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The Best Way to Die?, by MaxDeath


I succumbed to a bizarre neurological illness while in Atlanta on church business. After a fine presentation to a large congregation, I was eating lunch when I felt food fall out of my mouth; it felt like some dentist shot me with Novocaine! And right in the middle of my afternoon presentation, I lost control of all of the muscles in my face, followed shortly thereafter in my hotel lobby, with an inability to use my right arm while signing out. Concerned, of course, I took a cab directly to the ER, where I needed help getting into the hospital because my legs were giving out.

They thought, at first, I had had a heart attack or stroke. The staff acted accordingly, poking me with IVs, moving me to the various points of the hospital for testing, some of which were excruciatingly painful. The chief neurologist concluded I had a disease known as GBS, which was causing dramatic damage to my nervous system. I was placed on a breathing apparatus as needed. I lost all tactile feeling, the sensation in my skin dulling, except for where the nerve endings were centrally located. That is, my fingertips and toes, my penis, my tongue and a few patchy spots on my head.

During a serious consultation, my neurologist said I was probably going to die. Not much they could do about it, other than keep me on life support, clean my blood with a machine for a while, and hope my body could heal the nerve demylantation after the disease takes its course. He estimated I had less than a month to live, that I had a 5% chance of making it. Fucking bad new it was, no doubt. But I disagreed with him about my chances, since I was a fit thirty-four year old who was, otherwise, quite healthy. I take pride as to how well I take care of my body, and wondered why some slob who didn't eat right or exercise wasn't in the is predicament instead of me!

A am of the belief that things happen for a reason, that my predicament was more than being at the wrong place at the wrong time. My specialist said they don't know what causes this rare disease, so I wondered if it was something I did or said that got me here, that God was punishing me. What did I do wrong? In the solitude of my private room, I rationalized that if I could find out what it was I did, then, I could correct it and, subsequently, God would heal me.

The moment I felt I was stricken, like a strong slap on the side of my face, I was thinking about sexual relations with three beautiful ladies in the front row with their parents, each enchanting in their own way. They must have been sisters, attractive as they appeared in their Sunday best. They ranged in age from late teens to early twenties. But it wasn't just a passing thought or image. I was thinking about them all the while I gave my presentation, distracted by them for whatever reason. It might have been coincidental, for I do tend to make assumptions without much validation.

Within two days I lost control of most of my muscles, and couldn't make it to the bathroom any longer. I was being paralyzed like someone shot me with a dart of slow acting voodoo magic. My greatest fear was that, before all this was through, someone would bury me alive, thinking I was already dead. It was the sense of fatigue that got the worst of me, yet I couldn't sleep.

With all the shit going on in my body, I had another problem. I had a perpetual erection! The fucker would not go down! Before I lost the use of my left arm, I compounded my sin by I jerking-off under the sheets, to see if I could get my dick to settle down, but my orgasm did nothing to quell the b**st. I noticed, however, it felt even more pleasurable than usual. Perhaps it was the contrast between two overpowering sensations, most of my skin now 24/7 pins and needles; like when my arm would fall asleep.

I decided not to call my aged parents and deliver bad news. They'd try to make their way to my side or die themselves trying. I wasn't going to make them, or any of my friends, watch me deteriorate, if that was the way it was to be. That, and I had a spiritual crisis, thinking how unjust God was in his treatment of me. They say you find few atheist in a hospital, but deep in my heart I knew I'd just become one. My family wouldn't abide by my disassociation with the church, especially my mother.

The next day a neurologist agreed with the nursing staff that I had severe pirapism. His Hindu accent was difficult to understand. He said, "Yes, Jimmy, the medications increasing your blood flow doesn't help matters, but I don't want to tamper with my regiment. It may go down of its own accord, eventually. Normally, I could give the penis a shot to alleviate it, but I am greatly concerned it may cause more nerve damage and have other unexpected side effects with your rare neurological problems. That, and it is one of the few places you have sensation."

What made it even more awkward is that I do have a freakish-large penis, and I don't mean just a large penis. I mean freakish, in reference to what others think of me after they see it. To put things in perspective, my x-wife ingratiatingly referred to me as her, "gargantuan eleven incher." Strange as it may sound, this wasn't the first time I wished I was normal in that regard.

Imagine being me, when a nun from the hospital rectory came by to offer spiritual support, and the pillow the nurse strategically placed falls off because the thing has a tendency to quiver-- as I used to make it do voluntarily when I had a good hard-on (using my sphincter to make it go up and down). I couldn't help but laugh at the expression on her face, as if I was sexually attracted to her, my cock fluttering through the sheet like one of satin’s b**sts on its own accord.

