Naughty
Dreams Come True In Heaven
by Sterling
Chapter 2 of 4
Here I am with Lisa, sophomore year in college. Lisa is a nice enough
girl, but she's fat. With a kind of coarse face too, maybe even a hint
of a mustache. I could never have dated Lisa in real life. Along with
everything else, I would have feared the ridicule of my peers, going
out with a dog like her. But we were friends, and as a friend I was
quite fond of her.
But now it's entirely different. I see Lisa for who she is, a good girl
desperately hoping for love. She has a crush on me. I ask her out, and
she can't quite hide her excitement. Here we are taking a walk through
the college woods, holding hands, telling each other all the secrets of
our childhoods. She had a rough time of it. She was teased for being
fat from a young age, and her parents weren't very warm or helpful.
Here we are in her dorm room a few days later. At least it feels to us
like it's a few days later, though we can't recall just what we did in
the intervening time. We're kissing. In the moment, I view her as a
beautiful woman, and our tender kisses are making us both excited.
We meet often. I buy her earrings she loves. Within a couple dates
she's ready for sex, and I take her virginity. The pussies of ugly
girls feel just fine, though at the moment she feels very hot to me and
not at all ugly. Despite my most careful, loving finger caresses, she
doesn't come.
But I know what to try next. With her ample legs spread, I dive in with
my head. I lick her. Mostly I lick her clit, happy that she's so
excited. I do it for 45 minutes, and she finally gasps and shudders
with her first orgasm.
Our relationship has continued over a course of years so far, our times
together interwoven with many other experiences for both of us. In the
afterlife, there is plenty of time.
There are others like Lisa who I have ongoing relationships with. I
don't mind; they all deserved love.
Here I am back in college, strolling down a path -- I remember this
girl! I never spoke to her, never knew her name. But wow was she hot!
She's just as hot now. She's in blue jeans and a gray T-shirt. She was
one of those who looked gorgeous no matter how she dressed. Of course
she never wore any make-up.
If this were life, I would just walk by, sneaking a glance.
It's the afterlife, so I pause as we come close. "Hi, I'm Zach. What's
your name?"
"Amanda."
"Now we're here, I can say it. I think you're gorgeous! Want to take a
walk?"
"We could," she says. "But we don't actually have much in common. What
was really on your mind when you saw me?"
"Ummm..." I get embarrassed.
"Oh, it's natural," she says cheerily. There's a brick wall a few steps
away. She goes over to stand by it and pulls down her jeans and panties
to her ankles.
"Wow," I say.
"Hey, it's the afterlife," she says with a smile.
I join her by the wall and pull down my cords and underpants. My cock
is hard.
"Go for it," she says warmly. She has one hand between her legs,
holding herself open.
I move in, aim, and slide in, my thrust pinning her firmly against the
wall. She's hot and wet down below. But it's her face that's so
extraordinary. So I lock eyes with her while down below my hips force
my cock in and out.
It's not the most comfortable position, even in the afterlife. Desire
and fantasy seem to fix some discomforts, but not all. My back even
hurts a little -- but no way I'd stop until I've finished inside her.
It feels so right to be fucking her like this!
After a minute, she gets a mischievous look on her face, leans forward
and whispers in my ear, "Do you have a nice spermy present for me?"
Then she nips my ear playfully.
She moves her head back and I stare into her eyes, slack-faced, my
pleasure building.
"Oh, yes, yes, YES!" I say and hold my cock inside her deep, pinning
her hard against the wall as I focus on her goddess face. I do have a
present. I have a wonderful spermy present for her, and my cock
delivers it, spurt by spurt.
I catch my breath as I let my cock slide out. And it's true. That is
exactly what I wanted to do with the girl I now know was named Amanda.
We pull up our pants. "You -- do you find yourself doing that for every
guy who walked by you and thought you were hot?"
"A lot," she says. "I do it a lot."
"Does it feel -- humiliating? Or just boring?"
She smiles. "No, not at all. Back then the attention felt like a
nuisance -- the double takes and stares were minor but I had to put up
with a few gropes and many rude advances too. I really get it now --
now I'm here. All you guys just wanted to fuck me. Not hurt me or
humiliate me. You just wanted to mate. You wanted it bad, and -- why
not, now we're here? It feels warm and nice to me too."
"And what about you? I hope you're getting to live your own great
fantasies."
