hips and ass in.

"No one could ever accuse you of not being hip my little pussy cat," he chanted as the light turned green and the car accelerated with Anna still hanging out of the window.

She flopped all the way into the car and looked around, as the Naked man climbed into the back with her.

"Do you mind if I touch your skin?" he asked, continuing, "I don't know if I know where to begin," he said while eyeing her giant breasts.

"I guess," she giggled back running her eyes over his body.

His man sword was more of a man dagger, but as his lithe hands began to flow over her body she felt as if she was being played like some sort of complicated instrument of pleasure.

"Does that feel good and fine and right?" he asked as his hand found it's way into here secret garden, her secret rain forest of love.

"It feels great," she moaned in pleasure, but suddenly she remembered herself, and her need to find the master, her need to get to California and so she stopped him, "but stop. Where are we going?"

"Steve here is on his way to California to find the way to be in and one with the west, to chase the setting sun."

"Steve?"

He pointed at the guy driving.

"Oh, well, in that case," she ended her sentence by reaching over and beginning to stroke his poetic license.

His hands continued to play her body, to find new notes to strike, to find new ways to strike a chord with her womanly pleasure, and then he began to suckle at her ample breasts.

"What's your name?"

"Jack," he said as he entered her with his fingers, and began to really drive her crazy.

"Yur drivin me crazy," Anna moaned in automotive ecstasy.

"I'm not driving you anywhere, but leading. Steve is the one driving," he said prophetically.

At that moment, the car pulled onto the highway and headed down a long stretch of desolate Florida asphalt, and as if on cue, or if he knew what was going on in the back seat, Steve reached down, unzipped his pants, releasing his sensual summer sausage, and began to stroke it to life causing Anna to quiver with hunger.

Anna looked to Jack and questioned,"If Steve is drivin, can I ride what he is drivin?"

"I would if I could give you what's under his hood, but if I can taste your sweet lips, I will not be thirsty," he said knowingly.

Anna climbed over the seat and began to try to focus the tingle in between her legs, the energy, the sexual desire. She didn't have to try very hard as she sunk slowly down onto Steve's masterful manhood with a moan of ecstasy.

"Ahhh, fuck," Steve let out with a look of confused ecstasy.

As she began to bounce up and down as if she was riding a horse and not an old V-8, Jack moved up and balanced between the seats and offered up his rock hard man dagger to occupy even more of her energy.

Steve's face contorted in confused and ignorant pleasure as Anna surrounded him with her power.

Jack's hands continued to work their magic, and between them and Steve's manhood, there wasn't very much that could stop or wanted to stop the gigantic orgastic explosion of sexual energy that was about to happen.

Anna moaned and joyfully accepted everything that Jack had to give her as his body shuddered in a happy ending to his poem, to the song he was playing on her body.

Anna soon followed this act with an explosion of her own, sending another shock wave of orgastic sexual energy out into the world as her ghostly body shook with pleasure and not only unlocked Steve's hot flow of pleasure lava, causing him to send the car flying off the road, but turned on the car radio which blared the song "Sexual Healing" with no indiscretion.

"Wow. I never thought death would be this good. I wonder if the Master'll really be able to teach me anything by the time I find him," she glowed.

"Heavy. The Master will be happy to try."

"You know him?" she asked.

"Of course. Who doesn't?"

"I don't," she replied.

"Well you will soon enough."

Steve got control of himself, and after cleaning himself up a little, got the car back on the road and heading into the setting sun.