Then there were the candy-stripers, who made the rounds one day unannounced, along with a procession of clowns. Well, I thought, at least I had the sheet on, but the four young ladies couldn't help but stare, confused. One of the clowns said to the other, "That's something you don't get to see everyday." Off they went.

I've always been articulate, which is why I was excellent at selling sound systems and musical instruments to large churches. Slurred speech or not, the nurses got to know me that week. I'm an outspoken, engaging person with interesting stories about my travels around the world, especially when I am 'charmingly delirious', come to find. I'd much rather be with people than be alone, and I am genuinely curious about others, too.

You would be surprised at how many health care workers stopped by to introduce themselves, men and woman alike, to wish me well. I greeted them all with as much enthusiasm I could muster, asking them to sit and visit for a while. For the record, I am a flirt. With all the stress I was under, I misinterpreted a a nurse who gave me a sponge-bath, asking her for a happy ending. Man, she got pissed and stormed out.

The day shift supervisor came to visit me after the incident. I must say, she was certainly of more help to me spiritually during my stay than the clergy. She explained, considering my condition, a nurse might be uncomfortable providing care with me being naked, in such a state I was, so she would see to it that, whenever possible, a male nurse would take care of me.

She add, "Unless you can tolerate a sheet and/or a pillow over your genitals, and not hit on the girls!"

I expressed how angry I was about dying, that it wasn't fair, and how much I'd rather go out with my boots on. I told her there must be some reason for me to die here, like this. I took it as a sign from god, I said. Without trepidation, I leveled with her that I was recently divorced, that I wished every available single girl in the entire hospital would line up and take a turn, if only to distract me from my own thoughts.

Knowing I would probably need to go on full life support soon, I pleaded with her to make arrangements that anyone could stop by to visit me, and if a woman might like to be with me, that I be permitted that option, so long as it doesn't disturb the other patients. She said that she would think about it, perhaps have a discussion with the evening supervisor, MS. Peters. In return, I was not to solicit sex.

As I got to know the staff, most were fine with me being naked, since my sheets were so uncomfortable on my skin. It was like just another day at the office, whereas others insisted I get the the pillow and sheet treatment. Every change in shift, it seemed, someone was putting on, or taking off, my sheet. I had a dream about being a bull engaged at the coliseum against a thin matador named, El-Toro!

Nurse Peters was a feistiest fifty year old woman I'd ever met. She frequently made me laugh-- you don't know it's hard to laugh when your diaphragm only works partly. After a candid conversation, she told me the word had gotten out my unusual case of pirapism, admitting that if I were of a different build few would take interest. She said that she would keep on-guard for prying eyes, but I told her, no, please, don't do that. I didn't mind them looking, and told her so, so long as they didn't wake me.

On her way out, I asked her to send me a hot young nurse to give me some, since I could still feel erotic sensation in my penis, that maybe if someone helped me out, it would go down. What's more, I was dying and wanted to spend idle time engaged with people so long as I could, sex or no sex.

"You know I can't do that," she said, but there was a potential she'd help me out.

I jokingly called after her, my words slurred, "Consider it a 'Make-A-Wish request', whose ethics, as I recall, might frown on such things."

She left for a while, only to return later when my condition deteriorated, as they had to shove tubes down my throat instead of dinner. One nurse jokingly said that it was the only way they could get me to shut up. It really didn't matter when it came to the communications aspect because my tongue stopped working, too. I was so distraught, depressed and wished I could kill myself, at that point, thinking about the book, Johnny Got His Gun.

Just before dawn, a very pretty nurse, who introduced herself as Tina, stopped in for a visit. She was twenty-two, married with one c***d, come to find. Blonde hair cut short, brown eyes twinkled with caring and compassion in the morning light, it was as if I had seen a vision. And she was honest, too.

"One of the girls upstairs said you were in a condition here, that you have a marvelous erection that never goes down, so I was curious." I could tell she thought I was good looking. A brief, enchanting smile. "Do you mind if I take a look?" gesturing that she remove the pillow. Fascinated by the tent pole effect, she asked if she might take off the sheet another nurse had prudishly burdened me with. I was able to bend my head, ever so slightly, in approval.

She gawked, "Working here two years, I've yet to see anything like that!"

