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Title         : Good Girls Go To Heaven

Author     : MeatBot

Keywords : Pedo, MF, MA, Mg

Date        : 20160107

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Synopsis : A guy wakes up in heaven and finds out nothing is forbidden.

Disclaimer : Copyright by the author. Permission is granted to archive,
repost, or publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals,
anthologies of this type of material if unaltered and attributed to the
author. This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone any sexual
activity among persons under 16 in real life.

These are just words, people, just words. If you have a problem with words
see a competent shrink or an English teacher. This story contains
potentially confusing and/or offensive religious imagery and themes from my
cultish protestant upbringing. Don't read it if you don't like little girl
stuff. I don't know any Latin; I just made that shit up. I know this story
is excruciatingly long, but I appear to have no control over what I write.
If you actually read this story to the end and/or semi-understand it,
e-mail me and I will congratulate and attempt to console you.


                              --==+==--


I awoke. Poof, just like that. No fuzzy feeling, no eyes glued shut, I was
just suddenly awake. I looked around. For some reason I was unable to move
my arms or legs.

"Good," said a voice. "You've arrived."

I focused my attention on the figure directly in front of me. A... a
creature stood there. My mind stretched, yawned, and finally woke up too.
What is that thing again? I asked it. It gave me the same answer. A
creature.

It had a long but attractive face and was clean-shaven. It's features
looked male but peculiarly asexual. Most amazing, in the air over it's head
floated a golden circle of light, maybe slightly smaller in diameter than
it's head. Weirdly, it just floated there. I was puzzled and intrigued.

The man, if it was a man, was dressed in a long shockingly white robe. Not
a bathrobe... something that looked like it was straight out of the bible.
The bible or the Vatican. He had a small black tie around his neck. He was
holding something that looked like an iPad, but a bit more elegant; it had
gold trim around it.

"How..." I said, but what came out wasn't English. Wha...? I thought. It
wasn't English, but I understood it. "What is that?" I said, and tried to
point, but my hand was still tied. I nodded at the floating circle.

"What is what?" It said. I'll say "he" from now on, so it's less confusing.
His eyes opened wider in question.

"That thing above your head..." I said.

He laughed slightly. "Oh, that," he said. "That's my halo. You know...
halo."

No, I didn't know. Halo? What the fuck? I thought. What is this shit
anyway? Where am I?

The speech thing was bugging me. "What are we speaking? I know it's not
English..."

He nodded. "You now converse in the Enochian tongue. Unless, of course, you
wish to speak another language," he said. That didn't clear anything up for
me. How the hell did I know what he said? And how did I know what to say
back?

I looked around. The room was fairly sterile... just my bed and two elegant
chairs. There was no obvious restroom like what most hospitals contained.
Nothing on the walls, no mirrors, no pictures. A holder at the door held
what looked like a clipboard. The door was open, and I saw two figures walk
by that could have been identical twins to the guy in front of me.

I pulled on my arms again. They seemed to be locked to the bed-frame over
my head.

"Why am I tied?" I asked.

"Oh, we do just do that for your safety... some souls don't wake up as
calmly as you did. Souls who were fighting or running or maybe being burned
in fires. Considering your circumstance, I'm actually surprised you were so
easy."

Fighting? Burning? Fires? That didn't answer any questions either.

"Joshua..." the man said. "Release him, please."

Another figure... man, whatever... another similar being that had been
behind my range of vision stepped forward and approached. I felt him
loosening whatever straps had held my hands. He moved to my feet and did
the same. When he got done he pushed a large cart of medical-looking
machinery out of the room and left.

The first man I'd spoken to went to the door and retrieved the clipboard.
He returned as I sat up on the side of the bed, and thumbed through the
papers on the board.

"Anyway," he finally said, as I pulled myself up. "I am Zaphaniah, and I'll
be your... the word I like to use is mentor... until you get your feet on
the ground. You are a special case, because of, uhm, unusual circumstances
that got you here. What do you remember, before you woke up?"

I sat, and thought back. In spite of a few million questions I had, I tried
to do what he said and just thought back. And disturbingly, the memories
were fresh, just like they'd happened moments ago. I flinched, literally,
as I remembered Elvis Penrod's angry gaze, his mouth silently saying
something that I now recognized as "you dead, motherfucker!" He was holding
a pistol pointed at my face... and that was all I remembered. Penny cowered
in the background, holding her clothes against her body, her face pleading
and tears streaming down her cheeks. I didn't remember anything else. Why?
I wondered. Had I been shot? Was I in the hospital? I felt no pain,
though...

"Uh..." I said.

"You can tell me," Zaphaniah said. "We know anyway, we did a scan during
the extraction, but it might help settle your mind to talk about it. What
do you remember exactly?"

"It was... uhm... it was my girlfriend's father... uhm, he'd come to my
house, and found her there. He wasn't pleased."

He consulted the clipboard. "Yes, Miss Penny Rebecca Pendrod, thirteen
years old, barely two years out of innocence. My, she didn't waste any
time, did she?"

I cringed. Goddam, they knew everything. What the fuck was an extraction
scan? Had they hypnotized me?

"What..." I said. "What happened to her?"

He laughed slightly. "She got her butt busted good. Her dad says she's
grounded until she's eighteen, and she has to carry a cell phone with the
GPS turned on. And, oh yes, they also took that laptop you gave her and
pounded a railroad spike through it."

Shit. My poor baby. My heart melted for her, she didn't deserve any of
this... the whole thing was my fault, my idea. She'd almost resisted me at
first, for a day or two... I felt tears in my eyes, as I thought again of
that last memory, and the fear on her face. It was all my fault.

"Am I in... am I in trouble with the law?" I asked, feeling like a heel. I
didn't want to be, but I should be, considering what I'd done with her.
Well, what I'd done too her.

He laughed again. "Of course not," he said. "Consider where you are. There
are no legal problems of that nature here. There was a problem and it got
you in but now it's over. The die is cast. You are here, for eternity."

I looked around again. There was a window, but it was too opaque to see out
of.

"Where am I?" I asked.

He laughed. I was getting tired of that laugh. "You haven't figured it out
yet?" he said. "You're in heaven."


                              --==+==--


We walked through a beautiful park. It was spring. Apparently it's always
spring in heaven. Giant birds strutted about the foliage, and I swear I
even saw a tiny dinosaur. People walked about, wearing everything from
robes to normal street clothes, holding hands, talking... there was even a
picnic in a clearing. He'd told me I no longer had to eat in heaven... but
these people appeared to be eating. My list of questions grew and grew.

"So I got shot?" I asked again. Weird... I didn't even remember the muzzle
flash.

"In the face, no less," Zaphaniah said. "Your physical self was pretty ugly
when we started the extraction. But we're used to that stuff in recovery."

"So... what happened to him? To Elvis?" I was curious.

"Nothing yet. Remember that was only about three AM, local time. They are
still putting the story together. In fact, she's being interviewed, as we
speak. My guess is they'll go easy on him, considering what you did to her.
After all, she was his daughter."

"Well shit!" I said, then looked at him a little aghast, but he didn't bat
an eye at my language. "Can I... is there any way I can talk to her?"

Yet again, he laughed. "What do you think?" he said. "You should know that
answer, you were brought up right, though it didn't stick very good. Of
course not, we can't communicate with the other side, except under special
circumstances. What do you want to do, tell her to keep her mouth shut?"

"No!" That was unnecessary, and hurt my feelings. "I just want... I want to
tell her I'm sorry."

"Well," he said. "I shouldn't tell you this, but someday you'll be able to
do just that. She's due in recovery the night of July 26th, 2084, Earth
date. I peeked at her chart, because I knew you'd ask."

That was little relief. I just wanted to hold her and tell her everything
would be okay. But hell, that's what I'd been doing when I got shot in the
face.

We stopped at a stream. Children splashed in the water, bare-ass naked. I
was surprised. Nudity? in heaven?

"Can they do that?" I asked.

"Do what?" he said. He was playing with his tablet again. Words and
pictures floated in the air above it.

"Can they be naked?" I said.

He laughed again. I wanted to choke him by now. "Of course..." he said.
"This is heaven. You can do anything you want in heaven. You know that...
you learned about heaven when you were a kid."

"No, I didn't," I said. "Not about stuff like that. I thought heaven was a
place where you could do no wrong. I thought you didn't want to do wrong,
in heaven."

"It is. You don't, and you won't. But you can do anything you want, if
nothing is wrong." he said patiently. We'd actually been through this once
already, back in the hospital room. It seems I'd had it wrong my whole
life. I thought being in heaven meant you could do no wrong because you
didn't want to do wrong. Apparently it meant you could do no wrong because
nothing was wrong any more. A slight technicality that made my future up
here look rosy indeed.

"You mean..." I said, "you mean if I see a pretty girl and walk up to her
and kiss her she won't get mad?"

"No," he said, "she won't get mad because that's what she would want, too.
It all works out. You'll see, just be patient. Get a room, get established,
and talk to your neighbors. Learn the ropes. And you can call me anytime...
just push that little halo icon on your phone."

I pulled the phone he'd given me out of my pocket again. I was still a
little unsure what it was for, because apparently anybody I wanted to talk
to would want to talk to me also and we'd somehow meet. Most of the stuff
he'd told me this morning just confused me, instead of clearing things up.

I sighed. We walked along the shore of the river. A man and woman, both
shockingly naked, pushed into the bushes, and I saw the bushes shake
rhythmically. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what they
were doing.

"You mean..." I wasn't sure how to ask politely. "You mean... men and
women... can still have, uhm... relations? In heaven?"

Gaaah, that laugh. "Of course!" he said. "This is heaven! If that's what
you want, you can do it!"


                              --==+==--


I got a room easily, just by picking out a high-rise and asking. It was
basically a big living room, since that's all I needed. No use for
bedrooms, bathrooms or kitchens in heaven... unless, of course, as
Zaphaniah endlessly reminded me, unless that's what I wanted.

I looked out the glass wall in my living room from a few hundred stories
up. Heaven stretched before me, endless and infinite, a vast megalopolis, a
city with no end. There was no horizon, we were on a flat plane... not
simply flat, but somehow bowl-shaped slightly... I could see the city tens
of thousands of miles away, so far it was just a blur. It seemed there was
no end to it. A dragon wheeled in the sky at the limits of my vision. More
magic... this placed was full of magic, almost sickeningly full. I shook my
head. And I thought... I thought this was just a fairy tale. I thought my
parents were nuts, believing this shit. I had to laugh, at that one. The
fact that I'd even beaten them here amused me. I thought again about that.
Things would be interesting when they arrived. They'd be surprised as hell.
But nobody was more surprised than me that I'd made it. I thought the rules
were way too tight for people like me. But what the hell. I was still
confused, but now I was pleased. I felt like I could work with this place.
I didn't know how I'd made it, but I was glad I did.

I turned. The eating or drinking only for pleasure I could stand... a cold
beer would be nice, right about now. I didn't see it at first, but when I
walked behind the couch I noticed it on the end table. A fucking beer. My
brand, even. How the fuck do they do that? I wondered. I popped it, and
took a long drink. And damn, it was a hundred times better than the one I'd
had just yesterday. How the fuck do they do that?

I sat on the couch, and stretched out. Let's do a little test, I thought. I
remembered that girl I'd seen at the park, going into the bushes. She'd
looked barely eighteen, if that. She was fine, high firm breasts, fat pink
nipples... and an ass to die for. I'd love some of that shit, I thought. Is
this really heaven? Prove it, I thought.

The knock, maybe a minute later, was slight and hesitant. I didn't dare
hope. And Zaphaniah had said he'd visit me when I got settled in. But... I
would have expected a heavier knock from him. I cautiously opened the door.

She looked different, dressed. She was wearing a supernaturally white shirt
and maybe four inches of blue skirt, barely decent, and sexier than fuck.
Her hair had a pink ribbon in it, and her full almost bullet-shaped breasts
stretched the thin cloth almost to the breaking point. And those giant
fucking nipples... every detail was visible through the tortured cloth. I
finally forced myself to meet her eyes.

