Author: Sterling Title: Heavenly Sex In Hell Summary: I die and find I am consigned to hell! And yet... it is certainly a heavenly hell. Earthly delights of all kinds abound. And as for sex, my most forbidden and heavenly fantasies all come true. Keywords: Mg pedo loli Mg+ Mg2-12 MF Mf ScFi DoOver oral cons humor group 1st NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex. First posted 10/26/2020. I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com. I have written many other stories and they can all be found at /files/Authors/Sterling/ There is a more user-friendly web version of most of my stories from before 2016 here: /files/Authors/Sterlin g/www/ Sterling ============================================================ Heavenly Sex In Hell Whoa! There's an afterlife after all! I mean, I must have died, because all the pain is gone, and my arms and legs work again, and I can walk, and that sure wasn't happening the way I was in the hospital. I'm walking down a long, dark corridor. There is light at the end, and finally I walk through into light. Holy moly! That sure looks like St. Peter! This is not good. Not good at all. I've been an atheist my whole life. I made fun of believers. The Saint has a laptop -- that I didn't expect! He looks at the laptop, scrolls, and looks at me. "John Smith? You were exposed to the message of Jesus over and over again, and you always refused to believe. You are an atheist. For you, hell!" I had no defense. He pointed to his left, and when I looked up there was -- Holy shit! The Devil! Horns and tail. Gleaming beady eyes, and a pitchfork. "Bwa-ha-haaa!" he said. "Come with me." He motioned me ahead of him to another dark corridor. Gee, walking down a corridor, without pain or horror -- I'd better savor the memory, because in every version of hell I'd ever heard of, moments like this would be heaven, so to speak. "Move along now," he said behind me as I hesitated. "Don't want to have to use the pitchfork, do I?" I hurried along. The corridor opened out onto... a sandy beach, lapped by gentle surf. Warm air stirred by a pleasant breeze. Palm trees. "Have fun!" said the Devil, disappearing back through the door, which promptly vanished behind him so there was nothing but more beach. This scene was in travel brochures -- but not the brochures for hell! There was a young man with a tanned, toned body lying on a towel. "Excuse me," I said. "I'm new here." "Oh, hello! A newbie! What can I do for you?" "Um, they told me this was hell. So far everything has been very nice. Is there some catch?" "Oh, right. Back on earth all those stories about hell... Enough to scare anyone to death." "Yes, that's for sure!" "No, there's no catch. Hell is a pretty pleasant place. Enjoy it!" I approached a large party tent with folding tables and chairs underneath, and saw that the tables had food and drink. Plates of fresh melon and berries... tiny confections, some of them chocolate. A main course section with steak, lobster, chicken, scallops... And vegetables too. I looked for plates, napkins, utensils, but there were none. Those scallops looked awfully good, so I picked one up and plopped it in my mouth. It was scrumptious! I reached for another and ate that too. Still no napkins, but... there was nothing on my fingers. I went for a melon ball, which was also very tasty, but afterwards my fingers were dry. Fried chicken? Oh, perfection! Of course when you take fried chicken in your hands, they get greasy... but here they were clean as soon as I put down the last bone. The area around my mouth that would usually call for a napkin did not, here. "Oh, you new here? Welcome to hell! You want a steak, just pick it up and eat it. Everything will work out, you'll see!" I tried some of the lobster meat, some salsa on chips, some plain old onion dip and plain potato chips -- so good! By this point back on earth I would have felt some rumbling in my stomach as it got used to the considerable quantity of food I had eaten. But not here... A man was standing at a table a few feet away. I approached him and said, "I'm new here, but let me guess... you don't get full here, you can eat as much as you want?" "You got it, mate!" he said, slapping me on the back. I went back in and thought about all the foods I'd really missed, those last years when my diet was so restricted. Hot fudge sundae, I thought. I turned around, and there on the table behind me were three hot fudge sundaes. I imagined I could have just stuffed them into my mouth, but there was a spoon, and in this case a spoon was part of the aesthetic. I gobbled it down -- ice cream, hot fudge, whipped cream, a cherry, more ice cream. My, was that good! Of course, one was all I could have -- except, I was in hell! I could eat