Author: Sterling
Title: Naughty Dreams Come True In Heaven
Summary: After death I find myself in a very pleasant afterlife.
Troubling incidents from life are re-lived, wrongs are righted,
missed opportunities are missed no longer, unrequited crushes are
requited. But most of all, sexual appetites are fulfilled. Even
prodigious ones. Even those involving small girls.
Keywords: ScFi MF Mf mf Mg Mggg oral 1st paranormal mc preg reluc

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 10/15/2015.

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Naughty Dreams Come True In Heaven

The last thing I remember is the hospital room, feeling so very
tired, groggy with the painkillers, knowing the end would be
soon.

But here I am without pain, walking -- like I did when I was
young. I look down and see my young man's hand, with smooth skin,
not the mottled claw I had become used to. I'm climbing the stone
steps of what looks like an old Ivy League administration
building -- a setting sedate and grand. A gentle breeze makes the
leaves high up in the trees stir and flutter.

I grasp the large brass knob and pull, aware of how all my
muscles and tendons work together smoothly and without pain, the
way we take granted for most of our lives.

Inside I see a marble floor, dark wood paneling on the walls, and
high vertical windows with leaded glass panes.

I see a figure standing to my right. He's a friendly looking guy
in the prime of life, wearing a tan sport jacket, a shirt with an
open collar, and dark cords. I ask, "Where am I? What's going
on?"

"Hey, man. You're in the afterlife. Welcome, Zach!"

"What? I don't get it. Afterlife?"

"Yeah, most people don't get it. Even most of the ones who
believed in an afterlife didn't *really* believe in it."

It is a huge surprise, but it's hard to see any other
explanation. I was dying, and now I'm in my prime and feeling
great. But -- I feel my heart pounding. There are the stories of
hellfire and eternal damnation. Whichever God runs this place, I
wasn't praying to him -- I wasn't praying to anyone.

I try a positive attitude. "So, this is heaven?"

"For you, it's going to be mostly heaven. Not for everyone."

"So what happens now? What's it all about? Is there really a God?
Which one?"

"Don't worry about that. You're judged on whether you led a good
life. On whether Zachary Arthur Zoller lived a good life. Whether
you prayed or who you prayed to makes no difference."

"Holy shit," I mutter. "But what happens now?"

"Be patient," says the man with a smile. "You'll see."

The scene fades out.

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I walk, just enjoying how great it is to have a working body
again. Here I am hiking a trail as it cuts through a field of
wildflowers. Here I am on a path that runs high up along the edge
of a rocky shore. Here I walk under a crescent moon, with the
rich smell of summer earth, mist on a field and countless
fireflies in the mist.

I lie in a bed, free of pain now. I appreciate how nice it is to
feel drowsy and know I'll be nodding off into a comfortable
sleep. I come to, realize there's no need to get up, so I fall
back to sleep, aware of the youth and vitality of my arms and
legs. Then I do wake up slowly, stretch, and smile.

Here I am conversing with my high school pal Jake. I loved
talking with him back when we were young, and it's great to talk
again. He deflects my questions about the afterlife -- he just
wants to talk about other stuff. Lots and lots of conversations
in the afterlife. Here I am reading all of Shakespeare's
comedies, one after the other.

These are all experiences, but they aren't joined into a single
narrative. I don't have a particular house, though I do get to
amble through some of the favorite places I've lived. I may go to
sleep, but there's no sense of a today or tomorrow. There's no
cooking and cleaning. I seem to eat remarkably little, and
they're tasty little treats instead of real meals. There's no
need to shower -- but once I thought about how a hot shower would
feel great, and there I was in a hot shower.

Then I have an experience of a different kind.

I'm in bed with my first girlfriend, Wanda. She's come home with
me for a week's visit during our freshman year in college and now
we're lying in my bed. She's gorgeous. We're both naked, my
erection is strong, my fingers are gently rubbing her vulva just
the way she likes most. I notice her scent, the detail of every
strand of her long, brown hair, the birds outside, the faint
sound of distant traffic. I know she's not ready for sex, not
ready to lose her virginity -- we've been over the subject many
times. If I thrust my cock against the top of her thigh I might
come, or I might not.

But then she looks at me with a warm, confident smile, spreads
her legs and holds her pussy lips apart.

"Now I'm ready," she says.

"For my penis?" I say, not believing my ears.

"Yes! Yes, I want to feel it inside!"

"Contraception?"

She smiles. "I'm on the pill now. Just do what you've been
wanting to. Let yourself go!"

I believe her, and mount. Instead of rubbing my cock against her
stomach or thigh, I place the tip right in the hot little pocket
she's holding open for me.

I'm a virgin, so this is totally new. The warmth and wet are so
enticing, and then I push. Her vagina yields, with more warmth
and wet inside, delicious wet friction. I push deeper and deeper,
and she accepts my entire length. And then I start fucking, in
and out hard and fast. She's looking at me with loving warmth,
running her hands over my back.

The pleasure reaches the unbearable and then bursts, my cock
spewing gobs of sperm into the deepest part of her vagina as I
keep humping in and out. I feel fully satisfied for the first
time in my life. I finally did it! I had full sexual intercourse
with Wanda, my first love!

Then it dawns on me slowly that I'm in the afterlife. I hadn't
been aware of that up to this point. But here I resolved one of
the deepest regrets of my life, that we never did consummate that
ferocious lust. Now, in the afterlife, we did. I lasted what, 30
seconds?

"So... you're dead too?"

She shrugs. "Aren't we all? But being dead can be awfully nice,
don't you think?"

I smile. "Better than being alive, maybe."

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Here I am a few years later with Sarah, a lovely
Chinese-American. We're on her bed, both kind of drunk. We kiss,
and my hands rove lower. I fumble with her bra but she reaches
around to take it off. I caress her impressive breasts, then suck
on her right nipple. I slide my hand into her panties. She sighs
and gasps with pleasure. We're going to do it! My underpants are
off now, my finger is pumping in and out of her hot vagina. I get
ready to mount.

"No," she says. "Not that far."

I'm horny, I'm angry. "Ah, c'mon, Sarah," I say. "We did it once
before, right?"

"Yes, but I don't want to now."

I know I'm in the afterlife. That's what happened in real life,
but I was hoping this would resolve the way it did with Wanda --
this time she'll want to do it. But there's a big difference.
When I was alive I always stopped with Wanda. In real life, I
kept going with Sarah.

There's another way to resolve this, of course -- to stop. But
suddenly I'm not in control of my actions. The real-life event
unfolds.

She isn't cooperating with taking her panties off, so I just
slide the cloth to one side and stick my dick in the right place.

"No!" she whispers urgently.

"Yes!" I say as I drive my cock in. I feel again just how
terribly strong my desire is. Right or wrong, I'm going to have a
satisfying orgasm. But suddenly it's all wrong. My cock is sliced
by blades, it's frozen and it's burned all at the same time. It's
agony, but I can't scream. It's only a few seconds but it feels
like forever.

"I said no!" she roars, flipping me onto my back. Her fingernails
puncture my belly in 5 places, my innards are in agony, blood
wells up and then flows out. It hurts so much!

"I'm so sorry," I manage to croak during an ebb in the pain.

The rage in her face softens a bit, and the scene fades out...

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Next thing I know, I'm sitting in a chair in front of a desk.
Judging from the windows, I'm in a formal office of that same
administration building. Across from me is a young woman, dressed
like a college official might dress -- an assistant dean, maybe.
She looks pleasant and compassionate, but not especially
attractive.

"Shit, that hurt!" I can tell my stomach and cock are intact,
thankfully.

"So you see, Zach," she says. "The afterlife is a time to resolve
things. Time to even up scores. Time to pay back."

"But the pain -- God!"

"Well, you shouldn't have done it!"

"I know, I know..." I groan.

"What about that other experience?"

"Wanda?" I say. Memories of pain are replaced with much nicer
ones. I smile.

"One of your life's most powerful regrets. She wanted it too.
You'll see a lot more of Wanda," she says with a smile.

"But Sarah... Will I see a lot more of her?" I gulp.

"Oh, I'd guess a half dozen more times."

I wince.

"There's plenty of time here to sort things out. That's the worst
thing you've ever done," says the young woman. "You were a fine
man who led a moral life. I suspect you'll pay for a few other
things -- but I'll admit, I think the system is scraping the
bottom of the barrel with you. To keep you humble."

"What's this 'system'? Who decides what happens?"

"We don't know. Some of us get to review a person's whole life --
all the significant stuff. We don't know how, we just know it.
And then we observe what happens to you here. We've been
observing a long time with a lot of people, so we see patterns.
We can usually predict pretty well what's going to happen.
Somehow we show up at these meetings with you guys to tell you
what we can."

"But who's making the actual decisions?"

"Like I said, we don't know."

I think a moment. "And, so for guys who have done bad stuff? They
get what I got with Sarah?"

She smiles. "Want to take a peek at old Adolf Hitler?"

Without waiting for my answer, I see a stunned Fuehrer kneeling
with others in a row. The soldier puts a bullet through the neck
of the guy two away from him, then the one next to him, then I
see terror in Hitler's eyes as the gun barrel presses against his
neck, and his life too is extinguished.

We cut away, and the woman says, "Murder victims may need their
revenge a hundred times over, or a thousand."

I think about what I've seen. "But, like, with the gun to his
head, he looked scared. But he knows it isn't real, right? But
he's still terrified?"

"But he doesn't know, not in that moment. He doesn't know it's
not real, and he doesn't know he's in the afterlife. When the
experience is over, then he gets to remember thousands of times
when he realized for the first time that he was going to die."
She pauses a moment. "But he's got plenty of physical pain to
experience too. Torture victims might call for ten thousand
repentances."

I see Hitler naked, tied to a chair in a dimly lit room. Pliers
slowly pull out the fingernail from the middle finger in his
right hand as he screams. The pinky and ring finger are already
bloody messes.

The scene fades, and I shudder.

"He'll be experiencing hundreds of years worth of that, maybe
thousands."

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Next I'm dancing with Brenda in the church basement. This time I
know I'm in the afterlife. I had such a crush on Brenda in
seventh grade. Just as it went in real life, I've somehow managed
to ask her for a third dance and I'm holding her awkwardly at
arm's length as we rock back and forth. This is no dim
reconstruction from dim memory. She is as real as can be, as is
the floor, the music, the refreshment table across the room. And
just as I had remembered for all those years, she briefly puts
her head on my shoulder, then straightens up and looks at me.

She's the most beautiful girl in the school -- shoulder-length
wavy blond hair, blue eyes, a narrow nose and small mouth --
somehow it fits together perfectly.

"Come with me," she says.

I don't think that happened in real life. She leads me back into
a small room -- it looks like the church nursery, and there's a
couch. She closes the door, stands close in front of me, and with
a smile says, "I've got an idea I think you'll like."

By the dim light from the hall, she lies back, hitches her dress
up and pulls her panties down to her ankles. I *know* that never
happened!

"But, Brenda, what?..."

She sits up. "It's what you really wanted.. It's what you really
needed. " She speaks with a kind voice.

My erection is straining inside my pants now. She reaches for the
buckle, but I take over and free myself. I used to think it would
be heaven to kiss Brenda once. She lies back again, ready for
sex. At this age I'd rarely seen a girl naked, and never one old
enough to have pubic hair. But this is rapidly progressing beyond
seeing. I lie down on her, bringing our privates together.

At the moment I have no memory of ever having had sex. I press
into a heaven that feels better than I had imagined.

"Ooo!" she goes, with wide eyes but a quick laugh. It's
presumably a first for her too.

My body is already reacting, and amid the amazing pleasure I have
time for only a couple quick thrusts before I'm coming inside
her, while her beautiful face smiles up at me. I slide out,
gasping -- dazed and incredibly happy.  It's true. This is what I
really wanted to do with Brenda. If I had gotten that
unattainable kiss, I would have wanted more -- and all the more
intensely.

"You're a wonderful boy," she says, kissing me on the cheek. "You
deserved that so much."

"But what about you?" I ask. "Did you want it?"

"When we were alive? Not quite yet, though it was an exciting
idea. I dreamt about it all the time -- with you, among others,"
she says. "But here, here I know what you want, and I'm really
happy to let you do it."

"It was -- wow!"