She was so cute, too, with nice firm breasts pushing against that cotton shirt. I've had similar reaction before, the way she reacted to my monstrosity, but I was never in a situation where I couldn't prove how gentile I could be with it. A coy look crossed her face and I could see she wanted to touch it. So, I motioned with a grunt and a shift of my eyes to, please, give me a squeeze! I thought there might be hope, that I might get off... just one more time before I died.

She continued, "Nancy and MS. Peters said I could do what I wanted here, that we wouldn't be interrupted." A few nice, gentle strokes. "She also said they weren't going to schedule patients on either side of your room for a while, since it's slow and you have noisy equipment in here frequently. As if talking to herself, she went on, "There are no rooms across the hall, so we don't have to worry about disturbing anyone."

Stroking it admirably, this angel said quietly, "She told me that you might not live long, that I'd be doing a great service if I could distract you from your discomfort."

The head of my dick disappeared in her mouth. And was she talented. She looked so innocent, but there was a dirty girl who loved to suck cock determined to get as much of me down her throat as she could. The sensation of pins and needles diminished, as I could concentrate on the intense pleasurable sensation. Nurse Tina was going to all length to comfort a dying man!

She told me about herself, what was going on in her life-- in a manner that reminded me of a barber-- while casually sucking my dick. It took her ten minuets of expert sucking for a week of sperm to vigorously gush into her mouth. She sloped it up, like it was her reward, her tongue finding every drop. My god, that was the best blow-job I've ever had, or ever will have, I supposed. She cleaned herself up, and gave me a peck on the cheek before returning to her rounds.

When I saw MS Peters later that evening, she asked, "Did Nancy set you up with something, I heard? Did you get yourself some relaxation?" with a knowing eye, chuckling while talking. "Well, I guess it's my turn then. Let me see what I can do."

I was so grateful, for even just the kind thought from this kind woman meant lots to me. She laughed a deep genuine belly-laugh, looking at the appreciation in my eyes.

"Remember what you have, not what you've lost." Nancy leaned into me, in confidence, "Tina gets a kick out of helping patients that way."

The evening after that, a heavy-set black woman in her mid-fifties, who said she was a nursing aid, came in, closed the door behind her and said, "Our third shift supervisor told the day supervisor that we can take care of you, if you like." I didn't know what the hell she was talking about. She didn't wait for a reply; rather, she broke eye contact and gave me a nice blow-job. Afterward, she just disappeared, an overweight ghost who gave pretty good head. I was so taken back by the generosity of this shy, unknown woman.

Another incident occurred two days later a lunch time, of all things. I was sleeping when I felt a hand on my erection, a very soft and tiny hand. But when I opened my eyes all I could see was a cotton handkerchief over my face. I heard the door open, and whoever it was whispered, "You are good for a quick fifteen, twenty tops." Then, the door quietly closed.

The veil was removed from my left eye, and I was confronted by a huge eyeball staring at me. It must have been a half an inch away. It was a shy blue eye that inspected my pupils while asking, "Do you mind if I take a quickie, Jimmy?" I blinked once, and she placed the cotton fabric back over my curious eye, but I could see a little; enough to see she wore a white nursing skirt and owned a pair of shapely legs.

No more than five minuets passed and she let out a suppressed groan that sounded to me like she was trying to sneeze, but couldn't. She sighed in relief and rolled off of me, her voice a telltale of her identity. It was the nurse assigned to me that day, Betty, who was twenty-six and planned to have a large family. Before I lost my ability to speak, I tried to convince her to have sex with me because she was so hot. I remember her saying that she was newly married just two months ago.

I noticed a few nurses on the day shift were close as sisters, including Betty. Well, they wanted to throw me a party, where in I was the special guest of honor! A nurse named Linda, whom I did not know prior, took a while with me using communication cards to blink my approval of their intent. She said they gathered every third Friday for some kind of activity, thought it might be fun to start with me.

"There will only be a few of us," she assured me, "but the girls will want to gawk at you in your sheet, of course, if that would be OK?" she said nervously. I could see she was feeling uncomfortable talking to me about this standing next to my bed, the two of us alone, me lying there nude.

It seemed to take forever, but I spelled out, "Please, visit and peek, if they like. Let them know I still have feeling in my penis."

That Friday, the nurses started to show up after second shift change, around nine o'clock that day. Barb, the first to arrive, was a middle aged woman who was dressed in bland street clothes, since she worked first shift. I liked Barb because she was dumpy and goofy with a warm heart, and she had a slight Chinese accent that made me smile inside.

She said in an endearing way, "Look, I know you said great on this party thing, but this is girls night out stuff. Like going to the strip club. Because you so big all the time. But, since you are a captive audience, it will sure beat watching Leno, won't it? Maybe I get to see if some of they might show you how they look, if it is not too frustrating for you?"

