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That Time I Died: Part 2

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (Dawkins Blog) — Fri, 24 Apr 2026 12:00:00 +0000

That Time I Died: Part 2

Some women were waiting for me.

In 2 parts, by DragoTime. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

I realized that everyone on Earth who described Heaven was wrong. They talk about it being a place of eternal bliss. But that is an understatement, let me tell you. It is so, so much better. Every thrust gave me more pleasure than I'd ever dreamed could be possible. My no-longer-virginal cock was screaming out with joy as this heavenly pleasure tore through it. My bliss angel s lovely cunt seemed to have a swallowing motion and it seemed to draw my cock further up and further in.

My mind was a mixture of disbelief that this was happening to me and my brain trying to work out what to do next. And certainly the moans and whimpers I was letting out were far from manly.

Hell s Torment

Meanwhile, those who had had red flames on their hands were significantly less comfortable. They had been led into a cramped, dark room, where some rather unfriendly-looking angels were waiting for them. The room was boiling hot, which only added to their discomfort. The angel Dominique, who had led them in, stood at the front.

"Hello everyone," she said. "As you have possibly worked out by now, you're all dead. And as I'm sure you've all now worked out, you're in Hell."

"Hell!?" Miss Wilson shouted. "Why!? How!?"

"God has classed you as selfish sinners, and it is his will that you are to suffer unimaginable torment for all eternity." Several people were in tears by now. "Please note that there is no right of appeal. God's will is final. Escape is impossible, and there will be no break at any point. Once the pain starts, it won't ever end."

The sinners' bodies were them consumed with fire, and they screamed in agony as they were taken for their punishment. Miss Wilson appeared in a flame-filled cavern, and she looked at her surroundings. She saw 3 naked angels looking at her. To her horror, they had erections that were several feet long and thick, and covered in spikes.

"Sally Wilson," one of them said. "On no less than 463 occasions you cheated on and lied to your then-boyfriends."

"As such, you are to spend the next 463,000 years experiencing excruciatingly painful sex."

The angels approached her, and mercilessly crammed one cock into her cunt, one into her ass, and one into her mouth. It was agonizing for Miss Wilson, but she couldn't scream from her mouth being filled.

"Oh, and we should mention," said the third angel. "When you cum, it will only give you pain. When we cum however, we will ejaculate lava. Enjoy."

In other parts of Hell, meanwhile, the others who'd been damned were being introduced to their first punishments. Aaron was having his genitals devoured by tiny insects, and not enjoying it one bit.

"Don't worry," said his torturer. "When they re done with your bits, they'll move right on to your internal organs." Lexi meanwhile was finding out what a bath in an infinitely acidic solution felt like. Others were simply dumped into pits of infinitely hot fire, pending further torture.

A Note on the Nightstand

I passed out after that previous orgasm with Jayma, my body unable to cope with any more. I woke up laid on my back in bed, my cock now noticeably soft. I looked around, and Jayma was nowhere to be found, although she'd apparently tucked me in before she left. I then noticed a note on my bedside table.

Jimmy, I got called away suddenly, but I had a really great time meeting you.
I'm sure we'll meet again at some point. Until then, have an eternity of great days.

- Jayma

Great, now what, I found myself thinking. I got out of bed, and looked around my room. Or rather, the room that looked like my bedroom. My real bedroom was back on Earth. This place seemed to be a perfect copy of it though, with not a thing out of place. Although if God is truly as powerful as they say, that shouldn't be surprising. I wondered if God was watching me right now. I suppose if he saw everything then he would be. That'd take some getting used to. I walked over to my window, and saw it was getting on to sunset. Outside my "house" my neighborhood seemed perfectly normal, although there didn't seem to be anyone around. I wondered if I could go and walk around.

My ponderings were interrupted by the sound of singing from downstairs. I walked down there, noticing that the rest of the house was an equally-accurate depiction of the real one, and followed the singing into the kitchen. There I saw a naked girl, about my age, bent over the oven to look inside, giving me a very good view of her ass.

"Um, hello," I said.

"Oh, hello," the girl said, turning around and smiling at me. "My goodness, you've certainly grown up."

"Grown? Do I know you?" She looked sort of familiar.

"You don't recognize me?" She asked. "Well, I suppose I do look a lot different to when you last saw me."

"I've never seen you before in my life. Or afterlife; I don t think?"

"I died about 6 years ago. You were really very sad. You cried for hours in your bedroom."

"Granny?" I speculated.

She nodded. My grandmother, Mary, had indeed died 6 years ago, and I'd been heartbroken.

"But, how?" I asked.

"Jimmy, this is the afterlife. I died, and was admitted to Heaven. For the last 6 years I've been enjoying my eternal reward." Without hesitation, I ran to my grandmother, and hugged her tight.

"I've missed you so much," I said.

"I've missed you too, Jimmy, although we've never truly been apart.

"What do you mean?"

"I've been watching over you. All those hardships you've faced, I was there cheering you on."

"You've been watching me? You mean even when I'm, alone?"

"Yes Jimmy, I've even watched you masturbate. There's nothing embarrassing about that. You were simply enjoying the limited earthly pleasure God allowed you to feel."

It was at this point I realized that the two of us were completely naked. My 18-year-old grandmother's perfect tits were pressing against my chest, and my hard cock was rubbing against her skin.

"Sorry," I said, backing off.

"Jimmy, nothing is taboo here. It is good that we arouse one another." And with that, my grandmother kissed me deeply on my lips.

"Gran, I,"

"The angels asked me to come and see you, to try and help you adjust to Heaven. Why don't we go and sit down?"

My grandmother led me over to the sofa, and we sat down on it. You can have wonderful sexual experiences with anyone, here in heaven, but there will be some special people you really have a special desire for. And there will also be some people who have a special desire for you. You have to stay open and receptive, or you ll miss some wonderful experiences. But worse yet, you ll deny others of those opportunities, as well. Granny let that point sink in.

Wow I said, as I started to speculate on her words.

"So how did you enjoy your first night in Heaven?" My grandmother asked me.

"Well, um, it was good, I guess," I replied, not really comfortable talking about sex with my grandmother.

"Nonsense Jimmy, it was the single greatest thing you've ever experienced. I was watching the whole thing, and I cheered as Jayma made you a happy man."

I felt so embarrassed at this.

Grandma s eyes sparkled as she related a story to me; "When I died, I was greeted by an angel called Mavro. He showed me pleasure beyond belief. Pleasure your granddad could only dream of giving me."

"Granddad was bad at sex?"

"I wouldn't say "bad", per say. He was great for the first 20 years. Then his alcoholism got worse, and he tried really hard. But he just wasn't up to the task."

"Yeah, the sex here is pretty great," I said, still not entirely comfortable with this conversation. "But then, I never knew what sex on Earth is like," I pointed out.

"I know, it's a real shame, isn't it? I kept screaming at you to ask girls out, but you never did it."

"Sorry," I blushed.

"Well, there were at least 4 of them who would have loved to be your girlfriend, but you were just too doubtful. Anyway, it doesn't matter. You're here now, to enjoy the infinite pleasure God wishes to reward us with."

My grandmother then took my hand and brought me out to the back patio. A nude young lady was reclined on the big double hammock.

