She lies in front of me in all of her perfection, her toned body a temptation for any man or woman, living or dead.

I stood at the edge of the bed, watching her. Her eyes were locked on mine. My eyes were locked on hers.

Before me, she lay naked as when she was born. I was the same.

One hand was on her breast, kneading it like a dough just below her nipple.

Her other hand lies between her legs; two fingers pressed firmly on each of her lips as she spreads herself for me, the temptation making my heart sour, the temperature of the room soaring as I gazed upon her loveliness.

I touched myself in return as I looked upon her timeless beauty, her pink treasure glistening in the soft bedroom light, calling me, ready to welcome me.

My cock grew hard...

Oh, bother.

I am sure you are already familiar with our exploits, dear reader.

And I am sure you are already aware that I do not have a cock. At least, a real one, let alone one with, can get complex.

However, things have changed a little bit, and here I have thrust you into the center of this story without a proper introduction.

You certainly do know me. My name is Grace. I am a Manager with The Company. Linda is my lover and a Guide.

If you know us, that all makes perfect sense.

If you do not know us, that must not be very clear.

For instance, what company? The Company.

No, if you are a new reader about our adventures, it is not the company you are thinking of.

The Company was founded several thousands of years ago to help the deceased reach the other side. Its origins and founders are complicated, and I would rather not get into them now.

That said, sometimes, when a person dies, they need assistance going to the other side. For some, it is simply good talking to. Others are a bit more complicated and need closure in their past life.

Then there are those who we deal with. We are what is known as the Sexual Guidance Program.

You see, basically, to some, death is the ultimate and final orgasm. That might seem a bit crude, but that is precisely how some of the deceased have described their last moments.

Some of those who do not go immediately to that final location many times require that second orgasm, that moment which sends them finally to their final resting place.

That is where Guides, specifically Linda, comes into play.

Quite literally, Linda brings the deceased to an orgasm.

I know that sounds ridiculous, but you must trust me in this in that it works.

Linda suffers from a degenerative eye deficiency known as retinitis pigmentosa, commonly known as RP. RP is like tunnel vision; people like Linda find their peripheral vision slowly shrinking. Linda’s is at 10 degrees, well past the legally blind limit.

In addition, those with RP have night blindness but, as a bonus, have an aversion to bright lights. This sometimes seems like a cruel joke their eyes are playing on them.

However, this can be rather useful for guides. The deceased emit low levels of extra light that most people are unable to see, but those with RP can. Essentially, the deceased glow in the dark, almost like our traditional portrayals of ghostly figures.

However, helping the deceased journey to the other side is not as easy as eating their pussy or sucking their cock, having their orgasm, and watching their journey off into that world we do not quite understand ourselves.

We do want the deceased to be comfortable. Dying is a rather nasty business; sometimes, it is a rather violent thing. Some deceased are unaware they are deceased, which is a journey. We cannot tell a person they are deceased; it is less stressful for them to figure it out themselves.

Once they know they are deceased, there is a journey to help them realize they must go to the other side. Again, we cannot tell them they are going to a place other than this Earth—they must figure it out.

Finally, once the deceased figures out that they must go to the other side, there is the somewhat complicated act of the orgasm, which does have some rules in itself. The Guide and the deceased must be making eye contact when orgasm is achieved. Both the Guide and the deceased must achieve orgasm in unison.

Yes, these rules have some leeway, but they are still somewhat strict. If they are not followed, well ... unlimited attempts must be made.

Sometimes, these journeys take a few hours or a couple of days, and sometimes, they can last for months.

The good thing is, during this journey, there can be quite a bit of passionate sex.

However, attachment is an issue. I mean, after being very intimate with the deceased for a few months, it can be a mental strain.

This is where I come into play, as well as Linda’s assistants, Mindy and Tammy.

Helping one cross to the other side is exhausting, both mentally and physically.

It is the manager’s job to ensure that the Guides get plenty of mental and physical rest. This might be as simple as ensuring they have no assignments for a reasonable amount of time or getting plenty of sleep.

