Phil's Site

by PHIL E. Hebe

 

Did you ever feel better after sex? Of course you did. Sex cures all ills.

 

It was strange. One minute I was standing on the corner waiting for the light to turn green so I could cross, and the next minute I was staring at white ceiling tiles. Slowly, oh so very slowly, I became aware of my surroundings. I was very groggy. I could only see the tiles with one eye. I could not move or feel my body. There was a rhythmic beeping sound, just like the sound my smoke detector makes when it needs a new battery, except this was louder and faster. There was another sound, a slow whooshing sound. My eye caught the sight of an IV bag hanging on a stand. I realized I was lying on a bed, in a hospital.

My wife, Jan, was standing on one side of the bed. She looked drawn and devastated. The doctor, in one of those standard white coats with a stethoscope around his neck looking like he came out of central casting, was on the other. "Good, he is coming to again," said the doctor. Again? Did he mean this was not the first time? I did not remember any other time.

He then explained that I had been in and out of a coma in the hospital for several weeks. I had multiple fractures of my left leg and a simple fracture of my left arm. Both limbs were in a cast. I was wearing a cervical collar for a hairline fracture of a neck vertebra. I had three cracked ribs, but worst of all I had a cracked skull with possible brain damage. I could see out of one eye and I could hear. My mouth moved and I could wiggle my tongue, but I could not speak.

I prayed a lot. I prayed for God to cure me. The last thing I wanted was to be a vegetable for the rest of my life.

Weeks later they took off the casts and collar, and declared me stable. My wife convinced the doctor that she, as an ex-practical nurse, could take just as good care of me at home as in the hospital. They transported me in a private ambulance to the spare room in my house. My wife had cleaned it out and brought in a hospital style bed. The shock came that afternoon; my wife came in the room, naked, accompanied by the twins, also naked. The girls, Tiff and Rene, were informed that it was their new chore to give me a sponge bath and to shave my face every day. She then stripped the cover off my body and showed them how it was to be done. The girls were happy to give me the bath, but weren't keen on changing my diaper. I wasn't keen about it either. It was embarrassing at my age to have to eat baby food and wear a diaper.

Jan does her housework in the nude. Her mother did it before her and my wife taught our twin daughters to do their chores in the nude when they came home from school. I thought it was some kind of fluke until I saw an article in a magazine on the same subject. According to the article two percent of the female population do their household chores naked or nearly naked. I never saw my wife or daughters doing their chores naked, by the time I got home from work they were fully clothed.

The twins were twelve. They were identical except for the fact Tiff was just slightly ahead mature wise. She was just slightly taller than Rene and the transformation to a woman's body was just slightly more advanced. Both had small, widely spaced breasts with pinkish, reddish nipples that sat proudly on the mounds. They both had flat stomachs funneling down to nicely curved pubic mounds. They were hairless down there, just like their mother, with a cleft that made a deep shadow.

I am not sure what my wife was thinking when she brought them into the room naked like that. Perhaps she thought that I wouldn't find my twelve-year-old daughters sexy, or that in my paralyzed state sex was the last thing on my mind, or she did not think at all. I wouldn't put it past her.

The sponge bath became the highlight of my otherwise boring existence. Just like they do the dishes, one washed me and the other dried. They tittered every time they washed and dried my floppy genitals. Probably because I had nothing else to occupy my thoughts I started daydreaming of having sex with them. My sense of smell became very acute and I was much attuned to the sweet aroma of their soap scented bodies with just a whiff of the tangy smell of their sex. I could easily picture my head between their legs as I satisfied my hunger licking sweet, sweet juices from their cunnies.

My wife, bless her soul, came in and talked to me every day as if I could have a real conversation. She let me in on all the latest gossip and the news of the day. She read me the newspaper article about the accident. A car, trying to beat the light, lost control, jumped the curb, and squished me into the corner of a brick building. She assured me that the insurance would be paying all the bills as long as I was incapacitated. Incapacitated, another word for vegetable. She insisted my girls also talk to me even if I could not answer back, so I heard of their day in school, their trifling problems of a twelve-year-old, and their wishes for my speedy recovery. We set up a code, one blink of my good eye for, yes and two blinks for, no. I had no idea what was wrong with my other eye, it just did not work, I could not ask about it, and no one volunteered any information.