Jimmy, meet Gia. She s come over to meet you, because I told her that the two of you are perfect for each other. Granny smiled and gestured for me to join the petite Hispanic babe. I laid down, and Gia wrapped her arms around me. My head was positioned on her tits, using them as a soft pillow. It was a strange experience.

"Would you like something to drink?" Gia asked me with a big smile.

"Like what?" I asked, and she just grabbed her tits. "Oh,"

"Jimmy, many years ago I fed your infant father from these breasts," Gia said. "Now they will feed you. I lived next door to your grandparents and became a wet nurse for your dad."

I looked to granny for a confirmation. Grandpa got laid off and I had to go to work while he was unemployed. Gia offered to care for your dad, and for about 8 months she devoted herself to your father s care.

Gia took hold of my head, and guided my mouth to her nipple. I latched onto it, and began sucking. Warm milk flowed from Gia's tits and into my waiting mouth. It was different to Aris's. While she had lactated many wondrous liquids unknown to mankind, this was merely mother s milk , albeit the most delicious milk I had ever tasted. My initial hesitation vanished, replaced by an insatiable hunger for this sweet nectar.

As I sucked Gia dry, I felt her hand take hold of my cock, and begin stroking me.

"You're such a good boy," she said. "You deserve infinite pleasure." I switched nipple, eager to give both tits the attention they deserved. Gia continued jerking my cock, wanking me off intensely. The strength of my heavenly arousal meant that I couldn't contain myself for even a minute.

"Uh shit," I groaned. "I'm gonna cum," As the pressure built, Gia lifted my head away from her chest, and got me up on my knees. With one hand supporting my back, and one hand supporting my cock, I erupted. Hot cum spewed forth from my cock at the same impossible rate I'd yet to become accustomed to in Heaven. Gia opened her mouth, and took in what cum she could, the rest splattering across her face. She then moved my cock to point at her tits, and I coated them in a thick layer of cum as well.

It's weird, aside from my enlarged genitals, my heavenly body was identical to my mortal body. Which meant it was also not used to orgasms of this intensity, frequency or duration. I could almost hear my balls, wondering how and why they were able to replenish and supply my cum so quickly, and my prostate, working overtime to provide me with a plentiful ejaculation.

When my orgasm finally ended, I feel forwards, collapsing into Gia's waiting arms. Her body was covered in cum, which meant mine now was, but it didn't matter. I was now more comfortable, relaxed and happy than I had ever been. My cock softened, but the arousal was still there. It felt nice.

I don't know how long we relaxed for; time has little meaning in the afterlife. All I know is my relaxation was interrupted by a buzzing from the kitchen.

"The cookies are ready!" Gia declared excitedly. She released me from her hold, and ran off to the kitchen to fetch them. "Why don't you lay down in the living room and turn the television on?" I sat up, my chest still covered in my cum.

I stopped by the bathroom and cleaned up, then laid on the couch and picked up the TV remote. I turned it on, and flicked through the channels. Everything on was something I liked; my favorite films and TV shows were amazingly all playing at once. I suppose it shouldn't have surprised me, as the whole point of this place was to give me everything I wanted.

Gia walked in, carrying a large plate of chocolate chip cookies. She set it down next to me, and then knelt on the floor.

"Enjoy them," she smiled, before taking my hardening cock in her mouth.

"Oh," I moaned, before picking up a cookie and eating it. Like everything else here, it was incredible. I swallowed it, and took another, before sitting back and relaxing to watch the TV. If you'd told me a week prior that I'd soon be sat watching Back to the Future, and eating the greatest cookies in the universe while my father s wet nurse gave me a blowjob, I'd have told you to fuck off. But it's a good thing I didn't, because then maybe God would have sent me to Hell, and I'd be experiencing unimaginable pain right now, instead of pleasure. If I'd known this was how God rewarded the virtuous, I'd have turned to religion long ago.

I watched the entire film trilogy, experiencing a new orgasm every few minutes. Gia never stopped sucking me for a second, swallowing every drop of the gallons of semen I released into her mouth. I was still amazed by the fact that my cock never showed any sign of fatigue; my loads remained big, my erection remained full, and it never felt the slightest bit sore. Just hours of unbridled oral pleasure for me.

As the credits rolled on Part 3, I had yet another orgasm, which of course involved releasing yet another enormous load into Gia s mouth. She swallowed it all, and then pulled her mouth off of me, kissing the tip as she went. She then crawled onto the sofa, and gave me a soft, loving kiss.

"Let's go to bed, Jimmy," Gia purred. "I want you to make love to me."

I just nodded, and took Gia s hand in mine. We got up, and walked hand-in-hand up the stairs and to my room. Slamming the door shut, we grabbed hold of each-other's ass and made out passionately, our entire beings consumed with lust. Eventually I gave in, and grabbed my Gia, tossing her onto the bed with a fury. She moaned enthusiastically, and spread her legs wide. Without hesitation I climbed on top and thrust my cock into her.7

When I'd fucked Jayma, I'd been overwhelmed by nerves and sensations, which had made thrusting and the like a tad difficult. Well, the sensations here were just as great, if not greater, however my confidence had improved greatly. With Jayma I'd also still been stuck in the mortal mindset of trying to hold back my climax as long as possible, to savor the one orgasm I'd have. But now I realized that here in Heaven, orgasms were plentiful. They were not the climax of sex, they were something to be savored over and over again. So as I pounded into Gia s cunt, my thoughts were only on making the two of us cum as soon as possible.

And cum I did. Barely 40 seconds after entering Gia, I was filling her up with my seed. I grabbed hold of her tits and grinded her cunt as I ejaculated hard. I then resumed my vigorous thrusting, not even waiting for my orgasm to finish first. Gia too came within a minute, so I got to enjoy the exquisite sensations that accompanied her vagina contracting around my cock. But still we fucked, determined to reach many, many orgasms before the night was out.

When I woke up the next morning, I was immediately greeted by a warm wetness surrounding my cock, and another warmth across my whole front. I woke up, and was reminding that I was laid on top of my lovely Gia, with my erect cock buried deep within her. Allowing my instincts to take over, I leaned down and kissed her softly.

"Umm," she whimpered, and opened her eyes slowly. "Morning Jimmy."

"Morning," I said, kissing her again.

"Have fun last night?" She grinned.

"Very much so. It was," I emphasized.

"Heavenly?" We both laughed at that, which is an interesting experience when you're inside a girl at the time.

We made out for a few minutes, and then just gazed at one-another.

"What shall we do today?" I asked.

"Well," she replied. "Tonight there's a little gathering I'm supposed to take you to."

"Gathering?" I asked. Don t you have any family here, Gia?

"You re my desire, Jimmy. I lost my husband when we were expecting our first child. Gia explained. He was shot by the enraged husband of the woman he was having a secret affair with. I was devastated, but your grandparents were so nice to me. I had a baby boy, but the baby died in his sleep at just 4 months.

I was grieved at hearing this sad tale.

Don't worry about it. Your grandparents were so helpful and asked me to be like an auntie to your father, who was just two months old, at the time. I was so impressed with your grandpa and grandma, and I wished I had a man who was like your grandpa. Gia looked deep into my eyes and smiled.

