“Damn, lover, but you are hot!” She could hear his heavy breathing.
“Yeah,” she drawled in her best up-country Hoosier accent. “Ah reckon so!”
“You’re beautiful, Claudia.” Julia’s voice sounded husky. Richard knelt between her raised thighs, and as she spoke he lowered his face into her bower and she gasped. Charlotte kissed Julia’s throat and caressed her breasts, taking the corporeal woman’s hand to clasp around her own. “For a ghost you sure feel good,” Julia told her. “Ooh!”
Martin stepped closer, and Claudia brushed her hands over his shoulders. The play of firm muscles under his shirt felt delicious. “I think you must be getting kind of hot, too,” Claudia whispered. Martin’s lips pressed hers, warm and tender and loving as he fondled her breasts. She pushed against him, loving the man and the way he felt in her arms, loving the feel of his hands on her. As her hips swung forward Claudia could feel his hardening response. She began to tug at his shirt. “Off, now,” she mumbled into his mouth.
“Mmph!”
Between them they got it unfastened halfway but she lost patience and ripped it open. The sharp sound of tearing cloth and the startled but aroused look on his face made her pussy flood with desire.
“Ooh, baby!” Claudia reached for his belt. Again, patience stood no chance. She all but forced them off, kissing him hard as she did so, feeling his breath panting on her face. Turning, bending, and thrusting her butt against his groin made her message and needs plain—as if he needed any prompts.
Julia gasped. Claudia glanced over to see Richard lying upon her, her thighs about his waist as he moved in and out of her slowly. Charlotte kissed first him then Julia, toying with her small but perfect breasts. Claudia felt Martin back off enough to tug his boxers down and kick them away. Then his strong fingers were on her panties, and he ripped them off with one swift tug.
“Oh yeah!” Claudia gasped. Hands closed on her hips, and his hard, pulsing cock rose between her thighs. She had time to stand on tiptoe and part them as Martin slid inside, thrusting in and up and bearing her with him.
“Oh, God! Yeah!” she groaned, thrusting back against him, seeking to take as much of her man inside as she could.
Rocking and thrusting, moving his hips in a strong variable beat Martin used his cock to play her like a musical instrument, each thrust playing a new arpeggio on her nerves. His hands roamed over her back, and he raked it with his fingernails, making her gasp. Julia gasped along with her, and Richard groaned as he came. “I’m sorry, it has been so long,” he said contritely.
“Don’t worry, I understand.” Julia touched his cheek. “You lasted a lot longer than Paul did sometimes.”
“My turn!” Charlotte said excitedly. “I learned so much from your mind.” She changed places with Richard, straddling Julia’s head and lowering her pussy to allow the human woman to lick her. Richard offered Charlotte his cock, and she took it into her mouth with evident relish.
“So much for the staid and stuffy Victorians,” Claudia grinned then gasped as Martin reached between her legs and began to stroke her clit, stoking her fires still higher. Then his hands were on her breasts, cupping them, pulling them back, squeezing them. Claudia sighed heavily, loving the way he played with her. He squeezed them again, hard, drawing his fingers down and pinching and stretching the nipples before letting go. She moaned, savoring the pain. Martin’s strong thighs spread hers apart without her being quite aware of it, and then he slid his fingers further around the curve of her stomach and held her hips up higher.
The change in position meant a change in the angle of his cock inside her and she shuddered with delight as new parts of her sex felt his loving attention.
Julia gasped as Charlotte caressed her clit and pussy lips with her tongue. “You taste good, Julia,” she whispered. “So sweet.”
Claudia let her hair fall over her face, and looked down, loving the way her breasts swung, and loving the sight of her husband’s lower half framed by her parted thighs. His big scrotum swung back and forth with each deep thrust. She felt her orgasm drawing near.
“Harder, Marty,” she gasped. “Fuck me harder, babe!”
He redoubled his efforts, his hips jerking rapidly as he strove to pleasure her. Her cunt felt soaking wet, and she could hear the soft rapid queef of her juices as he thrust. Martin’s intense pleasuring did the trick. The myriad sparks of pleasure combined swiftly into one systolic surge that swept up from her sex like a fountain of fire and exploded in her mind.
Julia cried out at the same moment, her head over the edge of the bed, writhing as Charlotte held her in the classic sixty-nine position. Charlotte gasped in turn as Richard took hold of her hips and entered her with a firm thrust. Julia sighed as she came to, then giggled to see Richard mounting Charlotte right over her face.
She watched for a few moments then extricated herself, stepping down onto the floor to come over to Claudia and Martin where they lay, panting and happy on the chaise-longue. Stooping she put her arms around their shoulders and hugged them both. “Thanks for this,” she said. “I feel so much better.”
“You’re welcome, Jules,” Claudia told her, smiling.
Jules made to turn back to the bed then paused. “I’ll just do one thing, if I may. Just to kind of seal things between us.”
“What’s that?” Martin asked.
“This.” Julia knelt between his thighs and took Martin’s flaccid cock in her mouth. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Claudia, who shrugged as Julia sucked and licked at him. After a few moments Julia let Martin’s cock go and moved sideways to kneel between Claudia’s thighs. She kissed a path up them to her pussy. “I’m partial to a buttered bun,” Julia murmured and began to lap at Marty’s cum as it trickled from Claudia’s sex.
Claudia reached down and held Julia’s hair, stroking it as Julia stroked her clit with tongue and lips, setting new waves of pleasure rolling across her folds to the firm pearl at its apex. Claudia writhed and came anew, groans and cries escaping her lips as Julia licked her.
Julia stood and stepped back, swallowing as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Thanks again,” she said, and returned to the bed and the ghostly lovers.
Claudia came back to reality to find Martin had grown hard again. “I see Julia has a talent for reviving the dead,” she grinned.
He laughed, stood and took her by the hips, raising her up to pleasure her as she bent over the arm of the chaise-longue. Claudia looked down, watching him enter her. His breath gusted hot against her back as he bent over her and she took Martin’s length. “God!”
Martin began to fuck her hard. She saw his reflection in the dressing table glass, his face intense. Claudia propped herself up on her elbows and watched him. Over on the bed the two lovers reunited in the real world began to fade, the Afterlife claiming them. “Thank you all,” Charlotte called. “We’re free to love as we please.”
After a few seconds the images faded. Claudia lay back and let Martin’s cock work more magic in her cunt. Julia lay on the bed, propped up on one elbow, her fingers busy on her pussy as she watched them. She gasped then shuddered and cried aloud as she rode her orgasm. Martin grunted, spent inside Claudia in great and glorious spurts, making her come again. He gasped and groaned, and she felt his seed flow deep and copious. “Oh yeah,” she sighed. “This is what we’re talkin’ about!”
Later, sated and tired, she and Martin returned to their own room, leaving Julia sleeping peacefully for the first time in months. Returning from the bathroom after cleaning up Claudia felt the sense of someone watching them. She looked up, trying to locate the watcher and saw the old general’s face in the dressing table mirror. He winked, smiled, and nodded to her. She grinned back, and the ghost faded into nothing. “Sex magic,” she said softly. “You just can’t beat it.”
The End
Publisher’s Note
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A J Matthews grew up literally a stone’s throw from the wild North Sea. He wrote fiction from an early age, a hobby he continued through various careers in the leisure industry and the British civil service. When the fun of bureaucracy faded he started his own courier business but continued to write, this time for publication. Martin Grey and Claudia Mackenzie first appeared in 2005, and their adventures continue. A J’s works include contemporary, Sci Fi and historical fiction. Six years ago he met and married his wife, a fellow author and Doctor Who fan. They live in Ohio.
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