"Oh, I get mine. They're very nice." She gets a dreamy expression. "I'm
a lesbian. Long walks on the beach, candlelight dinners, doing it in
the hot tub together..."
"That's.... that's wonderful," I say. It really is. "But for a lesbian?
To let guys screw her?"
"It's OK. The plumbing works really well together." Then she gives a
sheepish smile. "My women partners show up with cocks sometimes. I
never see them, but I feel them. Getting fucked deep by a beautiful
girl -- it's heaven. Girls don't ejaculate, though. Only boys do that.
At least in my afterlife. If so many boys didn't want me, I might go
for a few of them for myself. I like spermy gifts." She gives a giggle
and I might even think she's embarrassed.
"Whatever works is great!" I say with perfect sincerity and the scene
fades.
I meet other girls like Amanda in the afterlife -- girls I barely knew
but had the hots for. And in the afterlife I get to screw them. Against
a wall, doggy style on the grass, genitals hidden below the churn and
foam of the hot tub, in the stall of some women's room, or in an
ordinary bed. I smile as I think about the possibilities -- there were
so many girls like that when I was alive. And they're all here -- at
least the ones who led decent lives.
I find myself returning the favor sometimes, with girls who I never
would have called hot before. Girls may tend to like the long, romantic
relationships. But some of them just wanted to get fucked. Like Amanda
said, the plumbing works great together. In the afterlife, with no
consequences, they get to live out a remarkable number of lewd animal
fantasies too.
I remember this girl! She was the big sister of a friend of my
daughter's, when my daughter was about, oh, nine years old. I don't
think I actually fantasized about her though -- she was so young! So
I'm not sure what we're doing here. We're standing in the entrance
foyer of her home, where I first saw her.
"Oh, it's you!" she says. "Jenna's friend's dad. Your name is Zach."
"Are you kidding? No, it meant you knew I was a big girl. You knew I
was sexy -- at least some."
"Oh, you were very sexy! You are very sexy!" Small breasts, just a
little hip growth. Most guys would like her better when she was filled
out more, but I have my tastes.
She smiles, then frowns. "I sure felt horny. But my mommy walked in on
me masturbating and called me a terrible dirty girl. And I felt so
guilty! I'm mad at her." She looks down. "So, will you do it to me?"
"Um, sure!"
"Not just like a favor?"
"No way, I'd love that!" I would, too. No need to broaden my
understanding on this one. It seemed to pass the afterlife lie detector
test. And I don't think there are any statutory rape laws in the
afterlife.
She grabs me by the hand and pulls me into the kitchen.
"Mom!" she shouts.
A figure I dimly recognized as her mother looks up.
"I'm gonna take this man into my bedroom and he's going to fuck me,
like I want!"
"OK, Sue," says the mother, looking contrite. "If that's what you
really want."
That was her name -- Sue. That part I hadn't remembered.
"It is!" Sue sticks her tongue out.
"I'm sorry," says her mother softly.
Up in her room, when the door is closed, she says, "I'm a virgin. I
don't want to be... But I'm a little nervous too."
"I'll try to make it wonderful for you," I say. "If you don't like
something, say so."
"OK," she says, more bashful now.
I hug her and start to kiss her, but she's not so interested in that.
She fumbles with my buttons and I let her get me out of my button shirt
and trousers, however clumsily. She's just wearing shorts and a
T-shirt, so I do better with her.
There she stands in bra and panties, here I stand in underpants. Her
eyes gleam at the bulge she sees there.
"Let me see those gorgeous breasts."
"They're so tiny..."
"Oh, but they're gorgeous." I reach behind her and undo the bra clasp.
Her arms are crossed in front of her.
"Beautiful girl," I say soothingly, and gently pull her arms back. She
doesn't resist, and the bra drops to the floor. Her breasts are
beautiful. Small but beautiful, tight. I swirl my fingers gently over
each one.
"Mmmmm," I say. I lead her to the bed and she lies on her back, looking
nervous. And I lean over her and suck her right nipple while I fondle
the left with my hand.
She gasps and sighs. After a minute on one breast I reach further over
and suck the other. She bucks her hips upwards. I take that as a hint.
I put my hand on the outside of her left leg, gliding up and down from
knee to hip, then I move to the top of her leg, continuing the same
motion, and then I move to her inner thigh. She spreads her legs. As my
hand slides up, each time I carefully stop just before my fingers reach
her panty crotch.
