Hungry Ghosts

Allison, not to be outdone, had pulled off Mack's cock and shifted her hips forward slightly. Her hand gripped his shaft and she placed it at her own pucker. Mack's eyes were wide in shock and he took in the beautiful sight of Allison's splayed open pussy and his cock poised below it, nestled between the hanging bottoms of her ass cheeks. Her ring felt firm and tight, unyielding as the swollen tip of his cock pressed against it.

"Just helping you remember your story," Allison purred as she began to circle her hips and push his cock into her tight asshole. Mack couldn't speak, and was content to just squeeze her ass with his hands and groan as his bulbous head pressed against her asshole. Allison worked herself against him steadily, applying more and more pressure, and then, with a deep exhale, her ass yielded and swallowed the tip of his cock. Once that first bit slipped inside, Allison rocked herself down his shaft, groaning in pleasure as she went, until his full length was buried deep in her ass. Mack felt like he was about to cum just from the delicious sight of dick disappearing into her dark hole. "There, all done now. You may continue."

Mack found it hard to remember where he was in his story, especially as Allison began to rock herself on his cock again. The tight ring of her sphincter gripped his shaft and moved up and down his length, focusing his pleasure into a narrow band of moving bliss.

"I was, oh fuck, you have me on the edge Allison. I was... fighting to not scream as she dropped herself down onto my cock, this time burying it in her tight asshole. It was all so dirty and hot, fucking her ass on the subway train with this girl across from us trying to not watch.

"We rode like that for many minutes, my body on the edge of an orgasm as I fought desperately to hold it back, just like right now. Slow, baby." Mack had to pause to gather himself as Allison ignored him. "Karina kept bouncing lightly on me. A hard bounce as we entered a station sent me over the edge and I knew I was going to cum. I whispered a warning to Karina, but she already knew. She lifted herself up and slammed herself back down onto my cock, this time into her tight cunt again. She started riding me aggressively just as we hit a particularly rough section of tracks. Her motion would not have been lost on even a casual observer at this point, but I didn't care. I... fuck you feel good Allison.. I exploded inside her. I began pumping her full of jizz while biting my lip to keep from screaming in pleasure.

"Our voyeur spoke up suddenly, right as I was orgasming, saying "I kinda want to get laid tonight," to her friend, who laughed, and then they got up to leave. She gave us a last lingering glance, still avoiding my eyes, and then exited the car with a final shake of her head."

"F-fuck that was hot," murmured Allison. Mack and her had found a rhythm on their own now. She was bouncing her ass on his cock fast and he bucked his hips up with every stroke to meet her body. One hand had shifted to her clit and Allison began to rub herself in harmony with their motion. "I want to fuck you on a subway as well. Anywhere in public really. Finish in my pussy, just like you did for her."

Mack was gripping her ass now for leverage, his hips lifting up completely as he thrusted to meet her, hands pulling her down as well to drive her deep. It was hard to keep his mind focused, but he wanted to continue the story. His pleasure was building again, surprisingly quickly from Allison's gripping ring, and he thought she'd enjoy a little dirty cherry on top of this scene.

"I hope you are ready to cum," Mack murmured, teeth finding Allison's earlobe as she lowered her face next to his. She was still now, letting him fuck her ass hard as she held her rear steady for his pounding cock. Her only focus was her fingers thrumming her clit. She moaned out in assent and he could hear her wet fingers increase their tempo. "Because what came next was so filthy I was shocked. I had just blasted bucket loads of sperm into her, overflowing her tight sex. It dripped down my shaft and over my balls.

"Karina slid off my dick and stood in front of me while I hurriedly put my sloppy cock away and buttoned my shorts. She kind of hopped once and a stream of cum came dripping down one of her thighs. Eying me, she walked to the bench where the two party girls had just been sitting and sat down on the edge of it. Leaning back, she hiked her skirt up for my view alone and spread her thighs. My jizz was everywhere, mixing with her own juices and weeping from her cunt. Her inner thighs were coated in creamy cum and her pussy, now hanging open and loose unlike earlier, was filled with oozing, white sperm."

Mack slid out of Allison suddenly. He couldn't last any longer and, without missing a stroke, he rammed himself deeply back into her hungry sex.