She acted shy, which amused me, and turned me on. I was painfully hard
within five seconds, after seeing the imprint of those nipples in her
shirt. She opened her mouth, and licked the corner of it. Her tongue drove
my cock to 130 percent. It was crazy how bad I wanted her. This was a test?
I asked myself. Heaven had definitely passed.

"I saw you at the park..." she said. Her voice was soft, low and smooth as
silk. "I just wondered... I mean, I know you're new here... I just wondered
if you needed some company..."

Strangely confident, I reached out and took her upper arm. Yes, she was
real, she had substance. I gently guided her into the room and to the
couch. She sat primly, her legs together. Goddam, a thought flashed through
my head... damn, I really wanna see that little beaver. Maybe I'll get a
chance before the evening is over.

But almost immediately she sat forward, spreading her legs. At last I knew
for real I was in heaven. No panties, and the prettiest little baby-butt
smooth cunt I'd ever seen, living or dead. Fat pink suckable lips, and a
clit as big around and half as long as my thumb. I looked at her face. No
shame... but now the sexy shyness, the hesitancy was gone. She sat forward,
and I took her in my arms.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" I had time to ask, before her mouth smashed
against mine. To hold a kiss without breathing feels really weird. At last
she pulled back, her saliva drying on my lips.

"Today I'm... I think I'm Celeste today," she said softly. I smiled.

"Celeste. Pleased to meet you!" We kissed again, for longer. Her tongue was
a wild thing, inside my mouth. My hands were on her back, hugging her to my
body. She felt hot in my arms.

She climbed on top of me and pressed me down into the cushions. Her tank
top came off in a smooth easy motion that almost looked practiced. It
probably was... this girl obviously was not a stranger to the ways of love.
Her skirt was up to her waist by now, where her belly button would have
been, if she had one. If I'd thought to want her to have one.

Our mouths met again, as she fumbled with my zipper. She unsnapped my
pants, and I sat forward as she pulled them down. Something felt... weird
down there, though. I looked down.

Yeah, I thought. Fuck it... we're in heaven. My cock was twelve inches
long, if not more... and the sensations it gave me just from it brushing
against things as she finished pulling my pants off... incredible. This
will be interesting, I told myself.

She was on top of me. I guided my cock into the shelter of her pussy lips.
She grinned wickedly, in spite of it being heaven.

"Baby..." she whispered, and I felt her hot breath on my face. "Fuck me,
baby... fuck me with your cock. Fuck my cunt!"

She sat back and slid me into her tight wetness. I almost passed out with
pleasure... that first plunge always feels great, but I never remembered it
feeling that good before. My knees turned to water and I felt a weird
battle as I tried to hold my breath without breathing in the first place. I
felt things inside her body, deep inside her, sliding and pressing against
my cock. Fuck, it was like she had a dozen tongues in her cunt or
something. And the suction was unreal. I almost didn't want to pull out of
her, but I did, almost to the end, and then pressed into her again. Fuck...
it was insane. How long can I stand this? I thought. I always cum to quick.
How can I hold out against this?

But again... this was heaven. I have no idea how long we fucked. I didn't
cum, but every now and then I had the most incredible feeling, like... what
I imagine an orgasm feels like for a woman. And it just went on and on and
on. If I was back on good old planet Earth, I told myself, this would have
stopped being fun long ago. Now though... at one point that endless
afternoon I remember wondering if this was going to be my heaven, for
eternity... just one endless incredible fuck, a fuck without an end. Why
would we stop, even? Why not just keep going?

When I crawled down her body and smashed my face into her cunt... it was
heavenly, as corny as that sounds. Her clit was unreal... huge and fat and
as hard as the head of my cock. I sucked it into my mouth, tasting her
fabulous sweaty taste... there was nothing bad about the girl. Pussy is
wonderful, but in heaven it's off the scale. I finally rolled her and
spread her ass cheeks apart... and that asshole. I know it's weird, because
you don't poop in heaven... but her sweet asshole had that magical
half-percent poopy taste that drove me nuts. I buried my tongue in her
body, feeling like Gene Simmons, and just ate her ass alive. Her butt
cheeks felt like two big hard muscular breasts in my hand... it was beyond
incredible. And it's going to feel this good forever? I wondered. I hoped
to fuck it would.

I came, at last, as I fucked her again... at last it just seemed like the
time. Something blasted through the lower part of my body like a lightening
bolt, and I came so hard my asshole hurt from puckering. My prostate
squeezed what felt like a gallon of cum into her sweet cunt as I sucked
un-needed breath after breath into my lungs. It felt so good I had nothing
to judge it by, it was just stupendous, and it seemed to go on forever.
After what felt like five minutes, I came down from it, trembling and
shaking. My body felt wrung out... you don't feel tired in heaven, but I
felt like I'd run a marathon or two. It was a marathon fuck, for sure. And
my dick, sure enough, stayed hard and just kept on pumping.

Another hour went by, or maybe a day. Who the fuck knows, maybe a fucking
week. At last she had a giant orgasm like mine that was so strong that she
peed a little, although I never figured out where that came from. Finally I
could feel her slowing.

"You had enough, baby?" I whispered. I was on top now, my finally softening
cock deep in her body, and our mouths had been glued together the last few
minutes... or hours, whatever.

"No..." she whispered. "I'll never have enough. Dutch... give me a few
hours to do some stuff at home, and then... then think of me again."

I laughed. "How'd you know my name?" I asked.

"This is heaven," she replied. "Why ask why?"


                              --==+==--


After walked her to the door and let her out I lay on the couch for a while
and recovered. There was nothing physical to recover from, of course. Maybe
it was mental. I didn't sleep, you don't sleep in heaven unless you want
to, but I did lay there a few hours, comfortably numb, and thought about
nothing except the fuck I'd just had. The girl was incredible. And there's
how many girls here? I thought. A few hundred billion? I hadn't seen an
ugly one yet. More of that magic shit. I suppose only people with beautiful
souls made it to heaven. I lay there, musing, relaxing, and felt like a
million bucks when I finally got up.


                              --==+==--


"Zaph?"

"Yes?"

"What did you mean, the other day, when you said there was some problems
getting me in?"

Thank goodness there was no laughter.

"Well, getting you in wasn't the problem," he said, playing with his
tablet. "Keeping you out was the problem. Truth be known, Dutch... you
weren't supposed to come to Heaven. The way you lived... and died
especially... you should have gone to... to that other place." He
shuddered, the only time I ever saw him be other than emotionless. Except
for the laugh, of course.

"How'd it happen then? And why am I still here?"

He did laugh then. "You're still here because heaven doesn't make mistakes.
Anyway, accounting blamed it on data processing, and data processing blamed
it on accounting, the usual. Apparently there was some kind of data entry
error... although, like I said, heaven doesn't make mistakes. Actually, I
think a ground agent in Arkadelphia ended up taking the heat for it. I hear
he's in Oymyakon Siberia now, poor bast... poor fellow."

"So I don't have to be afraid of... of having to go... down there?"

"No, not at all. Like I told you, heaven doesn't make mistakes. Once you're
here your here for the duration. For eternity. You don't mind do you?"

"Oh, hell... heck no. No, thank you."

"I hear your wrong turn broke some hearts down there. A special team had
been prepared for your arrival... with some positively medieval torture
devices."

I shivered. Damn, I must be the luckiest guy in the universe. Shit fire
damn. Enough of the Hell shit for now.

"Zaph," I said. "I know it, of course... but tell me again I can't get a
chick pregnant here."

He smiled and said, "Only if that's what you want."


                              --==+==--


A week went by. Celeste visited me three more times, under the names Tammy,
Virginia and Dawnice. It was unreal how much she still turned me on. I
don't think I'll ever get tired of her. I walked the city, miles of it, in
the endless afternoon. Beautiful buildings... the mix of styles was
incredible. Statues everywhere, art from the sublime to the ridiculous...
but everything seemed to fit. It was beyond words.

The aliens freaked me a little, but I got used to them. Apparently there is
only one heaven, and the good souls of all races end up here. I didn't see
a lot of them, different races tend to stick together, even in heaven...
but it was shocking to see them walking the street and conversing with
humans. Everything you can imagine, from twelve foot tall hairy giants to
what appeared to be a race of talking armadillos... Heaven was the
universal melting pot. Once I even saw a little green man with antennas on
his head.

The angels fascinated me. They were everywhere, ubiquitous but never
underfoot. Always helpful, always anxious to please... and the girl angels
were beautiful beyond description. I only saw girl angels... I never saw
old lady angels. For the men I never saw an old man angel either. There
were mature angels... Zaphaniah, for example... but most angels looked
young. Young, and beautiful. That's not even really the word for it...
their beauty was unearthly, otherworldly. Frightening, almost. The thought
of sex with an angel had occurred to me, rather quickly... but it took
weeks to get my nerve up. One day I lay on my couch, resting from a long
afternoon with Celeste, or whatever her name had been that time. I thought
to myself... you know, I wish an angel would knock on my door. A beautiful
horny angel... a few minutes went by this time, but it happened. The knock
this time was sharp and confident.

I ushered her in. Just opening the door had got to me... she took my breath
away, the breath I no longer had. My heart, or whatever that organ was now
inside me that made heart noises and feelings... my heart was pounding. I
wondered again... of all the infinite things I could do in heaven, was this
the thing that might get me in trouble? Surely though... surely she'd tell
me, if it was...

"What is your name, darling?" I asked. Her heard turned. Her actions were
quick and sharp, like a bird's. Her halo hung in air above her head... it
was slimmer in diameter than Zaphaniah's, and didn't shine quite as
brightly... but it was beautiful and accented her perfectly.

"I am called Conquisita," she said. "The chosen." Her huge eyes stared into
mine. Her eyes were shockingly purple, a deep violet. She never blinked.
Her eyelashes were perfect, not a one out of place. I noticed she didn't
have hairs in her nostrils, and tried to remember to check myself and see
if I did. Her hair was fantastic, thick but delicate, like a baby's. It was
long, down past her butt. Golden brown, it reminded me of autumn, something
I hadn't yet thought of up here.

I am still not sure, after all these aeons, if angels are alive or are some
kind of organic construct. Well, they are constructs, like we all are
constructs, I know that. But are they some kind of robot? Supposedly they
lack free will, although... in my time here I've seen some pretty willful
angels. They give the appearance of life wonderfully, if they are actually
machines.

And I remembered thinking once that Zaphaniah was asexual... this one
wasn't, in any way shape or form. She was pure female, from the ground up.
The classical beauty of her face, her slim form underneath her white
robe... the beautiful perfect protrusions of her breasts... she was
perfect, heavenly perfect.

"Why..." I said at last, "why are you the chosen? What were you chosen for?"

"Because you chose me," she said, seeming to be puzzled. I shook my head.
She was named "The Chosen" for all of eternity just for this moment? Just
because of me? Sometimes this shit just didn't make sense.

"I didn't choose you, my dear..." I said. "You just showed up..."

"You chose me," she replied. "You might not have known it, but you chose
me. In your heart you chose me."

Who am I to argue? Especially with an angel. I decided to worry about it
later. I licked my lips and moved a little closer to her. I didn't really
know where to start with her.

"Darling..." I gulped. And how do you sweet talk an angel? "Darling, you
are... beautiful beyond words... I love you, I really love you..."

"If you wish." she said. She was almost too willing, too pliant. I like a
little resistance... I felt like that although she was here for me, she
didn't know how to play the game.

"Yeah, I wish..." I said. "May I kiss you?"

"If you wish." she said again. I leaned forward, and our lips met. It was
the most beautiful, most technically perfect kiss I'd ever had, and have
had since... but it was strangely unsatisfying. Not like kissing your
sister or kissing your hand unsatisfying... I was turned on, my erection
proved that to me... but I'd felt way more fire with Celeste. I wondered if
it just didn't matter to her.

