My Ovaries!

Lemon Party

"Grandpa and I need alone time..." came a raspy voice from your uncle, he carefully walked out of the door. Walking towards the end of the hallway, to the stairs. He started to descend down them, until you heard what sounded like a laundry basket falling down the stairs, a loud "FUCK MY ANKLES ARE BROKEN!" Could be heard echoing. You heard three more sets of footsteps coming out of your grandpa's room, and a body being dragged.
You heard the steps coming towards your door, you got scared so you closed your eyes and drew the covers close. You heard your door creaking open, and someone shuffling over to your bed quietly. They made their way next to you, and peered over your body, slightly coughing. "I think he's asleep..." it was an unfamiliar voice, which made you tense up. You opened your eyes a little bit to a man, at least eighty, naked. His skin was wrinkly, and his eyes were sunken in, he looked like he had skin cancer, the hair that he did have was white and thinning, you could tell that this man was on his last leg, literally, he had a prosthetic.
Every now and then you would hear a male groan, the sound of Bush's Baked Beans™ being shaken, like the rattle of Gary's special surprise from Spongebong, you heard dentures skidding across the floor. Until it suddenly, and abruptly ended. Those noises haunted you for years.
Months passed and you never went to see your grandpa again. His deplorable acts of lemon still rang throughout your mind. He deserved to die, and he did. Not only a year later did he die. You didn't go to his funeral. "Fuck that ol ass man trynna rub up on these virgin eyes." You would repeat to yourself over, and over again. Soon those words drifted from your mind. You were emotionless, detached from everything around you.
After he was lowered into the ground, you left. You would try to push the memory of him out of your mind completely.
Years passed, you got a wife, and you had kids. You were 34 at this time and every day, you would get happier, not once after the funeral have you thought about the old man.
Life was going very well for you years after this, you got a nice house, car, and your kids were off to college. Your wife was still supportive of you, and she was very loving. Months later, she got diagnosed with leukemia, it was the worst news of your life. She didn't have much time to live. You couldn't escape, when she was at the hospital, it was like she was there with you now, but the writers she would say, from her frail voice, seemed to fade out. When she died, you laid by her lifeless body, sobbing, nothing could have prepared you for this. Since she has been away, you were just a face in the crowd, but some day, you knew she would come back down. After your wife died, your kids also started to drift away, you were left with nothing.
During her funeral, you just stared at her casket. Knowing you would never see her, speak to her, or hold her again, tears streamed down your face. None of your kids showed up to the funeral which was even more disheartening. A few people said "I'm sorry for your loss.", but nobody really knew how much she meant to you, so you went home.
When you got home you searched up www.HerpesRus/singles/dating.gov, you soon found a few elderly men, both with herpes. You wanted to fuck them right now.
A message was send to both of them reading "hey hottie my wife just died. want to come over and have acts of lemon with me??" Lemon, the god forbidden act that you swore you'd never partake in since you were younger. But it was okay now, it's not like you were going to live much longer.
The two boys came over and right away you got down and dirty. Anal penetration was the beginning act, cans of beans were shoved into your anus, one of the guys mounted your anus, and started thrusting extremely hard into your back door, you felt your anus rubbing raw, blood started to trickle out, the other man mounted your face and slapped it with his dick, you felt the warm lubricant on your face and it felt magical, everything was wet, and sweaty. As you were being pounded, you had a flashback of your child hood.
At that moment, you knew you were like your grandpa, a great feeling of shame washed upon your conscience. You knew this was wrong, immoral. Jesus would not approve of this. You got up and backed out of the room, making your way to a safe your wife had gotten you when you turned 40, you grabbed out a 22 pistol, drew it up to your temple, and as one last year fell out of your eye, you pulled the trigger, ending your life unhesitantly, your body laid there as the two lubricated men you had been previously fucking, absconded out of the bedroom, with uptight expressions on their face, they stumbled upon your body.
You got buried next to your deceased wife, not even death could do you part. Before you died, you realized that you were too good for this world, and so you left it, everything turned dark, red, and then you made an exit. Nobody knew if it was your time, except for you, you knew not even the devil himself would be able to look you in the eye after that act of lemon.
As you were lowered into your grave, your spirit didn't stop at six feet, it kept going. Hell was the real final destination™.
You were sinking for what felt like hours, hours of anxiety eating at your soul, just leading to a lifetime of eternal damnation™. As you ascended deeper, things got hotter, not as in a "Damn he thicc.", sort of way, but as in temperature, it felt like your typical day in Australia.
When you made it to Hell's gates, the only thing you could smell was rotting flesh, even your dead, mutilated state could smell because I said you can. A loud cackle came from the distance which scared you, you saw a large shadow, with what seemed like warts growing out of its skin, out came black Jesus, that nigga got burnt to a crisp in Hell. A sweet, sensual, and seductive, low Jamaican voice spoke silently, "Hey thare suga lipz", he paused as he licked his plump lips, "been long time sinse I seen a whitey out he'." He winked as he said that, making sure to thrust his hips forward ever so slightly, still holding this wink.
Things became awkward very quickly, so black Jesus ascended towards you, all the while dry humping the air. He bit his lip, exposing his rotting teeth, blood started to drip out of his mouth onto the red stained ground.
Jesus spoke solemnly "I'll forgive you for your sins, if you let me partake in lemon." So badly you wanted to be with Jesus, and your wife, so you let him fuck you.
It was the best thing you have experienced, his long black dick pounding your corridor, filling your tunnel with heavenly cum. Black Jesus was moaning loudly, rumbling the walls of Hell. Jesus pulled your mullet back and shoved his enormous dick deeper inside of your tight anus, he reached around your body and started fingering your mouth, sliding it over your tongue, and down your throat, as the veins in your anus broke, black Jesus put his remaining hand under your anus and cought all of the blood that was pouring out, just to smear it onto your naked back.
This continued until Jesus had enough of you, you laid there, a bloody pulp, ready to be forgiven for your sins. Jesus winked again and screamed "BOONK GANG NIGGA!" while Naruto running into the depths of Hell, never to be seen again.