"The schools are full of pretty girls in sexy clothes, and that
was just the way the world had to be. But I see it now from your
side. It's all set up as a tease -- you're supposed to desire us,
but you can't have us. You deserve satisfaction for such a
simple, natural thing."

I nod, remembering.

She looks down and sees my renewed erection. "Oh, you need it
again!" she says, pulling me back down onto her and getting my
cock started in the right place.

And this time I know how it's going to feel inside of her, and
I'm right. I don't come right away, but hump away energetically.

The seventh-grader who is accepting my vigorous penile intrusions
smiles and says, "Male animals want to try to make females
pregnant. So go ahead, ejaculate! Get it in deep and let it all
out! And wow, it's feeling really good down there for me too!"

I last another minute before nature has me spewing again, doing
my level best to make Brenda pregnant. How can anything feel so
fantastic and so right?

When I catch my breath, I say, "Did you... did you have an
orgasm?"

"No, silly. That comes later for me -- a few years later. But it
did feel natural and really nice."

"Oh, good," I say.

"Thank you for the sperm. You wonderful boy!"

She pulls my head down for a slow, tender kiss.

The scene fades.

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Here's Mary. I remember her.

We were in our early 20s, we met at a dance, then we took a walk
together. It was a really nice conversation. She invited me up to
her room, and I went, but after a while I left. Here we are in
her room at the crucial moment.

"I've got to go," I say. "I'm staying with my elderly
grandparents -- taking care of them. I told them I'd be back."

Here the script changes.

"Why did you leave? Why didn't you go to bed with me? I felt so
humiliated! Taking care of your grandparents. That was the lamest
excuse ever!"

"Well, it was true!"

"Yeah, right!"

I think about how to explain it, with the benefit of the whole
lifetime of experience I acquired after that incident. "I suppose
I could have blown off my grandparents, or called them. But there
was more. I'd only had one lover up to that point in my life. I'd
never had casual sex. Back then I only wanted to do it if we were
going to be lovers, like an ongoing relationship."

"Really?" she says.

"Really!"

"I thought you must be so experienced."

"No way."

"Hmmm. I could tell if you're lying, here in the afterlife."

I'd found that out. You couldn't lie in the afterlife, not if the
other person really wanted to know the truth.

There's a pause, and then I say, "But now I can throw off my
silly assumptions and fears..."

"Am I attractive?"

"You were then -- you really were. I thought so. And now, well,
now..."

She looks very sexy. I also know she'd never be prom queen, but
so what? I move up to her and put my arm around her back, drawing
her in to me firmly. We kiss. It feels great, and she responds
enthusiastically. I rub her shoulders and her back as we kiss.
Reaching lower, I run my hand up the back of her thigh, down
again, up again, then fondle her butt.

She breaks from me and starts unbuttoning my shirt. I pull her
blouse up. We undress each other, occasionally glancing up to see
the other smiling. When our tops are clear, I reach down to
hungrily suck her left nipple.

"Mmmm!" she says. "But let's get horizontal -- and naked first."

Before long we're lying on her bed. She gives an appreciate look
at my stiff cock. There's more kissing, breast-sucking, and
explorations with hands. My fingers gently open her sex opening.
I rub. She seems to like it, but I have a hunch.

I shift down below her, kissing my way down her chest and past
her belly. I pause and look up at her big smile. I guessed right.
I kiss down over her mound, and taste her young woman's sex. My
hands massage her inner thighs, working up to her outer labia.
But my tongue is on her clitoris, licking away. Her moans guide
me. Her fingers run through my hair, and when it feels especially
good she clenches her fists, pulling on my hair in a nice way.

Over the course of fifteen minutes she gets more and more
excited, clenching and releasing her thigh muscles, moving her
pelvis in little jerks that get more frequent and sharper.
Finally a big gasp, which I take as a trigger for a flurry of
fast licks. A bigger gasp follows as she bucks her hips up. I
keep my tongue in position despite the bucking and keep licking
until she lies back, panting.

But a few seconds later, she says, "What about you? I'd be happy
to do that for you too!"

"No, well, I'd rather get into your pussy."

She smiles. "I hoped you'd say that... I have some condoms, but I
guess we don't need to worry about that now!"

I move up onto her and I have the funny image of our genitals
making brief introductions (Hi, pussy -- Hi cock, you're big and
stiff -- You're hot and wet -- Ready to fuck? -- Ready!)

"In, in! Please," she moans, and I'm happy to oblige. My cock
slides into a silky, hot vagina, as ready as a girl's tube can be
in the wake of her massive orgasm. I'm mounted on this hot young
woman, her skin glowing, nipples sticking straight up, legs
spread wide apart.

"Can you, like, talk dirty?" I ask, thrusting into her urgently.

"Sure!" she grins. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard! That's it. Pound it
into my dirty cunt!"

I love that word and can't helping smiling. And to call it dirty
-- oh, my!

"Cunt, cunt, cunt... Fuck my filthy cunt! Keep ramming that sexy
cock in. It feels so great to get fucked hard and mean. Whenever
you want, spurt your jiz. Fill me up with it! I wanna be your cum
dump! Drown my cunt with cum! It feels fantastic! I'm gonna come
again!"

She's gazing at me intently, watching my rising excitement, hands
playing over my chest.

I pass the point of no return, and she gives a big, firm squeeze
with her pussy.

"Come in my cunt! Hard as you can! Deep as you can! Fill me up!"

I do come. It's fantastic. She yelps and gasps too. I spurt, over
and over again. When the delivery is complete, we turn on our
sides, my softening cock still inside her. After a while we
sleep.

An hour later I wake up. My cock has slipped out, but now I feel
it rising to full erection  once more. She feels it too. I'm
willing to give her oral sex again, but she guides my cock
straight into her pussy. Straight to the mating act. Our mutual
pleasure rises quickly, and in under a minute she gasps with
orgasm, then I'm coming inside her again.

We get up to use the bathroom, then return to bed to sleep.

In the morning I'm stiff and ready to go again. This is the
longest continuous episode I've had in the afterlife. She says
she's a little too sore for that, but sets to work on my cock
with her mouth and tongue. She's fantastic at it.

"Can I come in your mouth?" I ask urgently.

"Of course!" she says quickly. "Let me swallow all your nasty
goo!" She resumes her attentions.

And with a final flurry of tongue strokes she makes me come in
her other hot, wet body cavity. True to her word, she swallows it
all. After snuggling a bit, it's time to get up and say goodbye.

We part on very good terms.

I find myself seeing her again a few times.

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This woman is a bit older, with gray hair, but also dressed like
a college bureaucrat.

"So..." I say. "I show up when we both really wanted it, like
with Wanda. And I show up where I've done something wrong, like
with Sarah. I also show up when people wanted me?"

"Right, like with Mary."

"And Brenda in the church basement showed up for me?"

"You really wanted Mary back when you were alive, if the other
stuff wasn't in the way. And like Brenda said, she kind of wanted
you. No one needed much convincing at all in these cases."

"But, Brenda... She was still alive when I died, right?"

The woman smiles. "Time is different in the afterlife. How long
has it been since you died? There's no real way to say -- there
are no calendars here. Everyone dies, of course. Here, we
eventually remember life as the blink of an eye. Everyone you
knew is here."

Something's been on my mind. "What about the religious folks?
Folks who thought they'd get to sit at the right hand of Jesus
when they died? Celibate priests and nuns? Do they get to do
that, or are they out there fulfilling the sexual fantasies of
everyone who lusted after them?"

"They get to sit at the right hand of Jesus. Well, he's just a
dead guy like the rest of you, though, and not someone who lived
two thousand years ago. They kind of know that. But up here their
understanding broadens a bit. The experiences they get honor
their tradition, but they also get that the afterlife really
isn't what they thought. Their thinking gets more compassionate
-- it takes in the perspectives of others more. Some of them have
this idea that this isn't really the afterlife, just some sort of
purgatory, and they still look forward to eternity with the real
Jesus. Of course, if any of them screwed up in life, they have to
pay, like anyone else."

"What about the terrorists who think they're going to meet
twenty-one virgins? The ones who thought they were serving their
God?"

"Belief in God isn't enough. Cultural relativism only goes so far
here." She laughs. "We were all given enough clues to figure out
the Golden Rule when we were alive, and that's what we're judged
by. The Christians who thought they were doing God's will,
burning the heretics at the stake? They suffer a long, long
time."

"What about folks who liked other stuff. Like eating? I've had
some tasty snacks, but no real big meals."

"You weren't that much into food. You'll probably get some nice
meals if you find yourself really wanting them. But take a look
here."

A woman sits at a table laid with what looks like a Thanksgiving
Dinner for twelve. She's eating with gusto. A few of the serving
dishes are empty. She's made a big dent in some others.

"So she eats everything?"

"As long as she wants. I think this one's been through a dozen
Thanksgiving dinners this size. And plenty of other cuisines
too."

She's got the body of a lithe teenager. "And let me guess: in the
afterlife she doesn't get fat or even get indigestion. That's all
fixed?"

"Of course."

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Chapter 2

Here I am with Lisa, sophomore year in college. Lisa is a nice
enough girl, but she's fat. With a kind of coarse face too, maybe
even a hint of a mustache. I could never have dated Lisa in real
life. Along with everything else, I would have feared the
ridicule of my peers, going out with a dog like her. But we were
friends, and as a friend I was quite fond of her.

But now it's entirely different. I see Lisa for who she is, a
good girl desperately hoping for love. She has a crush on me. I
ask her out, and she can't quite hide her excitement. Here we are
taking a walk through the college woods, holding hands, telling
each other all the secrets of our childhoods. She had a rough
time of it. She was teased for being fat from a young age, and
her parents weren't very warm or helpful.

Here we are in her dorm room a few days later. At least it feels
to us like it's a few days later, though we can't recall just
what we did in the intervening time. We're kissing. In the
moment, I view her as a beautiful woman, and our tender kisses
are making us both excited.

We meet often. I buy her earrings she loves. Within a couple
dates she's ready for sex, and I take her virginity. The pussies
of ugly girls feel just fine, though at the moment she feels very
hot to me and not at all ugly. Despite my most careful, loving
finger caresses, she doesn't come.

But I know what to try next. With her ample legs spread, I dive
in with my head. I lick her. Mostly I lick her clit, happy that
she's so excited. I do it for 45 minutes, and she finally gasps
and shudders with her first orgasm.

Our relationship has continued over a course of years so far, our
times together interwoven with many other experiences for both of
us. In the afterlife, there is plenty of time.

There are others like Lisa who I have ongoing relationships with.
I don't mind; they all deserved love.

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Here I am back in college, strolling down a path -- I remember
this girl! I never spoke to her, never knew her name. But wow was
she hot! She's just as hot now. She's in blue jeans and a gray
T-shirt. She was one of those who looked gorgeous no matter how
she dressed. Of course she never wore any make-up.

If this were life, I would just walk by, sneaking a glance.

It's the afterlife, so I pause as we come close. "Hi, I'm Zach.
What's your name?"

"Amanda."

"Now we're here, I can say it. I think you're gorgeous! Want to
take a walk?"

"We could," she says. "But we don't actually have much in common.
What was really on your mind when you saw me?"

"Ummm..." I get embarrassed.

"Oh, it's natural," she says cheerily. There's a brick wall a few
steps away. She goes over to stand by it and pulls down her jeans
and panties to her ankles.

"Wow," I say.

"Hey, it's the afterlife," she says with a smile.

I join her by the wall and pull down my cords and underpants. My
cock is hard.

"Go for it," she says warmly. She has one hand between her legs,
holding herself open.

I move in, aim, and slide in, my thrust pinning her firmly
against the wall. She's hot and wet down below. But it's her face
that's so extraordinary. So I lock eyes with her while down below
my hips force my cock in and out.

It's not the most comfortable position, even in the afterlife.
Desire and fantasy seem to fix some discomforts, but not all. My
back even hurts a little -- but no way I'd stop until I've
finished inside her. It feels so right to be fucking her like
this!

After a minute, she gets a mischievous look on her face, leans
forward and whispers in my ear, "Do you have a nice spermy
present for me?" Then she nips my ear playfully.

She moves her head back and I stare into her eyes, slack-faced,
my pleasure building.