"Somehow, no one really looked at us despite all that happened. She began to scoop it up, using three fingers to get as much as she possibly could, and then sucked each finger load dry with her mouth. Her cunt was so filled with my cum that she dug into it and more kept oozing out. She had this dirty, yet innocent smile as she hungrily cleaned up all of my spunk and—

"Oh Fuck... Allison... I can't hold on much longer. I'm going to cum," Mack broke his own story with an urgent warning.

"Go... go... GO!" shouted Allison. Her breathing was fast and quick now, almost sounding like tiny moans instead of pants. Mack closed his eyes and doubled his speed for a final half dozen hard thrusts that sent another massive wave of release through his aching body. Just like in the story he had told, his cock twitched and jerked deep in Allison's pussy, blasting load after load of jizz into the redhead. It overflowed, spilling from her hole and onto his belly as he arched his back and raised his hips to drive in even deeper for one last jolt of pleasure. She was vibrating on his cock as well, her passage contracting and try to squeeze his cock dry in a barrage of tiny spasms. Her high pitched screams drowned out Mack's groans until, at last, she collapsed on top of him limply with his cock still resting inside of her. A river of their combined juices streamed slowly out of her to pool around the base of Mack's cock.

"Fuck, that felt so good," was all Mack could manage. "Thank you."

"Mhmm... and delicious too," Allison said. Mack realized her hand was moving, scooping up his overflow and bringing it to her mouth again as she grinned at him. "What? Only crazy sluts can eat a man's cum?"

She'd already cleaned herself off from earlier, so it wasn't exactly a surprise, but Mack felt a little surge of dirty heat that kept his cock surprisingly firm in her pussy's tight embrace. She seemed to relish his taste, much as Karina had that night. Of course, Karina had done it riskily, on a public train. That was just a bit more depraved, but Mack wasn't going to point that out to Allison at this moment. She was plenty dirty for him.

Mack squeezed her tight and kept his cock inside her. It would soften eventually and slip out, but he wanted to savor her embrace as long as he could.

"Shall I continue? Okay. We got off the train at the next stop and found ourselves in the middle of Brooklyn late at night. I'm a cop and there are definitely neighborhoods we should have avoided, but we just started wandering. Whether it was luck, or Karina's magical attitude, no one bothered us or said anything at all.

"She asked me, 'What is your greatest regret in life?' and that made me think."

"What did you say?" Allison looked interested, though she stifled a little yawn. She had just had three orgasms, so Mack figured she might be getting sleepy.

"That I never had kid, or tried to have a family," Mack answered simply. "What about you? Something similar?"

He half suspected she had the same regret, but to his surprise she shook her head.

"No. After what my parents suffered through, I never wanted kids," Allison answered, then looked thoughtful. "I guess, and this is just the first thought I had, I wish I had not been so critical of men, especially when younger. I have high standards and refused to date many of the guys that liked me, then later met guys that checked every box but were assholes. Cheating assholes."

Her icy tone was a warning to Mack to not ask about the assholes.

"Perhaps I should have been looking for a strong Irish Detective instead," Allison said, turning her head to stare at him wistfully. Mack chuckled assuming she was joking, but her face had no hint of teasing.

"Well, I've always wanted a sugar momma. Too bad we hadn't met a couple of years ago," Mack said and gave her a deep, lingering kiss.

Their eyes met when their lips finally broke and a strange, warm energy seemed to pass between them as they stared longingly at each other. It wasn't love, or anything corny like that as they were still strangers, but Mack felt like they both just had a moment in which they imagined what loving each other could be like. For Mack, it was the thought of them meeting years ago, getting married, having kids, and somehow making their different lives work. It was a happy series of images and feelings, none of the pain and work of a relationship, just the perfect snapshots you'd save in a scrapbook that would give you nostalgia.

"I love you Mack," Allison said softly. It was a lie, they both knew it, but as part of their bargain earlier in the night, those were the words Mack had hoped to hear. Even fake, they had a powerful impact. The warm feeling inside of Mack spread like a fire and he felt a relaxation in his heart and mind, as if some tense and knotty muscle had suddenly loosened. He was content for the first time that he could remember in a long while.