Did you remarry I wondered aloud.

No, I never found the right man, down there. She explained. It wasn t until yesterday, that I found a man like your grandpa.

I took several minutes to take in all the ramifications of her words. I held her for a few more minutes, then said; "Well then," I said, beginning to thrust. "Why don't we get right back to making love then?"

"That sounds like a wonderful idea, Jimmy."

I went slower that morning, still half-asleep, and not as desperate to cum as I'd been the previous night. Still though, it felt absolutely incredible, making love to Gia while we kissed passionately. After about two minutes we came simultaneously, and we stopped thrusting, and merely kissed slowly in order to savor the moment. For nearly 45 seconds I ejaculated, each shot providing me with unbelievable pleasure.

When it was over, I picked up Gia by the ass, and she yelped.

"Come along my lady," I said, my cock still buried inside her. "Time to wash off." I got us out of bed, and carried Gia out of my bedroom towards the bathroom. What I saw in there shocked me. Our ordinary bathroom had been transformed into one fit for a king. The bath had become a giant hot tub, and there was a huge shower cubical for us in it.

I took Gia into the shower, and set her down, my cock sliding out of her for the first time in hours. Gia turned around, and I took the opportunity to teasingly spank her.

24: Jack and Nina.

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (Dawkins Blog) — Thu, 23 Apr 2026 01:40:40 +0000

24: Jack and Nina.

Jack Bauer gives Nina Myers more than expected.

Based on a post by Talking Bowl. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Nina Myers stared at Jack Bauer, a mixture of fear and vulnerability in her eyes. Just moments before, Ed, who had been sent along with Jack to help guard her on the truck ride to the airport, had slumped over unconscious into Jack's lap, the victim of a ‘mickey’, which the rogue CTU agent had slipped into his bottled water. It had taken her tired mind, already rattled by Jack's previous violent interrogations back at HQ, a few minutes to process the full implication of the look on his face. To see the faintest trace of a smirk that played across his lips, and realize that he had been in the process of outwitting her, even as she had thought she was doing the same to him. Her previous taunts faded from her lips, and she stared at him in fear, dry-mouthed, her heart thumping in anticipation.

For what seemed like an eternity, they did not speak. The only noise came from the dull roar of the engine, the rattle of the truck as it jostled down the road, the almost imperceptible sound of their breathing, and Nina's heartbeat, which, although only she could hear it, was almost deafening to her ears. Finally, she licked her lips, swallowed hard, and screwing up her bravado, said:

"You got me, Jack." The words came out in a husky croak. He did not speak or move. Clearing her throat and holding her head a little higher, she tried again.

"What are you going to do to me now, Jack? Kill me?"

"I would never give you the satisfaction," he hissed. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, he started to move towards her, bracing himself against the pitch and roll of the vehicle.

"What, then?" Bolder still. "Beat the shit out of me? Leave me unconscious for the guards to find, and then say I slipped and fell?

"Or is it a mind-fuck;" (she caressed the word fuck, trying to make him savor it) "you want? Interrogate me a little more, try to make me piss myself, and hope I'll end up blubbering everything to you? Even you can't be that na ve," Nina sneered. "Don't forget, Jack, I'm as good at this as you are."

Jack smirked. "Not quite." He was halfway towards her now. "Don't forget who's in chains here."

"And why is that, Jack? Because I got away with something you never thought I could? Because I did it right under your nose and you never had a goddamn clue?" Fire glinted in her eyes. "Because you had the chance to kill me, but you just didn't have the balls to; "

Nina's words turned into a yelp as Jack's hand shot out from his arm, grabbing her by the throat. The momentum of his grasp was so great that it lifted Nina out of her seat, until she was standing tilted back against the honeycombed metal walls of the truck. He rammed his torso against hers, pinning her in place, and put his face so close to hers that she could practically taste his hot breath with her tongue. The musky scent of his skin filled her nostrils, bringing back lewd memories despite the pain at her throat. Voiceless, she croaked out;

"Jack; let go; "

"Beg me," he snarled.

"What?"

"Beg me, Nina."

"; please; "

"Please what?"

She stared at him blankly.

"Please what!" He tightened his grip, making her choke anew. "You may not work for me anymore, Nina, but you are still under my command! And as long as you are under my command! You will do! As I fucking say!" His face was flushed red, his breast heaving with exertion. "Now Please, fucking what?"

"Please; Sir; "

"What?" His voice suddenly dropped in volume to a husky purr, and he put his ear up to her mouth. "What was that? Speak up, I can't hear you."

Nina tried to speak, but could only make choking noises. Realizing he had made it impossible for her to carry out his orders, Jack loosened his grip on her throat, ever so slightly. Trying again, Nina gasped out:

"Please; sir; will you let go of my throat?"

Without a word, Jack let go of Nina's throat, but kept his body pinned against hers. Nina gasped as the air rushed back into her lungs. Her breathing was still slightly constricted from the pressure of Jack's weight against her ribs and diaphragm, but at least she no longer felt as if she were drowning for lack of air.

Silence again, more charged than before. Jack's mouth by her ear, hers by his. Breathing in tandem, as much out of force of habit as out of comfort in their close quarters. Nina became aware of the fact that Jack's pelvis was pressed up against hers. Was it intentional? You never could tell, with Jack.

"So you're not going to kill me, Jack."

He said nothing.

"And you're not going to beat me up, either."

No response. She thought she could read agreement on his face, but wasn't sure.

"Then what are you going to do to me?" A slight note of fear in her voice, more than she would have liked, which she tried immediately to push away.

He turned his face and looked her dead in the eye. His left hand crept around the back of her head, cupping it for support. He leaned in closer and, a trace of the arrogant smirk still on his lips, hissed at her:

"Anything. I. Want."

Nina knew it was true. He could do anything at all to her, and would most likely get away with it. Even if he were found out, who at CTU would defend her at this point? It took all her inner steel to avoid breaking down in tears at the thought.

Jack's face drew even closer to Nina's. His breath felt warm on her face, yet his eyes still glittered with hatred. For a second, she thought he might strike her. Bite her. Spit in her face.

Instead, to her surprise, she felt Jack's lips burning on hers. His tongue battered its way into her mouth as he kissed her violently. This time, there was lust mixed in with his anger, and the mixture sent a shiver through Nina in spite of herself. Almost instantaneously, she was furious both at him for taking advantage of her like this, and at herself for – she had to admit it – liking it.

There was no doubt Jack was enjoying it too, in his own perverse way – the steadily fattening bulge in his jeans, burning against Nina's thigh, was proof enough of that. Not much blood going to his head right now, thought Nina. Seeing a chance to regain her edge in the situation, she kissed him back with gusto, trying to turn him on as much as possible. Just give him a nice big hard-on, and pretty soon he'd be weak enough to ease up on her. Ask her if the shackles were hurting her. Reach for the key and undo her, and just when he thought she wouldn't try to get away –

All of a sudden, Nina felt Jack simultaneously disengage from her mouth and crotch. The hand that had been resting at the base of her skull only moments before yanked her head back by the roots of her hair, so far that she could barely breathe. Jack stood up, by now gasping for breath. His face was red; his erection strained the seams of the well-worn denim clinging to his lower body. Yet he seemed completely in control, both of himself and of her. Nina's mouth and pelvis burned at the withdrawal of his venomous lust, at the same time as her mind cried out in fury at being foiled by his ever-calculating mind.

