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.

Anna In The After Life #2: Death Takes On A Whole New Meaning

by
Charles McCarthy

Anna and James walked along the hospital hallway in silent bliss, reliving their recent orgasmic experience.

"What happened back there?" she asked with a giggle.

"You," he said looking her over, "your sexual energy is very, very strong. You have to learn to control it better."

Anna looked down at her body, still glowing from their encounter with that gorgeous redhead.

"Shit! I can't do nothin right."

"Anna, it's not wrong. You have a power. You are special. You just need to learn how to control it."

They were slowly approaching the doors of the hospital where the natural light from outside was beginning to mingle with the institutional fluorescent lights of the hospital.

"Can you teach me?" she asked slowly laying her head on James's shoulder.

"No, you are too powerful. You must seek the master."

Anna giggled playfully, "The master?"

"Yes."

They stepped through the hospital doors and into the sun, but it wasn't the sun that made Anna cover her face. Hundreds of paparazzi and reporters huddled in the parking lot. Out of instinct, Anna prepared to fend them off and run away.

James stroked her head and whispered, "It will be okay. Remember. They can't see you."

But across the parking lot one reporter did turn and squint, trying to make them out in the bright Florida sun as Anna lifted her head to see the lack of reaction from the reporters.

"But look," she said pointing to Joan Rivers speed walking across the parking lot alone.

She reached them panting heavily and holding her side.

"Gawd, you would think that Oil of Olay would steal some of this fucking moisture from Florida and use it in some lotion. Is it humid or what?"

Anna and James stood shocked. She was obviously talking to them. There was no one else around that she could be talking to.

"Anna, first let me say, you look won-der-ful! I can't say you have ever looked this good. No, really, I can't. It's a legal thing," she said in one long breath, pausing only to fix her hair, "I don't want to get into it, but how do you feel? How do you feel?"

"I, I feel great, but I...I'm dead. You shouldn't be seein me."

James added, "Are you dead?"

"Hon, let me tell you. I've been seeing dead people for years. Between the botox, the illegal European blend of toxins that I get pumped into my skin, the plastic bits and pieces in my ass and tits, and my lack of compassion and humanity, I said sionara to being a real, live person a long time ago. Don't tell "E!" though. It might nullify some of my contracts," Joan monologued, choking out the last few words.

Anna reached out and touched Joan's face. Her hand didn't pass threw it.

"Weird," Anna exclaimed, continuing to play with Joan's face like silly puddy.

Ignoring Anna's touch, Joan asked, "Any idea who killed you babe?"

Anna stopped playing with her face and looked shocked.

"Someone killed me?"

"Joan, I think we need to get going," James said, trying to politely end the conversation.

"Someone killed me? I don't understand."

"You bet your life or your death, the way it is now, someone killed you and killed you good," Joan blurted out, as James lead Anna away.

"What's she talkin about?"

"I'm not quite sure," James said, looking over his shoulder, "but if you were killed, and you are going to do anything about it, you need to find the Master first and learn how to control your powers. You will never get anything done on your own without them."

"Aren't you comin with me?" she asked sadly.

James looked around and back at the hospital before replying, "My place is here. I'm sorry."

"Where is the master?"

"Van Nuys or Chatsworth."

"Cali-forni-uh? Los Angeles?"

"Yes. You have had more "True Hollywood Stories" than anyone alive or dead, so you should have no problem finding friends to help you on your way. Now go."

James placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and ran his hand slowly over her breasts before turning and walking back towards the hospital.

Anna In The After Life #1: Rules of Phantasmic Orgasms

by
Charles McCarthy

Everything seemed to have a yellow glow to it when Anna opened her eyes.

She looked around and saw all the doctors and nurses rushing around her, and Howard standing talking to one of the doctors.

"Howard? What's goin on?" she said as she sat up and got out of bed, feeling a hundred pounds lighter.

Howard did not respond to her questions, and seemed to be ignoring her as she walked towards him.

"Howard?"

Howard continued to talk to the doctor, and they both continued to point at her empty bed prompting Anna to turn and look to see what they were pointing at.