Some managers have become more attached to some of the guides. I, for instance, have fallen deeply in love with Linda, and she has fallen in love with me. This makes my job as her manager more hands-on.

I cuddle with her. I hold her. I kiss her tears away. I hold her as tight as possible so that she feels like she never needs to go away.

Once the time becomes right, I make passionate love for her. Trust me, this does help, and each Guide does need that intimate action after sending a deceased person to the other side. Essentially, it breaks down those walls of sadness and depression, letting the Guide know he or she is loved.

And I do love Linda deeply.

No, I am not jealous that she eats other women. I find it quite sexy. Yes, the majority of those other women are deceased, and most of the time, I am not present during the lovemaking – but I do rather much enjoy watching my love become intimate with other women.

Fortunately, she has been intimating many times with both Tammy and Mindy. I have had the immense pleasure of watching some of those love-making sessions; sometimes, I have been involved. I could tell you the details of every one of those sessions, but it would fill the volumes of many books.

Did I mention that Guides need a high sex drive? I do feel like that is a rather important part.

Guides have a high sex drive.

OK, now that we have that out of the way, let’s move on to the other stuff!

Ah, yes! My cock.

I don’t have a cock.

So, quite naturally, there is a story to this.

A few weeks ago, Linda had helped her landlord, Mabel, cross over with her lover.

Helping the two crossovers was incredibly stressful for Linda. Helping two people cross over is stressful enough. I have seen very few Guides pull it off, but Linda did so magnificently.

Combining this with that Linda knew Mabel added quite a bit more stress. She had known the woman for over 20 years, never knowing of this secret sapphic love affair between Mabel and this other woman many years earlier.

I will not bore you with the encounter details – Linda tells it much better than I can.

However, I can say that it was pretty taxing for Linda, more so emotionally than physically. And it was very taxing for her physically.

There were several days of hugs, tears, crying, and eating ice cream. Trust me, eating ice cream makes things better.

It does not hurt that our bodies somehow manage to burn off every ounce of that fat and turn it into perfectly toned bodies.

However, I must tell a little secret here.

You see, even though our bodies are perfectly toned, they might not appear so to everyone, one of the deceased.

Not everyone is turned on by a perfectly toned body. Everyone has their likes and dislikes regarding how their loved one looks. They can be the most unassuming, unsuperficial person alive, but some physical traits still turn them on and off.

Guides and Managers will have traits that turn the other person on. The Guide might not even know what those traits are, but our magic (for want of a better term) makes them appear physically perfect in their eyes.

But it can be even strange.

Let us say one of the departed sees a Guide. She considers a stunning blonde with huge tits, skinny ass, and six-pack abs. Meanwhile, another living being in the room can also see the Guide. He considers a pleasantly plump brunette with small breasts a big butt. Each sees the same person simultaneously, but they see different versions of that person from their perspective.

It should be noted, however, that many of our powers do not work on their living. Essentially, the living is non-essential to us.

However, I see the honest Linda.

I see the charming pixie-haired brunette with little boobies, an excellent firm behind, long smooth legs, and a figure which is relatively easy to wrap one’s arms around.

In my previous life before becoming a manager, I am not certain she would have fit the profile of my perfect woman. But times and opinions were much different in those days. In fact, love between two women was a very forbidden thing but a lot more common than we are now led to believe.

But she is my perfect vision right now. She is my shining light; she is my perfection.

It hurts me when she is broken; I suffer when she suffers. So, when she sustained after aiding Mabel and Hellen, I suffered with her. We exchanged quite a few tears in the weeks following.

But, very slowly, life returned to normal. It started with some short runs and then turned into longer runs. I cooked her a grand meal, and she cooked me a marvelous one in exchange. Once we got back into making love, it was as if things had never been any different.

Which leads me to the day in question.