I blinked a firm yes, batting my eyes to get my meaning across.

"Ohh, so you still feel good down there? That is good, Jimmy. So, later, when they get here, I can take sheet off? So, I put the sheet on, and we take off later, OK with you?"

During the first hour, eleven medical staff personnel accumulated; nine women and two men, seemingly having a good time catching up, some in nursing uniforms, but most wore street clothes. A few were drinking mixed drinks in Wendy's cups. It really felt great to be around so many people having a good time.

Linda came to my bedside and asked how I was feeling, then she slowly removed my sheet, which drew a few heads. Some of them ignored what was going on. Others talked like I was in a c***, saying things like, "Too bad he is dying... such a waste of a beautiful dick," in earshot. I heard an incredibly attractive blonde woman at the base of my bed reply, "Do you think he would feel it if I cut off that beauty and took it home with me?" Man, how rude can you get? One of the girls took her aside and explained I was awake and attentive.

I could see most just considered me a freak worth looking at, since opportunity had presented itself. A few whispered to each other, and a nurse named Judy proposed a toast. It felt like a send off, as if they were all bidding me a fine journey across the river, Styx.

I heard my name mumbled by the bathroom, but couldn't make out what they were talking about. The women seem to matriculate into the unoccupied space of my double room, leaving me bedside with a plump woman of thirty or so and a girl named Bobby, who kept her hair in a pigtail.

My privacy screen was drawn closed, and I heard the door opened and closed a few times, then a thud, as if someone had braced the door with a chair. This was followed by muted laughter, and I heard one of them say, "You have such nice firm, boobs, Penny." Then, a group of five moved closer to the bed. The were all naked, including fifty-something Barb! To even things out in that regard, one of them was that beautiful blonde woman who insulted me! My heart palpitated in anticipation.

A tube of lube appeared in the blond's hand, as if out of thin air. The two dressed women next to me saw it as a cue to leave, which they did.

"Lube, Jimmy up good, Penny," I heard one of them say.

Pretty Penny said, "So perfect. Very nice. Yes, a nice big hard erection and a guy who can't talk about what you did to him. Just perfect. This one takes home the blue ribbon at the county fair!"

One of the women whispered in reply, "It never tell tales..." and yet another snickered, "...it never fails."

It was so wonderful to be the center of attention, and I loved it. I felt a million miles away from death. Virginia, who was one of my primary nurses during the day, leaned into my ear and said, "Are you doin' OK, Hon?" to which I blinked yes, indeed. She was the first to wrap her lips around my dick. They took turns stroking and sucking me, like it was some game between them. One of the girls put my bed up further, so I could more easily see what they were doing to me.

Linda put a condom on me and said, "So,who is up first?"

"I'll go," Barb said.

The side rails went down, and there she was sitting on me, looking at the wall behind the bed. She looked so nervous, her hands on my shoulders for support. I have no idea if she came, but when ten minuets later she was out of breath, I assumed she was a cigarette smoker.

Barb was replaced by a woman who, upon closer inspection, I recognized from the X-Ray department, a gal that was constantly smiling, as much so as my dick remained hard. She was a woman about my age, naked except for her bright yellow tennis shoes. A few minuets of trying ensued great frustration, for she could not accommodate me whatsoever. She flopped down on the spare bed and masturbated with the help of a friend.

Now, Linda was a fit woman in her mid-twenties, who looked much better with her clothes off. Her breasts were large and irregular; a large tattoo of a chrysanthemum entirely covered one of her breasts. She slid me in to her large pussy, ever so gently. I closed my eyes and focused on the great technique she used to fuck me. Ten minuets out, I came an oozing froth that seeped down and slowly pooled on my groin.

One of the other nurses noticed it and informed Linda that the condom may have broken, and she was so close to an orgasm, I could tell. So, in the thrills of it, between gasps, she said on shaky knees, "damage done, need to... aahhh.. come!" I felt her tighten up on me like a vice, her pussy so wet from my own orgasm moments ago.

I was hoping they would give me a rest because I really needed one. For some reason I expected to understand I needed a time out between orgasms, like most men. But the girls seemed unconcerned of my needs at that moment, and went on fucking me consecutively for a full two hours! They fucked me senseless. Toward the end, I was so tired I lost consciousness for ten minuets at a time.