I noticed that both Jan and the twins only dressed when they had to. There was no longer a need to dress for daddy's homecoming. I wished I could tell them their continuous nudity only added to my sexual dreams. That seeing all those tits, asses, and cunnies only added to my frustration of not being able to act on the vivid sexual fantasies my mind was creating. In one of their conversations with me, the girls told me how they loved the freedom of going naked. Good for them, bad for me.

The first time I felt anything below my neck was when Rene was washing my penis. I felt the slightest twinge. Rene noticed nothing and I wondered if it wasn't just wishful thinking on my part. Later when I was alone and dreaming of fucking Tiff in the ass I could swear it felt like I had achieved at least a partial hard-on. It was impossible to tell and I stared intently at the cover above my crotch hoping to see some movement, any movement at all.

Days later, Tiff was washing my cock. For whatever reason she was doing it in a slow and sensuous manner, taking much longer than necessary. All of a sudden Rene was yelling, "Mommy, mommy, come quick! Daddy has a hard-on!" Her yelling startled me out of my reverie and whatever I had, I lost. Both girls agreed that my cock became huge and stood on end. Rene blundered when she said, "Much bigger than the boys at school." She turned pink as soon as she said it. "I have been meaning to talk to you about that," my wife said. Both girls turned bright red.

They all left my room. My wife returned, alone, and filled me in on the conversation she had with the twins. According to her, my daughters were giving hand jobs to the boys at school during their lunch period. "I wasn't going to tell you about it in your condition, because I did not want to upset you, but based on today's revelation I feel it might work to our advantage." She took my hand in hers and rubbed it even though I could not feel a thing. "The erection you got today is the first time we have seen any reaction below your neck. It is a mile stone in your recovery. My dear husband, we must continue the stimulus to facilitate your full recovery. Your body reacts well to the girls doing it." If she only knew! "I know it may be embarrassing for you, but please bear with the manipulation of your genitals; it is for your own good. Will you do that for me?" I blinked once.

It did not work out as I had hoped. The girls played with my penis, but it only got half hard. I could feel it and it felt good, but still, it was disappointing.

A week later my wife came in with the twins. They stood around my bed. My wife said to them, "I met your father when I was thirteen-years-old."

I remember the meeting well. Her parents and my parents were friends. One day, when I was getting out of work early, my mother asked me to stop at Jan's house to pick up a recipe. Mother and daughter were both naked, not only naked, but completely at ease. We had afternoon tea together. Jan really turned me on. It was my first inkling that I had a leaning toward paedophilia.

My wife continued, "I was an attractive girl and had no problem getting dates, but here was a man ten years my senior wanting to date me. I was enthralled."

I am sure it was only because our parents were friends that her parents let me take her out in spite of our age difference.

"At thirteen I was still a virgin, but I had held some of my dates' cocks. The night I took your father's cock out of his pants I was mesmerized. Never had I seen a penis so big and beautiful. That night I fell in love. That night I decided to be your daddy's cock slave."

And she truly has been. There was no sexual act that she would not try if I asked. I had a dress custom made. It looks very prudish and conservative. The secret was a false hem running down the back of the skirt that I could open to display her panty-less buttocks. I loved to show her perfect ass to my friends and she let me without as much as a whimper.

"I have, in the past, kept your father's cock out of your view for fear that you two would be perversely attracted to it. For the same reason I have not allowed your father to see you naked. Everything, as we all know, has changed with your father's accident. I have let your father see you two naked in hopes of a reaction to his base instincts."

I'll be damned, she did it on purpose.

"There has been a reaction, but not nearly as strong as I had hoped for, ergo, plan B."

Then, to my absolute amazement, my wife showed the girls how to give me oral sex. Their warm, wet mouths were exactly what I needed. My penis stood up strong and hard, although no matter how much they sucked it did not achieve a climax. Then, one day Rene had my cock in her mouth. Tiff kissed me on the lips. It was a soft twelve-year-old girl's kiss. I pushed my tongue against her closed lips until they parted and let me in. Our tongues tangled and caressed. I have no word for what happened next. It was not a climax or even an ejaculation, not the kind that I am familiar with. I don't think the muscles needed for that were working. The semen streamed out of my penis and flowed down the side of my cock.

The girls called my wife and there was much jubilation among them. My wife swore we were on the right track and that they should continue sucking my cock.