During these downtimes, it was pretty standard for us to leave our apartment doors open and for the four of us to be naked all of the time. While this was not necessarily a sexual thing, it certainly did help with things. Honestly, it was more of a comfort thing (in that being naked was more physically comfortable than wearing clothes), a comfortable thing (in that we were comfortable being nude in front of each other and comfortable seeing each other naked) ... and a sexual thing.

On this particular morning, I had stopped into Tammy’s apartment for a spot of tea, which naturally led to her performing fellatio on me. It’s always a very cheery wake-up call!

Tammy was always a very eager and attentive vagina eater, repeatedly using her tongue in the same spot with the utmost care and diligence. During this particular session, she had used her fingers to spread my lips wide and was now licking repeatedly my inner walls, each lick bringing a heightened sense of an oncoming orgasm.

I heard a throat clear and looked to see my love standing at the doorway, a small package in her hand.

I smiled and fluttered my eyelashes. While she enjoyed watching us, this particular time seemed slightly off. There was an extraordinary look on her face.

“Yes, my love,” I said.

She held up the package. “This came in the mail today. It’s from The Company.”

This was not unusual. The Company sends us many things, from new tablets to clothing to food to, well, any essential part of our lives and quite a few things that are not so essential but quite useful.

Tammy continued working her tongue on me, which quite honestly made it exceedingly difficult to concentrate on anything.

I nodded, leaned back on the sofa, closed my eyes, and sighed, satisfied. “We will look at it later, my love,” I said, still slightly confused.

“It’s from R&D.”

I sat up straight and blinked open my eyelids.

Tammy immediately stopped licking me, straightening her back and whipping her head to look at Linda.

“Oh!” I spoke.

This was a little bit more unusual.

As you might imagine, the company’s R&D division is Research and Development. That is not very unusual; all large companies have an R&D division, especially extremely covert companies working on improving the future existence of the deceased for all involved.

R&D contacts us exceptionally rarely. I think they have contacted me four times in my lifetime.

Never once before had they ever sent me a package.

However, R&D packages were quite well known to contain experimental items and innovative technology that was not only unavailable to the general public but mainly was entirely under the radar.

I hopped off the couch around Tammy, who remained on her knees and walked to Linda, taking the package.

For a moment, I held it, judging the weight, trying to guess what it could be.

It was light.

It was pretty small, coming in a slightly puffed-out manila envelope.

Unable to contain myself, I ripped open the package.

A ridiculously small strap-on fell to the floor.

We all gathered to stare at it.

“It’s pretty small,” Mindy said.

I nodded.

“I mean ... I don’t think I could get that thing around my waist. And ... well ... you know. It’s not very big.”

I nodded again.

I went to Linda and my apartment, grabbing my tablet. A new email from R&D appeared. It contained an introductory video of our new toy.

Once I watched the video three times (to make sure I would use it right), I took Linda by the hand and led her to our bedroom.

“Sorry, ladies,” I said over my shoulder. “Review time!”

I heard Mindy and Tammy chuckle in the background as I closed the door behind us.

Linda sat on the edge of the bed, looking at me questioningly.

I had the strap-on in the palm of my hand, almost as if mentally weighing in the balance.

“It is tiny,” she said as a matter of fact.

I nodded and started to wrap the belt around my waist.

It was at first way too small, almost by foot.

I cleared my throat. “We do have some rather slim Guides and Managers,” I said, pulling at the belt.

It got larger and wrapped around my waist with no issues. I fastened it.

Two other straps came through my legs, also at first looking too small, but lengthening until I could snap them into the belt.

The cock part of the strap-on just dangled here, ridiculously small, about an inch and a half.

Linda giggled and then covered her mouth. “I am sorry ... but it is tiny,” she said, getting red.

I put my hands on my hips, shaking my head as I chuckled. “It’s not like it’s my cock or anything, dear. You may laugh.”

Behind the cock, where it fastened into the base, were two small wires. I held them in my hand for a couple of seconds, inspecting them before inserting one inside of my vagina as far as I could put it, the other inside my anus, the same.

The cock twitched a little bit.

Then it grew.

It also grew erect.

Linda bit her lower lip, looking at it. “Nice parlor trick,” she said, looking up at me.