another, which naturally had not started to melt. I gorged myself on sushi, barbecue, tempura, truffles... Every time I thought of a new dish, I would turn around and there it was! And always excellent, superb, as perfect as any I had ever had in life. But after a while I tired of food. What about swimming? I had been wearing jeans and a T-shirt when I arrived. As I thought about swimming, I found myself just instantly clothed in swimming trunks instead. I ran into the surf and swam in the refreshingly cool water. Coming out again I felt the sand squish between my toes. I wanted to lie on a towel in the sun... Sure enough, a towel appeared. It would be nice to have some wine cooler... and turning the other way, there was a table with wine cooler. After drinking my fill, I lay down. I didn't even need to ask... I surely could bake in the sun without the slightest worry of sunburn. I dozed. When I woke I cherished the sound of the waves, the breeze, and children playing. I heard someone approaching, and... it was the Devil! I quick sat up. "Relax, relax," he said, popping another chocolate into his mouth. "There's no catch. This is hell, like this forever and ever." "Uh, what about heaven?" "Oh, heaven... Well, that's the only catch, you see, you'll never, ever get to know what happens in heaven." Could it possibly be better than this? My face showed confusion. He gave a belly laugh. "No, I'll tell you.... heck, I'll show you!" A window opened before us, and there were solemn men and women in flowing white robes. All were in a circle, and at the center was someone who looked like, well, God, seated on a throne. God looked bored and shifted in his seat. He stifled a yawn. Apparently he could see through the window the Devil had created, as he gave a halfhearted wave. The Devil waved back. Some of the men and women had heads bowed in prayer. Some were singing, and it was a nice harmony. Others simply looked at God with adoration. "So, you know, if that's the sort of thing you were looking forward to... be my guest!" "How does St. Peter decide?" "Oh, that's easy. If you really wanted to go to heaven and worship God, you go to heaven. If you didn't, you get to go to hell. We get like 99.5% of the people here." "Nothing to do with being good or bad?" "Naw, heck, that's for the folks on earth to sort out. Here you start with a clean slate, and better not brag about how righteous you were... that's bad manners." "And... I've seen God, and you and St. Peter. Anyone else here?" "Nope, just us. God sometimes grumbles that he thinks I got the better end of the deal." A lovely young woman with big breasts and a deep tan came up behind the Devil and rubbed his shoulders. "Excuse me, I've got other things to attend to," he said to me with a smirk, then walked off with the bombshell. She wasn't my type, but then she didn't offer herself to me. But, I could do anything! Dancing in the mosh pit -- done! With backpack on, emerging from the forest onto a mountain peak with breathing views -- and so it came to pass! Listening to a string quartet in a concert hall -- it was complex and sweet, and I felt I 'got it' better than I ever had before. What about kayaking? That magical memory from my life came back to me. Kayaking on that stream in the dark... an amazing experience. I was all at once in the kayak, gliding soundlessly, except for the faintest drip from the end of my paddle. On either side of the river were houses set back from the water, glowing from the warm light within, with smiling and beautiful people occasionally to be seen moving from room to room. It was even better than in life, I realized. Not so chilly, and my muscles weren't sore. I remembered now the time around this trip. In the kayak in front of me was Samantha. This was our third date, and surely it was magical enough to melt anyone's heart. That night she had eagerly returned my goodnight kiss and invited me in too. Suddenly I was in her room, and there was Samantha, as beautiful as I remembered her -- high cheeks, blue eyes, wavy brown hair, slender. I remembered what happened next back in life, and it was not so happy. I was kissing her as we stood, hugging her, wrapping my arms around her and moving my hand up and down on her back. Then she stiffened in my arms, and we broke apart. "Sorry," she said... "It's just... I was abused, see, and this is hard for me." That was basically the end. I listened to her, and I felt sorry for her, but the more she talked the more I realized that this sort of ruled her life. That wasn't for me, and it was our last date. But now, in hell... "Hello, John," she said now. "I remember what it was like last time. But I'm all better now... Hug me." I hugged her, not entirely trusting her. But as I felt her lithe