"You thought you'd get off that easy, you piece of shit?" Jack shook his head in mock amazement. He leaned his face back in to hers and hissed:

"I fucking own you. Do you understand me, you little cunt?"

“Yes."

"Yes what, ass rag?"

"Sir! Yes sir!" Nina shouted. Her humiliation fueled her arousal.

Jack let go of her hair, shoving her head forward so hard that Nina was sure her neck was broken. She saw him kneel on the floor and go through Ed's pockets, searching for the key to the cuffs that bound her wrists and ankles together. She willed her facial muscles to remain neutral, but permitted herself an inward smile of triumph. Santa Barbara all over again. She had him by the balls.

Jack found the keys, tried several of them before finding the right one, and undid the cuff attached to her broad leather belt and the one that connected her ankles to her wrists via a narrow metal chain. He disengaged those bonds completely and tossed them on the floor. She shifted slightly, anticipating the release of her hands and feet, but to her surprise, he left those cuffs on, throwing the keys over his shoulder, where they bounced off of Ed's inert body and skidded across the floor.

Gingerly bracing his body against the truck's motion, Jack walked back towards Nina, the small smirk back on his lips. His left hand grabbed the chains binding her wrists and shoved them behind her neck, so that her hands were practically behind her head. Quick as a flash, she saw his right hand reach for something, heard the well-oiled flick of a blade popping out of its sheath, and before she knew it, Jack had a knife at her throat. MicroTek Halo, she registered.

"Now," he said, all business despite his barely concealed rage. "If you try to pull any more shit on me, or disobey me in any way, I will hurt you in ways you could only imagine. You'll fucking pray for death before I'm through with you. Understood?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good," he said. He gently caressed her cheek with the butt of the knife, a twisted mockery of a tender lover's gesture. "Now lean back so that your head is touching the wall. Slowly."

Trembling, she complied. As she did so, she noticed that her lower body tilted out over the seating bank, pelvis forward, legs splayed, as though she were presenting herself to him. Jack had planned it that way, no doubt. How like him, she thought bitterly.

His left hand released her wrists, then traveled down to the front of her drab prison uniform. The hand holding the knife never left her throat. One by one, he undid the buttons, his thumb and forefinger working to pop each button gently yet firmly out of its hole. When he reached the buckle on her belt, he paused, as though contemplating his next move. Still acting one-handed, he loosened the tooth of the buckle from its leather hole so that the belt hung slack around her waist, then pulled it slowly down her thighs, almost to her knees.

"Put your knees together."

She did so, wordlessly. He cinched the belt tightly around her legs, so that her loins touched each other. He chuckled softly to himself.

"Just think. If you'd kept your knees together before, none of this would have happened."

"Jack; " she began to protest, forgetting herself.

"Shut up." He barely raised his voice, but she knew he meant it. She obeyed, but her eyes glittered with anger and frustration.

Jack continued his slow, methodical unbuttoning of her uniform top, until he had undone the very last button. Then, in one supple motion, he yanked down her uniform bottom around the belt, exposing her plain white cotton panties. He then stood back up, replaced the point of the blade where it had been before, and pushed the fabric of the top far enough off her shoulders to expose the straps of the cheap standard-issue bra they had permitted her in prison. He smirked again, reading her mind – he knew how much she liked nice underwear, and how much it humiliated her to have to wear cheap, unflattering crap. Before she could even gasp in shock, he had cut both the straps with the knife, so that the bra hung loosely around her tits. He pulled down the fabric on each cup, one at a time, so that each nipple was just barely exposed. Nina's nipples had been fully soft in the steamy heat of the truck, but as Jack knowingly circled his thumb around her right one, they both watched it harden at his touch.

"Is this what you're going to do to me, Jack?" Nina spat in a low voice. "Tear my clothes off and fuck me in the back of this truck?"

Jack said nothing. The hand with the knife slipped around behind her neck until his hand rested between her neck and shoulder, as though embracing her, but with the blade still pointed where it could hurt her if need be. His other thumb left her right nipple and started massaging her left one. He gazed directly at it, both pleased and fascinated by the effect he was having on her body in spite of itself. Nina's face flushed, but she continued:

"How do you think you're going to explain yourself when we get to the airport and the guards find me like this? Do you think they're going to just hand you your Get Out of Jail Free card and say, 'Okay, Jack, just don't let it happen again?' Even you can't be that crazy."

At this, Jack pinched her nipple – hard – between his thumb and forefinger. Nina yelped involuntarily, then held back another gasp as he continued to roll it around in his grasp, firmly yet – could it be? – gently. He continued to switch off, from left tit to right and back again, until he was sure both nipples were painfully hard, and then smiled again ever so slightly in satisfaction. Nina was almost wincing at the effects of her own arousal, but she somehow managed to hold herself in check.

He had another command for her:

"Hold still."

Nina's throat was too dry to respond. She could only gaze dumbly as she watched the arm holding the Halo slip back from around her neck, slip up under her bra with the blade facing outward, and position itself right at the junction of the bra's two soft cups. With a sudden burst of force, Jack grabbed the bra with his other hand, braced against her for support, and cut Nina's bra open. A small, animal sound escaped from the captive woman's throat as the bra's support lapsed and her breasts fell to their sides. Even before, when she and Jack had been lovers and she had shown herself naked in front of him for the first time, she had never felt this exposed. Or this turned on.

And then Jack's head was bent, he was kneeling, his firm hot mouth burning on her nipple, the knifeless palm grabbing her other tit and kneading it for all it was worth. Nina closed her eyes and felt her heart hammer against her ribcage. Rage in her mind, fear in her heart, heat in her cunt.

"Santa Barbara was business, Jack." She tried to sound cold and calculating, but her rising libido betrayed her. "I needed you to trust me. I needed you on my side. If you think you're reawakening an old flame or something, you're a bigger fool than I though. I saw my chance and I took it. End of story."

Jack pulled his face away from her nipple and nuzzled between her breasts. He worked his way down slowly, tortuously, towards her stomach, his lips and teeth moving in stinging, sucking bites that Nina was sure would leave readily visible marks. Marks the guards would see, that would make them ask questions, that would – oh, GOD, his tongue was in her navel, he was working it around, hot DAMN that man was good with his mouth; shit, oh, shit, oh, shit, he was moving lower, lower still, but how the hell would he get her panties off with this fucking belt around her thighs, what was he, crazy?

Again, the knife made an appearance. Again, Jack was grasping some piece of clothing on her body, trying to rip it off of her. First one side, then the other, along both seams of those hideous fucking granny panties that made her look like a friggin' hippo.

"I'll just rid you of those," he said, knowingly. The bastard was actually grinning. Then, as though performing a parlor trick, he whipped out her shredded panties from under her uniform, and Nina again yelped as the fabric stung her swollen clit and aching lips. He was enjoying this. Cocksucker.

"I don't hate you, you know, Jack." Trying to retain at least a shred of composure. "I didn't love you, either. None of this was ever personal."