I look into her eyes, my hand going up and down, alternating inner
thighs, always stopping.
She looks at me questioningly.
The next time my hand does not stop and I cup it around her sexy girl
crotch.
She gasps. I apply rhythmic pressure. I rub my hand all around gently,
stroking fingers up and down. After a while I probe my fingers
teasingly under each of the seams of her panties.
She gives a nervous smile, then reaches down and takes her panties off
completely. She then attends to my bulging crotch.
"I... I don't know what to do," she says.
"You don't need to do anything," I say, pulling my underpants off. She
stares at the organ.
"They say it's gonna hurt, but that's OK!" she says with determination.
"Let's see," I say, approaching her vulva with my fingers, not my
penis. I gently stroke her clit for several seconds, then explore her
vagina. She's wet. A finger slides in a couple knuckles deep. I go back
to clit stroking, then return to slide the finger further in.
"Am I normal?" she asks. "Or is this like remedial work?"
"Oh, completely normal," I say. "Normal, gorgeous, sexy, and I can't
wait to slide my penis into you!"
"OK, then," she says, gulping.
"Just a little more with the fingers. So it'll feel good for you --
hopefully."
I don't feel any hymen. Two fingers go in without too much trouble.
After a few seconds more of gentle attention to her clit, I say,
"Ready?"
"Yup, ready!" she says.
I mount her, and she spreads her legs wide, wide apart. As I lodge my
cock tip at her vaginal opening, she looks like she's steeling herself
for a shot -- which I suppose she is. But it's a shot she very much
wants to get.
I press, then press harder, and she shuts her eyes. Just a bit more
pressure and my tip eases inside. It feels fantastic.
She opens her eyes and her expression is priceless. "It's tight! It's
big! But it doesn't hurt yet!"
"If it doesn't hurt yet, it probably won't. Right out here at the
opening is where the obstruction would be."
I push in, and her pussy slowly opens for my male prong. In and out I
go, a fraction of an inch, but a little deeper each time.
"Oh, this is what I've wanted!" she says suddenly.
"The fun's just beginning," I say. I'm in a couple inches now. She
opens more quickly now in response to my insistent burrowing. "You feel
full enough? Full enough to be happy?"
"Yeah!" she says.
I burrow another half inch, and then I begin a real in and out motion.
The motion of a real fuck. It's slow at first, but I gradually pick up
speed.
"I'm doing it!" she says.
"You are... Pay attention to how it feels."
"It's pretty nice," she says.
I'm sliding my cock shaft in and out of her fast, doing my male thing
with gusto. "You get those good feelings, like when you masturbate?"
"A little... A little more... Mmmmm, I see."
I look down and see her legs are spread wide to let me at her, and my
cock has found its home up inside her, pounding in and out. I'm going
at her for all I'm worth. "Oh, babe, you're hot, you're sexy, you're
just what I've always dreamed of."
"Really?"
"Really. Just as sexy as any woman could ever be."
"You're not just saying that?"
"No. And you know what that makes me want to do?"
"Um, send the little part of the daddy into the mommy to start her
baby?"
That's worth a laugh from both of us, though I don't stop or let up. I
thrust even more decisively, and my cock grows just a little longer and
stiffer, almost ready to do what Darwin meant it to do.
"Yeah, that's right -- real soon. Now I wanna fuck you hard and fast."
"OK!"
So I do. I progress from a firm, decisive fuck to a frenzied one. I'm
stabbing in and out hard, I'm grunting.
She looks up at me -- happy, expectant.
"I'm gonna come, Sue," I say. "I'm gonna come way up inside you."
"OK! Great!" she says.
Gazing at this virgin, this girl who's seeing and feeling and absorbing
male lust for the first time, my cock swells, my pleasure grows, my
thrusts get deeper, and then I'm in heaven, seized by orgasm, cock
spewing.
She keeps looking at me in wonder until I stop thrusting, cock
shrinking. "So I did it! I'm not a virgin any more and it didn't hurt!"
"Congratulations!" I remind myself that for her it is a very big deal.
"But did you like it?"
"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah, I liked it a lot!"
"No orgasm, though, I assume..."
"No, but that's not important."
"That's a nice attitude. But I'd like to try to give you one if you're
willing."
"Well, OK, I guess."