form in my arms, and smelled her hair, I felt suddenly aroused, and strongly so. She broke away with a smile. "I think you really want to do it... let's do it! I'm a virgin, but I'm so looking forward to it." She was soon naked, lying on the bed, and I was naked beside her. Time for sucking breasts, gently stroking between the legs. I started down that path... "No need... I'm wet and hot and I want the real thing. Just get up there and slide it in." She gave an evil little smile. "Just fuck me... Fuck me hard!" Wow! I mean I always expected to warm a girl up slowly, but as for what I really wanted? Going straight to hard fucking was it! As my cock entered her hot tunnel, she gasped with pleasure. She was so beautiful, her pussy was grabbing me tight and hot and wet, and she clearly wanted it. I thrust ten times, building quickly to stupendous orgasm. I could feel my cock delivering one shot after another up inside. She gave an extra little moan of pleasure as I unloaded. Totally satisfied, I pulled out. Back in life, after our break-up I had dreamed of sex only half this good, over and over... but now I had gotten to have it, in hell! "That's amazing. The moment your cock started in, it felt fantastic... then when you shot your sperm, it gave me this huge jolt of an orgasm -- I'll never be satisfied with masturbation again..." She was so hot, and my cock was stiff again. She saw and lay back expectantly, legs spread wide. Once more I penetrated her and she cooed with pleasure as I pounded in and out. I came again, with just as many powerful squirts inside of her; she came too. I slowed my thrusting to an idle in and out, but then realized I still wanted her. My cock resumed its former hardness and I plunged in and out again and came again. After three more bouts of sex like that, I asked to do it doggy style, and she was happy to do that, and it was special to hear her gasp just as I went into her from behind. Side-by-side, side-by-side from the rear, over and over again. Then her on top... I loved that, to see her up there, so beautiful, but with legs wide apart and crotch pressed down against mine, my cock totally inside her. Up and down she went for -- was it 30 seconds? -- and then gasped with the peak of orgasm as I unloaded in her once more. My lust totally satisfied, Samantha disappeared with a friendly wave, and I began wondering... Who was this Samantha? I had been facing death in my 50s, so I'd expect her to still be alive. "I'd like to ask that Devil a question or two," I murmured. Instantly he materialized beside me. "Yes?" "Was that Samantha? Is the one I knew dead? How does all this work?" "Samantha is still alive. The woman you experienced is partly a woman who is as dead as you are, happily playing the part, but it was also the real Samantha. We borrowed her a bit, just improved slightly." He laughed. "Does the real Samantha know what happened?" "Oh, no, she doesn't... but she might have a very pleasant dream." So, I could imagine real-life partners, and be with them and not-them at the same time, with no harm to the living 'them'. I wasn't surprised who came to me next. Becky, from seventh grade... in two of my classes she was in front of me and to the left in easy view. Back then, I had admired her blond hair, the curve of her nose, those ears, the cheeks. I could see under her white blouse the bulge made by her right breast... it was not large, but it was definitely there. I admired her right calf and right knee, and the portion of thigh that showed below the hem of her skirt. Of course she was facing away from me, so the insides of her thighs were not visible, but I imagined them. I remembered her sweet voice when she would speak in class. We weren't exactly friends, but she did say hello to me when our paths crossed. My hormones had just begun to surge. When the sun caught her hair and lit it up, she seemed like a goddess and the desire almost made my chest burst. I had wanted Becky so bad. And there she was, just as I remembered her, sitting in the classroom, but no one else was in the room. She turned in her seat to face me, and with an impish smile gave me a clear line of sight right up between those thighs to her panties. She rose and approached me, and I stood too. She put her arms around me and offered me a tender kiss. A pleasant electricity surged within me. I wanted to take her clothing off, one precious item at a time, to suck her breasts, to kiss her, to slide my hand up between those thighs... But what I wanted most, I had to admit... was to do her. Sex. My penis in her vagina. "All that making out would be a lot of fun," she said with a smile. "But I know what you really want. Why wait? We can do that other stuff later." In the back of the classroom was a bed. She