His mouth continued its searing path down her stomach, pausing as he lowered himself further still to give the tip of his turned-up nose a chance to nuzzle her dark pubic thatch.

"Oh, sure, I liked you all right. You were a decent guy. A good agent. An above-average fuck, when you got the chance. But no fuck is worth jeopardizing – AH!"

Jack had nipped the sensitive skin just above her clitoral hood. He hadn't bit very hard, but the area was so engorged with the blood of Nina's hotly stoked lust that her eyes watered with pain. And then she could feel his hot breath on her, his mouth so close, but still not touching. Waiting. Teasing. Bastard. His tongue flicking, ever so lightly, over the painfully erect surface area of her sex, teasing her some more. Come on, motherfucker, get it over with.

And then he was done teasing her, his mouth, his glorious mouth was on her, encircling her, inside her, licking and sucking her lips, her hood, her clit, fucking her with his tongue, tasting her wet hot slippery salty arousal. The man gave dynamite head, and he knew it, and she remembered it now more than ever. And as he got more and more into it, he yanked the belt down around her ankles and grabbed her by the hips and slammed her ass down on the seat – Nina was moaning steadily by now, no longer able to control herself – and spread her legs as far apart as they would go and oh my GOD he just kept eating her and eating her and eating her and –

What? Why did he just -

Jack stopped. He pulled his face away from her and squatted back on his heels, his hands still braced against her inner thighs. He had a wicked glint in his eyes and Nina's slick, clear juices all over his mouth and chin. She could feel his fingertips tickling the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs, just barely touching, but enough to let her know he was doing it deliberately. His tongue darted out lasciviously and licked some of it off his face, savoring the taste when he put his tongue back in his mouth.

"Want some?" He grinned, arose slightly, and leaned in for another kiss.

Nina reared back reflexively, again banging her head on the wall, but Jack was too quick for her, and his tongue darted between her lips before she could muster the strength to force him out. It really didn't taste that bad, she thought. A slight marine tang, but nothing to gag over. It was more the way Jack was forcing it upon her, violating her mouth with his, that made her want to bite him, force him out, tell him to fuck himself.

Then, as suddenly as he had begun, he stopped. He reached behind her for her mangled bra, which had fallen on the seat behind her. Then he had a command:

"Stand up."

Nina obeyed as best she could, bracing herself against the Humvee’s momentum and willing strength into her quivering knees. Jack bound the bra around her eyes, whipping her around to tie it in the back so that it could serve as a makeshift blindfold. Then he turned her back around, this time more slowly but still firmly. Another command:

"On your knees."

Nina had a pretty good idea of what was coming next. Despite her fear, she allowed herself a mental roll of the eyes at Jack's stupidity. I'm supposed to give him a blowjob sight unseen with no hands? What is he, high?

Jack must have sensed her insubordination, because she felt the knife press against her throat again. "Nina, this morning I cut a man's head off with a hacksaw. My wife is dead, my daughter isn't talking to me, and the people I work for would like nothing better than for me to fuck off and die. I have absolutely nothing left to lose.

"Now you're going to open your mouth – wide – and pull your lips over your teeth, and you're going to take what I give you the way I tell you to, and if you so much as think of pulling any shit with me, I swear to Christ I will cut you from ear to ear. Are we clear?"

"Y; yes sir; "

"Good," said Jack, "Good." He was breathing heavily again. She heard a zipper, the rustle of fabric, the motion of skin against skin. She felt a hand, the one holding the knife, slip behind her head. The other hand, she knew, was where Jack intended her mouth to be

That Lovin' Feelin': Part 1

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That lovin' feelin': Part 2

Denial of Conjugal Rights

Based on a post by Vitorio, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

Finally home. Empty, much emptier than it had been over the weekend. You're a fool I said to myself, a bloody fool. But then, better a happy fool than a sad genius. Just made dinner, TV, then bed. Remembered her there, got quite excited!

Even more excited in the morning. Gordon arranged for me to see her after the committal. 11 o'clock I was there. He knew the staff pretty well so saw her in a room alone apart from an overlooking window.

She was sitting as I came in. "You!!"

" Hmm," I said - a smile, "me."

"But, but, but. Oh god, now I'm embarrassed."

"Embarrassed?"

A shy smile, "Oh you know. Don't be unkind."

"I could never be that," I said, a look telling her all she needed to know.

Sadness overcame her, "I don't even know your name," she muttered.

I sat opposite, table between. "David," I said, "David Graham."

"You!!" she said again. Raised eyebrows. "It's you? Gordon, he said something about 'David'."

"Must be if you say so," a smile, "me what?"

"It's you who arranged for Gordon to see me isn't it?"

"Yes, yes it is."

"And for the lady barrister. Jane isn't it?"

"Yes, me."

Something like hope in her eyes, "Why?"

Opened heart now. "Because I don't want you to go to prison. Because I can't get the memory of the weekend out of my mind. Because I can't get You out of my mind. Because I want to know you better." I fixed her with my eyes, "Because I'm fond of you and because I'm a romantic fool!"

Shy smile then, "I like fools!"

I laughed, "Well, at least I'm in with a chance!"

Then sadness again, "I killed him you know."

"I know. Doesn't matter. You must have had a reason."

"Perhaps. I'll go to prison." She looked lost and forlorn. How could a vibrant, attractive, confident woman be reduced to such a waiflike caricature?

"Not if I can help it. Nor Gordon, nor Jane. She's good you know. The best." Hope in her eyes. "Try not to worry just help them all you can. Don't hide anything Barbara."

She looked at me, "I like that. I like it when you say my name. I wish you could have said it, you know. And I wish I could have said yours. David. I like that. Simple. Simple and nice."

God she was lovely. Even here, no make-up, simple clothes, sad. I held her hands in mine, against the rules but no-one came in, and said, "I like Barbara too." I think my tone told her how I felt just then because she squeezed my hands.

"Thanks," she said. "It was unkind you know, to use you like that!"

I laughed, "I didn't mind and I don't know." I squeezed her hands, "I hope that you might 'use' me again."

"I think I'd like that," she said smiling then the sadness descended, "but I won't because I'll be in prison."

"No you won't," I said firmly. "Now, chin up. We'll get you off this."

"Times up Mr. Graham," said the guard entering the room. I bent and kissed her cheek. "Now, now. None of that!"

I smiled, "See you soon," I said. "Don't worry!"

She smiled shyly as she was led away. Just a backward glance as she left the room.

Saw her once a week over the next few months, until her trial. Gordon and Jane confident. Lots of enquiries had revealed much that the police hadn't bothered to address. Open and shut case for them. Stupid really but then sometimes they're like that, can't see the wood for the trees.

So the trial came round. I didn't really know how they were going to play it. Jane was quite notorious for not preparing witnesses and I thought that she probably hadn't spent time coaching Barbara (I was wrong!), but, as I said they were quietly confident.

The prosecution case was simple. Short and, they thought, sweet. The only witness was a young woman who was there at the time. I didn't know any of this of course. It was sub judice so the papers couldn't print any of it beforehand and I hadn't asked Gordon or Jane about the trial.