I nodded. “There is also a ... sensation, for want of a better word. I seem to feel the penis getting stiffer.”

She bit her lower lip again. “So, it has to feel?”

I nodded, studying it as it grew larger.

“Hm,” she said, leaning over and looking at it closer. She gave it a slight touch with a finger. “And you feel that?”

I nodded.

“Hm,” she said, resting an elbow on her knee, her chin on her elbow as she looked at the penis closer. Without another word, she leaned closer and gave it a small kiss. “And you feel that?”

I gave a small, soft moan and nodded my head.

The cock had grown to about five inches now, narrow, slightly curved.

Linda reached out and let her rest in the palm of her hand. “I’ll be honest, this cock looks like it is perfect – perfect size, perfect shape.” She looked up at me. “I have some dildos about this size, so is that how they knew?”

I shook my head. “According to the video, it simply knows what size and shape it should be.”

Linda looked at it again. “Interesting. So, would it be a little bit bigger if I were Tammy or Mindy? Or smaller?”

I nodded. “It would be the perfect size for whomever it was intended.”

She smiled. “That is fantastic!”

I nodded, then let out a quick breath. “Listen, love ... I need to fuck you right now, or my cock is going to explode.” I paused. “I never thought I would utter those particular words.”

Linda simply smiled and lay down in the bed, her legs spread.

I am unsure I can describe the sensation as I entered my love. No man can describe it, as the device stimulated my pussy as well as hers. Not a woman can describe it, as the device stimulated my pussy as if it were a real cock.

I can say that the feeling I had when I entered her was exquisite. I could feel the heat and the wetness of her pussy as it enveloped me, as Linda let out a gasp as I slid inside of her.

I could feel her muscles contract around my newly attached member, squeezing me lovingly as she watched me, eyes wide in wonderment.

Her lower lip went under her top teeth as she let out a shudder, a gasp, and a groan all at once. Her hands had reached up, each on each of my shoulders as I slid deeper and deeper inside of her.

I actually could feel the cock growing and adjusting to her, to which she threw her head back a little bit and to the side, a satisfied sigh escaping from her lips.

She wrapped her arms and legs around me tight, pulling me closer until our bodies meshed together, mine pressed on top of hers as she gave me a loving, leggy, and arm embrace.

Our lips found each other, kissing with the passion and love we felt for each other. F fireworks exploded in my brain as if it were a kiss for the first time.

I felt myself thrusting inside of her, gently, teaching myself to fuck my love. With each thrust, my knowledge and passion grew until I found my rhyme, until I fucked her like a proper lady should fuck her lover.

Our lips parted as she let out small gasps at each thrust, and my ears perked at the sound. With each of her gasps, I heard another mysterious sound until I realized it was myself, gasping at each thrust.

The sensation, as I said, was exquisite. Our bodies continued to meet as I fucked Linda, the sensation from the device and the sensation in my mind boiling over, my mind beginning to fog.

Through gritted teeth, Linda hissed her grunts with each of my thrusts, her eyes now closed tight, her forehead turning slightly red, the warmth of her body under me rising, the wetness of her pussy flowing onto the sheets.

We both screamed in each other’s ears as the orgasms hit us at once, simultaneously.

Again, I am not sure I can accurately describe the sensation.

My own pussy had cum, there is no doubt. But it was like that orgasmic connection had also orgasmed in her vagina, flooding her with me cum as if I erupted semen into her pussy.

I could feel the device swell and pulse with the orgasm, wave upon wave, filling my love.

Our bodies were covered in sweat, and our faces dripped with perspiration. Linda grabbed my face with both hands, surrounding it, and planted kisses all over my lips as she gasped.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” she breathed. “I could feel you cum.” I continued thrusting in and out of her, slowly, as she talked with me. “I could feel ... I swear, I could feel the cock twitch, I could feel it throb, I swear I could feel the juices ... your juices ... flowing out of it and inside of me.” She let out a deep breath. “I never felt a man cum inside of me. Never. But you ... oh ... my love.”