"Sweetheart..." I said, "do you want to be here? Or are you just here
because I wanted an angel?"

She was silent for a moment, uncharacteristic of an angel. Usually they
seem to know what they're going to say to you before you've finished asking
the question.

"I..." she hesitated then, to my surprise. "I think I am. I wanted to come
here, that's why I'm here... but I also knew... I knew you needed someone."

"Thank you, baby," I said. I leaned into her, and took her in my arms.
"Thank you for coming."


                              --==+==--


I am pleased to report that not only can angels have sex, but they fuck
like the devil. We started out slowly, as I gently undressed her,
constantly stunned by her beauty. Her limbs were alabaster, perfectly
formed... I realized later that nowhere on her body could I even see a
blood vein beneath the skin. Her body fat percentage was in the low single
digits, and her perfect musculature showed everywhere on her body. I
wondered if I had liked fat chicks, would I have been sent a fat angel?
This place could drive you nuts if you let it. When she dropped her small
undergarment, I almost lost it, a first for my time in heaven. Her mons
was, I'm running out of words here... her mons was breathtaking. A small
vertical slit ran up it, and I could see yet another fat clit peeking out.
Angels have clits! I told myself, feeling like a kid at a candy store. Her
pussy was totally devoid of pubic hair... but hell, that's the way I like
my girls.

The thing that puzzles me still is why angels even have genitalia. Is it
just because that's what I wanted? When it was over I did ask her that, and
she was puzzled. But I've always had a vagina, she'd said, seeming to be
puzzled that I'd ask her. Another mystery.

Anyway, I laid her down, and she went. Her face still had a slightly
puzzled look on it.

"Darling..." I said. "Have you ever made love before?"

She shook her head slowly.

"No." she said. "I am intact. I have waited for you."

"You're... intact? You mean you're a virgin?"

She nodded seriously. This made less and less sense to me. She'd waited?
Her whole life... that would be eternity, she was an angel, she'd always
existed... but she'd waited for me? For this moment? I almost told her to
leave, I almost couldn't stand it at that point. But... my erection was
almost painful, and constant. I realized that yes... free will or not, I
wanted her. I wanted her bad.

She smiled when she first saw my cock... a secret, shy smile... I wondered
what she thought and started to ask her, but I'd had enough revelations for
the day. Today my cock seemed to be back to its normal size, about half
what it was with Celeste... that was better, considering this girl was
still a virgin.

She lay on my couch, her feet on the floor, and I gently spread her legs
and exposed my private heaven. I slowly crawled on top of her, and we
kissed again. I swear, this time, I felt something back from her... I was
pumped, and getting moreso.

"Oh baby..." I whispered, feeling... not her breath, but the exhalation she
had to do in order to talk in my face. It was hot, and smelled like
flowers. "I love you..." I simply told the truth... whatever she was, I
loved her. "I love you baby, I love you..."

"And I love you," she said sweetly, surprising me yet again. Our mouths
touched, and touched again. I leaned down, and fastened my mouth on a
fabulous tit. Her body had a taste...  flowers, once again... but
delicious. The hard knots of her nipples felt wonderful in my mouth, and I
felt my cock leave a trail of pre-cum along her leg. She was turning me on,
big time. Just because that's what I wanted? I don't know.

"Ama me," she said. Love me. I did, and I was going to try my damnedest to
make her feel it. I pulled up a little, and fumbled around with my cock. I
started to just poke it in her... but then I thought... let's go slow and
easy. And probably you haven't lived until you've tasted an angel's cunt.
Her cunt, what I'd seen of it, had been almost holy in its perfection. I
knew it would taste wonderful. My jaws locked, thinking of the taste. I
pulled away from her tit, and slid down her tight belly. Unlike Celeste,
and to my infinite surprise, she had a navel. A fucking navel, on an angel?
I smashed my tongue into it, tasting her body again. No lint, of course. I
nuzzled her flat stomach with my face, and finally dropped on down into
heaven.

The smell was... unreal. We don't have to breathe, in heaven. We suck air
into our lungs just to talk... to talk and to smell. And smell I did, I
sucked in air until my lungs ached. I drew the incredible scent of her
angelic pussy into my nose with pleasure. I never knew the depth of a
smell, until I smelled her. My nose almost hurt, she smelled so good. And I
knew she'd taste even better than she smelled.

She did. The first taste was magical and almost overpowering. My jaws ached
with that painful thing they do when tasting something strong or good. Pain
of any kind is rare in Heaven... but this time it was almost refreshing. I
buried my face in her pussy, and licked for all I was worth.

I licked, sucked and tongued her for what seemed like hours... maybe it was
minutes, or maybe it was days... but it was beautiful... I felt a reverence
for her by now unlike anything I'd ever felt in the real world. I loved her
with a strength that I cannot explain. This, I thought... this creature is
my religion, now. At last, at last I've found something I can worship,
something truly awe-inspiring, supernatural and otherworldly.

She came for her first time as I sucked her clit. Her whole body shook, her
arms and legs pulled tightly into her body, and she came. Her face had the
a beautiful and almost holy expression on it, one of surprise, I think, and
yet one of complete satisfaction. I knew I hadn't made a mistake, when I
looked at her face. Everything we'd done had only enhanced her beauty. She
opened her eyes and smiled at me, and her lips moved. Thank you, she said
silently. I smiled at her.

At last... the suspense had been killing me... and at last I helped her
turn over. She sat up on my couch, holding her body up with her hands, and
I spread her butt cheeks apart. Angels have assholes! I told myself
joyfully, and touched her with my tongue. It was fabulous... I've always
liked assholes, since I'm an ass man... but this one was off the scale. Her
taste was perfect... spicy and tangy, sweaty and once again... that little
hint of poop that just sent me over the edge. This cannot be real, I told
myself... this was created just to make me happy. This cannot truly be an
angel's butt. I couldn't imagine her pooping... surely nothing distasteful
could come from a creature so perfect. To this day I don't know. Heaven
doesn't mean you know everything, I've learned. Time slowed to a crawl and
raced like the wind. I have no idea how long I ate her ass, and I don't
care. No time is wasted in heaven.

At last I rose, laid her back on the couch, and laid myself on her body.
Our mouths locked, and now... now I felt it from her. A hunger, a need...
building slowly but inexorably, like a freight train on a downhill track. I
felt like she was truly enjoying herself now, and I felt like she wanted
me. Our tongues intertwined, and we traded breaths. Her eyes were closed,
and I could see her eyeballs flickering beneath her lids. Her perfect
eyebrows were raised, like she was asking a question. I loved just her face
more than I'd ever loved anything in my life.

My cock, engorged to a painful fullness, fell into place between her moist
pussy lips. I slowly pressed against her, my hands buried in her sweet ass,
and pulled her to me. As my cock entered her body I felt some resistance
and then something inside her gave away. A flicker of pain crossed her
face. I stopped for a moment, and her eyes slowly opened. She smiled softly
and nodded, we kissed and I continued. My cock slid deeper and deeper into
her body... and the sensations were unreal. Greater than fucking Celeste,
even... I could feel tongues or who knows what inside her cunt sliding
along my cock, and an aggressive suction that pulled me deeper. Pulling out
of her and pushing back in was incredible. You don't know what fucking is,
until you've fucked an angel. I pumped again, and again. I felt her body
tremble, and I felt goose flesh race down her thighs. I could tell she was
truly getting off, unless she was the greatest actor in the universe. She
sucked unnecessary air into her lungs, gasped and even hiccuped a time or
two. I'm sure my face looked funny, but the few times she opened her eyes
she seemed to be staring at me with nothing but love. An angel loves me, I
told myself over and over... an angel loves me. Would I do this again? The
problem would be doing anything other than this.

At one point she screamed something in Latin or maybe Esperanto, who
knows... I have no idea what she said, although I could feel the emotion
behind it. By now she was acting like she wanted it even more than I did. I
crushed the thought "just because that's what I want." I was getting tired
of trying to think this shit out.

There was no mistaking it when she came. She felt like stone beneath me as
her muscles tightened into rigidity, her back arched and her hands clutched
at me almost in a frenzy. Her head was back, buried into her neck, and she
screamed again, a feral wordless noise that I knew was nothing except pure
pleasure. She went on for minutes, trembling and shaking, gasping and
bouncing beneath me. I was actually having a hard time holding back,
something unusual in my time here, and finally I thought, fuck it, and went
ahead and blasted her with what felt like gallons of cum. So much that it
pistoned out of her tightness and splashed to the couch beneath us. My
orgasm locked my legs and stomach muscles so tightly that they actually
hurt. The creature was incredible, as was the effect she had on me. I
wondered if anything-- even up here, would ever be better.

At last we slowed and just held each other. She sighed and kissed me
sweetly, never opening her eyes. I wondered if she was asleep, she was
still and quiet for so long.

"Connie..." I whispered softly. She opened her eyes. I kissed her, long and
slow.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked.

She laughed gently. "What we just did..." she said. "Do you think you'll
ever want to do it again?"

"Oh, hell yeah..." I laughed. "The problem will not doing every minute of
every day."

She laughed softly. "There is a word for what you are..."

"A word? For what I did, for making love to an angel?"

"Yes, for one who fucks angels. The word is meccidori... angel lover. Some
souls fuck angels exclusively, though I'm not sure why."

I laughed. I had a pretty good idea why. I could understand that. And I was
surprised to hear her use the word "fuck," although I don't know why.
Angels can do no wrong.

"Oh baby..." I kissed her. "You are wonderful. You are the most fabulous
thing I've ever... ever loved, in this world or the other. I love you, I
truly love you with all my heart. I think I'm in love with you."

She laughed at me. "This is heaven," she said. "You'll have someone new
tomorrow. Don't worry... I know how it works. I understand."

"I'll always have a place for you in my heart," I stared in her eyes, and
felt tears in the corner of mine.

She looked serious, and when a tear finally streaked down my cheek she
leaned forward and touched her tongue to it.

"Tears are worth more than gold, in heaven..." she whispered. "Gold is
everywhere here... but tears are rare. Thank you... and thank you for
loving me. I have waited a long time for you."

We sat and hugged each other for at least as long a time as we'd spent
making love. She was warm and comfortable in my arms, and I almost dozed,
my mind blank, happy to just be with her. She finally sat up, stood and
stretched. Just watching her got me off.

"Dutch..." she said. "I must go... I have... duties and responsibilities."
I nodded. I understood.

"Please..." she touched her lips to mine. "Please think of me again
someday..."

"Oh darling..." I hugged her one last time. "I'll think of you every day."

She smiled, dressed, kissed me again and was gone. I lay back, relaxing,
and thinking.


                              --==+==--


"Celeste... uh!" I said.

"I'm... uh! I'm Amy, today... oh fuck!"

"Yes Amy... sorry... how did... uh! How did you... get here?"

"How did I... oh, fuck, goddam... how did... how did I die you mean? Oh,
fuck!"

"Yeah!" My hands were on the sides of her hips, my now-giant cock deep in
her asshole. She had tongues in her asshole, too. And I swear, I know it
might be because it's heaven, but I swear she had a clit back there too
because she got off so intensely from ass-fucking. She could cum like a
motherfucker from it.

"I was... uh! I was sitting in my car and was... rear-ended..." she stopped
talking until we both stopped giggling. "I was sitting at a... uh! Railroad
crossing... and I got pushed into a train. Oh, god! Goddam, you
motherfucker... harder!"

After we both came and recovered she resumed her story. "They said I was in
pieces... they said a neophyte angel had to leave the room, during
recovery... they said I was fucked up pretty bad."

I was just holding her now. She looked thoughtful as she talked about her
death.

"Do you remember it? The crash?"

"Oh yeah... I remember the impact... and the pressure of something
squeezing my body... and then I woke up tied to a bed, screaming. How I
made it to heaven is still a surprise to me... I wasn't perfect, by any
stretch..."

"Yeah," I said. I hadn't told her, or anyone else for that matter, my
story. "Me neither," I said. "Well, I'm glad you made it. I love you like
crazy..."