"Thank you," Mack said softly, and kissed Allison tenderly. Then he added, "I love you, too."

She nuzzled into him, a smile on her face and deeply content as well. Mack knew to hold her tight as they basked in the warm afterglow of the strong emotions they had shared. After a time, Allison shifted and looked back up at him

"So... how did it end?"

"Oh.. fuck. Yeah, well, this is when things get creepy. Are you sure? Okay. Karina had asked me about my regret, but didn't like my answer. I could see it on her face, just open disappointment that kids and a family were what I regretted. As if love and happiness weren't acceptable. So I asked her what her regret was.

"She told me she regretted never really letting herself go, like she was doing tonight. Sexually, emotionally, and physically. Surprisingly, she claimed she was very uptight, and known for being a bit of a bitch. She had been told she was not very friendly and an annoying rule follower. Her sister called her a wet blanket all the time."

"Sound like every reporter I know," joked Allison. "But she really must have had a change of personality for you!"

"Clearly! Anyway, she then began to talk about her theories. She said that near death experiences cause trauma, but in many religions and beliefs they also open a connection to the afterlife. Kind of like you get tainted by having almost gone there yourself.

"One of the common beliefs is that this connection lets you see ghosts. In Buddhism they have this concept of 'Hungry Ghosts', but every culture has their version. These ghosts are of people who have died, often violently, but can't go to the afterlife because they are clinging to something, often an emotion or crime that happened to them. They float around, not even realizing they are dead. They are stubborn and blind to reality. With the right ceremonies and prayers, you can send them on their way.

"Karina admitted to me that she'd run into dead people these last couple of days. The two people who died in the other car. She'd gotten out and seen their bodies after their crash and their bloody faces were burned in her brain forever now. She'd seen them on the streets the next day, staring at her guiltily, like her car should have been hit instead of theirs. I told her about the kid I'd shot and seeing him, and she nodded, totally unsurprised."

"So, he was a ghost?" asked Allison breathlessly. She was awake now, and shivered slightly.

"Yes. I think so. Karina and I were walking along the waterfront now headed to Brooklyn Heights. Manhattan's skyline lit up the night, but the path we followed was empty save for us. She said the last couple of days have made her ponder what living really means.

"The majority of the world might as well be ghosts based on what she's observed. People are so selfish, inwardly focused, and unaware of the world around them. We are so fixated on our hang-ups that we don't really open ourselves up to other people, or the world around us. Even emotions are blunted on purpose, you don't want to be too mad, too sad, too happy, or too much in love.

"We talked for many hours sitting on a hill overlooking the city. We had more sex, of course, she couldn't get enough, but mostly talked about how wonderful she felt when she let go of our inhibitions and truly lived. I was feeling the same thing that night. When we actually looked around us, listened, smelled, and were conscious of what we felt, the world was amazing. Especially if we opened our hearts fully, or at least that's what i felt.

"The first hint of sunrise was appearing in the far corner of the sky behind us and that seemed to shake her and made her sad. I was really tired suddenly and sympathized, but she looked at the lightening sky with a strange expression, almost guilty.

"'I'm going away today' she said, 'But I want you to take this book and read it.'

"It was the book on Buddhism. She explained that it talked more about the ghosts and I might figure my own way get out of this connection with the afterlife. For her, it was realizing who she was before and what she had held back from embracing in life. For me, it might take something else. She seemed to think that because I was a detective I would put together the clues, like she had as a journalist. That I'd figure it all out. She insisted on me repeating her name several times, Karina Hakkonen, and urged me to look her up.

"I asked about seeing her again, but she was non-committal and said that she was easy to get in touch with if I looked her up online. 'Find me' she said over and over again.

"Her last words to me were simple. 'Savor life to the last drop. Live it fully. But, don't hold on. Let it go.'"

Allison was silent, listening quietly.

"After that she kissed me and walked away, disappearing into the gloaming like a ghost herself. The sun was coming up and I was truly tired finally, so I finally headed home.

