Monday, June 4, 2007

Anna In The After Life #13: Crazed Fanny

by
Charles McCarthy

As they entered the house the sound of a loud crash came from the kitchen followed by several more loud crashes, then a naked blonde woman with the body of a circus performer ran out of the kitchen holding a knife above her head and screaming at the top of her lungs.

"I'll fucking kill you CHARLIE!"

She rushed at Charlie Sheen with the knife, ready to inflict her inner pain and anger on him through its sharp blade.

Everyone was frozen, everyone except Anna. She quickly jumped at the woman and with her supernatural sexual energy sent her flying backward to the floor shaking with the power of an orgasm that could have been measured on the Richter Scale, and left the woman moaning in a puddle of her own woman juices. The knife slid across the Spanish tile floor, back into the kitchen.

"Woah! This is some crazy shit!" Charlie exclaimed, "Who the hell are you?"

Margaret and Jack stood by dumbfounded as the woman on the floor floundered to get up.

"I'm your biggest fan," she replied sheepishly, looking around in confusion.

Anna quickly took control of her and made her move slowly towards Charlie and Margaret. At the same time Jack started to run his ghostly digits over Margaret's body to sooth her and get her back into the mood.

"What's your name?" Charlie asked, not able to ignore the woman's rippling muscles and perfect breasts and ass.

"Harley," her deep sultry voice purred.

Harley reached out and touched his chest, and now that she, Charlie, and Margaret were so close together, Anna could control all of them an play them like an orgastic organ or ecstasy, with Jack there to pump her bellows. Their bodies quickly intertwined and were lost in one giant mass of flesh and ghostly passion.

The orgy that spanned the corporeal and ghostly planes lasted for hours. Fluids and energies were exchanged. Ecstasy was maintained. Anna's power was tested and trained. They were all drained and lay in a puddle of their own sweat, pool water, and man, woman, and ectoplasmic residue.

Anna lay on her back looking up at the ceiling.

"Hey! I'm supposed to be finding my killer, not havin sex orgies." she exclaimed.

Jack looked over at her, barely able to move or speak, "There's plenty...something...Oh you know."

"Dang Jack! You can't even talk all silly!" she giggled, "I guess you're right though. I have time."

Charlie Sheen sat up, looked over at Margaret and Harley, and with a glimmer in his eye pontificated, "Now those were some 'Hot Shots.' Eh? Eh?"

They all laughed.

Charlie glanced up at the clock.

"Oh crapola! I have to be at E! in half an hour!" he exclaimed, jumping up and rushing off to get dressed.

"E! That's were we was goin! This is gonna work out just fine," she said joyfully to Jack.

"Daddio. I think I'm going to go to stay to go to stay here in this sweet pad for a while."

"Suit yourself," Anna giggled and pointed to Margaret and Harley fondling each other's hot bodies on the cool Spanish tile, "I don't think they are going anywhere soon."

"Are you girls going to be here when I get back?" Charlie asked, as he rushed through the living room towards the front door, still buttoning his shirt.

"Oh yeah Charlie," they chimed simultaneously.

"Nice," Charlie responded as he walked out the door with Anna at his heels.

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