lay back on it, hitched her skirt up, pulled her tights and panties down to her ankles, and spread her legs. I similarly got my trousers and briefs around my ankles and approached her from above. It was so exciting! I was at that moment a virgin; at least I had no memories of ever having had sex before. She held her lips open and I started sliding into hot heaven, but my orgasm was upon me as soon as I felt that hot wetness grip my tip. I was shooting sperm into Becky! I plunged in deep as my cock twitched and delivered. She gasped and whimpered with her own orgasm, and then I pulled out. We both shed the stuff that was bunched around our ankles. I started to kiss her, and she kissed me back tenderly, but lust rose sharply in my loins. She smiled and said, "Come on, do what you want to do!" and lay on her back, legs spread wide, with no constraint on her ankles. I mounted and shoved in. Immediately her eyes lost their focus and she moaned with pleasure. I slid my cock partway out, shoved in again, slid out again... Making love, we were making love! I picked up the pace. My beautiful Becky, already lost in the pleasure my cock gave her, receiving my hard thrusts. I went harder, faster and deeper. Making love gave way to fucking. Becky might be pretty and delicate, but her pussy was designed to get fucked hard if that's what her mate wanted to do. And boy, was that what I wanted to do! Still, it was under a minute later when I shouted out, "Yes!" and rammed deep, cock once again spewing sperm into deepest Becky. When I pulled out Becky's eyes returned to focus. "Oh, that was wonderful!" she said. I got her blouse off before my lust rose again and I fucked her hard. I came in ten seconds because I did want to finally get to what was inside her bra. And that's what I did, sucking those nipples hard as Becky whispered, "Oh, that's so nice, just like that." But in just a minute, her hand explored below and found my very stiff cock. "But slide it in again, could you... please?" she said with pleading eyes. I could and I did, settling in for a nice long fuck. In a minute she had a big orgasm -- her face was so beautiful in ecstasy like that. It subsided and she looked at me, apparently enjoying the pleasure I was getting, but her pleasure built and in five minutes she orgasmed again. An orgasm every five minutes, and just sexual pleasure and desire the rest of the time. Oh, that was amazing. As she was approaching the 25-minute orgasm, I let my own excitement rise along with hers and we orgasmed together, looking into each other's eyes. It was special. But as I was withdrawing my slick cock from her pussy, an image came to mind, of her younger sister Melissa. She looked just like Becky, in miniature. The few times I had seen her my stomach had done funny things. She was in second grade. And now there she was, standing beside the bed, in a pastel green dress! "Oh, hello Melissa," She smiled at me pleasantly. "I'm sorry, I don't know..." Becky looked at me with a tender smile. "Don't be ashamed. You want Melissa, you can have Melissa. This is hell... you can have whatever you want." Melissa raised her dress and held the hem in her teeth, then pulled her panties down to show me her perfect girl slit. "See?" she said. "You can touch it." "No, no," I said, still anxious. But at the same time I reached out to touch the miraculous hairless slit gently. "You wanna lick it," said Becky. "Go ahead and lick it, right Melissa?" "Yeah, you should lick it, you want to so much." I hesitated. 'Devil,' I thought to myself, 'Is this OK too?' His voice came silently but distinctly into my head, 'Yup, that is OK too! Go for it!' Becky said, "Lie down, Melissa, since it's easier, and he can spread your legs wide to get at it more easily." I feasted my eyes on her naked little girl form. "You sure are beautiful down there, Melissa." "It always looked OK to me." She giggled. "But now I think it's beautiful because you do." My tongue worked between her folds, and I licked vigorously. She smelled magnificent, and she tasted magnificent. My cock was very hard. But surely that was impossible. "You want to stick it in?" Melissa said. "I want you to, so I can see what it's like. And you made me all excited with your licking." "It won't fit!" I protested. "Sure it will," said Becky. "In hell everything works out. Take off your dress, Melissa." Melissa did, and then lay before me, legs spread wide and hands up above her head. "Take me!" I put my cock tip at her little opening. I pressed. Would hell keep its promise? Her girl tissues dented inward as I pressed, but then they miraculously opened for me, the magic wet of inside girl sex surrounding my tip. I guess it was hell that made her pussy so very stretchy. It hugged me