"Her words stuck with me. Later that day I couldn't sleep, despite being exhausted, and found myself looking at the book she gave me. Her name was written on the inside cover and the words 'Google me' were next to it, underlined. She'd written a note below that said, 'Mack - I'm sorry. I can't tell you myself, you wouldn't believe me, but if you follow the clues and are a true detective, you'll understand everything. Don't stop questioning."

"It was strange, but I didn't want to look her up. Something was holding me back, some fear or terror of what I might find. Every part of my brain seemed to think of excuses to not do it. I even started doing my laundry! Maybe she was right and my detective mind finally forced me to get the answers I craved. I typed her name into the search box.

"This is where it gets creepy," Mack said, his voice quavering. Allison lifted her head and stared at him, suddenly anxious herself. She trembled slightly in his arms. "I found her instantly, she was a pretty well known journalist. But the first article was about her death a week earlier in a car crash in Brooklyn. Her picture was there and it was definitely her, so I wasn't being fooled by some imposter."

"Oh my god," breathed Allison. She hugged Mack tight and began to sob into his chest. "How is any of this possible..."

"I think, what she was trying to tell me, was that she realized she was a ghost. She didn't want me to freak out that night, especially after we had such a special time. She decided to spare me the burden then and leave on a good note.

"Once I saw the article, something snapped in me and I read the book she gave me. All kinds of clues appeared if you study how they describe hungry ghosts. She didn't like the daytime and loved the night. It was hard for regular people to notice her because a normal person just avoids a ghost, they almost ignore their existence entirely, and as a result she could do whatever she wanted. Strong emotions and base needs were insatiable cravings for her, and ghosts feed on those strong emotions, it makes them feel alive again. She wanted thrills, sex, love, and adventure. Food and drink didn't taste as good to her anymore, so she wanted extreme flavors, like sweet cotton candy.

"The key revelation to me was that ghosts don't even recognize that they are ghosts. They refuse to believe the clear signs that would tell them what they are. She had figured it out, obviously, but a normal person would keep fooling themselves. As a ghost, they just hallucinate or imagine the little bits of the reality they need to keep up the act.

"People like us that have had a brush with death are the only people that can see ghosts and interact with them, so they seek us out. I could go on, but there are just so many clues when you read the book.

"Most tellingly, ghosts often finally depart only when laid to rest properly. I found out her memorial service was the day we parted, later that day in fact. That gathering of friends and families might be what she hoped would finally release her to the afterlife."

Allison started crying loudly in Mack's arms and he held her silently for a long while, until she finally stopped.

"It's the saddest story I've ever heard," she said at last. "I feel numb. I'm glad you waited to tell it."

Light was starting to shine through the window. Dawn was still a while away, but the sky was beginning to color on the horizon. Mack stared at that strip of purple and felt tired suddenly, his feverish energy from the night with Allison draining away steadily. Rising, he studied his reflection in the window with mid-town Manhattan as the backdrop. He was translucent and floating against the twinkling buildings, shimmering like a ghost himself in that city full of hungry ghosts.

"I have to go, babe. I gotta go in to the office and do that interview on the shooting today," Mack said, suddenly feeling a restless. He gave Allison a deep kiss, and then disentangled from her. He began to gather his clothes with purpose. He was tired, but another force seemed to be pulling him to motion this morning. He fished the book out of his jacket and placed it on Allison's table. "You should read this."

"You really have to leave?" Allison asked, but half-heartedly. She was tired herself, and now emotionally drained from his story. She wanted him to hold her so she could sleep, but she felt sleep coming on its own soon anyway. Mack smiled as he buttoned up his shirt fully and knotted his tie with practiced fingers. She begged, but wasn't really trying to change his mind. "Pleeeeease... stay. For me? Come back later, maybe?"

"I wish I could stay, but I have to take care of this and finally wrap up this shooting to get it off my mind. I might be free again this afternoon. I don't know though, part of me thinks I should take that vacation and get out of this city after my interview. Too much baggage here for me here in my state of mind. I've got this itch to get going to somewhere... anywhere. I even kind of want to go to Church for the first time in forever and tell a priest about this. That's what they're for right? Confession and absolution so you can be at peace. I feel like today's the day to try and let it all go and get back to normal," Mack said as he pulled his jacket on.