"Yeah..." she laughed. "Me and a million other girls..."

"Are you jealous?" I asked.

"In heaven? Hell no. I was a jealous bitch on Earth, though. I'd have cut
your balls off if you ever even looked at another bitch."

I laughed. "Is heaven as weird for you as it is for me?" I asked.

She nodded. "Fuck yeah. I thought it would just be old farts in robes,
playing harps and singing shall we gather at the river. I never guessed
we'd... we'd get to fuck, in heaven."

"I was told the streets were made of gold..."

"That one they got wrong... it looks like asphalt to me... gold is cheap
shit up here, though... I got a solid gold bathtub at home just to soak in."

I laughed. I still felt like the luckiest motherfucker in the world. Fuck,
in the universe. I admit, sometimes though... sometimes I'd wondered what
went on, down below. If it had its differences between what we'd been told
on Earth, and what really went on. I wondered if all my friends that would
be down there eventually would get to have a good time, every now and then.
I even wondered half-way what it would be like to fuck a devil, if they had
any cute girl devils down there. Surely... surely they did. That alone
would be good torture for the poor motherfuckers.

"Well," I said, kissing her. "I'm glad you made it. I'm glad I saw you that
day getting fucked in the bushes."

She laughed. "That's when you saw me? When you first saw me?"

"Yeah," I said. "You looked sexier than fuck that day."

"I look sexier than fuck every day."

"Yeah," I laughed, and kissed her again. "You do."


                              --==+==--


"Well," said Zaphaniah. "You have been busy. And, I admit to my surprise
you've managed to fit in quite well."

I wondered what he'd expected of me. I had been busy... I'd been busy
getting fucked, endlessly... but I'd done other stuff too. I even played
board games with some of the old farts in my building. And I spent a good
deal of time in the park, just soaking up the sun and relaxing. I'd gotten
good at that pleasant state of near mindlessness that passes for sleep
here. And the park was a good place to meet girls. I'd spent my share of
time in the bushes, and never got poison ivy, or even a rash. There were
mosquitoes in heaven, but they didn't bite.

"I hear you made quite an impression on Conquisita the other day... I'm
glad for her, that poor girl has waited a long time for somebody to... to
spend a little time with her."

"Oh god, Zaph... she is unreal... she is incredible!"

"I know, I know... no details please... but I was young once, too."

I couldn't imagine that. Young? Angels aged? This place was almost fucked
up, at times. Nothing made sense sometimes.

"Zaph... is there anything I can't do? Is anything against the rules?"

"Well, you can't be sad, mad or bad... that's about it. There really are no
rules to break."

"Could I be an angel if I wanted to?"

"Yes... it takes some time, but all we have is time, here. You'd have to
study, have your free will excised, and be fitted for one of these." His
eyes went up as he looked up towards his halo. Okay... I thought, maybe
I'll just settle for fucking one, every now and then. Maybe someday if I
got bored...

"Anybody ever get bored here?" I asked.

"Not that we know of," he said, shaking his head.

"Zaph... this might sound crazy... but is there any way I can see what goes
on... down there?" I pointed at the ground.

He laughed his irritating laugh. "I knew you'd ask that," he said. "Yes.
The doors are everywhere. Go down in the basement of your building and find
the door with the do not enter symbol. You know..." He made a circle in the
air and put a slash through it, the whole symbol magically glowing for a
moment. I'd seen those doors before but had no idea what they were. That's
a door into hell? I wondered. I'd have to look into that.

"And something else weird... I wanted to check my nose hairs the other day,
but I can't find a mirror. Are there no mirrors in heaven?"

He cleared his throat and hesitated. At last, I thought, at last I seem to
have found something he doesn't instantly want to talk about.

"Well..." he said. "That's an interesting story, and I see no harm. Long
ago, during the reconstruction mirrors were used as gateways for the
entrance of... undesirables. Anyway, they were all taken out to to Gehenna
and smashed. A few have been kept under guard in laboratories to be
studied, but now you won't find one anywhere in heaven. You're the first
that's even asked in... well, in an eternity."

"I see..." I said, though I didn't. What was the reconstruction? What the
fuck did that mean? This place had its mysteries.

"Zaph... what was the reconstruction? What do you mean by that? Can I ask
that?"

Aargh, the laugh. "You can ask anything you want. By reconstruction I mean
when heaven was rebuilt, after the war. The war of The Fallen One... don't
you remember any of this? What did you do in sunday school, sleep?"

I should have answered honestly to that and said yes, but I kept my mouth
shut. Yes, I remembered a little of the story... I just never expected to
have to believe it.

He went on. "And if it's any help, no, you don't have nose hairs in heaven.
No dust or pollen in the air, things that nose hairs were designed to help
with in the real world. Do you miss them?"

"No... no, and thank you," I said. He nodded and smiled.

"Well? Anything else?" he said.

"No. Zaph... thanks your all your help... I appreciate it!"

He nodded absently and pulled out his tablet. "No problem," he said as he
walked off down the street. "Glad to be of service."


                              --==+==--


I fucked Connie again a few days later, a long slow gentle fuck that I
prefer to think of as "making love" instead of "fucking." She was sweet and
introspective, and we lay on my couch for hours and hugged afterwards. She
breathed in my face and I loved her sweet breath and the heat of it on my
face. It was peaceful to just lay and hold her, my cock comfortably
semi-hard, as I thought about what we'd do again in a few minutes...
minutes or hours or days, it's hard to judge the passage of time in
eternity. I cried again at some point, loving the perfection of her almost
beyond my capacity, and she cried to see me cry. Angel tears taste like
Muscato with maybe a hint of ripe persimmon, sweet and delicious. Hers did,
at least.

"Have you... I'm just curious, baby... have you made love to anyone else
since you started with me?" I asked.

She smiled shyly. "Of course not," she said. "I'm yours, only yours..."

"Angels are monogamous?" I asked. "In heaven, even? Do angels mate for
life?"

She giggled. "No... and we don't mate, by any stretch... I just... I just
don't feel the need for anyone else. You are all I need..."

"Oh darling..." I hugged her and cried some more, and she laughed softly
and licked my face.

"I love you..." I whispered. "I love you," she said softly. I sighed and
put my face in her hair. An angel loves me, I thought over and over. An
angel loves me.


                              --==+==--


The doors. Of course, once I knew about them... there was nothing left to
do but try one. One day, well... the days here are endless... but some time
had passed since Zaphaniah had told me about the doors. One day I was at
loose ends, I'd just fucked Celeste and patted her ass and sent her home a
few hours ago... I knew in another day or two I'd be hungry for Connie. I
didn't have anything pressing... of course I didn't, this was heaven. I
left my apartment and went down the tube to the basement. Nothing was
there, just some obtuse heaven machinery and a basket of laundry that
looked like it had been there since biblical times. I found the door
immediately, it was just a plain door in the wall, with the symbol on it.
The meaningless symbol, although a door into hell should probably have some
kind of symbol. I boldly entered the "Do Not Enter" door.

Not much was behind it, just a few feet of corridor and an escalator, going
down. It was the first escalator I'd seen since I'd arrived in heaven. I
stepped onto it, and began to descend. I don't remember much of the journey
downwards, and it did seem like it took a long time. At last I sat down on
a step, and blanked for a while, thinking of Celeste and Connie and a few
other girls I'd met at the the park... and down I went.

I noticed the smell first. Harsh, kind of acidic... I don't remember
smelling sulpher in the real world, but I decided that's probably what I
was smelling. A few minutes later the noise began... subliminal at first,
but growing louder. It finally sounded like a few hundred million voices
mumbling, completely out of sync... almost like white noise or something.
I'd call it brown noise, if I had to match a color to it.

At last, far below me, I saw something. The ceiling got higher and higher
and at last I came out onto a concourse. There was a doorway with an arch
over it. I stepped off the escalator when it ended, and went to the
doorway. The wall beside the opening had several dozen signs and symbols on
it. The most obvious was the "Abandon Hope all Ye who Enter Here" sign over
the door, and I remembered that from school long ago. A smaller sign on the
side said "No Cameras Allowed" and an even smaller one said "Enter at your
own risk." One more home-made sign said "Welcome to Hell. Do Not Enjoy Your
Stay." On the other side of the door seemed to be stuff from the Hell side,
a sign that said "Thank you! Hope to see you again!" and shit like that.
One amusing sign tried to inspire me not to litter in Hell. The Hell dot
com one made me laugh, and I looked for a matching Heaven dot com on the
other side but didn't see it.

On the other side of the door seemed to be a giant cavern. I stepped
through, and could see the roof, thousands of feet above, dripping with
massive stalactites. There was no direct light source, but everything
seemed to glow with a dim light. Nearby was a crowd of poor bastards
servicing a massive machine that pulsated and pumped a disgusting liquid
through pipes. A group of lost souls walked past me, all chained at the
neck, carrying a large log and chanting. Typical Hell shit, I thought to
myself.

"Dutch!" I heard a voice literally call me by name, and turned. Goddam, I
thought... fucking Ralph Pendelton... the last man I expected to see in
Hell.

"Ralph!" I said. I was happy to see somebody I knew, at least, be it heaven
or Hell.

"Hey man! You just now gettin' here?" He asked, shaking my hand. His hand
almost hurt me it was so hot and I turned loose of him in a hurry.

"Uhm..." I said. "Actually, I'm just visiting. Nice to see you, though."

"Yeah!" he said. He was dressed in a simple smock, a dirty piece of cloth
over one shoulder and tied around his waist. He looked at my clothes, my
jeans and shirt.

"How'd you get those threads?" he asked.

"Ralph..." I didn't really want to admit it to him, since I'd made it and
he hadn't... but I wanted to be honest. "Ralph, I'm not in Hell, I'm in
heaven. I just came down the stairs to see what's going on."

"Fuck!" he said, visibly surprised. "You made it to heaven? You?" He
actually laughed at me. I wasn't offended, I laughed back.

"Yeah... crazy huh... it's a long story."

"Fuck, I wish I had the time," he said. "Yeah, I had hopes myself, at one
time... but that goddam internet porn got me. I was trollin' Craiglist for
hookers on Saturday night and preachin' about the evils of that shit Sunday
mornin'. I fucked up, man. But I'm glad you made it."

"Is it that bad down here?" I asked him. The main reason I'd come was to
find that out.

"Awww..." he said. "It's kind of hard to explain. Yes, it's horrible, at
times, but it's also fun, at times. You can earn points an' shit, by doin'
favors and appropriately wicked stuff. And they give us Sundays off, they
let us fuck off all day. We're supposed to spend it bein' disrespectful to
the concept of Sunday, but they don't check up on us 'cos they're lazy
bastards."

"I see..." I said, although I didn't totally understand.

He was quiet for a moment, then he leaned towards me. "You fucked an angel
yet?" he said conversationally, almost causing me to choke in surprise.

"Uhm... yeah, actually," I said. He nodded knowingly, smiling. He knew he'd
got me with that one.

"Dutch..." he leaned in, his voice low. "Dutch, angels might be fun but you
haven't lived 'til you've fucked a devil. Devils invented fucking. Angels
spit but devils swallow, we like to say. It's like fucking on speed or
steroids or something... it's like fucking a mountain lion crossed with a
cobra... sexy and dangerous. And you fuckin' cum forever... at least it
feels like forever."

Well, that was interesting. And it was something I'd thought of, and was
kind of interested in. I felt like my afterworld experience wouldn't be
complete, until I got some devil pussy.

He slapped me on the back, and turned and looked around, as he'd done
several times while we talked. He acted like he was afraid of someone
sneaking up behind him. For good reason, someone did. Or something.

"What the... what the GODDAM FUCK is goin' on here!" A loud, fairly
obnoxious female voice said. I gulped as a figure approached from around a
stone escarpment.