When I came to, the fox of a looker, Penny, was pounding away on me, while Linda and Barb held her steady. The look in her face, the glimpse I could see while she slapped her perfect tits in my face, I could tell she was having an intense orgasm, most of my cock buried in her. She was one of those firecracker women who could have multiple orgasms, one after the other for five minutes. While she dismounted, still panting, she whispered, "Sorry...I'm so sorry..." referring to earlier, and sucked her juices from my perpetual erection to drive home the point. I accepted her apology with a blink she never saw.

My dick was starting to feel real sore after that. I'd had enough. Nurse Linda forgot to check in with me. She had too many drinks, and got into eating one of the girls out. Thank god they were through with me, looking down at my reddened cock, which flailed on my belly like a mackerel thrown onto the deck of a ship.

It became thankfully quiet. As soon as the door closed I fell asleep. Moments later, I hear the door open and close again. It was close to three o'clock in the morning; I didn't want more visitors. Some guy was standing there by my television.

He said, "I'm Paul from the party. Remember, I met you earlier?" He stepped in from out of the shadows, and came up to my bed, looking at my erection while talking. I didn't recognize him because he wasn't at the party.

"I noticed how busy you were earlier, thought I'd wait until they all went home to say... hello." His voice was pressured, the timber flat.

Like I said, I don't mind a guy taking a look if they are curious, but I am defiantly not gay-- not that there is anything wrong with that. OK, I'll say it. I think there is something wrong with that, and had no desire for this man to touch me in any way. I would have thought someone might have told him my preference, if he was at the party early on.

He asked, "Do you mind if I sucked on you for a while? It looks so inviting."

I guess he didn't understand my eye signal for no, that I was not interested. He went down on me anyway, and the dude was terrible, to boot! He cut me accidentally with one of his teeth. At least, that's what I thought, but when it happened the second time I realized he was doing it on purpose. The fucker was cutting up the head of my cock with something he had in his mouth, then chewed on the head of my cock, hard! When he took his mouth away, I could see streams of blood roll down my shaft.

"I imagine you don't like that much, but there it is. Tastes a little better with some blood mixed in." He leaned down and bit me hard, so hard I was concerned he might bite the fucker off. He leaned into my face, looking at me. "I bet you are into pain." I noticed he took hold of something by the side of the bed. "I think you have been a bad man," he said.

Paul moved his hand up, so my eye followed his hand, and his other hand brought a white colored bible down hard on my prick. POW! He smacked it so hard, it smashed my cock against the side of the rail hard. I closed my eyes, feeling like I had been shot. Smash, another meaty blow with the side of the book. SMACK! I could see a smear of my blood on the binding, my eyes tearing up.

He beat me up like that until I passed out ten minuets later. When I awoke, the clock indicated I'd been out for an hour. I looked down in fear, thinking my cock was in shreds. It sure as hell hurt like it had been put through a garbage disposal, but I could see he had cleaned me up and rolled a black condom over the top half of my dick, to hide the cuts, bites and abrasions. A pool of blood formed in the little nipple at the top of it.

While inspecting myself, a woman looked at me from the door, the privacy curtain and door left open, but she didn't say hello or offer me any eye contact, just shoved a camera-phone in front of me and snapped a picture. She sat down in the dark, playing with her smart phone. I heard her laugh to herself, then, she went out into the hall.

After a while, I could see it was Tracy, whom I met briefly when she made the rounds. I remembered her because she had a lot of freckles, real frizzy hair that made her look too young to be a nursing student. She swore she was eighteen, still in high school, but on some sort of interim program that gave her a head start come her first semester.

"My friends, Janna and Christie, are on their way in. They don't work here and it's after visiting hours, but Nancy knew I was coming in for a visit, so it shouldn't be a problem. They all like me. I caught Linda in the hall on her way out. She looked like you fucked her good." She put a pillow over my battered dick without looking at it, then ducked out to catch up with Julie, who was walking briskly down the hall, my room being a part of her territory for the evening, neglected as I was.

Additional talking, a suppressed laugh, followed by a fourth voice. It was a woman who sounded exactly like the actress, Elizabeth Shue! Such a beautiful voice, so charming and sultry. My imagination conduced up her sultry form.

The sprite shadow with a delectable voice moved through to the doorway and asked, "Can he hear us?"

"Yeah, but he is in a c***," Tracy lied.

I could see a small frame, peering in through the open privacy curtain. She must have been under five feet tall, dressed in jeans and wore a pink blouse, revealing ample cleavage. I could see her peeking around the corner like a timid deer, to see me laying there naked, except for the pillow. She was young, perhaps eighteen or nineteen, from what I could tell. The wisp of a girl turned back to her girlfriends by the door and gracefully moved to join them, her apple-butt the kind I used to like to spank.