"Oh, yes, yes, YES!" I say and hold my cock inside her deep,
pinning her hard against the wall as I focus on her goddess face.
I do have a present. I have a wonderful spermy present for her,
and my cock delivers it, spurt by spurt.

I catch my breath as I let my cock slide out. And it's true. That
is exactly what I wanted to do with the girl I now know was named
Amanda.

We pull up our pants. "You -- do you find yourself doing that for
every guy who walked by you and thought you were hot?"

"A lot," she says. "I do it a lot."

"Does it feel -- humiliating? Or just boring?"

She smiles. "No, not at all. Back then the attention felt like a
nuisance -- the double takes and stares were minor but I had to
put up with a few gropes and many rude advances too. I really get
it now -- now I'm here. All you guys just wanted to fuck me. Not
hurt me or humiliate me. You just wanted to mate. You wanted it
bad, and -- why not, now we're here? It feels warm and nice to me
too."

"And what about you? I hope you're getting to live your own great
fantasies."

"Oh, I get mine. They're very nice." She gets a dreamy
expression. "I'm a lesbian. Long walks on the beach, candlelight
dinners, doing it in the hot tub together..."

"That's.... that's wonderful," I say. It really is. "But for a
lesbian? To let guys screw her?"

"It's OK. The plumbing works really well together." Then she
gives a sheepish smile. "My women partners show up with cocks
sometimes. I never see them, but I feel them. Getting fucked deep
by a beautiful girl -- it's heaven. Girls don't ejaculate,
though. Only boys do that. At least in my afterlife. If so many
boys didn't want me, I might go for a few of them for myself. I
like spermy gifts." She gives a giggle and I might even think
she's embarrassed.

"Whatever works is great!" I say with perfect sincerity and the
scene fades.

I meet other girls like Amanda in the afterlife -- girls I barely
knew but had the hots for. And in the afterlife I get to screw
them. Against a wall, doggy style on the grass, genitals hidden
below the churn and foam of the hot tub, in the stall of some
women's room, or in an ordinary bed. I smile as I think about the
possibilities -- there were so many girls like that when I was
alive. And they're all here -- at least the ones who led decent
lives.

I find myself returning the favor sometimes, with girls who I
never would have called hot before. Girls may tend to like the
long, romantic relationships. But some of them just wanted to get
fucked. Like Amanda said, the plumbing works great together. In
the afterlife, with no consequences, they get to live out a
remarkable number of lewd animal fantasies too.

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I remember this girl! She was the big sister of a friend of my
daughter's, when my daughter was about, oh, nine years old. I
don't think I actually fantasized about her though -- she was so
young! So I'm not sure what we're doing here. We're standing in
the entrance foyer of her home, where I first saw her.

"Oh, it's you!" she says. "Jenna's friend's dad. Your name is
Zach."

"Um, yeah, it's me. Surprised you'd recognize me."

"Oh, I do. I remember how you looked at me."

"Oh, dear. I hope it wasn't -- disrespectful."

"Are you kidding? No, it meant you knew I was a big girl. You
knew I was sexy -- at least some."

"Oh, you were very sexy! You are very sexy!" Small breasts, just
a little hip growth. Most guys would like her better when she was
filled out more, but I have my tastes.

She smiles, then frowns. "I sure felt horny. But my mommy walked
in on me masturbating and called me a terrible dirty girl. And I
felt so guilty! I'm mad at her." She looks down. "So, will you do
it to me?"

"Um, sure!"

"Not just like a favor?"

"No way, I'd love that!" I would, too. No need to broaden my
understanding on this one. It seemed to pass the afterlife lie
detector test. And I don't think there are any statutory rape
laws in the afterlife.

She grabs me by the hand and pulls me into the kitchen.

"Mom!" she shouts.

A figure I dimly recognized as her mother looks up.

"I'm gonna take this man into my bedroom and he's going to fuck
me, like I want!"

"OK, Sue," says the mother, looking contrite. "If that's what you
really want."

That was her name -- Sue. That part I hadn't remembered.

"It is!" Sue sticks her tongue out.

"I'm sorry," says her mother softly.

Up in her room, when the door is closed, she says, "I'm a virgin.
I don't want to be... But I'm a little nervous too."

"I'll try to make it wonderful for you," I say. "If you don't
like something, say so."

"OK," she says, more bashful now.

I hug her and start to kiss her, but she's not so interested in
that. She fumbles with my buttons and I let her get me out of my
button shirt and trousers, however clumsily. She's just wearing
shorts and a T-shirt, so I do better with her.

There she stands in bra and panties, here I stand in underpants.
Her eyes gleam at the bulge she sees there.

"Let me see those gorgeous breasts."

"They're so tiny..."

"Oh, but they're gorgeous." I reach behind her and undo the bra
clasp.

Her arms are crossed in front of her.

"Beautiful girl," I say soothingly, and gently pull her arms
back. She doesn't resist, and the bra drops to the floor. Her
breasts are beautiful. Small but beautiful, tight. I swirl my
fingers gently over each one.

"Mmmmm," I say. I lead her to the bed and she lies on her back,
looking nervous. And I lean over her and suck her right nipple
while I fondle the left with my hand.

She gasps and sighs. After a minute on one breast I reach further
over and suck the other. She bucks her hips upwards. I take that
as a hint.

I put my hand on the outside of her left leg, gliding up and down
from knee to hip, then I move to the top of her leg, continuing
the same motion, and then I move to her inner thigh. She spreads
her legs. As my hand slides up, each time I carefully stop just
before my fingers reach her panty crotch.

I look into her eyes, my hand going up and down, alternating
inner thighs, always stopping.

She looks at me questioningly.

The next time my hand does not stop and I cup it around her sexy
girl crotch.

She gasps. I apply rhythmic pressure. I rub my hand all around
gently, stroking fingers up and down. After a while I probe my
fingers teasingly under each of the seams of her panties.

She gives a nervous smile, then reaches down and takes her
panties off completely. She then attends to my bulging crotch.

"I... I don't know what to do," she says.

"You don't need to do anything," I say, pulling my underpants
off. She stares at the organ.

"They say it's gonna hurt, but that's OK!" she says with
determination.

"Let's see," I say, approaching her vulva with my fingers, not my
penis. I gently stroke her clit for several seconds, then explore
her vagina. She's wet. A finger slides in a couple knuckles deep.
I go back to clit stroking, then return to slide the finger
further in.

"Am I normal?" she asks. "Or is this like remedial work?"

"Oh, completely normal," I say. "Normal, gorgeous, sexy, and I
can't wait to slide my penis into you!"

"OK, then," she says, gulping.

"Just a little more with the fingers. So it'll feel good for you
-- hopefully."

I don't feel any hymen. Two fingers go in without too much
trouble. After a few seconds more of gentle attention to her
clit, I say, "Ready?"

"Yup, ready!" she says.

I mount her, and she spreads her legs wide, wide apart. As I
lodge my cock tip at her vaginal opening, she looks like she's
steeling herself for a shot -- which I suppose she is. But it's a
shot she very much wants to get.

I press, then press harder, and she shuts her eyes. Just a bit
more pressure and my tip eases inside. It feels fantastic.

She opens her eyes and her expression is priceless. "It's tight!
It's big! But it doesn't hurt yet!"

"If it doesn't hurt yet, it probably won't. Right out here at the
opening is where the obstruction would be."

I push in, and her pussy slowly opens for my male prong. In and
out I go, a fraction of an inch, but a little deeper each time.

"Oh, this is what I've wanted!" she says suddenly.

"The fun's just beginning," I say. I'm in a couple inches now.
She opens more quickly now in response to my insistent burrowing.
"You feel full enough? Full enough to be happy?"

"Yeah!" she says.

I burrow another half inch, and then I begin a real in and out
motion. The motion of a real fuck. It's slow at first, but I
gradually pick up speed.

"I'm doing it!" she says.

"You are... Pay attention to how it feels."

"It's pretty nice," she says.

I'm sliding my cock shaft in and out of her fast, doing my male
thing with gusto. "You get those good feelings, like when you
masturbate?"

"A little... A little more... Mmmmm, I see."

I look down and see her legs are spread wide to let me at her,
and my cock has found its home up inside her, pounding in and
out. I'm going at her for all I'm worth. "Oh, babe, you're hot,
you're sexy, you're just what I've always dreamed of."

"Really?"

"Really. Just as sexy as any woman could ever be."

"You're not just saying that?"

"No. And you know what that makes me want to do?"

"Um, send the little part of the daddy into the mommy to start
her baby?"

That's worth a laugh from both of us, though I don't stop or let
up. I thrust even more decisively, and my cock grows just a
little longer and stiffer, almost ready to do what Darwin meant
it to do.

"Yeah, that's right -- real soon. Now I wanna fuck you hard and
fast."

"OK!"

So I do. I progress from a firm, decisive fuck to a frenzied one.
I'm stabbing in and out hard, I'm grunting.

She looks up at me -- happy, expectant.

"I'm gonna come, Sue," I say. "I'm gonna come way up inside you."

"OK! Great!" she says.

Gazing at this virgin, this girl who's seeing and feeling and
absorbing male lust for the first time, my cock swells, my
pleasure grows, my thrusts get deeper, and then I'm in heaven,
seized by orgasm, cock spewing.

She keeps looking at me in wonder until I stop thrusting, cock
shrinking. "So I did it! I'm not a virgin any more and it didn't
hurt!"

"Congratulations!" I remind myself that for her it is a very big
deal. "But did you like it?"

"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah, I liked it a lot!"

"No orgasm, though, I assume..."

"No, but that's not important."

"That's a nice attitude. But I'd like to try to give you one if
you're willing."

"Well, OK, I guess."

"You're a big girl. You've taken a cock in all the way and let me
feel ecstasy inside you. So much ecstasy I ejaculated. You've
done your job, and you were fantastic. You can relax."

After a moment I see her start to relax.

"So now, with my fingers here..."

I rub her gently, delicately, as I suck her breast, kiss her ear,
and press against her leg. My cock has gotten hard again.

She reaches for it and holds it. "You mind?" she says. "It makes
me feel sexy."

"Not at all, if you don't mind if I press in and out a little
like your hand was a vagina."

"OK," she says with a smile. A minute later, she says, "You're
making me feel so good!"

"That's just what I want. Let it feel good."

And a couple minutes later, after moans and little cries of
"yes!", she shudders and twitches and gasps.

We lie together for a while. Then she shifts and sits up. "Now it
all comes back to me. I've done this a hundred times now. I've
lost my virginity a hundred times. I don't remember that when I'm
doing it, but I remember afterward. And it's been fantastic! I
think you're the best, though. Can I lose it with you again?"

"I'd be delighted and honored, if the powers that be see fit to
put us together again."

They do. A couple dozen times so far before I lost count.

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It's a hot day. The beach curves away in a gentle concave arc.
There are hundreds of bathers. Is this a scene from my life? I
was on beaches like this from time to time. Among the sunbathers
in my vicinity are many lithe young women in bikinis.

One thin blonde catches my eye. I realize I want to fuck her. I
don't care who she is, whether she's smart or dull, kind or mean.
I want to fuck her. To my surprise, she lifts her head and looks
at me, then motions me over.

"Go ahead, do me," she says with a warm smile, lifting her hips
to pull her bikini bottoms down to her ankles.

I'm aware of the hundreds of people all around us. No one is
staring, but I'm self-conscious.

"Don't worry about any of that," she says. "This is the
afterlife. Go for it!"

Wow! In a daze, I pull my trunks down and reveal my prong as it
swells into readiness. She spreads her legs wide, and I kneel in
the space she has vacated.

My fingers play with her labia, gently opening them.

"Just shove it in," she says with a smile. "And come quick as you
want!"

I do. I aim my cock and shove. As soon as my tip enters her, she
gasps and looks at me with pleasure and longing, as if she's on
the verge of coming. I thrust and her pussy opens for me, yet
holds me in a hot, tight grasp.

To finish this fuck, I go faster, my pleasure builds quickly, and
then my orgasm is upon me. The second my first shot of sperm
enters her body, she shudders and shouts out her own orgasm. I'm
fully satisfied when my cock stops twitching, and I pull out.

"What... how? You came too?"

