"Hello, Agnes."
Agnes looked up from where she was kneeling in her vegetable garden. It was Burt, President of the City Council of Heavenly Aden. It was hot and she was wearing only a pair of shorts and a white blouse. Her hands were soiled with dirt. "Hello, Burt," she answered with enthusiasm. "Welcome!" She stood up and walked over to where he was standing and kissed him on the cheek. For her that was bold.
"I came to apologize," he said.
"What for?" she was puzzled.
"I should have fucked you the other night. I focused only on what I wanted and didn't take your needs into account." Burt had masturbated and cummed on her breasts.
Agnes, with less that a week in Heaven, still flinched at the word fuck. "Oh," she said, dismissing his apology, "That's all right. Harold....uh...fucked me good. I was happy." She chuckled. "Maybe for my first sex experience one man was enough. And I enjoyed watching you...uh...cum on me."
"You were a virgin on earth, I take it."
"Oh, yes, 80 years of chastity on earth." She laughed. "Suddenly I'm in Heaven and and sex is required -- and I've always been a stickler for following the rules. Plus, I am enjoying my 35 year old body. I am delighted to have a garden, a house, a dog." She reached down in the cleft between her breasts to wipe away the sweat. Burt's eyes followed her hand. Self-consciously she looked down. The brown of her nipples showed through the thin, sweat-soaked fabric of her blouse.
"Well, I'm glad you're not mad at me. If there's anything I can do to help you adjust to Aden..." His eyes did not leave her chest.
Agnes mused a moment. "I do have a question. Is there no anxiety or jealously in Heaven? Harold and I had a good time -- but I was unhappy when he left me to have sex with another woman. I understand that we all have an obligation on Friday nights to make sure that everybody has sex, and I'll do my part. But I felt abandoned. Harold fucked me and left." A tear ran down her cheek. She clutched Burt to her. "Fortunately you showed up and made me feel better. But are my feelings normal here in Heaven? Where everything is supposed to be...well... heavenly."
Burt squeezed her to his chest and patted her back. "I suggest you give it some time -- and try other partners. I felt uncomfortable the first time my wife fucked another guy here. It was a bit unsettling. But we chose Aden as our heavenly home because we both had the desire to experience a more permissive sexual scene. Perhaps you feel the same? Repressed desire -- all those years as a nun?"
"Yes, I wanted a freer, more individualistic life when I chose Aden. But I feel like I should be in love with Harold, and jilted because he left me to fuck somebody else. Everybody fucks everybody here, but at heart I'm a prude."
Burt held her at arms length, as tears rolled down her cheeks. "You were not prudish at all. You lay there naked, your legs spread while I crouched over you and stroked my cock. You were attentive, a little apprehensive as anybody would be who has never been cummed on, but you were a sensual experience for me. I loved it."
Agnes wiped away the tear and laughed. "Thank you. I think I was just terrified."
"I should have fucked you. Slowly and carefully. I should have reassured you and made you comfortable." He paused. "I walked out here to see you and apologize, but I also wanted to take a shower in your waterfall." He nodded toward the waterfall a few yards beyond her house. "Does that interest you?"
Agnes turned to look at the waterfall. It was a popular place for bathing. Nobody was there, but frequently people walked out from the village and cavorted in the deep, clear pool at its foot. Everyone went into the water naked. She felt panic at the thought of getting naked in broad daylight in the open air. "Well...maybe." She gathered her wits. She should do this. She was in a place in which sex and nudity was the norm. "Yes, let's do it" she said with resolve. "I need to wash the dirt and sweat off. I must smell like a goat."
"A very lovely goat," Burt answered.
"Getting naked is difficult for me. I'm still getting use to the culture here."
"I'll help you," Burt said with a leer, his eyes focused again on the rivulets of sweat that trickled between her breasts.
"He wants to fuck me," Agnes thought with a feeling of panic. "But I don't have to do it. Aden's rules are that sex is mandatory only on Friday nights. Do I want to do this?" she asked herself. "Where would we do it? In the water? How? Standing up? Those rocks on the shore look hard. I'm not sure I want to lie down there. I wish my tits were bigger. I wish I had shaved my pussy. Am I ready for this? Oh, God, you put me here. Help!"
Her mind raced. "Have I already decided to fuck him? What if he doesn't want to? What if he's just being friendly. What if he rejects me? What if somebody sees us while we're fucking? I'll freeze up like a ice cube and I won't be any good. Should I fake cumming? How do you fake cumming?"