Goddam... I thought. All that shit I thought the other day about female
devils... and fuck, I was right. She was goddam good looking... red as sin,
but attractive. She was an inch or two taller than me, and her skin looked
like dark red vinyl. She had red hair, in a cute page boy cut. Two little
horns, actually kind of attractive, grew out of her forehead. Her face was
as classically beautiful as an angel's, but with a twist. Her body was as
perfect as an angel's too... high firm breasts, and in a leather halter top
that exposed her fat pink nipples. She was bare-ass naked down below, with
a fuzzy little patch of maroon pubic hair, cut in the shape of an
upside-down cross. I swear I saw a fat red clit peeking out of her slit.
All in all she was beautiful, but... very devilish looking. I have no other
way to describe her. And she didn't have a happy expression on her face.

"Git 'chore goddam fuckin' ass back in line, preacher boy!" she hissed, and
smacked Ralph hard on the cheek with an oversized riding crop she was
carrying. He flinched, and I saw a red welt on his face. Her tail was long,
prehensile and pointed, and it stuck straight up like a cat's. It just
added to the impression I got that she was majorly pissed.

Ralph cowered before her. "Yes, mistress!" he said. "Yes, Miss DeVille!" He
turned to me for a moment.

"Bye! Nice talkin' to ya!" and he was gone, around the rock.

"Wha'choo lookin' at, angel boy..." the devil girl said, approaching me. My
heart, or whatever that thing inside me is that now does heart stuff was
pounding like a jackhammer. But fuck, she looked good. She looked hard,
muscular... I knew she could break me over her knee like a piece of
driftwood. I wanted to feel her strong arms around me, squeezing. Her
eyebrows were black, theatrically oversized and swept up her forehead like
wings. Her nails were claws, and I saw them retract and extend, like a big
cat's. Her eyes were yellow, and the pupils were slits. She should have
repulsed me, but she turned me on. I was right, I thought to myself,
pleased. Devil girls are foxes.

"You a long way from home, pretty boy..." said said, walking around me,
looking at me. She took her crop and placed it on my jaw, pushing my head
as the crop bent. I stood my ground, but my heart still pounded. She was
intimidating.

"I just... I just wanted to see how the other half lives..." I finally
said. What do you talk about with a devil?

"Half? Fuck dat... we got way more'n half... we got fuckin' ninety percent,
doof. We got nine levels while you fuckers just got one."

"Thanks for pointing that out..." I said. I wanted to talk to her, I
actually wanted to sweet talk her, but her attitude was pretty
overpowering. And I didn't know what was sweet to a devil.

"You're welcome, dipshit!" she said. She tapped the other side of my face
with her crop. "Come back when my shift ends, when I got time to fuck you
up."

I didn't want to be fucked up, I wanted to be fucked.

"When does your shift end?" I asked.

"When I fuckin' feel like it, pussy boy!" she said. She tapped my cheek
again, a little harder.

"Well," I said. "How about now? Would that work?"

"No, that won't work, you little fuckin' worm!" she said, smacking me
pretty hard. I flinched, that was the first actual pain I'd felt since I'd
crossed over. It was almost refreshing because it felt so unusual... and
goddam, she was hot. I could stand a little more of that shit, I thought.

"You motherfuckers sit up there in your goddam fuckin' ivory towers and
shit on us!" she said, growing more agitated. Fuck, I wanted to settle her
down, not rile her up. "I know you think we're shit! Someday,
motherfucker... someday we're gonna surprise your ass, someday soon. You
better hope you got friends down here, dickwad. You'd better fuckin'
hope... if you wanna live!"

"I don't feel like that," I said, a little defensive. "And we don't shit on
you... we don't even shit, actually."

"You know what I fuckin' mean!" she said, raising her crop again. She
looked down at my crotch. An actual smile formed on her sexy red lips.

"Awww!" she said. "Wittle angel boy got a wittle hard-on for a devil girl!
Ain't that fuckin' cute!"

She smacked my cock hard with the crop, right on the cap. I bent over
double because... fuck, it hurt. She hit hard and had good aim. She laughed
wickedly.

"You saw the fucking sign," she said, her ghetto accent gone. "You pass
that door, you on our turf. Your pussy-ass angel friends can't help you
down here. I could press you into my gang for the next trillion years and
they couldn't do shit. Get your skinny angel ass back upstairs and don't
come down again. If I ever want a piece of your sorry ass I'll call you.
Gimme your fuckin' number."

I fumbled my phone out. Usually I left it back in my apartment since I
hardly ever used it, except to occasionally talk to Celeste. I was glad I
had it now. I gave her my number... hell that was easy, it was all sevens.
I went to the dialer directory, and said "Your number?" and looked at her
expectantly.

"It's all sixes," she said, now acting disgusted. "Just hit six 'til I
answer... if I decide to fuckin' answer. I only get horny for angel dick
every thousand years though. In other words, don't fuckin' wait up for me!"

I nodded, filed her number under "D3vil Gurl" and said "Thanks."

"Don't try your sissy-ass politeness bullshit on me, motherfucker!" she
growled, and turned away. The last I saw of her she was flipping me off as
she chased her gang of slaves into a grove of trees.


                              --==+==--


To my dismay, I never found the up escalator. I finally asked a friendly
looking devil, and he laughed in my face and tried to sell me a diamond as
big as my fist.

"There ain't no up staircase, doofus!" he said. "The highway to hell is one
way! Straight down!" I finally ran up the escalator for what seemed like
hours. You couldn't simply walk or you'd just stay in one place. It was a
bitch but actually just time-consuming, because once I made it past the
half-way point I got less and less tired. Finally I arrived back in the
basement of my building, barely even breathing heavy. I need a beer after
that shit, I decided. I knew one would be waiting.



                              --==+==--


"Zaph! Hello? Hello?"

"Yes? Dutch? Is that you?"

"Yes! Zaph! You gotta hear this!"

"What? Settle down, Dutch..."

"Zaph, I think the devils are plannin' somethin'... some kind of takeover
or somethin'! This one, this one girl devil I know said they were gonna
surprise us. She told me I'd better have friends down there if I wanted to
survive!"

His laughter irked me, and this time it went on way longer than usual.

"Dutch, Dutch..." he finally said, chuckling. "You aren't the first to go
down the stairs. They've been planning their takeover for... lord, for a
billion years now. She was just blowing smoke up your... up your tailpipe.
Don't worry about the devils. They aren't going to take anything over.
Their bureaucracy is so top-heavy and bogged down in paperwork they don't
even know how many souls they have. Did she give you the ninety percent
spiel?"

"Well... yeah... but she just sounded so... ready. She sounded like it was
going to happen tomorrow."

"Don't worry about it. Heck, if they wanted to take over, they could just
flip the switch and ride the escalators up, right? Why didn't that happen
an eternity ago?"

"Uhm... yeah I guess. Well, sorry to bother you then. I thought I'd
stumbled onto something big." Hearing there was a switch hadn't cheered me
up any either.

"Got a taste for a little devil tail, huh?" Once again he proved he could
surprise me.

"Uhm... well, I gotta admit..."

"Dutch, once again you aren't the first. Just be careful. If she can,
she'll tangle you up in a web of... well, of biblical proportions. We've
had souls hit with everything from child support to alienation of affection
lawsuits. If you mate with her, I guarantee you she'll end up pregnant and
you'll have to ride down that escalator for the next thousand years,
helping to raise a little half-breed devil child. You'll be screwed,
because like the tired old joke says, they've got all the lawyers. And the
children aren't nearly as much fun as the big girls. They are usually
insane little monsters, since the devil gene is dominant."

I was silent for a while, pondering all that. Still, the attraction was
powerful. He spoke again.

"And no, I don't know where a rubber machine is. This is heaven, not a gas
station on the lower East side."

Shit. Well, maybe I'd just settle for some devilish phone sex, if it was
offered. Another dream bites the dust. That alone was rare, up here. I did
feel a little warm and fuzzy that I'd managed to find something I couldn't
have. Unless she called me and made an offer, of course.


                              --==+==--


And then there were the kids. There's a surprising and almost horrifying
number of kids in heaven. Life is rough, especially a few years back... an
amazing number of children never made it to adulthood. They were all here,
because... children get a free ride, a free ticket. There are no kids in
hell... well, maybe a few really horrible little bastards... but most all
kids end up in heaven.

I wasn't perfect, back on planet Earth. I already talked about that. I'd
just finished stealing the innocence of the sweetest, most beautiful little
girl on the planet, when her dad kicked the door in and shot me in the
face. I thought of that often... that last night with her... but the mood
was a little broken, because of the incident of ten minutes after I
deflowered her. But it had been sweet and special, and just damn fun. The
girl loved me, I really felt the love from her, and I loved her more than I
can describe. Almost as much as I love Conquisita... and that's a lot, for
the mortal world. She was the most perfect thing in my life, until an angel
came along. I still hurt inside from causing her pain, first from having to
see me get shot, and second from making her love me and then abruptly
leaving the planet. I looked forward to that day... whenever it might be,
that day that I could hold her and apologize in person. I wondered if she'd
be an old lady then, when she showed up... or if she'd appear young to me,
like she was when I last saw her. There weren't that many old people
here... some people were comfortable being old, and chose to be... but I
hoped she was still young and beautiful. I really wanted to see her again,
and I was pleased that it looked like a possibility.

The girls, though... the little girls. I liked little girls, in the real
world. I'd liked them from a distance, though... until Penny. And she
wasn't that little, she'd been thirteen, when what had happened...
happened. I'd looked at little girls before, and wondered... hell, who
hasn't? You can't tell me most males, at some point in their life don't
look and wonder what it would be like. I loved beautiful little girls, and
I found a large number of them to be downright sexy. I even had some of
that shit on my computer. I wondered if that was part of the reason I
should have gone to Hell.

Anyway... there were little girls everywhere, here. It took me a while
though... a while to get my nerve up, and a while to make up my mind. And,
the big girls had my attention, in a big way. Fucking Celeste was still
incredibly sexy to me, and in no way had I even began to get tired of that.
And Connie... I still worshiped her every chance I got. And you get a lot
of chances, when you don't have anything else to do.

After my mind was made up, I spent a lot of time... basically shopping. I
met and introduced myself to most of the young girls in my apartment block,
but none of them really rang my bell. There were some cuties living close
to me, and some precocious little pre-teen sexpots. One day while walking
in a park I'd pushed through some brush and surprised a middle aged man
with what looked like a seven year old girl on her knees before him, his
cock deep in her throat. He'd winked at me as I nodded and moved on. So I'm
not the only one. I wanted some of that, I told myself, but I guarded my
thoughts... I didn't want it to happen until I was ready and the right one
showed up. The special one.

I saw the girl one day at an outdoor deli. Once again, this is heaven, we
don't have to eat. But we do eat occasionally for the pleasure of the
taste, and the sensation of fullness. And here's more magic... we don't
poop. There are no toilets and no turds in heaven. It disappears from your
innards somehow, and goes somewhere, no idea where or how. I suppose... I
suppose if you were really into that shit... well, into shit... I suppose
it would happen then. You almost always get what you want, in heaven,
unless it's a devil girl. But I guess if you were a shit freak, you'd
somehow manage to get your fix. Enough said.

Anyway, I was enjoying some planet Earth Chinese food, when I looked up. A
little girl sat across from me, eating a simple bowl of rice. She met my
eye, and smiled. Something went through me, like a surge of electricity. I
smiled back... and I knew that quickly she was the one. She was small, and
appeared to be about... well... I know this is heaven, but let me keep her
age to myself. Let's just say she was young. She was maybe four and a half
feet tall, and maybe sixty pounds, in the old measurements. She was
beautiful, classically beautiful like Conquisita in a way... children have
a simple regal beauty that cannot be duplicated. Her hair was dark, and
waist length. Her eyes were brown, so dark you couldn't tell where the
color ended and the pupil started. Her nose was a little bump, and her lips
were thin lines of red... I stared at her, transfixed. I wondered if she'd
actually been made for me, or if this was chance. Is anything simply
chance, in this universe? In this place especially? I didn't care. My
attraction to her was instant, and overwhelming.