"You're a big girl. You've taken a cock in all the way and let me feel
ecstasy inside you. So much ecstasy I ejaculated. You've done your job,
and you were fantastic. You can relax."
After a moment I see her start to relax.
"So now, with my fingers here..."
I rub her gently, delicately, as I suck her breast, kiss her ear, and
press against her leg. My cock has gotten hard again.
She reaches for it and holds it. "You mind?" she says. "It makes me
feel sexy."
"Not at all, if you don't mind if I press in and out a little like your
hand was a vagina."
"OK," she says with a smile. A minute later, she says, "You're making
me feel so good!"
"That's just what I want. Let it feel good."
And a couple minutes later, after moans and little cries of "yes!", she
shudders and twitches and gasps.
We lie together for a while. Then she shifts and sits up. "Now it all
comes back to me. I've done this a hundred times now. I've lost my
virginity a hundred times. I don't remember that when I'm doing it, but
I remember afterward. And it's been fantastic! I think you're the best,
though. Can I lose it with you again?"
"I'd be delighted and honored, if the powers that be see fit to put us
together again."
They do. A couple dozen times so far before I lost count.
It's a hot day. The beach curves away in a gentle concave arc. There
are hundreds of bathers. Is this a scene from my life? I was on beaches
like this from time to time. Among the sunbathers in my vicinity are
many lithe young women in bikinis.
One thin blonde catches my eye. I realize I want to fuck her. I don't
care who she is, whether she's smart or dull, kind or mean. I want to
fuck her. To my surprise, she lifts her head and looks at me, then
motions me over.
"Go ahead, do me," she says with a warm smile, lifting her hips to pull
her bikini bottoms down to her ankles.
I'm aware of the hundreds of people all around us. No one is staring,
but I'm self-conscious.
"Don't worry about any of that," she says. "This is the afterlife. Go
for it!"
Wow! In a daze, I pull my trunks down and reveal my prong as it swells
into readiness. She spreads her legs wide, and I kneel in the space she
has vacated.
My fingers play with her labia, gently opening them.
"Just shove it in," she says with a smile. "And come quick as you want!"
I do. I aim my cock and shove. As soon as my tip enters her, she gasps
and looks at me with pleasure and longing, as if she's on the verge of
coming. I thrust and her pussy opens for me, yet holds me in a hot,
tight grasp.
To finish this fuck, I go faster, my pleasure builds quickly, and then
my orgasm is upon me. The second my first shot of sperm enters her
body, she shudders and shouts out her own orgasm. I'm fully satisfied
when my cock stops twitching, and I pull out.
"What... how? You came too?"
"Oh, I guess this is new to you? Here in the afterlife, most of the
time when you're with a woman you didn't know before, we're always
ready to go. The moment your cock slips in, we feel fantastic. The
instant you come in us, we get a big orgasm."
"Wow, that's handy..."
"The way they explained it to me, the afterlife is a place for fixing
what's not right in the world. Deep down, a lot of guys want a lot of
quickies. Here you can get them. In real life, the female warms up
slowly and unpredictably."
"I remember," I say. It's not a good memory.
"Here, that's fixed, a lot of the time. You go for a quick "unnh" and
splat, your woman gets satisfied too." She gives a little laugh.
"Wow..." I say, trying to grasp the possibilities. I start to pull my
swimming trunks back on.
"I doubt you'll be needing those any time soon," says my willing
conquest.
Ten yards away is another gorgeous woman. I lick my lips, and she turns
on her side to look at me, giving me a smoky expression.
To the woman whose got my sperm inside her already, I say, "I don't see
anyone else having sex on the beach."
"Right, this whole beach is just for you, right now. Or that's how it
seems, anyway."
As I rise, before I head towards that other woman, I have a sassy idea.
"Bye, cum dump."
She smiles. "Delighted to be your cum dump. I can feel it in there --
it feels good. Bye, fucker."
As I approach, woman number two rises to her knees. She fondles my
stiff cock and the balls beneath, and takes my cock tip into her mouth,
looking up at me.
"Can I do you from the rear?" I ask.
"Of course!" she says, wheeling around as she drops her bikini bottoms.
"I love to get it this way. God, I love to get it ANY way."
I grab her hips and shove. My cock surges into her pussy.
She gives a huge, "Aahhhhh!", then murmurs. I fuck. "Come, come, come,
come... I mean, any time you want..."