tight. Her eyes went wide with pleasure. I pressed in and out gently, little strokes for a little girl. Naked Becky knelt beside me, hand around my shoulders, and whispered in my ear, "Those little pokes are sweet of you, but show her how you give it to a big girl. Let her have it!" I was on the edge before she said that, but it brought me over and I lunged deep, crying out. I kept pressing and pressing, and shoved Melissa's whole body higher on the bed -- a full foot higher by the time I was done. Sex in real life had been good. So had sex with Samantha. It was even better with Becky, and now... seeing my stiff shaft plowed deep into Melissa's body, down between her little legs, the entire experience was so much better... this was heaven! Or hell, actually. "Wow!" said Melissa. "You want to shove it in me so deep! That felt really great. You wanted it and you got it, and now I'm way up here!" "Try her from the rear," said Becky. "Up on four legs, like a doggy," she instructed, and Melissa happily assumed that position. I hadn't actually gotten as far as wanting to do her from the rear, but the image had formed in my mind, and apparently hell's Becky picked it up. Oh, this was just what I wanted! "Woof, woof!" said Melissa with a smile. As my cock found her tight little lips from the rear, she said, "Oh, wow!" I eased my cock in slowly to make sure she would give me the same hot, wet hug all the way in. Hell's Melissa was true to the promise of hell. I went deeper and deeper until I bumped her on the outside, my tip not yet at the end of the tunnel. "So deep!" she giggled. I held her narrow little hips in my hands and pounded in and out hard and fast before lunging to come inside her, with an "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" When I withdrew she turned to face me and said, "You said a naughty word!" "Yeah, I guess I did. Did you mind?" I was genuinely concerned. "No, silly!" "Maybe for swearing you'll go to hell," said Becky with a smirk. I smirked back. As I knelt on the bed with slick cock sticking straight out but shrinking, I felt like lying down. I eased down onto my back. In hell cocks always get stiff and stay stiff when you want them to, and there is always more sperm. Gobs and gobs of it every time. I could do Melissa again, of course, but... if she could take a cock, what about others? "Here's my friend Liz and her sister Kate," said Melissa. Liz was Melissa's age, and Kate was perhaps four -- preschool age. Melissa said to Liz, "John loves sticking his wee-wee into little girls like us. He did it to me and I loved it, and you'll love it too. Right down in your private parts." "OK," said Liz with a little laugh, lying back on the bed as Becky guided her. Brown hair, big brown eyes, a perfect little body. Another little girl pussy, the lips just a touch skinnier. I got closer for a better look and started licking - mmmmm! But I didn't lick for long, because my cock had the stronger desire. To make love. Or fuck. Little girl slit. Cock tip approaching, pressing. Girl twat opens and expands, tip presses harder, girl pussy takes it inside. Girl starts gasping and murmuring, "Oh, my goodness, oh my!" I fuck deep and hard. Kate saw that her big sister was having a wonderful time. "I want it, I want it!" she whined, stripping naked. "You have to wait your turn," said Melissa. "But I don't wanna wait!" she said. She peed then in frustration, and it was exciting for me to see it flowing out of her. But just as I'd come to expect in hell, it miraculously cleaned itself up. I decided I did want a turn in little Kate. I came inside Liz -- ecstasy of mind intertwined with pulsing of body. Kate looked so excited, lying on her back, that it only briefly flashed through my mind that it was unusual to feel so eager at the prospect of fucking a four-year-old. But this was hell, and everything was OK in hell. Becky drifted out of the scene with a "bye" as my pleasure rose to new limits. Kate was so small! So wonderfully small! I filled little Kate with sperm. When she could get my attention again, Melissa said, "See what you did inside me," pointing to the semen leaking from her pussy lips. What about the girl my cock was still inside? As I withdrew from Kate a puddle of sperm came out with me. "But there's so much more coming out of you, Kate!" Kate looked and grinned. "Thanks for the present!" she said. She rose to her knees and kissed me on the cheek, her precious little girl breath in my ear. Liz came over and got in on the action too. I realized hell didn't make my sperm disappear like other fluids because I didn't really want it to. She got some of what was leaking out of her on her finger and put it in her mouth. "Oh, wow, that's so good!" Melissa took a finger of her own goop