I won't dwell on their case because, basically, none of the facts were really argued. Barbara had, of course, pleaded not guilty to the murder charge, the only charge brought. I should explain that, in English law, a charge of murder includes a charge of any lesser offence 'against the person' right down to a common assault. I was surprised that they didn't call me in an attempt to destroy her reputation.

Barbara was the first defense witness. She looked far from the confident, mature, attractive woman she was. Remand had, I don't know, defeated her I suppose. She looked pale and wan and she'd lost some weight. You could almost hear the 'ah's' as she took the stand.

Now Jane showed why she was so expensive. "Mrs. Carter," she said crisply, "did you kill you husband?" You could hear the sharp intake of breath across the court. This was the defense!

"Mumble."

"I don't think the jury heard that Mrs. Carter. I'll ask you again, Did you kill your husband."

"Yes." She couldn't look up. Jane was relentless.

"I don't think we heard that."

"Yes," said Barbara. Deep breath, "Yes I did?"

"Did you want to kill him?"

"I don't know." Hesitation, "Yes, no. No not really."

"I don't think I understand. Can you explain Mrs. Carter?"

She looked confused, "Well, er, I felt like killing him, you know, seeing him like that but that was a feeling. I don't know." She looked pensive, "I didn't WANT to kill him, no I didn't. I just felt like it. Oh I don't know!"

"Let me help you," said Jane. "Did you mean to kill him?"

"Oh no. Of course not. No. No it, it just happened." The minutest of hesitations made me watch Barbara closely.

"So, to clarify, you felt like killing him but you didn't want to kill him and you didn't mean to kill him. Is that correct?"

"I think so. Yes it is, I think!" Firm and direct.

"So Mrs. Carter. Did you murder your husband?" Another gasp from the gallery and a hard look from the female jury members. I could see now where Jane was going, and going very cleverly.

"Is that the same as killing him. If it is I suppose I did."

"Let me try again to clarify things for you Mrs. Carter: to explain the term 'Murder'. Simply, to murder someone you must either mean to kill them, or not care whether what you are doing to them will kill them. In legal terms, you must have malice aforethought, either express, that is you meant to do it, or implied, that is you didn't care. Does that clarify it for you?"

"Well, I said I didn't mean to kill him."

"So there was no 'express malice'?"

"I suppose not. No."

"OK. Fine. Now when you picked up the knife. And we will come to that My Lord but it is not in dispute."

"No Mrs. Lackington, it isn't, but we must push on when you've finished with the law." The judge looked down his spectacles at her. She was doing his job after all, explaining the meaning of the law.

"Of course My Lord," deferentially, then back to Barbara, "when you picked up the knife what did you intend to do with it?"

"I don't know really. I didn't realize it was a knife actually. I reached behind and felt something then held it between Stephen and me."

"You didn't intend to stab him with it?"

"No, of course not."

"So there was no 'implied malice'?"

"Er. I don't think so."

"So, back to my question. Did you murder you husband?"

"Well, I thought that perhaps I did but now I don't know. I did kill him though." I was watching the judge and he actually smiled. Good old Jane. Got the judge on Barbara's side. Her 'innocence' about the law and Jane's manipulation had showed that she clearly could not be guilty of murder. I looked at the jury and I was pretty sure that was how they felt as well. Add the that the look of concern on the face of the prosecution council and I was sure Jane had scored.

"Good," said Jane with a satisfied smile. "Now on to the events of Friday. I'm afraid we're going to have to go through them in detail Mrs. Carter." Barbara looked apprehensive and I wondered why. I found out! "Can you begin on Friday morning?"

So Barbara explained how she had gone to see her friend with the intention of staying Friday night. At lunch time her friend got called away and Barbara left. She did a bit of shopping and got to her home about 4 pm.

"Now, Mrs. Carter, what happened then?"

Barbara looked uncomfortable. "I went in and heard some noises from the kitchen."

"What sort of noises?" Barbara looked embarrassed.

"Groans," she said, "groans and grunts I suppose."

"What did you do?"

"I went into the kitchen." Barbara looked very apprehensive now and even more embarrassed but Jane wasn't about to let up. This was all part of her master plan.

"My Lord," said Jane deferentially, "I would like to draw the Jury's attention to the diagram showing the layout of the kitchen and the location of the doorway."

"Certainly Mrs. Lackington, I think we are all aware of the plan."

"Thank you My Lord. What did you see Mrs. Carter?"

Now Barbara looked really embarrassed. Reluctant to answer the question. She turned to the Judge, "Must I My Lord?"

"I'm afraid you must my dear," he said with a soft smile. "It is for your own good." 'My dear'. He said 'my dear'. Clever that Jane, I was sure the judge was on Barbara's side.

"I saw my husband and that girl, Miss Jones." Poor Barbara. She looked something like a cornered rat because she knew what was coming.

"And what were they doing?"

"My Lord," said Barbara pleadingly. The Judge nodded.

"You must I'm afraid."

She took a deep breath, "They were 'doing it'."

"Doing it?"

"You know, doing it."

"No Mrs. Carter, I don't know. Nor do the jury. Can you tell us what they were doing?"

Deep breath, "They were having sex."

"Oh, they were having sex. How?"

"I don't understand?"

"What position were they in?"

Barbara looked at the judge again and he nodded. She took a deep breath. "That girl, Miss Jones, was bent over the kitchen table. He, Stephen that is, was behind her."

"What exactly was he, your husband, doing to her?"

"Oh I can't say. Oh you lordship, I can't." I smiled inwardly. Didn't know why she couldn't say but I suspected that I'd done it to her in several positions, including that one on a couple of occasions! But this was open court. How do you say that your husband was fucking his young bit of stuff up the arse on your kitchen table?

"I'm sorry Mrs. Carter but you must."

"No, no, I can't. Oh you lordship, please." The judge looked down on her sympathetically.

"Mrs. Lackington, Mr. Peters (the prosecution QC), approach the bench please." They chattered away for a while until, finally, returning to their respective positions. "You may lead the witness, Mrs. Lackington, but do not take liberties!"

A smile and a nod of the head, "No my Lord, of course not. Now Mrs. Carter. To return to what your husband was doing to, or indeed with, Miss Jones. Was he having anal sex with her?" Took a lot to embarrass Jane!

"Er, er, yes."

"You could see this?"

"Yes."

"Now Mrs. Carter, what was the state of your husbands dress?"

Again Barbara looked cornered but, by now, she knew she had to answer. "His trousers were undone."

"Were they down?"

"No just loose."

"He was erect?"

"Oh My Lord!"

"You must answer the question Mrs. Carter."

She looked down. "Yes," she managed to say.

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Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, 2010

I m Jimmy. I was unpopular for my whole life. 18 years of being mocked by the other kids. I looked awkward, overweight, and of course, I was a virgin. I had no particular reason to be popular. Of course I had friends, but we geeks mostly wallowed in our unpopularity together. On this particular day, which I will remember for the rest of my existence. Myself and my friends Mark and Peter were sat on the school bus, on the way back to school. Finals were over, and all the seniors had been on a week-long trip to celebrate. Mark and Peter were having a Pok mon battle, while I sat and watched.

"What you losers doing?" Asked Aaron, one of the rich and popular guys sat in front of us.