She was both shocked and awed to find that she was still laying in the bed. This sent her into a panic and she looked around the room franticly. She looked down at her self and realized that she was completely naked, and her body didn't look or feel like her body, not now. Her giant breasts seemed to float instead of sag and her ass was perky again.

"Dang!"

She rushed to a mirror, but there was nothing there. She couldn't see herself in the mirror.

"Am I dead?" she said out loud, while walking slowly towards her bloated corpse.

"No! No! it can't be! Why?"

She tried to grab at Howard, but her hand just went through him.

"No!"

She ran from the room crying, and continued to run down the halls of the hospital.

Finally she stopped and slumped to the floor across from an open hospital room and began to really sob.

Where would she go from here? Why? Was she dead? Why was she dead?

She continued to cry so hard that it hurt. She cried until a familiar voice broke the silence.

"Will you shut the fuck up!"

Anna looked up with a look of surprise on her face, as a naked man with a huge, hard man sword walked out of the open hospital room.

"James? What are you doin here?"

Her long dead husband James looked back at her with the same surprise on his face. He was not the man she remembered of course. He was younger than when she had ever known him, and he seemed taller. Muscles took the place of the flab and wrinkles that she remembered in his stomach and chest, and his hair was much thicker and blacker.

"Oh you are finally here," he said as his anger melted.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you. I was just trying to make it with this stripper and your crying was throwing me off," James said with a smile.

"What?"

He held out his hand, "Here come with me."

She slowly rose and walked with him into the room that he came out of. As they walked James slowly ran his fingers down her back giving her the delicious memories of times past, memories of his fingers running over her skin. She began to grow aroused remembering his tongue...his lips...and his manhood that had never stopped working till the day he left her.

"Look," he said as he pointed at a beautiful young stripper with curly red hair and a luscious body.

Her big breasts rose and fell slowly with her shallow breaths.

"What's wrong with her?"

He pointed at her leg up in a cast, "She fell off the stage and broke her leg."

"Awe, poor thang."

"She'll be fine."

James walked over to the stripper and slowly lifted her hospital gown, revealing her closely shaved fire crotch.

"What are you doin? How did you move her gown?"

"I'm going to make her feel better. Come here."

Anna slowly walked towards James. The sight of his manhood and the memories brought back from his touch had sent tingles of desire to her nether regions.

"Sexual energy is the only connection that we have left with the living world," he said as he stroked his manhood.

Anna looked confused and was confused.

"I don't get it."

"You will."

James reached out and began to run his hand over her ample breasts sending tingles of delight all over her body, telling her to move closer.

She moved closer to him and reached down and took ahold of his hard flesh rocket, and as she did this, the tingle in her nether region grew even stronger. She had had this feeling before, but nothing like this.

James looked her in the eyes as he spoke, "Do you feel it?"

"Yes."

"Now take that and use it," he said as he guided her other hand to the stripper's quivering strawberry pubic mound.

She could feel the skin under her finger tips. She could feel it growing moist. She could feel the tingle growing stronger and stronger. The feeling was so strong, and James made it stronger by beginning to run his hand between her thighs.

The stripper began to moan and writhe slowly in the bed.

"Kiss her. Make her feel really good."

Anna bent over and began to kiss the stripper between the legs softly and wetly feeling the pleasure of giving pleasure until suddenly her body exploded with the pleasure that only a man could give, as James entered her from behind and reminded her womanhood what it was to be alive, even when you are dead.

"Oh James! It feels so good," she mumbled with her mouth full.

The sensations were so familiar, but different. She couldn't last very long bent over this hospital bed with sensational, electrical, tingles dancing over her skin and through her body.

Suddenly the stripper let out a moan, and as if on command Anna too let out an orgasmic moan as her body shook with ecstasy.

James too shuddered and thrust deep inside her.

The tingle in her nether region had grown into a burning star of sensation that exploded in an orgasmic supernova.

"DANG! Ahhhh!"

The shock wave of her orgasm ripped through the hospital room cracking all the windows and mirrors and waking the stripper.

The stripper sat up and looked around the room before saying to herself, "Dang!"