I motioned for her to come and sit with me. She appeared to think a minute
or two, as she finished her bowl. At last she stood, and slowly walked my
way. Her gait was smooth and sensuous... like a thick liquid in human form.
She moved the opposite of an angel... angels moved quick and precise. This
girl was slow and thoughtful.

She stood before me, and gazed at me inquisitively.

"Sweetheart..." I said. "Please... just a few moments of your time..." I
wanted way more than that, but I didn't want to just blurt it out. And
god... I could smell her, she was so close. She smelled like... heaven.

"Okay," she said, and carefully sat.

"What is your name, my dear?" I asked. In heaven, it's okay to give your
name to strangers.

"Juliette..." she said, after another pause. She stared at me, an open and
honest stare, no fear in it at all.

"Juliette, I'm Dutch," I said. There are no last names in heaven. She
hesitantly offered her hand, and we shook. Her hand was warm and soft. I
let it go reluctantly.

"Darling... you are beautiful... would you like to go home with me?" I
asked. I loved this child already... I loved her, and lusted for her. I
wanted to take her in my arms and smell her and kiss her. I wanted to taste
her. I knew she would taste wonderful.

"Maybe later..." she said, surprising me. Sometimes heaven wasn't as simple
as all yeses...

"Want to walk in the park then?" I asked, and she nodded slowly. We stood,
nodded to the angel running the food court, and walked away... there is no
tipping, in heaven... no money even. We crossed the street and walked into
the park, one of the endless parks that ran everywhere throughout the city.
I felt a touch on my hand, and it was hers. I took her hand in mine and we
walked beneath the trees. Her little hand was soft and warm.

We stopped, and sat on a convenient bench.

"Juliette," I said. "How did you get here?"

She was silent for a moment. "I had a fever..." she said. "I don't know
what it was, but I died from it. I woke up here."

I nodded, my heart going out to her. I loved her even more, for her
suffering. I wished she could have gotten more out of life.

"You?" she asked.

I hesitated. I didn't want to tell her the whole truth, so I only told her
part of it. "I got shot..." I said. "I was in an argument, and I got shot."

"I'm sorry," she said simply. She smiled at me. I still held her hand, and
I enclosed it in both my hands. We were content to just sit there a while,
touching. It was almost enough. I knew, I knew deep in my heart, that she
was mine. I didn't want to rush it, though. I wanted it to happen at its
own pace.

We stood at last, and walked through the woods, laughing at the animals and
nodding to the people we met. We stopped for a while and chatted with a
family of leprechauns who were living in a house made from a hollow log. I
put my hand on her shoulder, and hugged her against my body. She seemed
comfortable and content to be with me.

"Juli..." I said. "Do you live with anyone? Do you live alone?"

She shook her head. "I live with my mother. She came when I did, just hours
later. We live there..." she pointed to a high-rise just a few buildings
away from mine. I nodded and showed her my building.

"I don't see her a lot, now," she said. "She gots... she gots boyfriends,
an' stuff. But that's okay."

"You ever had a boyfriend?" I asked. She giggled, and shook her head. I
smiled.

"Want one?" I said.

"Who?"

"Me, of course..."

She laughed again. "We'll see..." she finally said. I lifted her hand to my
mouth, and kissed it. She giggled some more.

"Come on..." I said. "I want to see something, and I want your company."


                              --==+==--


We walked down the street a ways this time, before my wish was granted. An
old man angel, the only old man angel I've ever seen in heaven, was sitting
on the sidewalk beside a rickshaw and smoking a stubby cigarette. We walked
up to him.

"Give us a ride?" I asked, and he stood, nodding. We climbed in, he took
the drawbars and set off at a trot. In less than an hour we were at the
ocean. He stopped and we climbed out, thanked him and walked down to the
shore. The sea stretched before us, infinite, as are all things in heaven.
Above us, a few hundred million miles high we could see it, going over our
heads like a giant sparkling blue ring. For some reason it was more magical
than anything else I'd seen so far.

"Baby..." I said. She stared up at me, and I was lost in her eyes. I
kneeled, and took her in my arms. She came willingly, and I squeezed her
against my body, my head beside hers. I stared out over the ocean and held
her.

"I love you..." I whispered in her ear. She giggled. "I love you, I love
you... darling, let me love you... for all eternity..."

I leaned back and looked at her. Her face was impassive, and her eyes
unreadable. She leaned in, though, closer and closer, and at last I
understood. Our lips touched for a moment. Magic happened.

"Okay..." she said, her breath hot in my face. "I guess you can love me."

"Good, because I do," I said. I leaned in again, and our lips touched for a
few seconds longer. The third was longer still. On the fourth, I felt her
little tongue touch my lips.

"Baby..." I said. My heart was doing that pounding thing again, and it
almost hurt. "Baby, let's go back to my place."


                              --==+==--


We walked and talked, and it just seemed like moments before we were back
in our part of the city. We went up the tube to my room, and I spun her in
circles around me as we floated upwards. I opened the door and ushered her
in.

She sat on the couch. I went to the end table I had begun to think of as my
refrigerator. A soft drink was waiting there, and I gave it to her. I
realized she didn't know what to do with it, so I opened it for her. She
took a taste and smiled at me. I wondered if she'd ever tasted anything
like it before.

"Baby..." I kneeled on the floor at her feet. I took her sandals off, and
rubbed her beautiful feet. Just to touch her made me happy. "Baby...
remember... you don't have to do anything you don't want to..."

"I know that..." she said, looking puzzled at me for feeling like I had to
say it.

"I want..." I started, and paused. This one was different than Penny for
some reason. After some initial resistance, I'd been the one putting the
brakes on with Penny. I tried again. "My little one, I want to love you...
like a man and a woman love each other. Do you understand what I mean?"

She nodded her head, thought a moment, and then shook it.

"Well," she said. "I've seen my mom... I've seen my mom, with men... with
men and women... and once... once she even kissed an angel."

I laughed. I wondered if her mom had done more with the angel.

"Baby..." I said. "I just don't want you to be afraid. I would never hurt
you."

"I know..." she said. "I'm not worried."

I sat forward on my knees, and put my head in her lap. We sat for a while
in silence. I felt her warm hand on my neck.

"Baby..." I sat up and tried again. "I just want to make sure this is what
you want. I don't want you to just be okay with it... I don't want you to
simply tolerate me... I want you to want it, like I do. Do you understand?"

She thought for a while. Finally she spoke. "I think I understand. Okay...
what you want, that's what I want. I like you, but I'm not sure I love you
yet. Can we... can we just go slow? Can we just, uhm... just spend time
together for a while? Until maybe we know... until we know it's supposed to
happen?"

That made sense, and was wiser than my plan. I'd been ready just to jump
right in the middle of her, in spite of what I'd just said. I had felt
like, since the moment I'd seen her, that she was the one. But I wanted her
to feel that way, too.

"Baby..." I finally said. "I would love that... I would love just spending
time with you. Yes, that's the best way... let's do that..."

She smiled and leaned in. Our lips touched again, for a moment. I was happy.


                              --==+==--


"Hello?" I said. There had been no name on the caller ID, just a bunch of
asterisks.

"Whachoo fuckin' doin', angel boy? You got'cher little cock in your hand?
You spankin' it, thinkin' 'bout me?"

Shit, I though. Not now! I put my hand over the phone.

"Juliette, honey... will you excuse me for a moment?" She smiled sweetly
and nodded. I went to the far corner of the room and spoke quietly.

"Hi. No, I'm not spanking it. I have company."

"Awww... wittle angel boy gots company? You got a girl over?"

"Well... yes, actually."

"Is she legal?"

"In heaven? Anything is legal in heaven."

"You goddam fucking pedo motherfucker! You've got a little girl there,
don't you?" How the fuck did we get to that so quickly? I wondered if there
was a spy camera in my room.

"No, she's... she's grown up. Of course she is." I said.

"You lyin' sack of shit. I shouldn't even be talkin' to you, you fuckin'
corrupter of youth. Yeah, I asked around, I found out about your last
girlfriend. You fuckin' slimeball, she was just thirteen. She was barely
thirteen, and you fucked her."

Shit. Does everyone here know everything? I asked myself. I realized by now
I should have simply said yes when she'd ask me if I was spankin' it and
thinking of her, and maybe avoided all this crap.

"I gotta go," she said. "I can't be seen talkin' to a fuckin' pedophilical
sex maniac like you. I got a reputation to uphold."

"Okay!" I said. This was getting tiresome. Her phone manners were horrible.
And... a devil? A devil was lecturing me about my lack of moral character?

She wasn't done whipping on me. "No wonder you're in heaven, you prick...
we don't like pedos down here, we make them clean the fucking toilets with
their tongue. You wouldn't last a day down here, you fucking wimpy-ass pig
fucker. You wimpy-ass baby fucker!"

"Okay, okay!" I said. "I don't really have time for this, darlin'... can
you call me back in a few days?"

"Maybe," she said. "I'll have to fuckin' think about it. Maybe I don't want
your shit to rub off on me. And don't fuckin' call me darlin'!"

"Wait!" I said. "What's your name! Please!"

She was silent for a moment. "Trixie," she finally said, and then I heard
an loud exaggerated click as she forcefully hung up on me. I shook my head,
sighed and turned back to the couch and Juliette.


                              --==+==--


We did what Juliette had said. We took it slow. I saw her every day, for
hours sometimes. We sat on my couch and talked, we walked in the parks, we
went to the zoo... heaven's zoo is awesome, by the way... we just took it
slow and got to know each other. Time passed, I can't say how long, it felt
like weeks... maybe it was months. Time is all screwed up here. I felt like
we were getting closer and closer, I felt like more than ever that this was
the right choice. I hoped she felt that way, too.

One day we sat on my couch and cuddled. Her body was soft and warm in my
arms. She smelled wonderful. I whispered silly things to her and she
laughed.

"Dutch..." she whispered to me. Her breath was hot and sexy in my ear.

"What, baby..." I said.

"Can I... can I stay here tonight?" I laughed gently. There is no night in
heaven. But I understood... I'd gotten in the habit of spending a few hours
on the couch every now and then, letting my mind rest... just idling,
thinking of nothing. It added a much-needed delineation to the days... and
it seemed to relax me. I wondered if she did the same thing.

"Certainly, darling..." I whispered back. I wondered if this was an
introduction to a more physical aspect of our relationship. Whether it was
or wasn't didn't really matter to me... I was just glad to spend time with
her. Laying on the couch for a few hours holding her would be wonderful.

She leaned against me, her eyes closed. I kissed her lips gently and she
smiled without opening her eyes.

"I have been here a hundred and seventy seven years today..." she said
softly. I was shocked. I knew she'd died before I was born, but I had no
idea it was that long ago.

"You've been in heaven that long?" I asked her. She giggled.

"Of course!" she said. "Where else would I be?"

Okay, dumb question. I was still wrapping my head around it.

"You've been here this long and you never had a boyfriend? You never even
kissed a guy?" I asked, hoping not to offend her.

"No, I haven't..." she said, still smiling. "I've had friends... rather I
have friends, but I've never done... stuff like that."

"Why not?" I asked.

"It just... it just never came up," she said. "It never mattered."

"Does it matter now?" I asked.

She laughed gently again. "Yeah," she said. "Yeah, I guess it matters now.
Dutch... I'll be your girlfriend, if you want. I'll be glad to."

I smiled and kissed her. Something had happened between us, I was unsure
what exactly, but I'd felt it. I held her, I hugged her body to mine, and
loved her even more than I thought was possible.


                              --==+==--


She did spend the night with me, so to speak. We lay for hours, snoozing,
relaxing, and I just held her. It seemed to be all she wanted, and it was
fine with me. I had no intention of rushing her. Just feeling her warmth
and smelling her delightful scent was enough, for now.

"I have dreams, sometimes..." she said. "I don't sleep, but I have
dreams..."