and said, "Oh, amazing! Here, try some..." I licked her finger. She was right, it was amazing. I'd never tasted anything like it before, but it was better than the richest chocolate. I could do Kate again, of course, but she was having so much fun with the taste that was beyond chocolate... and there must be other girls? Sure enough, a little naked dark-skinned beauty appeared, showed off her slit, grinning, and she lay back for the taking. Her lips were a bit fatter, but inside, all the girls were basically the same -- hot, wet, heaven that clutched me like velvet, and deep enough to accept my most energetic surges. I gave her even more sperm, and she too enjoyed fingering it from pussy to lips. Another girl appeared, a little waif. But she had a big smile, and the miraculous little lips between her legs that all girls have, and I penetrated the hole that is hiding inside each pair of such lips. And this was hell, where so much is possible. I took a break. I swam, but in my mind I saw the little chests and arms of many of the little girls. I ate some more luscious food, but the images of the golden hair of one of the girls came to my mind, and then images of her little slit, so perfect in its virginal state. I took another turn in the kayak. My cock rose as I imagined their little pussies, right in the middle between legs spread wide. And then to see my cock tip approach and touch, and to know what I would feel next... This was hell, and sure enough, the kayak vanished and was replaced by a lovely bed not far from the beach, in a building with a roof but no walls, and a perfect gentle, warm breeze. Was I alone? Not for long! Melissa was talking to a set of identical triplets. They turned to me with excited smiles -- brown hair and beautiful brown eyes, set in perfect faces. They seemed about three years old. They struggled with their clothing, each one wanting to be first. As each emerged I saw the most beautiful thing of all, those perfect little girl lips between their legs. The words to describe the sex become repetitive, but the sex itself, never! Each virgin little girl is new, each copulation magnificent. I injected the first one without much delay, and the second too, so as not to make any waiting little girls jealous. I pulsed sperm into the third just as fast because that's what my animal body wanted -- to fuck them and sperm them up the little pussy without delay. The triplets lay on the bed with legs apart, fingering the seminal ambrosia leaking from them and enjoying its taste. I thought how great it would be to be surrounded by naked little girls, and sure enough I was, many with legs spread wide, others wiggling their little butts at me, some with fingers in their vagina. And I began mating with them, one after another. I could tell the ones I had done from the ones I hadn't by whether or not sperm was leaking out of them. But I wasn't above grabbing a little girl with a sperm-dripping pussy and doing her again if she caught my fancy at the moment. I took a break, lying on my back with arms and legs spread wide, and little girls covered every part of me. One squatted to offer me her little sperm-free pussy for the licking. I did. I thought of sleeping, and the girls all quieted down and snuggled against whatever part of me they were near, and lay quietly. When I awoke a few minutes later, I went back to fucking. Little twats of little tots! I thought, proud of my humor. This was hell, so why worry about originality... I thought of the other pleasures of hell. They all sounded alluring, but nothing was as alluring as the little girls surrounding me. I kept penetrating eager little virgins whose eyes went wide with the joy of being penetrated, just before they fogged out with orgasm. I lost track of time. There was no need to eat or sleep or rest my weary cock or let my balls replenish my loads of sperm. I idly wondered how many girls I had done. The Devil said, 'Three thousand, two hundred twenty-nine distinct girls, with total fuckings higher due to multiple bouts of intercourse." "Wow, that's a lot!" I said. "There's no hurry, here in hell. You've got all the time in the world!" This conversation had happened while I was surging my cock in and out of a dark-haired beauty with very light skin and big brown eyes. "Yes, yes, yes!" I shouted, and saw her eyes roll in her head in ecstasy... There they were again, open after orgasm and looking at me adoringly as my cock slid out completely. I realized that for long stretches none of the girls tasted ambrosia, I suppose because I had tired of that part of things. I thought again of Becky -- the one I had admired in seventh grade. By now she seemed like an old lady, if an intriguing one. She appeared. "Oh, I guess it's my turn!" And I