"Oh, I guess this is new to you? Here in the afterlife, most of
the time when you're with a woman you didn't know before, we're
always ready to go. The moment your cock slips in, we feel
fantastic. The instant you come in us, we get a big orgasm."

"Wow, that's handy..."

"The way they explained it to me, the afterlife is a place for
fixing what's not right in the world. Deep down, a lot of guys
want a lot of quickies. Here you can get them. In real life, the
female warms up slowly and unpredictably."

"I remember," I say. It's not a good memory.

"Here, that's fixed, a lot of the time. You go for a quick "unnh"
and splat, your woman gets satisfied too." She gives a little
laugh.

"Wow..." I say, trying to grasp the possibilities. I start to
pull my swimming trunks back on.

"I doubt you'll be needing those any time soon," says my willing
conquest.

Ten yards away is another gorgeous woman. I lick my lips, and she
turns on her side to look at me, giving me a smoky expression.

To the woman whose got my sperm inside her already, I say, "I
don't see anyone else having sex on the beach."

"Right, this whole beach is just for you, right now. Or that's
how it seems, anyway."

As I rise, before I head towards that other woman, I have a sassy
idea. "Bye, cum dump."

She smiles. "Delighted to be your cum dump. I can feel it in
there -- it feels good. Bye, fucker."

As I approach, woman number two rises to her knees. She fondles
my stiff cock and the balls beneath, and takes my cock tip into
her mouth, looking up at me.

"Can I do you from the rear?" I ask.

"Of course!" she says, wheeling around as she drops her bikini
bottoms. "I love to get it this way. God, I love to get it ANY
way."

I grab her hips and shove. My cock surges into her pussy.

She gives a huge, "Aahhhhh!", then murmurs. I fuck. "Come, come,
come, come... I mean, any time you want..."

I give a dozen huge, deep thrusts, relishing this womanly ass
that wants so much to get what I want to give. On the twelfth
surge I hold myself deep as my cock pulses, slimy whitish fluid
surging out the tip.

She shudders and gasps when my first gob hits her cervix, then
squeezes me tight with her vagina. We stay locked together, lost
in pleasure until the semen transfer is completed

I slide out and onto my feet in one motion.

"Great cunt," I say.

She wheels around again and says, "I love getting it up my cunt,"
as she licks some of the streaks of sperm off my cock. "You can
do it to me any time. But for now I can see you've got plenty
more cunts to fuck."

She's right. The number of gorgeous women on this beach with
their hot and ready pussies is astonishing. There is no
refractory period in the afterlife, and no stamina problems.
There's always enough sperm. The only limit seems to be when I
get tired of it. That, I discover, is dozens of pussies later.

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This afterlife administrator is young and quite attractive.

"So, how's it going?" she says.

"Great. But that thing on the beach... These things can go beyond
the realistic? Beyond what was possible in life?"

"Yes, I see you've had your first experience along those lines.
Did you like it?"

I nod.

She grins.

"That idea that all those women come the instant I do -- that is
so hot!"

"Isn't it?"

I nod.

"What I and some of the folks I talk to have figured out is that
there's a certain economy around here -- a certain desire to make
matches that fit."

"What do you mean?"

"You remember Mike?"

I nod, and grimace a bit. There was this guy Mike in high school
who I later found out was gay, who it turns out had a huge crush
on me. So here in the afterlife I get called into his fantasy.
And along with some conversation, what he wants, over and over
again, is for me to fuck him up the ass. Ordinarily that wouldn't
be my thing at all, but when I really get into Mike's mind,
really feel empathy with him, that's what I want to do. I do it
with gusto, with enthusiasm, and he is deliriously happy. The
memory lingers with me, in three parts: the fact that we do it,
the fact I think it's great at the time and exactly what I want
to do, and the fact that it just really isn't my thing.

"You get called into Mike's world because he had such a big crush
on you. And it will happen some more. But see, the powers that be
around here wouldn't ever recruit you to some random guy's
fantasy of anal sex."

"Kind of makes sense," I say.

"So then there's Sue."

I smile, remembering taking her virginity for the seventh time. I
get to do it a little differently each time. Once I made her come
with my fingers while I was fucking her. She didn't seem as happy
afterward, though. Like it distracted her. So I didn't do it
again.

"You get called to Sue because you really like her. You tell her
she's as sexy as any woman and you really mean it."

"Yeah, that's true." I feel a bit uncomfortable. There is this
whole part of me that hasn't been tapped in the afterlife yet.
Sue isn't just as hot as any grown woman to me -- she's hotter. I
sort of dreamed about that when I was alive -- had fantasies
while looking at pictures -- but it's only now I know how very
true it is.

"The other thing is you really like little kids."

"Yeah, I do."

"You get called to spend a lot more time with little kids than
most people do. Especially compared to other men."

I don't know what other men were doing, but I know I'd spent
quite a bit of time with small boys and girls.

Children crave warm, loving attention. There's a role for
parents, who can give in the afterlife the sort of leisurely
attention they couldn't during life. But there's also a role for
other adults. And like this woman was saying, I probably got
recruited because I really do love playing with small children.
The little boy didn't know me in real life, but here I am,
playing catch with him, helping him with his baseball swing,
throwing footballs to him, hour after hour.

I adore small girls, and I think that's why I get recruited for
playing with small girls so much. I listen to their endless
chatter and silly ideas because I love their chatter and their
ideas. I also have a knack for devising new games they like,
making jokes they find funny. And so I do. When they are tired,
these girls often love to lie beside me on the bed and snuggle
against me. Some of the really little ones fall asleep on my
chest. Girls who were scared of the dark but had to sleep alone
now get to sleep with me. Sometimes I think these tender moments
are for me as much as for the girls. Maybe they are.

But there's that other side to it. I have some fantasies that are
forbidden, fantasies of doing things little girls don't know
about -- things they don't like if they do find out. My sexual
fantasies in life were not just about girls Sue's age. They were
about smaller girls. So far, that hasn't played out in the
afterlife at all. Probably some things are taboo here too.

But it's definitely a pretty nice afterlife -- at least if you
lived a good life.

We get to do over our embarrassing moments -- taking back jokes
that weren't funny but hurtful, not being tongue-tied when given
a compliment, remembering all those names we should have
remembered but didn't.  The other person gets a pinch of making
things right too -- their name is not forgotten this time; now
the compliment is smooth.

We spend lots of time in our childhoods, living over again those
incidents that loom so large in our memories. There's the cuddly
and snuggly part. But in the afterlife we can also find playmates
who passionately want to play just the way we do.

But this young afterlife administrator is saying something, and I
haven't been paying attention.

"What was that?"

"You and small girls."

"Yes?"

"We know how you felt about them. More than just kind and
parental."

I turn a bit pink. "Um, yeah, I guess I did now and then."

"You still do. It's OK. It's natural -- at least for you. It's
pretty common too. The big thing -- the really wonderful thing --
is that you never did anything sexual with a little girl in your
whole life."

I nod.

"You had plenty of temptation, and you never did. Some of those
guys... Would you like to see what they're doing now?"

"No! No, I don't want to see!"

She smiles. "I'm not surprised. You won't see that, then."

"I don't want to see any girl suffering," I say.

"Of course. Now, keep in mind, these girls in the afterlife are
also women -- well, there are a few little girls who died before
they grew up, but not many. Mostly, they are women becoming
little girls to relive that time in their lives, to get what they
wanted but didn't get. And there's a certain amount of back and
forth, as you're aware, between whether they are living the
experience totally in the present, not even aware they're dead,
or whether they know they're playing a part. Or something in
between, like how when you took Brenda in the basement, you knew
you were dead and knew you'd been an adult, but suddenly you had
no idea what sex felt like."

I nod.

"So, after you've been a wonderful grown-up and a little girl
feels satisfied and content, sometimes the girl/woman wonders
what she could possibly do to repay you."

I nod. No way. No way anything like that will happen, even in the
afterlife.

But my cock has grown stiff. It's because this afterlife
administrator is pretty darn cute. That must be it.

She hesitates, then does something no other official has done
before in my experience. She rises and comes over to my chair,
then reaches down and feels the stiff bulge in my pants.

"Go ahead, take me!" she says quietly.

This is exciting! I rise, and she turns to face the desk. I come
up behind her, then reach around and feel her breasts through her
silky blouse and the lacy bra beneath. I push up against her,
which pushes her legs against the front of her desk. I see how
this is going to work...

I push her upper back roughly, forcing her to bend at the waist
until her cheek slaps down onto the desk. I look at the elegantly
skirted butt in front of me. I flip the skirt up. I grab the
pantyhose up past her hips and start pulling them down. I get my
fingers under the hem of her panties when they appear, and in no
time all that filmy cloth is down around her knees. I see a butt,
and it looks good.

"I'm so dirty and disgusting down there!" she says.

I go with the flow. "Yeah, you are! A dirty, disgusting cunt!
That's all you are!"

She whimpers.

I fish my cock out through my fly and approach the prize. "But
you look like a decent fuck," I growl.

"Oh, God, this is so hot!" she murmurs.

I find the slit. Centering left to right is easy, but it's the
altitude that takes a little judgment. I shove hard and my aim is
true.

She is a refined administrator, but with her panties down, her
ass and her pussy aren't refined at all. They're just a hunk of
woman flesh. Inside it's moist and hot -- a dirty part of an
animal. It gives me a bitch's hug. I give a stallion's answer. I
give huge, sharp thrusts.

On the eighth she cries out and I feel her obscene cunt twitch.

On the ninth my orgasm is inevitable.

On the tenth, I give a big, "Unnnhhhh!" My cock tip hits the deep
end, perfectly synchronized with the eruption of the first big
glob of sperm. I hold still as my rude cock vomits sticky,
disgusting cum into the even more disgusting cunt-sewer inside
her.

I pull out and stand panting.

She slowly straightens up and turns to face me as she pulls her
pantyhose and panties back up. Her expression is hard to read.

"Do I get detention for screwing the staff?" I ask.

"No, that was great!"

"Is it your fantasy to get bent over your desk and fucked by a
visitor?"

"Yeah, actually it kind of is -- to get my cunt fucked hard and
mean! It really is. You sure did it!"

"Happy to oblige. But I thought you were like an administrator or
something."

"I am, but we're in the afterlife too. We get our fantasies."

I nod. "Makes sense."

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Chapter 3

Wanda's on her hands and knees, back arched, butt ready for my
male attention. I slide in to the hilt and pump away.

Wanda sighs with contentment, then says, "I always wondered what
our kids would have been like. If you make me pregnant, maybe we
can see."

"That sounds great!" I say. "How would I go about making you
pregnant?"

"Oh!" says Wanda. "Get that monster cock in really deep and then
ejaculate! That's all it takes!"

I knew that, but I love to hear her say it. I drive into the
womanly organ that is designed to take monster cocks in all the
way, designed to make them so happy and excited they disgorge
their life-giving goop. I pump in and out, enjoying that
delicious embrace. When my orgasm comes, it is all the more
intense and I shoot seven big, rich globs of sperm into the
deepest part of Wanda's pussy.

"There! I'm pregnant!" says Wanda. "If you want to help the baby
along, keep doing it to me!"

So I keep fucking Wanda from behind. After another minute I
deliver another load.

"Oh, I feel it! My tummy got bigger!"

I put a hand on her tummy as I fuck some more, and sure enough,
during my next ecstatic delivery I feel her tummy grow a little
more!

Time speeds up, I'm fucking and ejaculating over and over again,
her tummy growing with each insemination. Time glosses over the
business of labor and delivery, and then I hold in my arms a
small baby, who grows... By age two she's a gorgeous little girl
-- she looks partly like Wanda and partly like me. We three all
smile at each other.

But the baby is imaginary, even in the afterlife. She fades and
I'm left to snuggle with Wanda and kiss her for a few hours.

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It was my third time playing with 4-year-old Annie. I'd pushed
her on the swings. We'd played dress-up. Throughout it all she'd
kept up a constant stream of conversation -- she was a curious,
bright little thing. Then when she was tired, she'd hopped up
next to me on her bed while I read her a story. Her eyelids grew
heavy, and before long she fell asleep, leaning against my side.
I'd put the book aside without disturbing her and then just
admired her beauty. Her hair was blond but cut short. I
remembered the big blue eyes that were now hidden in sleep. She
wore a frilly pink dress, and I had many times during the
afternoon caught a glimpse of her white panties. Here as she lay
asleep I adored her 4-year-old form, each of her four small limbs
covered with the clear, tight skin of childhood. It wasn't
perfect, though -- there was a bruise or two, a long, thin scab
where a long, thin cut had been. There were the start of calluses
on her feet. And there was some dirt from playing, a bit of
sticky residue about her mouth from snack time... She looked like
a real girl who'd been playing actively. The pink dress over her
chest rose and fell gently with each breath.