She said, "He's a handsome man, if it weren't for the tubes."

"Be quiet, Janna, until we close the door," Tracy said.

The other stranger, whom I learned to be Christie, was anxious as a fox on hunting day, first looking out the windows and in the bathroom, looking under the bed. She pulled up a chair and sat down next to my midsection. A thin girl in her early twenties, who seemed pale and gaunt with a morbid attractiveness akin to Morticia Addams. I thought I'd best scoot over, if I could have, because she did not look so good. She had that look as if she had too much to drink, I thought.

The overhead day-lights went on, filling the room with bright light that dilated my purples and hurt my eyes. Once acclimated, I couldn't help but look at Janna, for she became radiant in the bright light. A tiny thing, with a hot gymnastic body under her small clothes, for sure. I could tell by the way she moved that she was a natural dancer. And that voice, that fucking voice, it was like Oxycontin to my ears.

She came to my bedside, took hold of my hand. "You poor soul..." Looking into my eyes, showing me compassion despite Tracy telling her I was out for the count. "He's got a kind face. And such a nice chest, my, my..." she trailed off, checking me out.

Now, much closer to my tearing eyes, Janna's face looked sexy. One pretty girl, but I prefer them my own age, if push came to shove. She reminded me of someone I'd met recently, or seen on a show, but I couldn't place it.

At that instant, Tracy remove the pillow. I mean, the bright lights, the three of them standing there looking down at me, well, I felt like a piece of meat. I hoped at least one of them would notice I was injured soon because I needed medical treatment, and I felt so tired, so frigging tired!

Christie broke out in a loud, crass voice, "What the fuck is that? What, Tracy, is this some kind of practice joke? That's not real, you silly twit!"

"That's fucking huge!" Janna exclaimed. Right off, she took hold of my cock with both hands, and I felt my pain multiply exponentially. "It's almost too big for the condom." She had second thoughts. "Wow... that's... I don't know about this now..." Studying at my thickness.

Tracy said, "Well, miss wise-ass, you said you could do it. Bigger the better, you say. I say, prove it or you owe me fifty bucks, you little runt!"

Christie said, while removing her shoes,"I'll give him a shot first. That's amazing that he stays so hard. How long has it been like this?"

"Three weeks," Jackie replied.

"Man, he is pretty buff. Look at those abs," Jenna commented, " I bet he is a weight trainer. A fucking nice body here. So sad he is dying." I could tell by the tone of her luscious voice she was getting aroused by my body, but with her, it seemed the eroticism of me being helpless titillated her. "This isn't like we are fucking a corpse, is it?" She clasped her hands together and twisted her body to accentuate the question, with an air of incessant sexual curiosity.

"No, that's a warm-blooded hard-on, if ever I'd seen one. Did you know when the guys die, they all get an erection? All men have hardwood after they are dead. Trust me. I've seen it. I've seen quite a few."

Jenna said, "Yeah, well, there is such a thing as too big..."

Christie said, "Tracy, you twisted girl, tell me you didn't fuck a corpse."

Giggling, both Tracy and Janna played with my cock and balls, taking turns sucking on it. It hurt so bad, my mind cringed in pain, but there was no place I could go, other than to think about that shit that hurt me so bad, how I wanted revenge. I knew people that would hunt and kill him, if I could just make a phone call. My mind played an image of my hand dialing an old rotary phone that cut the tips of the fingers off.

Christie, now naked, hopped up onto the bed, her knee smashing the side of my hip, disconnecting a lead of some kind. She jumped onto my chest hard, so drunk and clumsy was she, she fell on top of me with all her weight, which knocked the wind out of me. I felt like I was going to pass out, so I did.

When I came to, Tracy was standing next to me winded, her face sweaty and her hair out of place. She said, holding on to Jenna's arm, helping her onto the bed. "Fuck, that was good." She was flushed, and panting hard. On the other side was Christy, poor uncoordinated Christy, who looked cold as ever.

Looking at this young girl's face, I wondered how she ended up here, ready to fuck a guy she thought was in a c***. Our eyes met as she settled her self into a comfortable position. She looked at my eyes closely, and I met them with an imploring hazel-blue stare, hoping she would notice by the expression in my eyes I was in serious, severe fucking pain.

"Are you sure he isn't awake? He seems to be tracking my eyes pretty good. Hello there, you," she said smiling. "I'm Jenna. Don't cry."