I give a dozen huge, deep thrusts, relishing this womanly ass that
wants so much to get what I want to give. On the twelfth surge I hold
myself deep as my cock pulses, slimy whitish fluid surging out the tip.
She shudders and gasps when my first gob hits her cervix, then squeezes
me tight with her vagina. We stay locked together, lost in pleasure
until the semen transfer is completed
I slide out and onto my feet in one motion.
"Great cunt," I say.
She wheels around again and says, "I love getting it up my cunt," as
she licks some of the streaks of sperm off my cock. "You can do it to
me any time. But for now I can see you've got plenty more cunts to
fuck."
She's right. The number of gorgeous women on this beach with their hot
and ready pussies is astonishing. There is no refractory period in the
afterlife, and no stamina problems. There's always enough sperm. The
only limit seems to be when I get tired of it. That, I discover, is
dozens of pussies later.
This afterlife administrator is young and quite attractive.
"So, how's it going?" she says.
"Great. But that thing on the beach... These things can go beyond the
realistic? Beyond what was possible in life?"
"Yes, I see you've had your first experience along those lines. Did you
like it?"
I nod.
She grins.
"That idea that all those women come the instant I do -- that is so
hot!"
"Isn't it?"
I nod.
"What I and some of the folks I talk to have figured out is that
there's a certain economy around here -- a certain desire to make
matches that fit."
"What do you mean?"
"You remember Mike?"
I nod, and grimace a bit. There was this guy Mike in high school who I
later found out was gay, who it turns out had a huge crush on me. So
here in the afterlife I get called into his fantasy. And along with
some conversation, what he wants, over and over again, is for me to
fuck him up the ass. Ordinarily that wouldn't be my thing at all, but
when I really get into Mike's mind, really feel empathy with him,
that's what I want to do. I do it with gusto, with enthusiasm, and he
is deliriously happy. The memory lingers with me, in three parts: the
fact that we do it, the fact I think it's great at the time and exactly
what I want to do, and the fact that it just really isn't my thing.
"You get called into Mike's world because he had such a big crush on
you. And it will happen some more. But see, the powers that be around
here wouldn't ever recruit you to some random guy's fantasy of anal
sex."
"Kind of makes sense," I say.
"So then there's Sue."
I smile, remembering taking her virginity for the seventh time. I get
to do it a little differently each time. Once I made her come with my
fingers while I was fucking her. She didn't seem as happy afterward,
though. Like it distracted her. So I didn't do it again.
"You get called to Sue because you really like her. You tell her she's
as sexy as any woman and you really mean it."
"Yeah, that's true." I feel a bit uncomfortable. There is this whole
part of me that hasn't been tapped in the afterlife yet. Sue isn't just
as hot as any grown woman to me -- she's hotter. I sort of dreamed
about that when I was alive -- had fantasies while looking at pictures
-- but it's only now I know how very true it is.
"The other thing is you really like little kids."
"Yeah, I do."
"You get called to spend a lot more time with little kids than most
people do. Especially compared to other men."
I don't know what other men were doing, but I know I'd spent quite a
bit of time with small boys and girls.
Children crave warm, loving attention. There's a role for parents, who
can give in the afterlife the sort of leisurely attention they couldn't
during life. But there's also a role for other adults. And like this
woman was saying, I probably got recruited because I really do love
playing with small children. The little boy didn't know me in real
life, but here I am, playing catch with him, helping him with his
baseball swing, throwing footballs to him, hour after hour.
I adore small girls, and I think that's why I get recruited for playing
with small girls so much. I listen to their endless chatter and silly
ideas because I love their chatter and their ideas. I also have a knack
for devising new games they like, making jokes they find funny. And so
I do. When they are tired, these girls often love to lie beside me on
the bed and snuggle against me. Some of the really little ones fall
asleep on my chest. Girls who were scared of the dark but had to sleep
alone now get to sleep with me. Sometimes I think these tender moments
are for me as much as for the girls. Maybe they are.
But there's that other side to it. I have some fantasies that are
forbidden, fantasies of doing things little girls don't know about --
things they don't like if they do find out. My sexual fantasies in life
were not just about girls Sue's age. They were about smaller girls. So
far, that hasn't played out in the afterlife at all. Probably some
things are taboo here too.
But it's definitely a pretty nice afterlife -- at least if you lived a
good life.