I don't know how long I'd feasted on this sight before I got
drowsy myself and drifted off. I came to now and then as I felt
her body shift this way and that.

Now I hear a small giggle and feel her squirm some more and am
aware of her face right in front of mine. I open my eyes to stare
into hers, and then she kisses me on the lips briefly. Then after
smiling and looking at me, she kisses me again, but longer this
time. Our lips touch, then break contact, then touch again,
making those heavenly kissy noises when we break apart. No small
girl has ever done this when I was around. My cock grows stiff in
my pants -- fortunately she is leaning over me from the side, not
touching that part of me at all.

Then she whispers in my ear, "You can touch me any way you like."

"How do you mean?"

"Like you can touch my panties. Or touch *inside* them too!"

"But how... huh... what?" I say.

"I want to be nice to you," she whispers. "And now you can do
anything you want like that with me!"

My heart pounds. This is what the administrator had meant, I
guess... I pull back from Annie and nudge her onto her back,
lying beside her. I rub her arms gently, then take one hand and
kiss every finger. She just smiles. I return to her face and kiss
her lips, but also her cheeks, her eyes, her ears. I run my hands
over her hair, and rub her neck, ever so gently. She looks like
she's having fun.

Then with my left hand I touch her shins. She spreads her legs a
little, and I caress her knees, and above them just a little I
touch her inner thigh. I then slide my hand upward under her
dress, slowly. I stare into her eyes as I feel my hand rising
higher and higher, covering her smooth skin, and then finally
touch her panty cloth. She spreads her legs a little more, and I
cup the front of her panties in my hand. I start stroking gently.

She's not objecting, or looking confused or uncertain... This is
wonderful! Encouraged by her smile, I remove my hand, then crawl
down below her with my head on the bed and peek up under the
dress to see her panties again.

"You're naughty!" she says with a smile.

With my hands I slowly push the dress up -- she lifts her butt to
let me push it up around her waist. Here is a pair of panties
filled with a small girl, and I can actually do the things I've
dreamed of! I lower my head and bury my nose right in her panty
crotch and sniff, over and over.

She giggles.

When I looked up again, she is still smiling at me, calm and
encouraging. "You wanna play doctor?" she whispers with a naughty
smile.

I sniff some more, then gently slide my fingers inside the
panties from the tummy side to feel the girl below, remove my
fingers and then slide under each leg hem, feeling the forbidden
flesh from every angle. I pull the front of her panties out and
peek in at her girl slit. I raise my head and look at her with
mock surprise. She laughs.

I peel her panties down from the top, then pull them down when
she raises her butt. She spreads her legs wide apart and says,
"That's what girl naughty parts look like... Now show me yours!"

I rise up on my knees and pull my trousers and underpants down to
my thighs, my erection now standing out from my body. "Not too
scary, I hope," I say. "I know it's real different."

"It's fun!" she says. "Let's get all naked!"

After we are, I think of the impossibility of this -- a small
girl on her back, naked -- me kneeling below her, with no clothes
and with my erection on full and eager display.

"Can I touch it?" she asks, and reaches up from below to touch my
shaft, then lifts it up gently. She then slides her open fingers
back and forth as she cradles my penis in her hand.

"Ooohhhh, that's nice, Annie!" I say.

I have something I want to do more, so I once again lie between
her legs, but this time I begin licking her slit with my tongue.

"It's dirty!" she says, wriggling.

"No, no -- it's amazing!" I say.

"It's naughty..."

"I know... do you mind?"

"No... I like this kind of naughty! Am I a bad girl?"

"No," I say. "Not a bad girl at all!"

So I go back to licking. I use my fingers to open her up a little
so I can lick within. When I've been licking a while, she says,
"You're a nice doctor! You make it feel good!"

I lift my head to smile at her, then return to her amazing girl
parts. I explore her small vaginal opening. I hold it open with
my fingers and probe it with my tongue. It goes in more easily
than I would have thought.

I say, "Let's put my parts and your parts right next to each
other so we can see how they're different!"

She smiles, and I lower my cock to her pussy. Holding my shaft in
my fingers, I rub it side to side above her slit, then up and
down in the crack between her privates and her right thigh, then
her left. Then I rub it up and down along her center line.

"You're silly!" she says.

Maybe I am. But whatever words might describe my next move,
'silly' is not one of them. I hold her lips open with my fingers
and press my cock tip against her vaginal opening, kissing them
together. I make smacky noises.

"Your boy thing is kissing my girl thing!" She laughs.

"If only, if only..." I murmur.

"What? What 'if only'?" she says.

"If only I could press it inside..."

"Inside? Ewwww!" she says, but then her expression changes.

All at once she scrambles up and holds my face in her hands,
looking lovingly into my eyes. Then she whispers in my ear, so
quietly I could barely hear her, "You can... It will work...
You'll see... I want you to!" Was that a womanly intrusion into
the thoughts of the girl? At once she breaks away and lies back
again, legs spread wide, holding her vaginal lips apart with her
fingers. What I see now is all girl, including her smile. And a
gorgeous little girl she is. She wants me to press my penis into
her vagina?

"I'm sick of looking at your ugly old thing!" she says. "You
should hide it! Hide it where I can't see it!" She smiles
impishly.

This really is what she wants. Looking at her with utter
amazement, I lower myself into position, nuzzle my tip into the
small warm space she is exposing, and then I press. She is very
tight, but her 4-year-old vagina opens to allow my tip inside.

"Oooo!" she giggles. "So, so naughty!"

An inch inside isn't enough for me, though. I want to get more
in. As I press, her vagina makes way and lets me enter, though it
hugs me very tightly with hot wetness. I'm not imagining this
heat -- she is hotter inside than a woman! I feel her forehead --
she definitely has a fever!

"You're warm," I say. "Are you feeling OK?"

"I feel fine!"

An extra dimension to being hot, but it feels even better. I
press far in, incredibly far, until our pubic bones meet.

"You did it! You hid it!" she says. "You hid it in my girly
privates! I can feel it! It feels way better than it looks! It's
so big!"

I smile at her, but then look more intently down below. I ooze my
cock back out an inch, then slide it back in. It feels so
fantastic I do it again. I do it faster. I pull out more each
time but jam in harder.

"I'm gonna, I'm gonna..." I say.

"Go ahead!" she says quietly, arms around my neck gently.

I stare into that lovely 4-year-old face, aware of the very small
body below, aware of my connection with that body, my intrusion
inside of it... The pleasure builds to impossible levels before
overwhelming me. I am dimly aware of my cock twitching -- loading
and firing, shooting gobs of cum into the deep end of her pussy
tube.

Through my haze I see this 4-year-old smiling at me.

She snuggles against my side. "I'm so happy," she whispers. "I'm
so glad I could help you feel good."

The impossible. The stamina to do a few dozen girls in an hour on
the beach is impossible. Making Wanda's baby grow by ejaculating
inside her is impossible, as is a baby who appears and becomes
two years old in seconds. But this feels like the greatest
impossibility of all -- to get my cock an inch into a 4-year-old
girl without any detectable worry or confusion. To bury my cock
to the hilt without pain or damage. To thrust, and then to finish
the mating act, to actually ejaculate inside her, with no worry
of future harm and regret. Blessed is the afterlife!

"Wow, that's messy!" she says. I look down. It is remarkably
messy. It looks like a half cup of semen has flowed back out of
her. "Is it a big mess because you felt really, really good?"

"Yes," I say. "Yes, that's exactly why." Maybe in this corner of
the afterlife, volume of ejaculate corresponds to intensity of
desire. I'm kind of surprised it's just half a cup.

"Then goody," she says, turning over to spoon back against me,
safe within my arms. Within a minute she is asleep. I lie in
utter ecstasy for an hour, treasuring the moment. But I get more
and more drowsy. I join her in sleep and the encounter is over.

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I know by now that I wouldn't be here if I didn't have
permission.

She sits on the toilet, sky blue panties around her ankles, above
pink socks and pink sneakers, white dress up around her waist. A
brief hesitation, and the tinkle of pee into the toilet. She
reaches for the paper, wipes herself and lets the moist tissue
fall into the bowl. She's maybe six years old. Then she sees me
walking towards her, smiling and naked -- phallus stiff and itchy
for comfort. She gives me the briefest of dirty looks, then
breaks into a big smile. I kneel, then reach behind to pull her
forward on the seat, her legs spreading wide. I aim my cock at
her little slit, open the lips gently with my fingers and kiss my
cock tip against her opening.

"You're naughty!" she says.

"Oh, yeah, I know... Do you mind?"

"No. Being naughty is kind of fun!"

Magic happens. Blood pulses into her pussy tissue, engorging her
lips. Slick wetness appears, and inside the tissues get hot,
pliant and cooperative.

"Big pressure now... Hold still... Good girl!"

I press forward and the enchanted cunny accepts the intrusion.

"Naughty, naughty, naughty!" she says.

I insist, wedging in further and further.

Her big brown eyes are open wide, staring in wonder. Once I'm in,
I slide out -- then in again, in and out. My hands hold the
girl's rear end, keeping her perched on the front of the toilet
seat, smooth little legs spread wide, panties around her ankles
still. My pelvis tilts rapidly, thrusting the hungry cock deep
inside the small girl's center -- her lower center, her private
parts freely shared, now my private heaven.

"So, so naughty!" she says, but it's a bright, curious face with
no sign of distress.

I gaze at the beautiful little girl as my pleasure builds to
ecstasy, desire to an unstoppable storm, and suddenly it
releases. The lusty alchemists in my loins produce the special,
magic fluid and disgorge it deep in my little brown-eyed girl.
I'm surprised but delighted when I see her face go slack as she
shudders with orgasm.

That was a nice touch. "Very good girl," I say with a panting
smile as I let my organ slide almost all the way out.

"That was the naughtiest ever!" she says, voice wavering.

As my glans emerges from her vagina, a gush of fluid falls out of
her and into the toilet.

"What was that?" she asks, all curiosity.

"That is... That's what I peed into you... That's why I stuck my
penis in there... So I could give you all that..."

I reach for some toilet paper and dab it against her privates to
absorb the last remnants of the flood.

"Oh, that's funny! But it felt so good... so, so good..."

She pulls up panties to cover her precious female part and
smooths her dress down.

I sit back onto the tiled bathroom floor.

"Can you do that every time I pee?" she asks with a mischievous
grin.

"I... I'd like that more than anything!"

"I think I'm gonna go to the bathroom a lot, even if I can only
make a tiny little tinkle!"

"Sounds great to me!"

"But how much tinkle will you do up in me?"

"I dunno... I guess we'll see."

The scene fades.

As it turns out, my lust calls forth at least a tablespoon every
time. At least all 20 times so far.

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I sit on the sofa. Seven-year-old Meghan is curled up on my lap.
She's been crying but now she's stopped. She is a gorgeous bundle
of girl, and I find my cock growing hard in my pants. It will
pass. I will hold her for as many hours as she wants.

She turns and gives me a sleepy, relaxed look and then smiles.
She reaches down to open my fly and fishes out my cock.

"Um, Meghan!"

"Shhh, shhhh," she says, and then shifts around so she's facing
me, chest flat against my chest, legs far out to the side. Her
nose is right in front of mine, and her big gray eyes look out
through her long reddish-brown hair.

"Do it in my cunny. Quick like a bunny, OK?"

Amazed and incredibly aroused, I push my pelvis up. She must be
holding her panties to the side, because my cock tip presses
against a tender pair of girl lips.

I press more, and her slit keeps its promise and gives way,
opening to reveal a vagina that receives my thrust. It feels
fantastic. I pull back to thrust again.

"Put all your goo right in the toilet," she says with an impish
smile. "Quick like a bunny, way up in my cunny!"

It's hot talk that drives me wild. On my third thrust I force my
cock into her as deep as I can and I'm spurting. The ejaculation
goes on and on and on.