fucked her again. It was nice, but with the breasts and pubic hair it wasn't quite the same. Wasn't as good, to be honest. Wow, had my tastes changed! A few recently fucked little ones pranced around. I imagined an old-style merry-go-round with little girls on it, and sure enough one materialized whose edge was covered with an unbroken circle of little girls, facing the center with butts up in the air. I went around the circle, shoving my cock in all the way and spurting, then withdrawing and on to the next. None of that in-and-out was necessary. Each little one gasped and shuddered with orgasm as I delivered my load. It didn't take long to get around the whole circle. I started around again, pushing into my little mates who were leaking my sperm from the last time around. Later I summoned Samantha by thinking of her. What an old lady! I thought of impregnating her -- there had to be an upside to those breasts, hips and pubic hair. She appeared to me later with a little girl squirming in in her arms, and with Samantha's encouragement I promptly fucked my young daughter too. A girl appeared who was at an awkward age. She had buck teeth, and she wasn't yet used to having arms and legs that long. She also had light blond hair and big blue eyes. She spoke in an unbroken stream. "I know I'm ugly, things have been changing so fast, and I don't have breasts yet, and my feelings are all mixed up, like I think of sex and it seems gross but then it seems exciting, and I don't know... " She had on a white T-shirt through which I could see her nipples standing out from junior breasts. She also had on jeans shorts, and I tugged them down with some difficulty, taking her panties with them. "... Oh, and you're looking down there, I'm not sure if I'm normal, there's just a little hair, and the two sides aren't the same, see, and I wonder what it will be like, and I'm nervous, I don't know if you are even interested in a girl like me, and... that's your penis! It's so big." She lay back on the bed, naked. I spread her legs and placed my cock tip right where it needed to go. "If I'm not good, I'm sorry, and --" I shoved once, hard and deep, to stuff her adolescent pussy to the hilt. As soon as my cock entered she went silent, her eyes wide as saucers. My pubic bone was firmly pressed against hers. Eyes locked with mine, she began twitching with orgasm, as my own eyes lost focus in pure sexual pleasure and my cock disgorged its load. She lay with mouth open, wide eyes locked on mine, shuddering with pleasure. I enjoyed the sight for several seconds after my penis had shot all it had to shoot before I withdrew again. "Oh, wow, that was amazing, I can't believe it. I'm not a virgin, and it felt so good. Was I OK? I hope so, it was amazing. You came inside me for real? Put your sperm way up inside? That's so cool!..." I kissed her on the cheek, and as she disappeared she was still talking. Here's another beauty, a little bit of a thing. She sure is pretty! I pull down her shorts, and ... a diaper? Really? Yeah, she's probably not even three yet. Do I want to slide my penis into a two-year-old? I pull the diaper down. She is dry, and there are her little girl lips. I do. I really do. I can almost feel the horns growing out of my head, and then cast the image away. This is hell, after all! I push her back, spread her legs, press, and my cock surges inside. Does she scream and struggle? No. She smiles and then goes silent, face slack with ecstasy. Such a little girl, but she's stretchy like all the others and absorbs my entire length. I pump her full of sperm but then keep pumping until she's got a double load. As my cock slides out, the sperm flows out with it too. But as I refasten the diaper I realize that it will hold that too, just as it will hold whatever else comes out of her down there. I can almost taste the delicious food, I can almost feel the warm water I could swim in, I can almost see again that lovely night scene in the kayak. They would all be nice. I can do them all in time, but as for right now, another little girl has appeared before me, pussy ready to take my stiff cock, with the promise of shuddering and orgasm from both of us, and sperm shooting from me up into her... And I make the same choice I've made thousands of times in a row, now. Do the girl. Fuck the little girl. Aaaaahhh, there we go... She's seized by orgasm, as am I, and I unload up inside. The Devil appears with a good-natured smile. "When you're alive, they say 'moderation in all things.' No need for moderation here in hell! Go for it!" ============================================================ What did you think? I'm always eager for comments, whether positive, negative or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com.