Sister Agnes introduces a virgin choir boy to Heaven.

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"We'll go to my house for the rest of the night," said Melody. Agnes and the Three Amigos followed her to a small stone house along the dirt street of the village. Inside was a single room with an overlooking loft. A fireplace was at the center of one wall, crude kitchen cupboards and a dining table were at the other. Cushions and pillows were scattered around the floor. "Burt and Melody, the Mayor and his wife, live no better than I do," thought Agnes. "Equality is the norm here. I like that."

Agnes stood uncomfortably at the center of the room, surrounded by the three naked men and Melody, equally naked. Harry, the short Asian, took command. He wrapped his arms around Agnes and kissed her passionately on her lips and pulled her hand down to his erect cock. She explored the length of his cock with her hand.

Harry pulled his lips away from her. "Did that feel good?"

"Oh, yes," she said, eager for more kissing, more exploration."

Dick's turn," Harry answered. "If that's okay with you."

"Yes," she said again as middle-sized Dick pulled her to him and, this time, her hand found his cock without assistance. It was another long kiss, and his tongue went into her mouth and she stroked his cock.

"My turn," said Tom, She broke away from Dick and closed with Tom, who was so tall that she had to stand on her toes to reach his face. He lifted her off her feet, put his hands beneath her hips, and she curled her legs around him and felt is cock probing her cunt; but only barely, and she felt the uncircumcised skin moving back and forth, caressing her.

"Don't forget me," said Melody. "I'm not just a potted plant standing here."

 Tom lowered Agnes to her feet and stepped away. Melody dropped to her knees and pulled Agnes to her. Harry stood behind her, kissing her neck and ears and tweaking her nipples with his hands.

Tom lowered Agnes to a cushion on the floor and cradled her head in his lap, his hands over her tits. Melody crouched over Agnes, put her head between Agnes's legs and continued to suck her. Harry stood behind Melody and, holding his cock in his hand, inserted it.

"Where?" Agnes wondered. "Her cunt or her asshole?"

He stroked back and forth.

"Where do I fit in her?" asked Dick. He knelt down on his knees at Agnes's side and his cock hovered over her face. "Have you ever had one of these in your mouth?" he asked.

"No," she answered, "but I guess I had better try it." She used a free hand to guide Dick into her mouth. It tasted clean and dry and she explored its tip and up and down its length with her tongue and mouth but gagged when it entered her throat.

"Sorry," said Dick. "I won't do that again."

 "It's okay," said Agnes, catching her breath. "I need to learn how to do, uh, blow jobs." The words came out of his mouth with difficulty.

"Practice makes perfect," Dick answered. "You can look forward to Tom's dick. Now, that's a mouthful!"

"I can feel it pressing against my neck," Agnes said with a laugh. "It feels like a log back there." She took Dick into her mouth again;

"This girl is a comedian," said Harry.

"I was sometimes accused of frivolity when I was in the nunnery," said Agnes, taking Dick out of her mouth. "I wasn't really a very good nun, but I tried to be."

"I perceive a long and beautiful relationship for you with the Three Amigos and Melody; and everybody else in Heaven."

"I can hardly wait to expand my horizons," Agnes said sarcastically.

"Back to the business at hand." She took Dick in her mouth again and began licking with her tongue.

Melody lifted her head from Agnes's crotch. "Are you liking what I'm doing to you or do you want one of the guys to fuck you?"

 "I am feeling just fine," said Agnes. "Your mouth is going to make me cum very soon. Is that okay?"

Agnes spread her legs wider to take Melody's ministrations deeper; her nipples were hard and throbbing from the touches of Tom's hands, and Harry resumed his rhythmic stroking of Melody's asshole. She moved in impassioned concert with the others, thrills racing through every muscle. "My God," she thought, "I never imagined that Heaven would be so exciting." The two hot women, while locked into Sapphic comforts, were keeping all three of them. the young men pleasured.

"I'm going to cum," said Dick. He was hunching back and forth, driving to every part of the sexy uncloistered nun's mouth. Her lips clamped down on it to increase the pressure and with a convulsion, she felt the hot cream inside her mouth and quickly swallowed the load, down her throat. She tasted the saltiness of it with her tongue.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Agnes screamed, "Now I'm going to cum. "Melody, hands under Agnes's hips were raising her off the floor, driving her tongue deep into the wetness of her cunt. Agnes's body shook with excitement, her vaginal walls radiated nerves in every direction, and she could have sworn that her tits, stroked by Tom, were lactating and spraying milk in a long arc upward. Her toes and fingers tingled. She fought for breath, trying to swallow the sticky sperm in her mouth, but feeling it dribbling out of her mouth.

"It's my turn now!" said Melody. She raised her head from Agnes's cunt and slid it along her milky-wet stomach as Harry's cock pounded her from behind. She grasped around Agnes' torso in her hands for support and Agnes felt her body shake as she climaxed, and Melody, pressed into her chest, her hot breath on Agnes's tits.

When it was all over, Melody, Agnes, and the Three Amigos all lay side by side on the cushions and pillows in a contemplative, peaceful, and quietly euphoric after-sex state of mind.

Sexy Agnes, no longer an 80 year old, was enjoying the prime of her early 30s and sporting the hot body she had suppressed during the seventies sexual revolution.

Tom spoke first. "I seem to be the only one here who hasn't had an orgasm yet. How about it, Agnes? How about a conventional fuck? Missionary style? Or something more exotic?”

Agnes had slid further toward Tom's knees during her climatic convulsions She turned her head and looked upward toward the tower of his large, erect cock, and briefly worried that it wouldn't fit into her. "Give me a moment," she said. I'm too tired to do more than lay here."