"Oooo, lots and lots of goo!" she says.

When my cock stops twitching, I relax.

She says, "Are you finished?"

I nod, eyes rolling back in my head.

With her fingers, she pulls her cunny lips tight around my cock,
and as I pull out all the goop stays up inside.

"Good boy! You did it all right in the toilet! And -- ooooo! It's
all going up into my tummy instead of coming out! It's warm and
nice."

She releases her panties and wiggles around until she's curled up
in my lap again, just like she was before.

As my cock shrinks, I pull it back into my pants.

"Good boy. Quick like a bunny," she murmurs. The whole thing took
maybe two minutes.

I rock her tenderly, resuming this long session of unconditional
love for a girl who couldn't get enough in life.

The interlude was all her idea. But it sure  was fantastic.

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A girl is on a swing, pumping away with glee. She's maybe 5 years
old, wearing a light blue dress and white sneakers. I look
around. We're in a large grassy clearing, surrounded by a pine
forest. The sun illuminates her flying blond hair, giving the
illusion of finest gold thread.

"Hey, can you push me?" she says, seeing me for the first time.

"Sure," I say heading around behind her.

"No, from the front!" she says.

I go around front. Like any kid on a swing, she extends her legs
going forward, and tucks them behind as she goes back. So just
before she tucks them back, I press against the soles of her
white sneakers to give her a strong backswing. She laughs. The
third time she tucks her feet back just before she gets to me so
I have nothing to push on. The next time I move in to push her
knees instead. After two times of that, she keeps her legs out
and her feet push against me hard, making me stagger back. She
laughs hard and I smile.

Her legs aren't close together any more, and on the upswing I get
a view right up her dress to white panties. She is sexy!

I reach forward on the next upswing to grab her feet and hold on.
That makes her suddenly come to a complete stop. She's
momentarily shocked but then laughs. I then push her back to
swing away from me. The next time forward I reach for her feet
but don't actually grab for them, which she finds hilarious.
Every time she comes forward, she doesn't know whether I'm going
to briefly grab her feet to stop here or let her go. Sometimes
she tucks her legs under in time. It's a fun game.

"Hey, your penis is sticking way out!"

I look down, and somehow I'm wearing a T-shirt but nothing below
the waist. We get funny set-ups in the afterlife. My erection is
full, there's no doubt about it.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I say with some embarrassment.

"That's OK," she says. "I've got private parts too." On the next
swing her legs are pretty far apart and my view of her panties is
clear. "You're a nice man, and you used to be before too."

Two swings later I grab her feet and hold her. This time I move
them far out to the sides so I get a good long look at those
inner thighs and the panties. Then I let her go.

She stops pumping, and she swings less. I step forward, and now
she reaches out with her right hand to touch my penis before her
swing brings her back. I smile. The next time she cradles the
underside and my cock is caressed from base to tip by her
receding hand. I hold still for three more caresses.

"Is it sticking out for me?" she asks.

I nod.

"For my panties?"

I nod again.

She looks at me with an earnest smile and lets herself come to a
complete stop. She hitches her skirt up around her waist and
pulls her panties down to her ankles, pulls them off, and hands
them to me.

I smile, find the panty crotch and sniff deeply.

"Ewww!" she says.

I then take the silky panties and put them on my cock. With my
hand I hold the stiff organ inside the silky intimate garment.

"You put your penis in my panties!" She laughs.

She then pumps just a little, sending her forward and back a
single foot.

"Actually, it's what was inside your panties I want most of all."

"Naughty man!" she says.

That doesn't mean no.

I take hold of the chains very near where they join the flat
wooden seat, and move in very close to her. My stiff organ lands
against her chest, pointing up.

"Hi, penis," she says with a smile.

I then slowly push the swing back, staying very close. As she
rises, my penis slides slowly down the front of her dress, from
chest to stomach, then as the angle of her rise increases it
flips past the roll of cloth where the skirt is bunched up. And
then it lands on her mound. I slow my pace as my tip brushes
against her warm flesh. She's sitting far forward on the swing,
with legs spread wide.

I pause as my tip slides down her cleft until it's at the center.
I'm holding the swing up pretty high now. Then I very slowly
reverse direction. But instead of the tip sliding up towards her
belly again, it catches.

Her eyes open with surprise as my tip pushes in against her slit,
gently at first and then harder.

"That's so naughty!" she says with a mischievous smile.

The magic happens. Her lips yield to the pressure and my tip
works inside her vestibule. Her tissues become engorged, and I
feel the lubrication. I stand still but relax my hands to let her
fall back towards me a millimeter at a time.

"Oh, that's fantastic," I whisper.

"You're poking my privates!" she says. "Your penis is. And it's
big, big, big!"

"Do you mind?" I say softly.

"No... new and naughty is fun!"

I am lowering her onto my cock. And her pussy is taking it,
stretching but handling the pressure and the intrusion, letting
my tip show the way to my shaft, burrowing into slick heaven.
Tender, hot girliness, with the same spirit as the fresh face
that gazes at me, eyes wide in trust -- reacting to the novelty
and pleasure. Nothing stops the smooth intrusion until our pubic
bones press together on the outside.

I pause to treasure the moment.

"What happens now?" she asks in wonder.

I smile and push back on the swing an inch, pulling her away from
me, sliding my cock out of her an inch, but then I relax and let
her come forward to engulf me completely.

Pushing a girl on a swing never felt so good.

My cock itches with pleasure and anticipation, my excitement
builds. I am tempted to close my eyes, but instead keep them
locked with hers, the eyes set in the gorgeous face framed with
wild blond hair, glowing with the sun's rays.

My brain is buzzing with pleasure as I push her almost all the
way off of me, then let go.

Gravity impales her on me decisively. My cock surges into her all
the way, and the instant our pubic bones hit, globs of male
essence shoot out of my depths and into hers. Over and over
again.

The sperm drives her into orgasm, and she whimpers. Both
satisfied, we remain chest to chest, smiling at each other.

"That kind of naughty was a whole lot of fun!" she says.

"I'm so glad."

Then I push her away from me. Reluctantly I push the final inch
to bring my glans clear of her inner labia, and a flood of sperm
falls out of her. Most splats onto the ground, while some slides
down my cock.

"What's all that? I didn't have an accident! I swear!"

"No, no... I know you didn't. I'm the one who had the accident.
An accident on purpose. It's all part of the good feelings we
got." I let her back down so that the swing is at rest.

I swipe my hand over her private parts, getting a bunch of goop,
and then wipe it off on my thigh. After repeating four times
she's pretty clean on the outside. I clean my cock in the same
way. My thighs are a little chilly from the evaporation of all
that fluid.

She gets up off the swing, holding her dress up and out of the
way.

I turn her panties right way out and hold them for her to step
into. Then I smooth her dress down.

She jumps up towards me.

Startled, I catch her, cradling her bottom as she wraps her legs
around behind me and gives me a big squeeze.

Then she wriggles free and says, "Bye!"

She gets on the swing facing the other way, her back to me, and
starts pumping.

I give her one big push.

I walk ten yards away, then turn back to see her swinging high,
blond hair wild in the sun once more.

The scene fades.

I really hope I'll see her again, but I haven't -- so far.

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I wake up in a bed to sunshine streaming through the window,
stretching after a lovely night's sleep. The door opens, and
light footsteps come closer. I open my eyes as a girl crawls on
top of me. She's maybe 5 years old, wearing a white dress. She
grins at me. Blue eyes, light brown hair.

"I'm Tina. Can we snuggle under the covers?"

"Um, sure!" I say, totally delighted with the idea. She wriggles
around and disappears underneath. I feel her squirming against my
body, then I hear a giggle. Her voice is muffled.

"You don't have any clothes on!"

"Nope."

"And you have a penis!"

"All men do, you know."

"Yeah, but yours is big and hard!"

"Yeah."

Her head pops out from under the covers. "Why does a penis get
big and hard?"

"Well, when a man and a woman want to make a baby, he sticks his
penis into her vagina, that hole between the woman's legs. And
then some special seed comes out the end and starts a baby in her
tummy."

She wrinkles her nose. It is incredibly cute. "But why is yours
hard now?"

"Kind of like practicing. Happens in the morning sometimes."
Sometimes, but not this morning. This erection started growing
when she crawled up onto me. It grew quickly.

"Wanna know a secret?"

"OK, what?"

She puts her lips to my ears. "I have a vagina too."

"Really!" I say. "Already?"

She beams and smiles.

I say, "I have a secret for you."

"Tell me, tell me!"

I put my lips to her ear. "My penis is hard because you're
beautiful and sexy and I'd like to put my penis in your vagina
and start a baby in your tummy."

She looks at me with shock and wide eyes. "You naughty, naughty
man!"

I turn a little pink.

She gets quiet. "Is it true, you never ever tried to put a baby
in a little girl's tummy when you were alive?"

"Yup."

"Not even once?"

"No, not once."

"Did you do any naughty things with girls? Things that made them
embarrassed or ashamed because of naughty stuff?"

"Never. not even once."

She scrambles up and throws the covers off, then whips off her
white dress and sits on my chest, legs spread wide. It's apparent
that the dress was the only thing she was wearing.

"Wanna play 'Mother, may I?"

"OK!"

"Kiss me for thirty seconds."

I bring my head up towards her, but she backs away. Oh, yeah.

"Mother, may I?"

"Yes, you may."

She leans forward and I touch my lips to her sweet ones, over and
over again. My cock is even harder.

She sits back.

"Lick my little nipples."

"Mother, may I?"

"Yes," she says with a giggle, and leans forward so I can swirl
my tongue around first her left nipple, then her right, swirls
giving way to enthusiastic licks, and then gentle sucking.

She rises up onto her knees, still straddling my chest. Her hands
go lower. Gently she peels her feminine lips apart. I stare
hungrily.

"Look at my vagina," she says.

"Um, uh... mother may I?"

"You looked first!" she says.

"But you hadn't asked me to yet!"

"Yeah, OK," she says, then kisses me once more gently. She lifts
herself up high in the air and takes my cock in her hand. With
her legs spread wide she nestles the tip right into her vaginal
opening. "You sure you never did anything naughty with a real
girl?"

"Yeah, I'm sure!" I say.

"Um... Daddy, may I?" she says.

That's funny and amazing, but mostly I say, "Oh, God yes! Yes,
you may! You absolutely may!"

She lowers herself slowly, and I feel my cock entering hot,
tight, wet girly vagina.

"Oh, oh, mmmm," I moan.

Down she goes, sliding slowly. She bottoms out, kissing her outer
girl parts against the skin at the base of my cock, pubic bones
bumping.

Then she lifts herself up, dragging her vaginal tissues back up
my cock in a way that feels amazing. Then she slides back down
again, then up again. Each time she holds the tight connection at
the bottom. "This feels good!" she says.

"Oh, does it ever!" I say. "Oh, God, this is amazing, oh..." My
approaching climax is apparent.

"Now, gimme the stuff to make a baby!" she says, going up and
down again. "Ejaculate!"

"Uh, mmm, uh, mother may I?"

"Hmmmm.... Let me think about it..."

"Oh, oh, oh, YES!" I say, pushing my pelvis up, lifting her six
inches in the air as my first shot surges into her innards.

"Oh!" she says and shudders. The semen pulses continue inside her
as I admire her 5-year-old body, naked, legs spread, my cock
completely absorbed in her naughty girly part.

She leans forward and lets herself down onto me, head turned to
the left, cheek against my chest.

"Mmmm... What's that funny warm feeling in my tummy?"

By now I know. "I gave you a big present when you felt so good. A
big sloppy present way up inside of you. That's what made you
feel so good. And sometimes your body decides it wants to keep
the present. So it goes up inside your, um, uterus."

"Mmmm. It feels really good in there... Thanks for the present."

My cock softens inside her. But within five minutes it grows
again and stiffens.

She raises her head sleepily and smiles at me. "Are you feeling
naughty again?"

"Yes, yes I am. Boy am I."

She gives a smoky smile.

"Can I -- can I just do it to you all different ways? You let me
know if you don't like something?"

"OK, let's try!" she says.

I turn her onto her left side as I turn onto my right, still
front to front. I surge my penis in and out of her really fast.