She tightened her legs and arms around me, pulling me even closer and deeper inside of her. She nestled her face into the nap of my neck, her hot breath hitting my skin with each thrust. The passion growing inside me again, I buried my head into her own nap, her soft, short hair, and the goose feather pillow.

We fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked. Wet slaps of flesh or flesh could be heard between our sighs, groans, grunts, panting, screams, squeals, and every other sound of delight that escaped our lips.

My pussy emptied itself into her again, and again, and again as I continued to fuck my love passionately.

Linda’s pussy exploded around mine again, and again, and again as she continued to meet each of my thrusts.

In a moment of passion, I pulled myself up from her after I came inside of her again, flipped her over, and began fucking her as she lay before me on her hands and knees, as I fucked her doggy style.

My hands wrapped around her slim, muscular waist, grabbing onto it as I plowed the device into her, as I could still feel her wetness and heat grabbing onto it, milking it with each thrust.

I watched the muscles in her back ripple with each thrust. She buried her head in the pillow, already wet with sweat.

In an impish moment, I leaned back ever so slightly and moved my thumbs down a bit, pressing them into her flesh until I spread her butt cheeks apart, her winking anus staring at me in wonderment.

I could see the device, undistinguishable from a real cock, sliding in and out of her lips, which latched on to the device/ I watched as her lips sucked in around it with each thrust inside, and I watched as her lips pulled from inside of her, sticking to the device, squeezing it.

I watched as her juices dripped over my cock, massive quantities of white juices. It almost seemed my cock; it appeared that the device was something drilling for a beautiful white oil that came from within my love with each thrust.

I watched the white liquid trickle along the cock, pushed to the side with each thrust. The liquid then collected around her lips, each additional thrust pushing the liquid further from her pussy.

Some of it dripped to her anus, a natural lubrication collecting around her opening. Some dripped down her legs, puddling on the sheets, mixing with perspiration, saliva, and both of our cums.

I smiled at myself.

I had to try something.

I pulled the cock out of her pussy.

Linda let out a small groan of disappointment, her head swiveling towards me, her sweaty brow knotted as she looked at me.

I smiled at her.

“I must try something, my love.”

“What?”
I smiled with what I was hoping was reassurement.

“Something my dirtily little mind has wanted to do for quite some time,” I said.

I moved the cock head to the opening of her anus, letting it rest there.

Her back stiffened.

Her eyes grew wide.

She let out a small grunt, a small gasp.

Her back arched slightly.

The knot in her eyebrows grew deeper.

“You ... you wouldn’t...” she said in a quiet protest which I did not quite believe.

As the head of the cock rested on her anus, I watched the cock grow smaller in size, in both girth and length.

Very gently, teasingly, I circled the cock around her opening.

Her eyes will still attach to mine, her brow still knitted. Yet, I could see what I thought was a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

Her breath grew deeper again.

Her buttocks grew slightly redder.

Her mound grew a little bit, growing a little bit in color as well.

“Are you using your finger back there?” she asked meekly.

I shook my head. “That is the cock,” I stated.

She nodded, her eyes still locked on mine. “It feels ... smaller?”

I nodded. “It did get smaller, yes.” I smiled again at her. “Love, if this hurts, you know I will stop.”

She swallowed hard and nodded her head.

I let a little giggle escape my lips. “And you do know this is one of my little kinks.”

She smiled again and forced a smile. “I know, my love.”

I let the cock hover at her opening. Doubt came into my mind. “You know I will not do it if you do not want it.”

She again nodded. “I know.”

“Do you wish it, my dear?”

She shook her head. “I ... I truly don’t know...”

I smiled at her reassuringly.

Then I deftly slid the cock into her anus.

Linda let out a grunt of satisfaction, her arms giving from her as she fell face-first into the bed, her butt raised entirely in the air for me.

I was inside of her.

“You bitch!” she said, then let out a little giggle.

I smiled. I felt the cock again adjust inside of her, growing slightly smaller, a little bit narrower.