I wanted to ask her to keep talking for as long as I lived. I found her voice so exquisite, perplexed how it might come from such a young girl. Just hold me and keep on talking, is all I wanted from her. No more sex, please, I tried to say. I so much wanted to ask them all to stop, that what they were doing was wrong on so many levels.

She leaned into my ear. "I'm going to fuck you like you can feel it. The nurse in the hall said you could." She positioned herself gently so the girls could wrangle me into her. "Now, don't hurt me," she whispered.

Christy asked, "Condom on or off, sweet cheeks... I know you hate the feel of them."

"Definitely off. I hate the feel of those filthy things," Jenna said.

Christy slid the condom off and said to Tracy, who was in the toilet, "Tray, he's pretty beat up." She was holding the condom up, looking at a lot of blood. "The girls must have really put him through his paces before we started. He is bleeding." She threw the condo, along with a significant amount of my blood, into the waist bin.

"Wipe him down, then lube him up good!' Tracy said.

So, dumb as rocks Christy finds some rubbing alcohol and pours it onto my flailed cock! I reeled back, my mind scorched by the agony, but my body remained still, unable to move away from the fire in my cock. I felt Christie wrap a hand towel around me and rub it up and down the shaft a few times, its texture like sand paper.

Jenna, still in my face, said, "You're such a big boy! I'm going to take good care of you."

Christy was holding a hand towel covered in blood, and she doesn't care to think I might be in trouble. She said, "I wiped him down and he is still bleeding. It looks like he has a few deep cuts."

Thank God, I thought. There may be a reprieve, I hoped. If anything, she was going to communicate with me. Instead, she dismisses what she sees.

"He'll be fine," she said. "Reach in the draw next to you and grab that tube of KY Jelly. We'll lube the hell out of him for Jenna, then we should get going. You know, we three haven't done anything like this in a long time."

The cute as a button Jenna, whispered, "Huston, we have a green light," and she lowered her weight down onto my awaiting cock, its demolished head slowly working in and out of her tight pussy. She applied greater downward pressure, one of the other girls guiding her down onto me. I felt my cock bow, like she was in the wrong position and was going to fold me in two, but the added pressure forced the bulbous head into her tiny body a good ways. She slowly slid half-way down my length, grunting as if she felt the same searing sensation as I, as if her juices consisted mostly of toxic acid.

She squealed, "Ohhh... that hurts!"

Tracy motioned that Christy take hold of Jenna's hip, the two of them forcing her down on me while laughing. Jenna's expression was as if she was punched hard in the stomach.

"Ohhh! That's too deep! STOP!"

Within no time, Christie and Tracy had established a rhythm, lifting their welter-weight companion up and pushing her back down again. After a dozen strokes, Jenna stopped struggling. She rolled her head back and wheezed out a groan. I felt her hips take up the syncopation of the helpers flanking her, squeezing me on the upstroke, relaxing on the down.

"Ohhhh." I heard Jenna tout. "Mmmmmm... yes." Thirty seconds later, "Push me deeper!"

The girls let go once she started to move in long strokes of her own accord.

Then, I realized I wasn't in as much pain! How could that be? Each passing stroke relinquished more of my suffering, as if sweet Jenna was absorbing it, channeling it through her. I knew it was all untrue, my senses now deceiving me. The burning ceased altogether, replaced by an intense shock of pleasure that, somehow, disabled my eyelids, for I could no longer blink.

Christie said, "That got him going, Jenna. Wow... look at all of that cum!"

"I told you. I knew he'd do that with big-ass balls like that. Look at all of that. He came so-o-o much. I want to taste it," Tracy said.

Christie said, "Yeah, but look at the blood mixed in."

"You bitch. Put it back in, Christy, or I'm telling Mom," Jenna said playfully, swinging about to face Tracy giving me head in rapid succession, the pain unbearable. Sprites of blue and yellow star-bursts appeared through my eyelids. And when she slid me back into Jenna I felt great surges of pleasure as intense as the pain was for me only seconds earlier.

As if hearing through a megaphone far, far away, I could see Tracy looking at my dried-out eyes, her lips moving, but her words followed out of sync. She asked, "Do you like the feel of my little sister's pussy, so deep in there? You do, don't you, Jimmy. Yes, you do. "

I had to answer the question truthfully to myself. I considered this question in the deepest throes of passion, a cloak to thwart my despair. The truth was this u******ed vixen felt better than my entire life experiences combined! Did this mean after living an honest and civil life, if not ethical, I was going to go to hell soon? I wanted no part of this, this tarnish on my final record, but it all was all my doing because I couldn't leave well enough alone, culminating in this snare.