"About?"

"Just stuff. Stuff about my life before this, my life on Earth. I had
friends and family, there. Some of them I've seen, since I got here... a
few came here, but most... most went to the other place."

Yeah, the ninety percent, I thought. I hugged her, loving her, sympathizing
with her. Someday I'd ask her questions, about her life before. I wondered
if she'd even gone to school. Someday... but it wasn't that important now.
There'd be time, time for all that. There was all of eternity.


                              --==+==--


I met her mother. It was brief, and uncomfortable for me. Old habits die
hard. I almost expected her to rage at me, and accuse me of being a dirty
old man, like Trixie had done. She was cool and calm though, and we talked
about heaven in a reasonable manner, and I came away with insights about
the place that I hadn't had before. She never questioned me about my
intentions towards her daughter... maybe she understood the rules better
than I did. Maybe she didn't suspect what I'd entered into this
relationship with, on my mind. I don't know.

"Your mother is very nice..." I told Juliette later that afternoon. She
nodded.

"Yeah, she's okay," she said. "She asked me a lot of questions about you."

"Oh really..." that made me nervous for some reason. "Questions like what?"

"Like if I loved you back as much as she could tell you loved me. And if I
thought you were nice and polite to people... back on Earth. What I thought
the old you was like."

I think I was... I hoped I was... it was much easier up here, of course,
where nothing went wrong... I tried to remember my personality, way back
then. I'd been a little flakey, at times... but all in all, I think I was a
nice guy.

"Did she ever ask about... about love, like have I touched you and stuff?"
I asked.

"No..." she said. "No, she never has. Dutch... it's different, up here in
heaven. She's like me, she's been here long enough... haven't you noticed
that people change, after a while?"

I'd noticed that, yes... people, or as the angels called us, "souls," did
change. People became more angelic, the longer they were here. I'd met some
former cavemen the other day, and they were the gentlest, sweetest people
in heaven. They were polite to to a fault... and their stories had been
fascinating. I'd heard the Cro-Mags were even moreso, although I had yet to
meet one.

Even Juliette was, at times, oddly grown-up. Maybe not grown-up, but
mature. Her mind seemed to be more developed than the kids I'd been around,
back on Earth. I suppose that the time she'd spent here had broadened her
mind... her experience base was larger than an Earth kid's, although she
still seemed childlike in many ways. I had noticed, also, that people
didn't tend to live too differently here than they had lived on Earth...
than what they were used to. The simplicity of Juliette and her mother's
apartment had reminded me of that.

"Anyway," she said. "Dutch... don't worry about my momma... it's not that
she doesn't care about me, she just knows not to worry. Nothing bad or
wrong will happen between us. This is heaven, remember? Whatever happens
between us, whether it happens or not, it will be beautiful, and we'll both
be happy."

I still wrestled with that. Could I stand it if it didn't happen? And could
I stand this level of perfection for eternity? Would we slowly change into
something almost unrecognizable, like the cavemen? I wanted to love this
child forever... and I felt like I could. What would we become? Would this
seem alien to me, someday? Would we somehow change and grow apart? Would I
get enough of what I wanted from her, whatever that might be, and move on?
There were just too many questions. I sighed, and buried my face in her
hair. She never saw my tears, we lay together with our chins on each others
shoulders for so long that they dried up completely.

"Baby..." I whispered. "This is just the start, the start of something that
I want to last forever. If it takes a million years it's okay with me. Just
let me hold you every day... just let me love you."

"Dutch," she said. "Don't worry. It'll all work out. It'll all be okay, I
promise."

Our mouths met, and we traded the same breath, over and over. She finally
broke away, giggling. I hugged her against my body. Even if it takes a
million years, I repeated. I'll wait for her, even if it takes a million
years.


                              --==+==--


I still saw Celeste and Conquisita, of course. I still loved them
strongly... not as much as I'd come to love Juliette, but strongly. I felt
like all parties involved understood the rules. I wondered... if it became
physical between Juli and myself, would I still love the other girls then?
Of course I'd still love them, but would I still make love to them? I
thought about it and wrestled with it. I think Juli would understand...
and, even more than me, she knew how things worked up here. I felt like
that by now that she knew the depth of my love for her and wouldn't feel
threatened by the other girls.

A peek into that future happened one day. Juli and I had walked the city
for hours, maybe days. We weren't tired... but our brains needed some time
off, to sort and file things. We sat on my couch, her head in my lap, and
dozed, or whatever you call that thing we did that passed for sleep.

A knock sounded on my door... I was expecting no one, the only person who
it might have been was here. I rose, and answered the door. It was
Conquisita, to my surprise. I was pleased though... she'd never shown up by
surprise before. I ushered her in, and made introductions.

"I am pleased to meet you," said Conquisita to Juliette, surprising me.
"You are as I once was... the chosen one."

Juli laughed, and looked at me, smiling. I had told her about Conquisita,
pretty much the whole story. I'm sure she understood that I still made love
to the angel regularly. I was pleased that there was no jealousy between
them... but, this was heaven. Jealousy was a thing of old Earth.
Although... I'd noticed Conquisita did seem to think I'd replaced her with
Juliette, just from what she'd just said. I'd try to settle her mind about
that later. Juli finally rose and went over to where Conquisita sat, in an
upholstered chair. They talked, and Juli settled comfortably in the larger
girl's lap. They murmured softly to each other, shutting me out, but it
didn't bother me. I was glad they'd seemed to hit it off. Conquisita
wrapped her alabaster arms around Juli, and Juliette relaxed, leaning back
against her. I was happy just to sit and watch the two of them.

At last Juliette rose, and approached me. She kissed me softly on the
cheek, an oddly lingering kiss.

"I must go..." she said softly. "Enjoy. She is as lovely as you described."

I nodded, sorry to see her go, but understanding. I knew she was leaving
for our benefit, and loved her for her giving nature. I promised to see her
tomorrow, and she let herself out.

"She is as beautiful in spirit as in body," said Conquisita. She joined me
on the couch. I took her in my arms, loving her soft hardness and her
gentle strength. "I hope I did not intrude..."

I shook my head, and kissed her softly. She continued. "I was... as silly
as it sounds, I was in the neighborhood, and thought I'd stop by. I had
hopes that she would be here, I have wanted to meet her. Dutch... have
you... have you made love to her yet?"

I shook my head, wondering why she asked. "We haven't gone there yet," I
said. "I don't know if we ever will. But I love her with all my heart."

"I understand," she said. "I do not want to lose you when that happens, but
I will understand."

"Oh, Connie, dearest..." I buried my face in her neck. "You will never lose
me. I will always love you, I have to love you... I cannot not love you..."

Our mouths met, and I felt her tongue on my lips.

"Juli will understand," I tried to reassure her. "Just like today... she'll
make time for us. She understands heaven better than I do, she's been here
longer. She knows I'll still love her, just like I'll still love you. I put
no chains upon her or upon you... and she puts none on me."

Conquisita looked down and fidgeted, her hands twisting her hair. "I'm
sorry... I know this is a big deal over nothing... but I do not want to
stand in the way of your happiness."

"Darlin'!" I was frustrated. Heaven had insecure angels? "Darlin', you are
a big part of my happiness. I will not lose you. You will not be pushed to
the side. Nothing will change. Just like I love Celeste, and I love you...
I love Juliette... nothing will change."

"I know, I know..." she said. I saw tears in her eyes, even. I squeezed her
tighter. "Dutch... what you have with her is special... I have felt it. I
will take what I can from you, but please... never jeopardize what you have
with her. I will back off if I have to. You must let me know."

"Dammit..." I squeezed her until she wouldn't have been able to breathe, if
she breathed. "Conquisita... nothing will change. I love you, I will always
love you. There is room for both you and her... just let it happen. Don't
worry, baby... don't worry. I love you..."

At last we made slow gently love... she came beautifully, her hands
grasping at empty air, her legs wide apart and trembling. Her lips moved as
I kissed her breasts and neck. We slowed and stopped, and I held her for
hours. At last she pulled herself up and dressed.

"Dutch..." she said. "Remember. Remember what I said."

"I will," I said. "And you remember what I said. I will always love you.
There will always be a place in my heart for you."

We kissed, and she left. I spent what felt like the next few days deep in
thought.


                              --==+==--


We sat in a waist-high field of ripe golden wheat. The sun beat down upon
us, and it was perfect. A few more degrees and it would have been too
hot... but it was perfect.

"Dutch..." said Juliette. I made a noise.

"I told my Momma I was gonna live with you from now on," she said casually.
My heart flip-flopped.

"What did she say?" I asked. I was nervous, again.

"Nothin'," said Juli, almost puzzled. "Why would she care?"

I sighed. I still wasn't used to this place. Like I said, old habits die
hard.

"Baby," I wrapped my arms around her sun-warmed body, and breathed her
scent into my nostrils. "Baby... I love you... you have made me happier
than anything in the world... in the universe." I leaned forward and we
kissed. She giggled, and her little tongue touched mine. Our lips didn't
part for a long time. I admit, in retrospect... I admit I hadn't caught on
yet.

"Dutch..." she whispered. She sat up on her knees, and looked around, like
she was trying to see if anyone was near. "Dutch... let's take our clothes
off..."

Really, I thought. I'd seen a lot of the girl the last few weeks or months,
however long it had been. But I'd never seen her like that. This might
be... interesting.

I reached up and helped her pull her little one-piece dress over her head.
She stood, then, and I reached out slowly and hooked my thumbs in the
elastic of her panties. I looked at her and she grinned. I gently slid her
panties down her long brown legs.

She was... breathtaking. I don't have the language to take it further. Her
beauty was subtle and yet overpowering. Her body was slim, and the bones
showed beneath the skin plainly. She wasn't painfully thin, she was
perfect. I could count her ribs, and I intended to, later. Her flat little
chest was beautiful, as were her two little brown nipples. They were no
longer flat, her body had been somewhere in the middle of that long slow
transition to adulthood when death had taken her. Unless she wished
differently, she'd have the most beautiful fat puffy little nipples, for
all of eternity.

Her waist was slim, not like a big girl's, but she actually had a bit of a
figure. Her hips flared out perfectly, into two plump perfect little
thighs. I tried not to stare... but damn... that fat little mons... I felt
something stirring down below, to my dismay. How could I see this and not
get a little pumped up? I hope she understood.

Her mons was the most fantastic thing I've seen, in this world or the
first. Her slit ran up the middle of it, and I could see a little clit
about the size of the tip of my pinkie finger peeking out. I was dying to
see her butt, and I knew it would happen eventually.

"Well?" she said, looking pointedly at me. I sighed and pulled my t-shirt
over my head.

"Are you sure, baby?" I said, and she grinned and nodded. I think she was
enjoying my discomfort. I wondered if she knew the effect she was having on
me. She would know pretty quick, here in a moment.

I kicked my shoes off. I had to stand, to get my jeans off. I pulled them
down, kicked them to the ground and stepped out of them. And yes, I wear
underwear, in heaven. I know it's not necessary, but... like I've said a
dozen times, old habits die hard. My undies looked like a circus tent, and
I was pleased, once again, to notice that my tent pole was normal size
today. I didn't yet anticipate using it, but I was glad... the monster
frightened even me, at times.

Juliette giggled, and stared at my protrusion unashamedly. She reached
forward but I grabbed her hands before she could pull my underwear down.

"Hey!" she said. "That's not fair! You did mine!"

I sighed and released her hands. She giggled some more, and slid my shorts
down, having to pull them outwards to get them past my hard cock. She
stopped when it flopped free, she just stopped and stared.

"Hey... wake up!" I said, and she looked up and me and grinned. She slid my
shorts on down my legs, I stepped out of them, and sat back down in the
grass.

She sat cross-legged before me, and it was all I could do to look her in
the face. I knew her pussy would be stretched apart, and I wanted to look
bad, but I was polite. Plus... there's not a lot of anticipation, in heaven
where you immediately get everything you want. That alone was getting me
off.