"Mmmm!" she says. "Mmm, mmm!" After twenty seconds, she shudders
and whimpers. I'm not quite sure what that's about, since I
didn't come, but I'm not going to stop to ask questions.

I roll her onto her back, my cock still in her depths, then
spread her legs and pound in and out hard and fast, in the old
missionary position.

"Oh, yeah!" she says. "That's so nice, so nice... ooo, nice,
aaahhhhhh!"

It's so exciting I can't control myself. I surge ten more times
and ejaculate way up inside her once again, and she gives a big
shudder.

But my cock doesn't soften. I pull out, then move her so she's on
her side with her knees up, in fetal position. But I can get at
her vagina from behind, and I do. I get at it and fill it and
pump in and out hard. She moans softly. After fifteen strokes,
I'm spurting more gobs of semen up into her. She shrieks as she
comes again. I pause a few seconds, but I want more. I turn her
onto her stomach and lift her butt up, on my knees behind her,
burying my cock once more between her little girl lips, burying
it in the vagina that seems so happy to get poked. There's no
word for what we're doing now other than fucking. I'm fucking
her. She has another orgasm, then I have another, spurting again,
as it starts a bigger orgasm for her. I stand up and lift her
under the arms. She's looking vague but happy. I hold her around
the back with one arm as she puts her legs around behind her
back. Guiding her with my other hand, I set her down gently on my
cock, which slides up inside her as we stand. I hold her butt up
the right distance away from me and stab in and out lustily. She
shudders again as I unload inside her once more.

I find a half-dozen more positions, and in each one we climax
together after thirty seconds of rapid fucking. We're in
missionary position for the third time. I'm pounding away, and it
goes on past thirty seconds. She looks up at me longingly. It
goes on to two minutes, then three, my thrusts earnest and deep
and fast. The pleasure is building the whole time. The
anticipation feels better than the previous orgasms in some ways
but keeps on building. She's staring at me with wide eyes, on the
same path of arousal.

"Oh, God, YES!" I say at last, holding my cock deep and unloading
into her once more through indescribable ecstasy. She has a
matching huge orgasm, but our eyes stay locked.

At last I pull out and lie on my side. There has been no backwash
of fluid out of her during any of this. She must be absorbing it
somehow, into her uterus or bloodstream or something. She turns
over and curls back against me, small spoon inside large spoon.

"You satisfied?" she murmurs.

"Yeah, at last I really am."

"My tummy feels so warm and nice. And kind of full!" She takes my
hand and places it against her stomach just above her pubic bone.
It does seem full. There's a noticeable bulge.

"It was fantastic," she says. "Mmmmm. Can I come see you every
morning?"

"Yes, you can! You absolutely can!"

"Goody," she says.

Gradually our breathing slows. I can feel her fall asleep. I fall
asleep too. The episode is over.

We play "Mother, may I?" many more times, always finding
different fun variants and jokes. And mostly it's just one
ejaculation and matching big orgasm from her, followed by tender
cuddling. But every twenty times or so we do another marathon,
punctuated by the same sort of grand finale we had that first
time. She keeps all my sperm -- none ever flows back out of her.
She's actually got a little bulge there in front. I don't know
what to expect will happen with that.

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It is a fashion show. A private show for me alone. Each girl
comes down the runway in some new, fancy outfit. They're in the
age 10 to 13 range.

I stand in a dark robe, and as the first girl comes towards me,
my erection rises strongly under the robe.

Where I stand, the runway is elevated above the floor about a
foot. When the first girl gets to the end, she rests her hands on
my shoulders.

"You think it's a sexy outfit?"

"Oh, absolutely! It's wonderful!"

"Does it make you want to do something about it?"

"Um, uh, yes, it does... but it's a fashion show!"

"But it's *your* fashion show. It won't take you long, I bet..."
She smirks.

She is right. Keeping her left hand on my shoulder, she lift her
right leg with right hand and holds the knee up. She's lifting
her leg kind of like a dog at a fire hydrant. She's not wearing
panties. I can see how it provides access to her pussy, if a cock
were to apply for entry.

I press my cock up between those silky thighs. She receives the
application, approves it, and orients my penis with fingers.

"Shove," she commands.

Suddenly my cock tip pokes into wet warmth.

I make three quick little thrusts, and on the third one my cock
spews. She had on a wonderful, sexy dress, it had the desired
effect on me, and she got the present she wanted. Up under a
girl's dress, there's always the little spot, the hot wet cave
where a guy can do what he really wants if a girl lets him in.

She holds my gaze for the few seconds it takes for me to finish
unloading.

She then puts her leg back down, turns, and walks back down the
runway. Sperm runs down the inside of her thigh.

But another girl is on her way out. She is sexy too. She stops in
the same place, inviting the same act of raw male lust. She lifts
her left leg instead. She invites me in and I give her innards an
intimate poke and a long series of squirts, my mind reeling with
lusty, ecstatic pleasure and release. As she walks back down the
runway, there's goop running down the inside of both of her legs.

All twenty of them get it.

The dresses they were modeling were cool, I think. But what I
remember is the girls who were inside of them.

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This little girl also wants to reward me for leaving all the
little girls alone when I was alive. And so her 9-year-old body
is naked, she lies on her back with her legs spread wide. And as
my bulging cock pokes between her legs with hope and lust, she
guides it into her little pussy. It's big enough, though, and it
gives me a tight, erotic hug as I press up inside. It is hot and
slick, but not too slick. As my cock slides in and out, her
naughty girl innards give me a velvety massage.

"So, why do you like this so much?" she asks.

"I dunno, it's just the way I'm built. Most men are, though the
others like girls when they're all grown up."

"But why?"

"It's what we humans need to do to make babies. That's why we're
made that way."

"But how does that feel? What else do you think about when you
are doing it?"

"Hmmm," I say, slowing my thrusting to a leisurely pace, each
velvety hug still exquisite -- in, out, in.

"You have a lovely little body. I want to change it. To transform
it. You aren't pregnant. I want to make you pregnant. Give you my
baby, fill you up with it."

"Mmmm, that's nice. I want a baby so much. And the only way I can
get one is if you lie on me like this, shove your thing in and
out, and then give me your goopy present. Thanks so much!"

"Oh, you're very welcome."

"But is there more? More you think about?"

"Yes... I want to do more than just make you pregnant. I want to
change you more than that."

"How?"

"I want to let the baby know how much she'll be loved. And I want
to fill you with goodness, and force out anything bad. Like
diseases, or meanness or sadness."

"Hey, I can feel that... I think I can. I'm feeling all warm down
there."

We both look down and can see it. Around my cock shaft are her
lips. They glow with health and goodness. Her mound and the top
inch or so of each thigh glows. She is beautiful and healthy to
begin with -- fresh, clean and smooth -- but this is more.

I pump with renewed determination and enthusiasm. The bad gets
sucked out of her pussy each time my penis slides out and it
dissipates in the air. But each instroke pumps in goodness. We
can see the glow spreading down each thigh and up past her pubic
bone.

"Oh, that's so nice! Keep doing that! You're making me all good!"

Fucking is hard physical labor, but done joyfully. Now it is
especially joyful.

"Look at the scab on my knee!" she says.

As the glow comes to her knee, the scab disappears and the skin
beneath is as good as new -- better!

On and on I fuck, decisive thrusts deep into her pussy. The glow
spreads up past her nipples and down her calves. It spreads to
her neck and rather quickly spreads down each arm to each finger
tip, while below her toes glow with health. It moves much more
slowly up her neck.

"You're going to clean my mind, too?"

"Yes! So you'll be just as loving as can be to our baby! And,
well, so you'll never want another man to do this to you -- so it
will be only me. So later I can plant more babies, one after the
other."

"That's going a little far, isn't it? I..."

The glowing line rises up her neck, spreading under her chin and
over the back of her neck.

"Trust me... It's all for the best." I thrust harder.

"OK," she says, as the glow spreads to her lips, her nose, her
cheeks, her eyes. And then, I can tell, it's infusing her mind.

"Oh, oh!" she says. "I can see so clearly now. I can't imagine
letting another man up inside me!"

Her innards are glowing too. Heart, lungs, intestines... We can
sense that. She is only 9 years old. But down below her uterus
stirs, her ovaries stir. The goodness concentrates there and
inside her they glow.

"I'm about as good as I could possibly be! The only way I could
be better is with your baby inside me."

"I agree," I say, pumping with renewed vigor, pumping now with a
material, animal purpose in addition to the infusion of goodness.

"Oh, it feels so good! So sexy good! Let my vagina give your
penis the most loving goodness!"

And it does. My cock is surrounded by pleasure and goodness of a
purity and intensity I've never felt before.

"Give me the most goodness of all!" she says. "Finish it off!"

Goodness melds with pleasure and lust and purifies both. My
orgasm is magnificent, while down below my organs mix the
ultimate in goodness, and rocket it into the depths of this
perfect little child.

Immediately she starts moaning and orgasming too. We can both see
below, see my pool of semen glowing brightly. We can see her
vagina and uterus contracting, pulling the liquid goodness up
inside. A little races up and in a flash combines with her egg to
form a new baby. Some of the rest surrounds the fertilized egg,
bathing it in further goodness. The rest makes love to her
uterine lining, growing and perfecting it, preparing it to
welcome the egg-sized baby. The girl and I stare into each
other's eyes, amazed at the goodness and perfection we have
created.

Some people think of the mating act -- penis forced into vagina,
pumping in and out -- as sinful, dirty or disgusting. Others see
it more clearly as natural and fun. Here it was about perfection
-- insistent thrusts to fill her vagina over and over again were
delivering perfection. Physical, emotional, spiritual perfection,
and ultimately a reproductive version of all those as well.

Seeding, purification and enlightenment delivered, my cock
shrinks and withdraws.

In the afterlife people can grow fast when fate calls. Her
womanly parts grow as needed, the baby grows and grows inside.
Perfected and purified as she is, labor is honest hard work but
feels fantastic to her. The baby's trip through her vagina is to
her one long, fantastic orgasm. Out pops our daughter, near
perfection herself. She gets not just nutrition but more
wonderful goodness with her breast milk. Then she somehow
disappears. We don't know where she goes, but we know it's
somewhere wonderful. Maybe she goes back into the real world
somehow, a savior?

I see this girl over and over. She craves more booster shots of
perfection, and I give them to her. When a suitable time has
passed, another egg appears and I plant another perfect little
baby inside her perfect uterus.

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Chapter 4

It's a gigantic summer camp for small girls and it's arrival day.
I'm the camp doctor, and I'm one of the people checking for lice.

The attendant has helped the girls undress before they get to me,
so they arrive in nothing but a pair of panties.

"What's your name?" I ask.

"Hannah."

"OK, Hannah, let me look you over. My, you are a lovely young
girl!" She is. Curly black hair, big brown eyes, a bit more
muscle than the average 8-year-old.

Hannah smiles and looks down. I look through her hair. No nits. I
lift each arm and look in her armpits.

"Open wide... Say ahhh..."

Her mouth looks just fine.

"Hop up on the table...  Panties down...."

She hesitates, then pulls them down. I look in her butt crack for
signs of pinworm and briefly spread her labia. No sign of
trouble. This also lets me verify she's a girl. No little boys
sneaking into this camp!

"All set!" I say. Then I whisper, "Would you like to get a really
good feeling in your private parts?"

She nods.

"Close your eyes...  Lots of pressure now..."

The little girl with the shut eyes gasps as she feels my penis
forcing its way inside.

Five thrusts into her private girl spot and I come. It feels
fantastic.

The instant my little squirt splats into her girly innards, she
shudders and gasps. Her eyes open but they are unfocused.

I pull out.

She never sees my penis. She recovers, looking dazed. "What was
that?"

"A secret! Just between us."

"OK," she says with a game smile. "Sure was a nice secret!" She
pulls her panties up and goes back out to where the attendant is
waiting.

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"Hi, what's your name?"

"Eleanor."

We go through the same inspection. At the same point I whisper,
"Would you like to get a really good feeling in your private
parts?"

She shrugs and nods. A thin cutie, dirty blond hair pulled back
in a pony tail. Between her legs, she's a girl all right. She's
got the mysterious little cave, and it's readying itself. I
mount, penetrate, give nine quick pokes and ejaculate.

