Mike entered the hospital room and slowly shut the door behind him, locking it with his keycard. "What took you so long?", a soft voice called out, startling him.
Chris waved at him from her bed, amidst a forest of tubes, wires and monitors. Mike hurried over and dropped his backpack besides the bed. He leaned over and kissed his girlfriend on the lips. She pulled him in closer, and opened her mouth, letting Mike swirl his tongue around hers. Mike savored the sensation as they french kissed. The two broke off, saliva stringing from each others lips.
Chris looked down at her lap. "Mike, I've gotten worse", she mumbled. "The doc says I've only got a couple weeks left in me". Mike felt his legs stagger, his heart dropping down into his stomach. "W-What? But t-the treatment was going so w-well", he stuttered in shock. She looked up at him, a regretful look on her face. "I lied", she said simply, her head turned away. "I was being selfish. Seeing you every day, I didn't want to see you sad or worried about me."
Her fingers fidgeted with the IV tube inserted into her arm. She looked back at him, tears rolling down her face."I'm sorry, you deserved to know", her voice cracked.
Mike sat on the bed, swung his legs over, and embraced her tightly. She wrapped her arms around his body and pulled him closer. "Fuck me", she whispered. Mike shivered as her warm breath caressed his ear. "I don't want to die a virgin."
Chris pushed him away, sat up, and undid the buttons on her hospital gown, revealing her firm stomach and modest, palm sized breasts. Mike felt his dick twitch and pulse as she pulled the gown off entirely, leaving her naked. Before her illness, Chris had been the star of the Sir Oakbridge Secondary School Senior Girls soccer team, and her body still retained traces of that athleticism.
Her slender fingers gracefully pulled the fly down on Mike's jeans. He felt his heart flutter as she pulled his semi erect dick out and grasped it in her warm palms. Chris pulled the bed sheet over them and jerked Mike's dick until it grew stiff and ram rod straight. She moved herself down the bed until she was face to face with Mike's manhood. She took his cock into her mouth and pushed herself down until her nose bumped against his pelvis. Chris bobbed her head up and down, licking and sucking Mike's cock. He felt his climax coming and grabbed her head, pushing it down as he blasting thick strings of cum down her throat. She pulled away, coughing and hacking.
"Oh shit, are you okay?", Mike looked at her with a concerned expression. She wiped away the semen around her lips and nodded. "You surprised me there, dude", she said as she snuggled against his chest. "How about round 2, popping my cherry?" A mischievous grin spread across her face. "No need for protection, I won't live long enough for that."
She straddled his pelvis and pulled at his dick, which was rapidly regaining its hard on. "
Hey, now its my turn to take the lead", Mike sat up and pushed Chris down. He stared at her beautiful brown eyes, her flushed freckled cheeks and her cute reddish brown bangs.
"What are you waiting for, big guy?", she teased. "Just admiring you", he whispered, emotion crawling into his tone. Shaking his head, he placed the tip of his dick at the entrance of her tight teenage slit and rammed it in. Chris's nails dug into his back as she gasped in pain. Mike looked down at the blood seeping into the bed sheet. "How about that, I'm a woman now", Chris looked up at him, tears welling in her eyes. Her usual wisecracks were nowhere to be heard.
Grunting, Mike began to pump his cock into Chris's pussy. She moaned, the initial pain subsumed by the pleasure of her boyfriend's penis slamming into her. Her long, toned legs wrapped around his torso. She pulled his face down and kissed him again, on the lips. With a final gasp, Mike came once more, shooting a thick, hot wad of jizz into her womb. She came at the same time, her love juices flowing down his cock and her inner thigh.
"Mike, I love you" Chris gasped, "I lo-HURRrrrrrngh!" The girl doubled over, grasping at her chest. The EKG machine she was hooked up to began to emit an ever faster sequence of bleeps. Chris raised her head with a weak smile. "I-I think this is it", she grasped his arm tightly, her nails drawing blood. "I'm scared, Mike", she uttered, her voice tight with fear. Mike grabbed her as she fell over. Tears slipped down his cheeks and dripped onto her face. "I love you too, Chris", he choked out.
She never responded.
Her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. The EKG machine registered a flat, high pitched tone. Mike felt her hand fall away limply. He sobbed and held her tightly, as if to keep her warmth from slipping away. Christina Luccini passed away at the tender age of 17, on the evening of the 26th of June, 2019.
I can't tell if this is real or not. I'm getting some interesting results on Google, but now I'm afraid of continuing that search.
Thanks for the response, I was in a sappy mood today. This was inspired by a novel/manga called "I Want To Eat Your Pancreas" or "君の膵臓をたべたい".
This was pretty cute. You thinking of a sequel? Probably either a funeral fuck or even the mortician having a go?
Yeah, I was thinking about doing a sequel in the morgue.
One Last Time
Robert the mortician slowly zipped open the bag. A young girl's serene face stared up at him, her dull, unseeing eyes reflecting the harsh white light of the surgical lamp.
He felt his heartbeat quicken. Oh, how he loved to work on the young and attractive. Robert loved the feel of their soft skin, still pliant and smooth, running under his fingers. He loved their full heads of glossy hair, sometimes still braided or curled or put up in a ponytail, their fresh faces with not a hint of stress or age, still soft with youth.
Most importantly, he loved to give the most attractive, most youthful "clients" (as he liked to refer to the corpses) a sending away gift for their trip to the afterlife.
The mortician snapped back from his reverie and pulled the zipper down fully. Robert took a cursory glance at the ID tag tied to the girl's toe. One Christina Luccini, age 17. Time of death was 7:43PM, only half an hour ago. A patient from the palliative care ward.
He jotted it down in his tablet, and continued looking over the body. Christina had been a sporty girl, he could tell. Her abdomen still bore the traces of a 6 pack, her thighs and legs were firm and still slightly muscular, and overall her form was slim with barely a trace of body fat. Robert leaned over and took a sniff. She smelt of sweat and of something vaguely pungent. He placed a finger on her stomach and ran it down to her pelvis. Her skin was slick with perspiration, and still slightly warm.
Robert licked his lips, his fingers trembling in anticipation. He pulled open his trousers and gave his dick a few preparatory wanks. It sprouted up, stiff as a steel rod. With great care he clambered onto the table and slowly spread Chris's muscular legs open, only to stop in surprise at what he found. Her shaved pussy was moist and dripping with cum. Someone else had fucked her before him, perhaps a loved one visiting her one last time.
Robert felt his dick go limp. He might be a creepy necrophiliac, but he still had a moral compass of sorts. Chris had already gotten her going away gift in her cooling womb, and from an intimate one. He dejectedly got off the table and pushed her legs back together. The mortician consoled himself by snapping plenty of pictures for his private wanking collection at home.
From a couple weeks to about five minutes? At least aim for some consistency.
That said fucking terminal patients sounds hot.
I figured the extra physical exertion from having sex would strain her heart too much. Not that I'm a doctor or anything, I don't know if an actual terminal heart disease would be affected by fucking for about 5 minutes.