"Dutch..." she giggled.

"What?" I said.

"Is that..." she pointed at my penis. "Is that... 'cos of me?"

I laughed. Actually, I wasn't embarrassed by it. I didn't mind if she saw
it... but I still hadn't caught on yet as to what was starting up.

"Yeah..." I finally said. "You did that. Your sexy little butt did that."

She laughed. "You ain't seen my butt yet... I ain't turned around." She was
right, I hadn't seen it unclothed. But it was sexy, covered or uncovered.

"I know, just teasin'," I said. I opened my arms, and to my satisfaction,
she crawled into them. Her naked warm smooth skin felt sexier than anything
in my life or afterlife had so far. I just hugged her, loving the soft feel
of her body on my skin. Her legs and rump rubbing on my cock was beyond
sexy. We talked, and I hugged her. An hour later she was stretched out on
the ground before me, her head and shoulders in my lap. Her hair cascaded
over my still-hard cock, and felt sexier than hell. I couldn't take my eyes
off her, I drank her in, I sucked her image in through my eyeballs. Her
little nipples looked so cool... I was dying for a taste of them. I
wondered if it would be today... I wondered what the point of this nudity
was, if anything.

"What did you to the other day..." she said, "when the angel came.
Conquisita. What did you guys do, after I left?"

"Well," I said, unsure of what she really wanted to hear. "Well, we laid on
the couch a while and talked, and then we made love. Then we laid on the
couch and talked some more."

"What did you think about, when you did it?" she asked.

"When we made love?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Uhm..." that was hard one. I thought back. What do you think of when you
make love? My thoughts are usually pretty disjointed during those times.
The only thing that rose to mind about that particular time was... her,
actually. "Juli... don't take this wrong... and I don't want to seem
disrespectful to Connie... but that time, that time I actually thought
about you."

She giggled, and nodded her head. I wondered if she'd known I would say
that.

"I don't take it wrong," she said. "I know you like me... like that. It's
okay. And I don't think it's disrespectful to Connie. I know you still love
her."

"Good," I said. "Baby... it's hard to explain... you don't think like you
do regularly, when you're making love. You'll see, someday."

"Yeah," she said, looking thoughtful. "Someday."


                              --==+==--


We dressed, at last, and walked back into town. Well, we'd been in a park
in the middle of town... we found our way back to our building. We stopped
and ate at the little outdoor deli where I'd first met her. She was a
pleasure, funny and sharp... I was amazed every day, at how I loved her
more and more. It seemed, like eternity, to have no end. We floated up the
shaft, and stood before my door. There are no locks or keys in heaven. I
opened the door.

"Carry me in," she said, and seemed strangely serious. I bent down and
lifted her easily, and carried her in the room.

"Couch please," she said, and I laid her on the couch. She lay for a
moment, and then sat up. She slid her dress over her heard, and let it fall
to the floor. She kicked her panties down her legs.

"Dutch," she said. "Get undressed."


                              --==+==--


We lay side by side on the couch. I hugged her hot naked body to mine. Her
skin felt fabulous rubbing against mine. She giggled and settled into me. I
ran my hand down her side, stopping at her hips. She giggled and I took
that as a positive sign. Slowly, over a period of a few minutes I moved my
hands to her sweet ass. At last I was holding it, cupping it in my fingers.
It was perfect, hand-sized, soft and pliant. When she tensed I could feel
her muscles moving beneath her skin.

"Baby..." I said, "I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you." I
wished there was more to say that just that simple phrase. She gigged and
sighed and crushed herself against me. To my dismay, my door opened. No
knock, no questioning voice, I just heard it open. I tried to raise up over
the couch and see who it was.

"It's okay!" said Juliette. She hugged me and prevented me from rising. A
moment later Conquisita came around the corner of the couch.

"Dutch..." said Juli. "She's here because I asked her. Don't worry."

I wasn't worried, but I wondered what was going on.

Conquisita didn't say a word. She opened her robe and stepped out of it.
Her beauty was, as usual, eye-searing. She sat beside us on the couch,
relaxed, her legs half-spread.

Juliette crawled out from behind me, and crawled over Conquisita's body.
She lay facing upwards on the angel, her head between two angelic breasts,
her bottom inbetween Conquisita's spread thighs. She spread her legs
widely, putting them over Connie's larger legs. At last I began to
understand.

"Dutch..." Juli said softly. I turned and sat beside them on the couch. I
stared into her eyes. Conquisita laughed softly, her arms crossed over
Juliette's chest, holding her. "Dutch... make love to me..."

I'd been hard from the moment she'd crawled onto the couch beside me. I
looked down at the little girl and just about lost it. This was it, then...
this was the moment. Few moments in heaven have frozen in my memory like
that one. A hundred trillion years from now, I told myself, I'll remember
this.

I lay on top of her, supporting myself with my feet and hands. I tried to
not to squish her, but she grabbed me around my waist and pulled me against
her. My cock was squeezed against her mons, and that alone felt sexier than
anything on planet Earth ever had. I had a fleeting memory of Penny and the
beautific smile upon her face when I pushed into her body. I knew that was
just moments away, with Juliette.

Juli giggled, and I felt her hand beneath me, touching my cock.

"Oh baby..." I whispered. "Let me have a taste of you first... please..."

"I guess..." she said, looking puzzled. I felt a wave of love for her, for
her sexual inexperience. I wanted badly to make this something special for
her.

I slid down her body, stopping to take a nipple in my mouth. It was every
bit as perfect as I thought it would be, soft and hard, with a delicate
taste that I knew was her body... her taste. I sucked, and felt it get
harder, as blood flooded it. It was incredible. Nipples are the coolest. I
played and sucked and licked, feeling her squirm beneath me. I scraped it
with my teeth and she giggled and wiggled. I hoped it felt as good for her
as it did for me.

At last... the anticipation was incredible. I slid down, spending a little
time on her belly button, and at last I surveyed her beautiful pussy from
inches away. It was a little pink slice of heaven. I spread her lips with
my fingers and her little clit stood out proudly. I touched it with my
tongue, almost cumming from the taste. The girl tasted fabulous. I've
tasted my share of pussy in my time, but this one... maybe just because it
was her... this one topped them all. Sweet, tangy, salty, sweaty... a
million other adjectives... it just blew me away. I smashed my tongue
against her body, squeezing her clit against her, and felt her shiver in my
arms.

"Oh..." she said softly. "That feels... that feels really good."

I laughed, and licked. Time stood still at last, to my satisfaction. I felt
her stir and occasionally quiver, above me. I wanted her to cum, before we
went any further. I wanted to show her what it was like.

At last I could tell she was feeling it. Her whole body tensed, her legs
straightened out, and her stomach tightened. Her arms curled back and her
hands made fists in the air. I looked up at her as well as I was able, and
saw her eyes had rolled back in her head, staring at the ceiling. Staring,
but not seeing. I caught a glimpse of Conquisita's face, and she smiled at
me and made a kissy face. I laughed softly at her, and buried my face in
Juliette's pussy again.

I could tell she had a good orgasm... she moaned and hiccuped, and squirmed
like a little worm. It was sexier and cuter than hell, and I loved it. At
last she lay limply on top of Conquisita, panting, and looked down at me.

I rose slightly, kissed her pussy, and moved myself back up on top of her.
We kissed for a long moment, and I wondered what she thought of her taste
on my lips. I'd ask her, later. We pulled apart, and I put my head up a
little further until Conquisita figured out what I intended. I kissed her
then, a nice long slow kiss.

At last the time just seemed right. I felt Juli's little hand on my cock,
and I raised my hips up so she could guide it. I felt her soft little cunt
lips on the head of my cock. I had used baby oil with Penny, she'd been so
tight... and this girl was quite a bit younger than her... but we were in
heaven. I felt like it would work out just fine.

"Baby, are you ready?" I said. She nodded, still smiling. Conquisita leaned
down, and whispered in her ear. Juliette nodded.

"Dutch," said Connie. I stopped pressing and looked at her.

Conquisita reached above her head, and closed her fingers around her halo.
She literally plucked it out of mid-air, and held it out in front of her.
Juli took it carefully.

"Dutch..." said Conquisita. "Let her... let her put it over herself. Make
love to her through it. It's an... I don't know how to explain it really,
but it's sort of an amplifier. It will make it... more special for her.
Her, and you."

That was a little weird... but I trusted Connie... I nodded, and I hoped
she was right, I hoped it would make the incredible even more incredible,
for Juli especially. I raised my hips again, and something warm touch me as
Juli moved it beneath me. She laid it on her mound, centered over her
vagina, and I lay back down on top of her.

Once again, with Juli's guidance, my cock touched her lips. I slowly
pressed inside her body, feeling her incredible tightness squeeze the head
of my cock. At last the head of my cock was inside her. She sighed and
squirmed a little and I stopped. She nodded her head to my un-asked
question, and I continued.

My cock felt three feet long as I pushed into her, but I knew it wasn't.
The feeling was fabulous... I knew back on Earth I would have already came
long ago. The sensations were intense, and Conquisita was right... it did
feel more powerful or something... I was glad she was here, and I'd have to
remember to thank her later. And ask her why we hadn't tried that halo
thing before now.

I felt Juli's hips against mine. I ground into her a little, and felt her
quiver and giggle beneath me. The feeling of covering her little body with
mine as wonderful. I wrapped my hands around her hips, squeezing her little
ass with my fingers, feeling the warmth of Conquisita on the backs of my
hands.

"Baby..." I whispered. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah..." she whispered back, ruining the seriousness of the moment by
giggling once again. "Yeah, I'm great. Keep going."

There wasn't much to do except pull out of her, and push in again. I went
slow... I had to go slow, she was so tight... I could feel a slippery
slickness inside her, though, and I knew heaven was helping us out.

We just fucked for a while, softly and gently. I caught Conquisita's eye
every now and then, and nodded to her. She leaned down, and we kissed. My
head was above Juli's, since I was so much taller than her, but I still
managed to kiss her, too. Her little mouth was sweet with mine around it,
and the feel of her tiny tongue drove me insane.

Suddenly she arched her back and locked her legs. Her eyes squeezed shut,
her lips flared and I could see her teeth as she clenched her jaws tightly.
Cords of muscle stood out on her neck as she arched her head backwards,
grinding it inbetween Conquisita's breasts. She gasped and gave a long moan
as she came... and came and came. I have no idea how long she went on...
mine began, somewhere in the middle of it, and my orgasm seemed to last
forever, also. I'm not going to say it hurt, because this is heaven... but
definitely would have, in the real world. At last I came back from
never-never-land, and collapsed on top of the little girl. She was panting
like a dog in heat, and we giggled at each other.

"Was is good, baby?" I said, and she nodded.

"Yeah..." she said. "It was good. You?"

"Hell yeah!" I said and we laughed some more.

I pulled my flaccid cock from Juliette's body, and used my underwear to
wipe her down. She was content to just to lay there and let Conquisita hold
her. They whispered to each other and giggled, and I was happy just to sit
on the couch beside them, recovering. I picked Conquisita's halo up from
the floor, and held it above her head, releasing it. It slid off the top of
her head and fell onto the couch, and she giggled.

"Dutch..." Conquisita said. "You didn't get it lined up."

I tried it five or six more times, until I realized she was just fucking
with me. She and Juli giggled at me and finally she took if from my
fingers. She held it in place for a moment, and it stayed perfectly.

I leaned sideways, and hugged the two of them. We lay there for a long
time, just holding each other.

"Thank you!" I whispered in Conquisita's ear. "Thanks for being there for
her."

"It was my pleasure..." she said softly, smiling.

"Hey," said Juliette. "You guys gotta do it now. I wanna watch!"

I laughed. Even in heaven, I needed a little recovery time after a fuck of
that magnitude. It had been at least a seventeen, on a scale of one to ten.
My balls still ached. I kissed Juliette, and met Conquisita's questioning
gaze.

"Just give me a few minutes, darling," I said. "Then I'll do my best."


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