She shudders and twitches and opens her eyes.

"Hey, you poked me with your penis!"

"Yep, I did. Let's keep it a secret, though."

"OK... It felt really good!"

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The counselor who comes to see me is maybe 17 years old. Her name
is Heather.

"Some of the girls said you did something with their private
parts when you were doing the inspection. Is that true?"

"Yes, that's true."

"I can't believe it! That's... that's.... that's."

"Let me show you," I say.

"Uhhh," says the girl, but she seems confused. She's athletic,
with big breasts and a pretty face featuring big blue eyes. I lay
her back on the couch, flip up her skirt, pull her panties down,
and mount.

"You shouldn't be doing this," she says. "It's against the
rules." But she's raised her hips to help me as I pull the
panties down, and she spreads her legs. Her body knows deep down
that this is what she's got to do to get a baby.

"I'm gonna tell --"

"Shhh, shhh!" I say. "Big pressure now."

I surge in.

"Ow!" she says.

It seems my phallus ripped through a hymen. "Sorry about that --
but it feels so good!"

"To you, maybe!"

"Just you wait... Aaaahhhhhh!" I ejaculate.

The counselor seizes and twitches, her big blue eyes rolling.

As she lies in a daze, I say, "So, you were asking about the
girls and a fun thing I did in their private parts. I hope we
cleared that up to your satisfaction?"

"Yes," she says with a smile. "Thanks for explaining. I
understand now!"

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A brown-eyed girl walks into my office. She's maybe ten years
old.

"Mary says you did something with her private parts when she got
here. I think she's fibbing. She also said it felt great."

"Yes."

She pulls her jeans and panties down to her ankles, lies back on
the couch and spreads her legs.

"There are my private parts. I dare you to do something that
feels great to me." She crosses her arms over her chest and
glares at me.

"OK!" I say.

I come over to the couch and lie down flat on her. I'm completely
clothed, but my cock is stiff in my pants.

"Nnnnggggg!" she says as a I lean my full weight on her chest.
Down below, out of her sight, I'm pulling down my pants and
underpants, freeing my cock for action.

I take my weight back on my arms and ask, "So, did that feel
great?"

"No!" she says.

"Do you know what a vagina is for?"

"Umm, sort of, when I'm a lot older."

I smile. "Big pressure now."

I aim, I poke gently, then I poke hard. Her vagina discovers it
has a role to play in her life right now as my organ forces
itself into her. By reflex her vagina has wet itself to
facilitate the penetration.

Her eyes are wide. "Uhhhh, hmmm!"

In I go, further and further.

"New and different?"

"Uh, yeah... but it doesn't feel great!" She frowns at me.

Then I slide in and out, pleasure building. "Oooo, ahhhhh," I
say. "You feel so good up there."

"Well, that's not what she said. She said you made *her* feel
great."

"I'm gonna pee in you. What do you think of that?"

"Ewww! No!"

"Yes..."

"Get off of me!"

One big surge, and I climax. I'm gonna teach her a lesson. As I
ejaculate, goopy sperm fills her pussy.

She twitches and moans, and looks up at me with open surprise.

I pull out, get up, and help her get decent and presentable once
more.

"So, was May fibbing?"

The girl shakes her head.

"Are you going to apologize to her?"

The girl nods.

"Shoo! Shoo!" I say.

She leaves.

I smile.

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Counselor Heather comes to see me. "I... Can you do that thing to
me again?"

"What thing?"

"Sexual intercourse. Screwing. Fucking. Mating. Coitus.
Copulation."

I look at her and smile.

"I've been busy with my dictionary."

"Well, at least I know what you mean now. I don't know whether I
want to screw you again or not."

"Why not?"

"I haven't decided if I want to," I say. "I don't know as you've
earned it."

"How would I earn it?"

"I don't know, I'm thinking..."

I think longer than her patience allows. "If you don't do it
again, I'll tell on you!" she says.

"You will not, because then I'd never do it to you again!"

She bites her lip.

"I tell you what... I'll do it to you if you let me come into
your cabin after the girls are asleep and see if they want me to
do it to them."

"Huh? I couldn't possibly!"

"All the girls you've talked to like it, right?"

"Yeah..."

"And you'd really like to get that fantastic feeling up inside
your naughty pussy tube again?"

"Yeah..."

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I knock softly on Heather's cabin door, and she quietly lets me
in.

"Oh, good!" she says, pulling me towards her bed.

I resist.  "The girls first," I say. "A counselor should always
think of her campers first."

She gives me a dirty look. "I could get fired for this."

"Of course you could. So could I."

"That's for sure! Let me follow you and make sure you don't hurt
any of the girls."

"Well, OK. Who's this?"

"Stacy."

I shake her shoulder. "Hi, Stacy. Would you like me to do
something in your panties that feels really good?"

"Huh?" She looks over my shoulder at Heather.

"It's OK if you do," says the counselor.

"OK," says sleepy Stacy.

"Jammies down -- panties too... Good girl.... Big pressure
now..."

"Oooo!"

I pause to savor the moment. It's nearly dark in the cabin and
I'm on a little girl's bed. The sheets are pulled back, her
jammies and panties are around her knees, and my cock is buried
in her pussy. Her counselor is looking over my shoulder.

Four big thrusts and I spit a blob of magic sperm into her
naughtiest place.

She shudders and twitches and smiles. She is half asleep by the
time I'm sliding my manhood out of her.

Heather fixes up the little one's clothes and tucks her in again.

I'm on to the next girl. None of them says no. Some giggle when
they feel their pussies being stretched so wide and filled so
full, others yelp a little or look with wide eyes. But they all
twitch in ecstasy when I am just as naughty as I can possibly be
inside their very naughty parts.

I've done all twelve now, and feel very satisfied. "Thanks,
Heather," I say, tousling her hair.

"What about me?" she asks, agitated.

"Oh, right, you!"

I crawl under the covers with her. Primed in her expectation, she
has an ordinary orgasm as I massage her womanly slit. She has
another ordinary one as my cock thrusts into her depths. She's
having such a nice time that I fuck away happily. Every minute or
so she has another orgasm.

"So, are you satisfied?" I ask, slowing down.

"No!" she says. "I need... I need you to do it."

"You're awfully demanding," I say. "You've had -- what, six
orgasms?"

"Yeah, but not the big kind."

"So what do you want?"

"You know!"

"Tell me."

"I want you to get your penis in all the way -- that stiff,
wonderful penis -- and then spit out your magic stuff inside me."

"OK!" I say. My pleasure has been building, and five seconds
later I do just what she asks. I spit boy slime into the pocket
by her cervix to mix with her girl slime.

The boy slime makes her convulse with ecstasy.

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Word spreads. more counselors come in to see what it's all about,
they find out, and they are all eager to do whatever it takes to
get it again.

Then the camp director Mrs. Watkins comes in.

"I've heard a rumor that there is something terrible going on."

"Something that all your counselors think is amazing and
wonderful?"

"Well, that's what they say, but you realize they are minors! And
you are in a position of authority over them?"

I've got to demonstrate this for her too. Mrs. Watkins struggles
a bit and says, "Get your hands off me! No, you may not!"

"Don't you want to feel what it's like? So you can make a
personal report?"

"Well..." she says. I stuff her pussy. I fuck her. After twenty
strokes I come, and she moans in amazement and ecstasy.

"What you're doing is awful!" she says. "Really awful!" But I can
tell that her indignation has no heart behind it.

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The girls range in age from about 4 up to 11. There are a hundred
of them. They are all sexy, and the very quantity makes my lust
for each of them individually higher.

I poke into their jammies and inside their panties and up their
little cunnies every night. I do the nine counselors too. Every
little pussy gives me a hot, wet hug and then receives my
ejaculation. None of these girls leak -- they all take the sperm
into their tummies. I don't end up giving them very much fluid --
maybe even in the afterlife dehydration would be a problem. But
delivering the little blob feels fantastic to me, and it's plenty
to get them going too.

Girls start sleeping without panties or jammy bottoms. Some of
them barely wake up, but they all smile when I penetrate them,
and they all twitch and moan when I piddle in them.

They start calling it sweet dreams. At this camp there's always
been a contest for the cleanest cabin, and now in addition to the
dumb little trophy there is a new prize -- an extra round of
sweet dreams. The cabins are all cleaner than ever.

The prize for the fastest swimmer, the loveliest craft project,
the best archery score, the best tennis player -- it's always now
enhanced with three extra sweet dreams. The girls gain
proficiency in all things as never before.

I have a favorite girl in the whole camp. Her name is Emily, and
she's five years old. I invite her to sleep with me at night.
They all like me so much that they'd all jump at the chance, but
Emily is the one I want. So in the couple hours I have when I'm
not copulating with the other little girls and ejaculating sweet
dreams into their small pussies, I sleep with Emily in my arms.
She gets a couple extra twitchy happy dreams too, just because I
feel like it.

Sometimes the girls have fought off sleep in a mighty effort and
are still awake when I come in. They prance around, naked from
the waist down, sometimes begging to be first. But they know they
have to take turns. And so at first eleven little girls stand
watching, squirming and rubbing their little pussies in
anticipation, while I squirt ecstasy into one of their little
buddies and she drifts off to sleep. Then there are ten watching,
then nine, then eight... The counselor watches too, though she's
too dignified to be naked from the waist down. When all her
little charges have a little dollop of sweet-dream sperm tucked
way up inside and are then tucked into bed, she gets her turn.

A week before the end of camp, the girls want to see how long it
takes for me to give them all a sweet dream if we all cooperate
to make it quick. The eager girl spreads her legs wide, I bury my
cock and give a squirt after five strokes. After I withdraw, I
turn to a girl spread for the taking on the bed behind me.
Meanwhile, the other girls close the ecstatic little thing's legs
and roll her onto her side, making a row of girls like spoons in
a drawer. The next one gets into position with legs spread as she
watches my twitching buttocks as I fuck her pal. When I turn,
cock hard and slick, she knows her injection is coming soon. And
she gets it, right on schedule. It turns out to take about 15
seconds per girl. So the whole camp is done in under half an
hour.

They say that meant I could do them each during nap time too. I
say no. A guy has to set some limits.

None of the girls is half asleep on the last night. They are all
wide awake, but anticipating this I arrive in each cabin earlier
than usual. They are mostly sad as I approach. Some say earnestly
that they love me. They know it will be the last time, but I can
console each one with a very sweet dream, even if it is the last.

We all agree I should be gone before the parents arrive to pick
up the kids. No one spills the beans.

And in a nice finishing touch to the summer, I find I've made all
twelve of the counselors pregnant.

But then this is the afterlife, and pregnancies aren't exactly
real. People don't really say goodbye. They don't grow old and
die. And a little girl who wants a little dab of naughty man goo
in the deepest part of her naughty girl tunnel can always get
more. There's plenty of time.

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I'm walking up the steps of the same Ivy League-like
administration building. I enter, and the same man is standing
there. I haven't seen him since I first arrived.

"Hey, Zach, how's it going?"

"Great!"

"You understand the afterlife now?"

"Pretty well, I think. I know I'm having a hell of a good time!"

"Yeah, it is awfully nice."

"Better than any of those descriptions of heaven I heard about
back when I was alive."

"Right. And there are more pleasant surprises in store for you.
Things that are even better."

"Even better? Wow..."

"But tell me, Zach, do you remember why this afterlife is such a
good experience for you?"

"Um, hmmm, oh -- I remember! I led a pretty good life. I didn't
do anything too bad."

"Except the one bad thing, and you paid for that, right?"

"I regret it, and I sure paid, just like I deserved to."

"And in particular, all the fun you're having with small girls,
what did you do in life that made all that fun possible?"

"Right. I know. It was because I never, ever, even once did
anything sexual with a small girl when I was alive -- that's why
I get to have ever so much fun here!"

"That's right, Zach. That's right. And here's something you may
not know. You can pay off some other crimes, but there's no way a
person can atone here for sex with a small girl while alive. So
what would your advice be for pedophiles who haven't made it to
the afterlife yet?"

"Um, never, ever do anything sexual with a small girl!"

The man nods and smiles. The scene fades.

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Now I'm in a bed, in the dark. On either side of me is a small
girl, curled against my side, sleeping peacefully. I'm feeling
tired too. Mmmmm.

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