Burt took her by the hand, "Ready? Let's go." The two of them walked to the rocky shore of the pool. The waterfall made a low roar in the distance. "Now?" asked Burt. He shook off his sandals and then pulled down his shorts and tossed them aside. He wore no underwear.
Agnes looked down at him momentarily. Yes, that was Burt as she recalled him. A short, fat penis, surrounded by a heavy bush of black hair that extended up to his navel. His penis hung limply.
Burt touched her chest and began unbuttoning her blouse. "Okay?" he asked.
"Okay," she answered. She stood stiffly as his hand ran between her breasts, undoing the buttons on the blouse. He turned her around and stripped the blouse off her shoulders and tossed it onto a nearby bush. He kissed the back of her neck as one hand found a nipple and tweaked it. "Pink nipples that get hard when they're touched. You're going to be very popular here."
"I'll do the best I can," she said, but not with much confidence. She felt the tingle of pleasure as Burt caressed her breast, but stiffened again when he loosed her shorts and they dropped to her feet. She stepped out of them. The two of them stood facing each other and Burt kissed her on the lips and ran his hands down her sides and over her buttocks.
"Is he going to fuck me now?" she wondered to herself. She could feel his penis rubbing into the hair on her public area and her breasts, the nipples now long and firm, rubbed against his chest.
He stepped away from her and took her hand in his. He took her hand and stepped carefully into the clear, green water.
Agnes paused before following him. "Before we go in, tell me something. I don't want to be deceptive. Does Melody know you're out here with me?" Melody was Burt's wife for 20 years on earth and 40 years in Heaven.
"Of course. We don't hide anything from each other. Nobody hides anything here. No reason to." He paused "It's my job -- and Melody's -- to make sure newcomers fit it and adjust -- and she is really enthusiastic about sex. She fucks a man or two every day of the week. That's probably what she's doing right now. She will want to fuck you. Soon."
Agnes didn't have much of a notion as to how women fucked, but she followed Burt into the water. It was cool and crystal clear. Colorful fish darted around her feet. Burt stepped deeper into the water. "Be careful. The rocks are slippery. Accidents and injuries happen in Aden. Realism, you know, virtual life after death but without many of the unpleasant features of real life.
"No flies, I've noticed. No mosquitos."
"Can you swim?"
They were neck deep in the water. "Yes, although I haven't since I was a teenager. We didn't have a swimming pool in the convent." She laughed at the thought.
"Let's swim to the waterfall and take a shower," said Burt. Side by side they stroked across a few yards of deeper water. Burt pulled her up onto the rocks beneath the waterfall. She looked around. Nobody was in sight.
The sound of the waterfall was thunderous now as they stepped into it. She shivered from the cold, then raised her face into the falling water and felt the heavy weight of it cleanse her body. She took a long gulp of the crystalline water.
"May I scrub your back?" shouted Burt, who was standing beside her. He reached onto a ledge and his hand came away with a bar of soap. "Organic soap, of course. No pollution allowed in Aden."
"Of course," she answered in what she thought was a coquettish voice. Burt massaged her shoulders, then ran his hand over her back, moving down to her buttocks, massaging and rubbing and then his hands were on her upper legs, his fingers between then, tickling her labia, running his hands over and up and down her upper thighs, and his finger found the crack in her buttocks and pushed downward -- all the way down.
He pulled her around to face him and they kissed long and hard as the cascading water ran over their heads and down their naked bodies. His fingers sought her vagina and he inserted one, and then a second one.
"Does that hurt?" he asked.
"No, I'm wet, lubricated -- whatever the word is." She sucked in a breath. "Don't stop doing that." Burt's thumb massaged her clitoris as his two fingers stroked in and out. She lowered her hand to feel his penis. "I didn't touch Harold's penis when he fucked me. I'm curious what it feels like."
"It's sort of cuddly when it's soft, but you've made it hard. Are you liking this? We can go to shore and fuck on the beach. Or go to your house, if you prefer."
"Oh, no," she answered. "Keep doing that. That feels so good." She was hunching back and forth, Burt's fingers reaching far inside her, the hard knot of her clitoris tingling from the gentle touch of his thumb. "I think I'm going to cum."
"Do it!" Burt commanded. "I want to feel you cum."