Melody rose to her feet. "I'm starving. Come with me, Dick and Harry; leave Tom and Agnes alone and help me fix some dinner." Dick and Harry stood up and followed her into the primitive kitchen, in her house. She lit candles for light and stoked the ashes of her primitive stove. Flames made flickering patterns against the stone walls.

"I'm ready now," said Agnes. Tom rolled over on top of her and joined her. Before responding to him, Agnes said to Melody, "Save some food for me. And thank you for inviting me to meet the Three Amigos."

Sister Agnes introduces a virgin choir boy toHeaven.

In the mid-morning sun, Aden's newest resident was tending her garden with the energy of her prime, and a body of near-perfection

"Hello, Agnes."

Sister Agnes looked up from where she was kneeling in her own vegetable garden. It was the spirit of Burt, Mayor of Heavenly Aden. It was hot and she wore only a pair of shorts and a sleeveless blouse. Burt was shirtless. His hands were soiled with dirt. "Hello, Burt," she answered. "Welcome!" She stood up, rubbed her hands together to clean off the dirt, brushed strands of light brown hair out of her eyes, and walked over to where he was standing at the edge of the garden. Sweat streaked her cheeks.

 "Melody tells me you're doing great. I came out to see for myself." Melody was Burt's buxom and bubbly wife.

"Things are going well." She looked around at her vegetable garden with pride.

"You've been here for three months now? I've seen you at Friday Fuckfest. I apologize for not paying more attention to you." Burt ensured his re-election every year by careful attention to the needs of his three hundred constituents. With the enthusiastic support of Melody, they operated on the maxim of "No spirit unfucked." Burt had apparently not perceived that Agnes needed his sexual attention.

"Melody has been wonderful showing me around; and we've had some good times together."

“So, I hear; and with the Three Amigos! Are you enjoying the sex?" Burt smiled happiness. Sex, she had learned, was a common subject of discussion in the blissful reality of Heaven.

Agnes blushed. "It's been wonderful. I've met so many nice people. I was up-tight at the beginning, but I loosened up. I even volunteered for "Y'all Come" at the last Fuckfest.”

“How was it?”

“Ten men came to me. They all came." she snickered.

"Here! You're a popular woman. I look forward to enjoying you. But I'm here with another task for you.

Agnes was disappointed. She thought he had come out to her house to see her for some mid-day siesta sex; and she was willing. Sex was a requirement at the Friday Fuckfest, but optional and voluntary at other times. Agnes had sampled a few men between Fuckfests. Life, in heaven was sensual. Sex was casual. The suppressed sexual tension of earthly society had melted away.

"We have a new arrival today, and you're the best person to greet him and introduce him to our community."

"With pleasure," she responded. Agnes welcomed opportunities to be useful. "Once a nun, always a nun," she thought.

 "He's a problem. He's eighteen years old and was killed in an automobile accident on earth."

"Eighteen," she grimaced to herself. "Why me? Wouldn't one of our eighteen-year-old girls be better at this than me?"

 "Oh, no, they're much too forward and lusty. This boy was a choir boy, and he is religious, conceited,and prudent. On earth, he wanted to be a priest. He is a virgin and declares his intention to never sully his body and soul with sex or sin." Burt added with a smile, "Given his personality, I doubt he had many opportunities to lose his virginity."

"If he wants to abstain from sex, why is he being sent here?"

“God knows! And Saint Peter does. Anyway, we have to make the best of the situation. I would appreciate if he could stay at your house for a few days while you introduce him to our loving culture, gradually.”

“Aren't I a little old to do this?" Agnes had selected the age of thirty-two for her spirit in Heavenly Aden; on earth she had died at age eighty-two.

"Given your religious background, you're the perfect person for the job.”

“Am I supposed to fuck him?" Her language had become much more explicit in Heaven.

"Oh, no, not necessarily, but you need to prepare him for Fuckfest. Five days from now."

"Well, I can't refuse, can I?" she said with resignation. "Even in heaven a nun has obligations."

"I'm sure you'll succeed. He will be projected into our reality in two hours, on the path in front of your house." I have kissed her on the cheek. "I also have a second reason for coming out to see you today."

"Oh?" she answered, enjoying the arm that snaked abound her back and the touch of his bare chest against hers.

"Perhaps we could enjoy a little tryst. Our first of many, I am sure."

"I thought you'd never ask. First, I need to wash off the dirt and sweat."

"I want you like you are." He kissed her and she melted into his arms. "The boy's name is Joshua."

Joshua Arrives.

 After Burt left, Agnes washed away the dirt , sweat, and sperm in the emerald pool below the waterfall a few steps out the back door of her house and put on a fresh pair of shorts and shirt The shorts were short and the shirt was sheer. tits and the pink of her nipples showed through the thin cloth. "Not a suitable outfit for meeting an aspiring priest," she thought to herself. "But the Heavenly Host in his wisdom, doesn't believe we need much in the way of clothing. "

She tidied up her small, two-room stone house. Suddenly, she started in surprise. "Where is he going to sleep?" Her bedroom contained only a double bed. Her living room had cushions on the floor, a couple of chairs , and a wooden table that served both for eating and as a work place. Outside, on a small terrace overlooking the emerald pool and the waterfall; were another two chairs and a grill on which she cooked her modest meals.

"Well," she said. "He'll have to sleep in the bed with me, or find a place on the cushions. I'm not in charge of accommodations here. It might be more heavenly if I were. Sorry to be critical, God." She looked up at the sky.