We get to do over our embarrassing moments -- taking back jokes that
weren't funny but hurtful, not being tongue-tied when given a
compliment, remembering all those names we should have remembered but
didn't. The other person gets a pinch of making things right too --
their name is not forgotten this time; now the compliment is smooth.
We spend lots of time in our childhoods, living over again those
incidents that loom so large in our memories. There's the cuddly and
snuggly part. But in the afterlife we can also find playmates who
passionately want to play just the way we do.
But this young afterlife administrator is saying something, and I
haven't been paying attention.
"What was that?"
"You and small girls."
"Yes?"
"We know how you felt about them. More than just kind and parental."
I turn a bit pink. "Um, yeah, I guess I did now and then."
"You still do. It's OK. It's natural -- at least for you. It's pretty
common too. The big thing -- the really wonderful thing -- is that you
never did anything sexual with a little girl in your whole life."
I nod.
"You had plenty of temptation, and you never did. Some of those guys...
Would you like to see what they're doing now?"
"No! No, I don't want to see!"
She smiles. "I'm not surprised. You won't see that, then."
"I don't want to see any girl suffering," I say.
"Of course. Now, keep in mind, these girls in the afterlife are also
women -- well, there are a few little girls who died before they grew
up, but not many. Mostly, they are women becoming little girls to
relive that time in their lives, to get what they wanted but didn't
get. And there's a certain amount of back and forth, as you're aware,
between whether they are living the experience totally in the present,
not even aware they're dead, or whether they know they're playing a
part. Or something in between, like how when you took Brenda in the
basement, you knew you were dead and knew you'd been an adult, but
suddenly you had no idea what sex felt like."
I nod.
"So, after you've been a wonderful grown-up and a little girl feels
satisfied and content, sometimes the girl/woman wonders what she could
possibly do to repay you."
I nod. No way. No way anything like that will happen, even in the
afterlife.
But my cock has grown stiff. It's because this afterlife administrator
is pretty darn cute. That must be it.
She hesitates, then does something no other official has done before in
my experience. She rises and comes over to my chair, then reaches down
and feels the stiff bulge in my pants.
"Go ahead, take me!" she says quietly.
This is exciting! I rise, and she turns to face the desk. I come up
behind her, then reach around and feel her breasts through her silky
blouse and the lacy bra beneath. I push up against her, which pushes
her legs against the front of her desk. I see how this is going to
work...
I push her upper back roughly, forcing her to bend at the waist until
her cheek slaps down onto the desk. I look at the elegantly skirted
butt in front of me. I flip the skirt up. I grab the pantyhose up past
her hips and start pulling them down. I get my fingers under the hem of
her panties when they appear, and in no time all that filmy cloth is
down around her knees. I see a butt, and it looks good.
"I'm so dirty and disgusting down there!" she says.
I go with the flow. "Yeah, you are! A dirty, disgusting cunt! That's
all you are!"
She whimpers.
I fish my cock out through my fly and approach the prize. "But you look
like a decent fuck," I growl.
"Oh, God, this is so hot!" she murmurs.
I find the slit. Centering left to right is easy, but it's the altitude
that takes a little judgment. I shove hard and my aim is true.
She is a refined administrator, but with her panties down, her ass and
her pussy aren't refined at all. They're just a hunk of woman flesh.
Inside it's moist and hot -- a dirty part of an animal. It gives me a
bitch's hug. I give a stallion's answer. I give huge, sharp thrusts.
On the eighth she cries out and I feel her obscene cunt twitch.
On the ninth my orgasm is inevitable.
On the tenth, I give a big, "Unnnhhhh!" My cock tip hits the deep end,
perfectly synchronized with the eruption of the first big glob of
sperm. I hold still as my rude cock vomits sticky, disgusting cum into
the even more disgusting cunt-sewer inside her.
I pull out and stand panting.
She slowly straightens up and turns to face me as she pulls her
pantyhose and panties back up. Her expression is hard to read.
"Do I get detention for screwing the staff?" I ask.
"No, that was great!"
"Is it your fantasy to get bent over your desk and fucked by a visitor?"
"Yeah, actually it kind of is -- to get my cunt fucked hard and mean!
It really is. You sure did it!"
"Happy to oblige. But I thought you were like an administrator or
something."
"I am, but we're in the afterlife too. We get our fantasies."