"None of your business," replied Peter, but Aaron just leaned over.

"Baby stuff I see," Aaron said, grabbing Mark's Nintendo Gameboy.

"Hey! Give that back!" Mark shouted.

"Now now, don't be mean," said Lexi, Aaron's girlfriend., in a mock condescension to her conceited boyfriend. "If they want to be infinitely unpopular and the scum of the Earth for the rest of their lives, that's their choice."

"It's a pretty stupid one, I'd say," Aaron said, tossing the electronic device back to Mark. "Do you dorks know what I'm going to do when we get back? I'm going to drive Lexi here home. Then I'm going to carry her up to her room and make her scream like she's being murdered."

"Shut up," Lexi said, blushing, but not refuting the fact.

The three of us got back to what we were doing, but it didn't last long. I heard one of the other pupils shout "Smoke!", and everyone turned to look at the back of the bus. Clouds of smoke were indeed pouring out of the petrol tank. I saw a flash of light and felt a surge of heat, and then, nothing.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a bright light. When my eyes adjusted, however, I realized it was just the lightbulb on the ceiling. I sat up, and realized several things. I saw that I was in a large room, with quite a few sofas and tables. The tables were covered in plates full of all sorts of delicious-looking food and drink. Everything looked completely luxurious.

The next thing I noticed was that I was not alone. All my classmates were present, sitting all around the large room. And they were all naked. I looked around, and my eyes widened at the sight of my classmates' bodies being completely exposed. So many girls I'd previously imagined naked were now available for me to see in all their glory. Well, at least until they all realized they were naked, and all screamed and tried to cover themselves. The boys also tried to, although it was even more difficult for us, as just about everyone, myself included, was getting a boner from the sight of all this nude flesh. I settled for just letting it all hang out.

"Alright, alright, calm down everyone," said our teacher, Mr. Johnson, standing up.

"Oh shut up Richard, you're not helping anything," said Miss Wilson, the young, 20-something newly-qualified teacher.

"Sir, where are we?" Asked one girl.

"I don't know Becky," replied Mr. Johnson. "But everyone just stay calm and we'll figure it out."

Just then, a set of large doors opened, and the class saw 4 men and 4 women walk in. Each one of them was dressed in pure white robes, and had large, white wings protruding from their backs.

"Greetings everyone," said one of the women. "My name is Luna, and this is my team."

"So could you kindly tell us what is going on here?" Asked Mr. Johnson. "Why have we been kidnapped and why have we been stripped naked?"

"Please do not interrupt, thank you," said Luna. "If you could all remain calm and cooperate we can get through his quickly. You will all be asked for your names and given a hand stamp. Please do not resist."

"Now look here, you can't just," said Mr. Johnson.

"Name," said Luna.

"I'll be contacting the police,"

"Name!"

"His name's Richard Johnson," said Miss Wilson. "And I'm Sally Wilson." Luna looked over at the man stood next to her, who started looking down the list on his clipboard.

"Um, Up for him, and Down for her, Miss Luna," said the man.

"Not what I'd have gone for," Luna said. "Alright, everyone get to work."

The group split into pairs, and went around asking people their names. I watched as the lists were checked, and everyone's hands were stamped. Eventually one of the pairs came up to Mark, Peter and I.

"Names," asked the girl.

"Um, Jimmy Robertson," I replied.

"Mark Ackers."

"Peter Ward."

"Up for all of them," said the man. The girl stamped our hands, and moved on. We looked at our hands, and we saw that they'd stamped on a bright blue cloud.

"What is that?" Asked Mark.

"Dunno," I replied.

The people continued stamping people, and everyone compared their stamps. Most of us had blue clouds, although a few had what appeared to be a red flame.

"Attention everyone," said Luna. "Could everyone who has a blue cloud please go over there and stand with Rafael, and everyone with a red flame go over there and stand with Dominique.

My friends and I went to stand with the cloud people. It was most of us, with only maybe a dozen or so people, including Lexi, Aaron and Miss Wilson in the flame queue. The woman known as Dominique opened a door, through which fire and screams could be heard. Everyone seemed afraid, and the flame people were sucked into it, their stamps being checked as they did.

"Alright everyone," said the man called Rafael. "Please line up in single file. Your stamps will be checked and you'll be allowed in."

"In where?" Mr. Johnson asked.

"Please hold all questions until you're inside." Rafael opened the door, and I saw a blinding white light inside. It felt nice. "I'd like to get things over with quickly."

The others lined us up, and one by one, our hands were checked and we were allowed inside. I was behind Alice Walker in the queue, and I found my eyes drawn to her ass. It was different to how I'd imagined it would be, but it was still beautiful. My cock got hard quickly as I was fixated by Alice's posterior. Unfortunately, as we moved forwards in the line, I moved a little too enthusiastically, and my boner rubbed itself against Alice's booty.

"Sorry Alice!" I exclaimed.

"It's alright," said Alice timidly. I loved how cute she was. So forgiving.

"Ahem." Alice and I both turned to see Rafael looking annoyed at us.

"Oh, I'm sorry," said Alice. She showed her hand to Rafael.

"Alright, go on in." Alice walked forward, and the last I saw of her was her ass disappearing into the light. I then looked at Rafael, and showed him my hand. "In you go."

As I walked forward, the light got more and more intense, and I was consumed by the most wonderful feeling of happiness. When it cleared I found myself stood in my living room at home. I was still naked, my cock softening after being made erect by Alice's ass. It seemed to be night time, with all the blinds shut. The only light in the room was coming from the many candles that were scattered around the room, which I know my mother and sisters were quite fond of.

"Mum?" I shouted. "Hello? Anyone?" No response. Next to the sofa were two tables, which were covered with plates of all my favorite snacks. Confused, I sat down and ate a biscuit. It tasted absolutely wonderful. I poured a glass of coke, and it too tasted incredible. But I still didn't understand what was going on.

"Hello there." I jumped in my seat, and turned to see two girls stood in the doorway. One was Asian, the other Caucasian. And both were completely naked and drop-dead gorgeous. My cock immediately began to stir. I noticed that the Asian girl had a large set of wings protruding from her back like the people earlier had. Despite this, I found myself backing away from the girls.

"Don't be frightened," said the Asian girl. "We're not going to hurt you. Nothing will ever hurt you again."

"What's going on?" I asked. "Who are you?"

"I am Aris," said the Asian girl, who then looked over at her friend, who appeared to be extremely nervous. "Well go on then. Introduce yourself."

"Oh, yes," the nervous girl said nervously. "I'm Jayma, Mr. Robertson, sir,"

"Just relax Jayma, deep breaths, don't be nervous," Aris said to her, before turning back to me. "I'm sorry about Jayma. She's new, and I'm training her up. This is her first time on the job."

"What job?" I was still rather afraid, although admittedly most burglars don't tend to work naked.

The two girls simply walked over and sat down on either side of me.

"Do you like the food?" Asked Aris.

"It's good, but please, I want to know what's going on," I said.

"What do you remember?" asked Jayma. "Before waking up naked, I mean."

"Well," I thought. "We were on the bus, on the way back to school. I heard people screaming, and then I felt really hot, and then, I woke up."