I could see my dick slide in and out of her, but I no longer felt the sensation of a tight, wet vagina. My consciousness was fading again. Jenna was crashing into me hard now, like I was the uneven parallel bars at her gym. She spun around with me still inside her, got on all fours and rode me like a young girl possessed, this passionate creature, taking my measure and seemingly wanting more!

"Jenna, you are a fucking slut," Christie chastised, and motioned for Tracy to get dressed. "I wish I could fuck like that, you little monkey."

Back to facing me, Jenna muted her screams of passion with my neck, which she licked and kissed and sucked vigorously. Her contractions sporadic, then building to a convulsive, hyperventilating orgasm, followed by long drawn out moans, that eventually turned into laughter.

"My god, that's so amazing!" she said excitedly, looking deep into my eyes once again. "And why didn't I meet you sooner? " I could not feel but passion for her, without remorse or pity, because I doubted she understood what was right and wrong, the victim of a fucked up family, no doubt.

Clothes back on, Tracy and Christie moved to the bed to help Jenna get down, but she said she wanted more time with me. The overhead lights went off and I heard the door open.

Tracy came back to the bed and said, "See you later, s*s," and gave her a long, tongue entwined, kiss. She said, "He really is conscious, Jenna. So, he can hear you. Don't come out until after eight... that's in two hours, no sooner because visiting hours start at eight." The door latched behind her.

No idea why, but it was the clicking sound of that door where my mind did a double-take. I felt confused, trying to make sense of what it was that I was so feeling deep inside my core. It was on the tip of my deadened tongue, a significant item I'd missed somewhere. My keen memory began to playback images of my trip to the hospital, and that fatal moment in the church...that final presentation, how... how... the sisters looked at me. My god. The sisters.

They looked entirely different without their Sunday-go-to-meeting dresses, but it was them. I felt certain of it now, the girls I lusted over, who were my preoccupation. It was the three sisters who were at the church, who were fucking me to death.

"I thought there was somebody in there," she said to me, pushing down on me with renewed vigor. She fucked me as if it were a dying man's last wish come true, and , the cat out of the bag now, I would have it no other way.

The agile teen spun herself around like an acrobat not losing a stroke. If only I could fuck her back, I thought, since I seemed destined to go to hell; I embraced the gluttony of life and denied my ethical responsibilities to be true to my own self.

Jenna had another orgasm before she sunk herself back down into a cowgirl position. She whispered in my ear, gently, raising and lowering herself ever so delicately in unison with her inflection. "Yes. Come in me. I want you." It was Elizabeth's voice; I was sure of it. "Please make me happy. I want to feel you in me again... to be sure! Let me have it... let it go. Please, you have to come again for me, to be sure I have the right sperm..." Her voice was so intoxicating and insistent, filled with wanton need to take me in. "Let it out, baby, please. I want him to be you, so strong and beautiful. Please... come in me now!"

I wasn't sure if I did as she commanded, although a sense of total relaxation flowed onto me, like a wave over my head, a warm Caribbean splash. I was a trout returned home from abroad, to lay my seed in the stream of youth before I died.

She reacted as if I came a lot again, deep into her this time. All I felt was a warmth, a desire to give in and empty myself completely. I felt as if I had, just then, returned from a losing battle, the worrier in repose, whose only comfort lay in the arms of his heart's desire.

"Yes, that's my boy. Come and feel no pain. Come to me, now. Good boy. So nice of you to share him with me, and not the others."

Jenna's mantra was so comforting, and filled with unconditional love. She stroked my hair, looking at me, into my no longer blinking eyes, her own crying softly now. I felt a tear hit my right eye, blinding me. And when she pushed herself down, engulfing my very being, pulling and pushing herself closer to my very soul, I felt certain she would never remove herself from our embrace, if not forced to do so. A sense of peace filled me, as if I'd been absolved by Jenna. I fell into the deepest recesses of my fluffy white pillows, her body in a fervor, trying to work one final orgasm from me, as she, herself came in a fitful spasm that had her pounding my chest in frustration.

I heard the tube pop out of the connector above me, the respirator hissing from the change in back pressure, without the customary alarm sounds. It must have been that lead Christy had accidentally knocked off earlier.

Jenna whispered, "I will grow him up to be a strong man like his father... and he will be an important man... like you." Her voice faded as I exhaled my final breath, "...no feeling any more pain, my love. Let it all go..."

In the grasps of her nubile vagina, I found peace.

END