It was up to Rene to clean up the cum. "Ooh, it is all matted in his hair and hard to get out." she complained.

"Maybe we should shave him down there like we do to ourselves," Tiff suggested.

"Let's ask mom."

The next day they came with barber clippers and reduced my pubic hair to stubble. Then they spread on shaving cream and went at it with a safety razor. God, it looked strange to me after they were done, but I did notice my penis was much more sensitive to their touch.

As weeks went by I found it was much easier to get a hard-on and achieve that crazy emission. All I needed was one of the girls sucking on my cock. The girls got better at it as they gained more experience. It got to the point that I could feel their tongue swishing around my cock. One day I found I could move my toes. Not far, but the four of us were happy. Progress came faster after that, soon I could move my fingertips and quickly after that I felt their fingers probing my anus.

Rene was sucking my cock and finger fucking my anus. Tiff, always the more aggressive of the two, asked me, "Can I sit on your face?" I blinked once. She climbed onto the bed and stood over me. As she descended, her fingers went between her legs and stretched open her outer lip. As her pussy came closer and closer I could see her hood and inner lips, her clitoris, her vagina opening, and even her little pee hole. She actually sat on my face and I wished I had a voice to tell her how to do it right. As her pussy settled onto my face my nose sunk into her vagina. Her clitoris was right at the tip of my tongue. I licked. Her juices were just as sweet as I had imagined, as sweet as only a virgin could be. She rubbed her pussy on my face, washing it like it never had been washed before. At the other end of my body Rene was lapping up my emission.

The very next day Rene sat on my face, because of course, if Tiff did something Rene had to do the same.

After the girls were in bed Jan came in to change my diaper for the last time of the day. Once I was all cleaned up she mounted me and it felt good to have my cock in her vagina. "Just as I thought they would, the girls love your cock," she said. "Hurry up and get well so you can start training them." That brought back a flood of memories. It started out simple enough, I asked her parents to have her naked when I visited. Being the brazen hussy that she was at thirteen, she would stand in front of me, spread her legs, push her pelvis forward, and tell me to pet her pussy. It was all done right in front of her parents. I loved the thought of slave training my daughters just like I slave trained my wife. I couldn't wait to put the shock collars on them. A shock collar was a great training tool, instant obedience at the touch of a button. I looked forward to taking their virginity, having to shove my huge cock into their, oh so tight, pussies. I knew, just like their mother, they would love every minute of it and would end up devoting their lives to being my cock slaves. I salivated at the thought.

I woke up, confused. I was staring at the white tile ceiling again. The IV bag was dripping into the tubing over to my right. The beeping and whooshing were in the background. I did not remember going back to the hospital. Did I have a relapse? I thought I was doing so well. The doctor and my wife were talking. They did not know I was awake. The doctor was telling my wife that my chance of recovery was zero, zilch, nada. Wait! What? I thought I was doing so well. He said there was nothing they could do for the blunt force trauma that caved in the side of my head. The only way I was surviving was on the life support machine, and it was time for my wife to consider turning it off.

"No, no, no. Don't even think of that. I'll get well, you'll see." I wanted so desperately to scream it out loud.

"It is hard to look at his battered face. It used to be so handsome, but now, with the missing eye and all." Her voice trailed off and she sobbed. "That is why I don't bring the girls to visit. I don't want them to remember their father this way."

I didn't understand. They sat on my face and I ate their pussies just in the last couple of days. How could she say that? Then I heard the last thing I wanted to hear.

"He has been delirious most of the time he has been here, rolling in and out of coma. His body is slowly shutting down. He has been on life support since the day of the accident, but even with life support his day are numbered. You really have to come to a decision," the doctor said. "Let's talk about it further in my office. There are forms to sign." They left.

If I had been in the hospital since the accident then the sex with the twins was a dream, it was all a dream. There had been no pussy eating and cock sucking. It was all a lie, a cruel lie my mind made up as I lay dying. Of course it was, I realized. My wife was never a cock slave, but how many times did I fantasize that I wanted her to be one? My cock was not humongous, it was if anything, undersize.

It did not take very long for the doctor to come back in alone. Did my wife give in that easy? I strained my unyielding neck and followed his movements out of the corner of my eye. He went to the big life support machine. I could see his hand moving forward. Did my stomach really lurch and my heart clinch or did I only image it? "Don't!" my mind yelled. "Don't you dare touch that switch!"

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