"The petrol tank of the bus exploded," said Jayma. "Everyone on board died instantly."

"So I'm dead?" I asked, and Aris nodded.

"Dead, Expired, Deceased," said Jayma. "Biting the dust, Becoming fertilizer."

"That's enough Jayma," said Aris sternly.

"Yes Miss Aris,"

"Wait, if I'm dead, then that means this is, what's next," I said.

"That's correct."

"So, which one is this?"

"This good one," Aris smiled. "Welcome to Heaven, Jimmy."

"Heaven? But why?" I asked. "I've never really did all the church stuff. I skipped confirmation, and I'm not exactly perfect."

"God does not care about whether or not you jump through all those hoops, either. He knows your heart. We don t ask why . And God doesn t tell us why someone else earned punishments or rewards. It s only that you are a good heart, and he has judged you to be so. As such, you are to be rewarded and can continue on, unless your heart turns bad."

"So what are you two, then?" I asked, before looking at Aris's wings. "Are you angels?"

"Yes," Aris replied. "We're here to welcome you to Heaven. We don t always appear like this, but this is our first introduction, so we transformed to conventional imaginations, to ease your mind."

"But I can't be dead!" I shouted, standing up. "I'm only 18!"

"Everyone dies at some point," said Jayma. Some live longer, some not as long. It s not our place to question.

"But I had so much I wanted to do!"

"You can do whatever you want here."

"How's my family going to react!?"

"Reacted. You've been dead for over a week, so they'll have found out by now."

"A week?"

"God is a very thorough judge. And it takes time to judge all the dead of the universe. Your consciousness was turned off for that review. Once we had our results, your schoolmates were all immediately assembled, awakened, and sent to your destiny."

Aris stood up, and gently lowered me back down onto the sofa. The two angels began stroking my legs. They were trying to relax me, but honestly it just put me more on edge.

"Please Jimmy, just relax," said Aris.

"You're asking me to give up everything I've ever known!" I shouted.

"I really don't understand why you're upset," said Jayma. "Heaven is a million gazillion times better than anything that rubbish planet has."

"Jayma, I've told you, you need a light touch," Aris said. The two girls were still stroking my legs. "What my apprentice was trying to say is that you can have anything you want here. Anything!" As she said that, she moved her hand further up my leg, and began fondling my ball sack. Jayma soon followed suit. My cock responded at that point, my resistance unable to prevent it from hardening.

"Your every desire can be yours," said Jayma, whispering seductively in my ear. "There is no sin here. If you desire it, you shall have it."

"Anything?" I asked, still overwhelmed by the new sensation of my genitals being fondled by two attractive girls.

"Anything," Aris said, before kissing me deeply on the lips.

"Oh my God," I said as she broke the kiss.

At this point my cock was harder than it had ever been in my entire mortal life, and it was tingling with anticipation. While Jayma continued playing with my balls, Aris began running her finger up and down my firm length, causing me to shudder even more.

"There is no pain here," she said. "And all positive sensations are amplified beyond mortal comprehension." I could believe that right there, but I got to experience it first-hand when Aris pulled back by foreskin and began rubbing the ridge of my cockhead with her finger. I let out a loud groan, and arched my back from the sensations. My cock was pulsing with pleasure, and it was soaking wet with pre-cum. Aris continued playing with my cock, smiling lovingly as she did, while Jayma continued providing exquisite stimulation to my balls.

Aris then finally moved her hand to grasp my cock shaft. As she held it in her hand, I tried to compose myself, wondering what I'd ever done to deserve this. Aris then began firmly stroking me, causing my moaning to increase. Jayma fondled my balls while Aris wanked me hard, still rubbing my tip with her other thumb.

"Oh God! Oh my God!" I moaned loudly. "Oh God, I'm gonna cum!"

"Don't resist it Jimmy, just let it happen," said Jayma.

"Oh my God!"

And with that, I toppled over the edge with an almighty groan. And let me tell you, if you think orgasms on Earth feel good, you just wait until you feel one in Heaven. The first contraction alone was greater than the total sum of all orgasms my mortal body had ever had, and milliseconds later, I felt another, even more powerful contraction as huge amounts of semen surged out of my cock. My body was completely overwhelmed as it tried to get to grips with what was going on in my groin area. I humped the air as I came, my natural reaction to my first real taste of what Heaven has to offer. Rather than the individual shots of cum, my ejaculation was instead more of a constant, but slightly pulsing stream.

The heavenly contractions happening so frequently they'd all but blended into one. It felt a little like I was urinating. You know, except with copious amounts of semen instead of urine. And with the almost unbearable amounts of sexual pleasure.

I don't know how long I came for, but by the time it ended, I could barely think straight. I was slouched on the sofa, my body drenched in sweat. I was panting heavily, my entire middle section tingling intensely. I looked down at the floor, which was covered in an insane puddle of my cum. I felt my cock begin to soften, but as it did, I noticed something odd. Although my cock was indeed becoming soft and floppy, it wasn't shrinking, remaining at its erect length and girth.

"What's happening?" I asked between heaving pants. "To my cock I mean."

"We thought you might enjoy a bigger one," said Jayma.

"How is all of this possible? My cock growing, and that orgasm, Oh God, that orgasm!"

"God's power is infinite, and it is his will that all the virtuous people of the universe be given an eternity of bliss, pleasure and happiness," explained Aris.

"Why?"

"It is not our place to question the Lord. That God deems you worthy of eternal bliss is enough."

"So if this is Heaven, presumably there's a Hell too?"

"Of course," said Jayma. "Where all those nasty sinners get their punishments."

"So it's as bad as we hear?" I asked.

"It's worse," said Aris. "You know all that pleasure we just gave you? Imagine that but as pain."

"That's awful, so is that where the people with the red flames went?"

"Yes. We could show it to you if you'd like, but to compassionate people, it might be quite distressing."

"No, it's alright, But what sorts of things go on in there?"

"Tortures of the worst kind. But it really doesn't bear thinking about," said Aris. "Jayma, why don't you show Jimmy some more heavenly pleasures?"

I didn't get a say in that. Before I could react, my scrotum was in Jayma's mouth, being sucked on by the gorgeous angel.

"Uh," I groaned. My nut sack felt incredible! It was as sensitive as my cock head.

"Does that feel good?" Aris asked me, and I just nodded. She kissed me lovingly yet rather sloppily, and then picked up a slice of pizza from the table, feeding it to me. The flavors, Oh God, the flavors. That pizza had every single one of my favorite toppings on it. It had stuffed crust, and it was just the right thickness. Everything about it as perfect. I didn't know which part of me felt better, my mouth or my balls. I didn't even notice that my cock had gotten hard. And I definitely didn't notice Aris giving Jayma an order.

"Suck his cock."

I gasped sharply as I felt Jayma engulf my cock with her mouth. I leaned my head back in pleasure, trying to get to grips with the overwhelming sensations. After years of wondering, I finally knew what it felt like to get a blowjob. The answer was it felt fucking amazing. Although granted, said blowjob was coming from a literal angel. Her lips and tongue had this unearthly talent for stimulating my thick cock. When did my cock get this thick?

I instinctively spread my legs, and looked