She sighed at the sensation.

“Fuck, which feels nice,” she said with a small sigh.

Slowly and steadily, I pumped inside of her, feeling her muscles grasp onto me, squeeze me, massage me.

Our grunts echoed in the room with the rhythm of my pounding.

My brain swam in lust, taken over by the sensation.

Reason left my senses, yet I could still see myself from the outside. I could almost see myself from the outside, fucking my sweet innocent girlfriend in the ass.

Maybe she was not so innocent – but she indeed was when I found her! Oh, the nastiness I had introduced to her since we had met! The change in her world that had hit her reality since our eyes first fell upon each other.

Yes, believe it or not, I had these thoughts even though I had supposedly lost my sense.

See it as men thinking about baseball.

However, in this case, it did not work.

As I thrust into her, as another pleasured grunt escaped her lips softly, the lack of control enveloped me as I trembled and came again.

As I orgasmed, I continued fucking my love, the sensation too much for me to give. I watched in wonder as a foamy white liquid dripped from her opening with each retreat of my fake cock. I sampled a bit and found it in wonderment to be me cum, apparently let out through the tip of the device.

Even as my brain swam curiously, the scientific part of it still wondered.

I leaned over, kissing her softly on the shoulder.

“This is such a marvelous sensation, my love,” I whispered. “I never thought it could be like this.”

She nodded. “I love this too, my sweet.”

I nuzzled her ear, whispering to her, “The orgasm I just experienced ... it was intense, to say the least.”

Linda nodded again. “I felt it.”

My curiosity was piqued. “Felt it? How?”

“I felt the cock shudder. I felt the ... the ... the liquid pouring out of it into me.” Each word was interspersed with soft grunts as I continued to fuck her.

I bit my lower lip. “You ... felt me cum?”

She nodded, her head half-buried in the sheets. “It was one of the most wonderful things I have felt in my life, one of the sexiest things I have ever experienced.”

For some reason, this was too much for my usually reasonable enshrouded mind to handle, as my body again let loose with another orgasm.

She let out a little pleasured squeal as I came inside again.

“Yes,” she whispered, nodding her head. “Like that. I felt you cum inside of me again, my love.”

“Did you feel me cum in your cunt?” I whispered.

She nodded despite the crudeness of my words. “I did, my love.”

My body had already been stimulated after the most recent orgasm, another flood of pleasure rocking my body, entering into hers.

I collapsed on her back, still softly thrusting inside of her.

I giggled. “This might kill me,” I said with a chuckling whisper.

“What a way to go!” she said as she grabbed my hand and planted kisses all over it.

I nibbled at her ear. “Please tell me it has been as good for you as it has for me,” I whispered.

She nodded. “Feel my pussy.”

I wrapped my arm around her, letting my fingers find her slit.

The sheets were soaked.

Her pussy was soaked.

I put my fingers on my face, looking at them in wonderment.

“Oh, my love, you must be dehydrated.”

She let out a roaring laugh at that. “Only you would say something about dehydration with your cock buried deep inside my asshole, you silly British bitch!”

I giggled. “As a runner, you must know that hydration is most important.”

She nodded and let out a sigh as I continued to gently fuck her. “I will drink some wine after we are done.”

“I certainly will not hear of that!” I said, sitting up straight, keeping the cook buried inside her. I leaned over and picked up my phone, messaging Mindy to bring us a sweet apple, which we loved dearly.

A moment later, Mindy bought two glasses filled to the rim, the bottle tucked under one of her arms. She looked at us with a smile, her eyebrows lifted.

“Does it work?” she asked, not having to explain.

“Like a dream!” Linda and I said in unison.

With a soft sigh, I pulled the cock from Linda’s opening and grabbed a glass, handing it to her, then grabbed another for myself.

Mindy smiled and left the room.

We sat next to each other on the edge of the bed, close to each other, covered in sweat, feeling the heat coming from the other’s body. We sipped our wines. I poured her another glass. We sipped our wines some more.