Dying For Sex (7 page)

“He’s just trying to reassure you,” Moody let
her know. “He’ll dream about it a lot before he tries it again.
Just get him high and he’ll do whatever you want.”

“Am I an honorary fag now?” Michael asked
him.

“Boy, there is no honor in being a fag. But
we do know how to have fun!”

“Mikey, the queer won’t fuck my ass, so you
need to do it.”

Mara knelt on the sofa and shook her tush at
him.

“Suck on this,” Moody told her, handing her
more Patron.

Excited to finally get -- as opposed to
receive -- anal, Michael lined up and thrust his sword in to the
hilt. Her surprised yelp made the boys laugh.

“That fucking hurt!” she cried.

“Welcome to my world,” Moody shot back. “And
homophobes think we choose to be gay,” he said, shaking his head in
disbelief. “Only gay men would prefer to give than receive a
blowjob. If we’re not born with different wiring, then I don’t know
how to explain that.”

Michael had never done anal before, and
thrust it in the first time like a used pussy. Big mistake. So now
he took it almost all of the way out and eased it in gently, a
little at a time, giving her muscles time to adjust.

“Oh. My. God,” Mara whimpered. “That feels so
good. Not necessarily better, but great in a different way. I
wouldn’t choose this every day, but once a week sounds fine.”

After her anus accommodated his entire cock,
he started thrusting faster.

“Slap my ass, bitch!” she ordered. Moody,
drunk and high, rushed over out of reflex before realizing that she
was talking to Michael, who started slapping her ass every other
second. “Harder now!”

He shoved it in rougher while hitting her
butt with greater force. Because he came not too long before, he
assumed he would last longer. Nope. Her ass was so tight that it
gripped his penis like a golf club.

“Play with your clit,” Michael suggested.

“I’d work for weed,” Moody said to no one in
particular, “if it was this good. I could have used this in
Iraq.”

“You see combat?”

“I got my ass shot off in Fallujah.”

Michael welcomed the distraction so she would
come first. “Have you ever killed anyone?”

“No. But I once made a corporal cum so hard
he had a heart attack.”

Mara screamed out an orgasm, her whole body
shaking like a giant vibrator. Michael came in her ass before she
even stopped trembling. The release from cuming felt like nothing
else in the world. They collapsed together on the couch, the
happiest couple in the world.

CHAPTER 5

Mara wanted to be famous, so Michael hired a
publicist to use her terminal illness to get her as many interviews
and speeches as possible. She actually landed on several magazine
covers and Michael donated enough so that his local congressman let
her testify before Congress on cancer research. The Internet got to
know her as the “Dying Olympian.” They threw wild parties at their
giant home and invited celebrities, celebrity bloggers, and the
usual gossip reporters so Mara could get her picture taken with the
hot and famous. Mara did dozens of professional photo shoots and
posted them online for free for anyone who wanted to use her image.
Her blog, Facebook page, and Twitter feed grew enormous as they
documented every bungee jump, skydive, and sport game they enjoyed.
She became a fixture on the social scene, getting bit parts on
reality shows eager to profit from her imminent death.

All of which made their wedding big news.
Michael found a stadium willing to host, and together they found
sponsors eager to brag about the big bucks they have ever donated
to any worthy cause. Those with terminal illnesses got in free, and
everyone else only had to pay a small fee to join the party.

But the big draw was the orgy afterwards.
Anyone could watch on the Internet, but Michael rented an old
theater -- since Disney begged them not to come until after the
orgy.

Mara’s mom entered her dressing room after
the last wedding rehearsal. “Honey, Michael asked if you could come
meet some special guests.”

Mara loved celebrities. She may die, but she
wanted to be remembered, and celebrity offered her best chance at
immortality, since she didn’t have time to have kids.

The bride followed her mother into a back
room in the church and found a few dozen people waiting for
her.

“Sweet cheeks,” the groom greeted her, “these
kind people are eager to fuck you after the wedding.”

Mara jumped up and down at the sight of the
sexy porn star Deep Canyon. They hugged like lost lovers and
started kissing before ever saying a word to each other.

“Don’t ignore our other guests,” he reminded
her.

She looked at the studs and grew wet thinking
of which order she would fuck them. Those three big black guys,
definitely. Oh, that cutie, right there. And him! Definitely him.
She quickly got light headed and could not afford to fuck up her
expensive wedding dress ten minutes before she walked down the
isle.

The wedding went flawlessly, and the
reception afterwards hummed with good energy. Mara was the happiest
girl in the world. She couldn’t stop kissing and touching her new
husband. Her mother took a million pictures.

“You’re fucking mine!” she would yell at him,
like he was a winning lottery ticket. “I got proof,” she’d say,
holding up her gorgeous wedding ring.

But finally she got too horny and needed to
get laid. Too many kids were present to do it in public, so she
dragged him into a broom closet, slipped off her panties, and
raised her ass so he could fuck her standing. God he loved her ass.
Just the sight of her booty turned him on. He barely got it in
before she started pounding the walls, a crowd cheering them
outside. He reached inside her wedding dress and twisted a nipple
with one hand, and diddled her clit with the other. Good thing the
closet was so small or he would have lost his balance. It had been
several hours since either of them came, so it didn’t take long.
Like a gentleman, Michael let the woman cum first. The intensity of
her scream made him feel studly, but her pussy muscles grabbed his
dick so tight that he couldn’t help but spew into her, helpless
against her sexuality.

They drove in a convoy to the theater, where
paying customers offset the cost of the huge wedding.

That hottie from the porn movies got first
dibs. Michael assumed she was insist that Mara first flush out his
juice, but she just laughed it off.

“I wanted to taste your juice anyways,” she
confessed.

Even with her wedding dress still on, Mara
looked more like a porn star than Deep Canyon, with her huge boobs
defying gravity. She was taller, younger, and better looking. At
least to Michael.

Mara took a class in Vegas in striping, so
she did a strip tease for the hottie, who would later give her a
critique. And she didn’t stop at her underwear. Michael would never
forget the two girls kissing like newlyweds -- he had too many
pictures and videos to forget. They moved into a mini-69, where
they sucked each others’ tits while fingering each other’s pussy.
After they came, they rolled around in a 69 for the cameras.
Michael loved how his new wife opened her legs for the cameras, or
how she tongued deep into that well used pussy.

They called porn stars “actors,” but Deep
Canyon didn’t have to act. But her husband sure did a lot of
directing. Michael never knew a porn scene had to stop so
frequently to adjust the lamps or reposition a camera. The director
waved four guys over and soon the wives were sucking cock while
getting hammered from behind. Michael thought he was hung, but
their cocks were ridiculous. Mara could barely get all that black
dick down her throat.

Michael stood next to the other husband
watching their wives take three guys each. “This makes my dick rock
hard, but I still want to reach for a gun.”

He laughed. “Tell me about it. Even after six
years, I still wrestle with the conflicting feelings.”

“Do black cocks taste different?” Michael
asked.

“How the fuck would I know?” the guy shot
back. “Why don’t you take that baseball bat you’re wife is
swallowing and find out?”

So he did.

“No freaking way!” Mara said when he
approached. “I fucking dare you to suck this!”

He knelt next to the bed and twirled the
man’s penis head around in his mouth before going deeper. Cocks
this thick are made for fucking, not swallowing, but he tried
anyway. He couldn’t get even half of it down, but not for lack of
trying.

“White cock tastes better,” he told his
wife.

“That’s not what the Kardasians say.”

“Cum in their mouths,” the porn director
ordered.

Michael had not expected that, and certainly
didn’t like the taste of spunk, but didn’t want to spoil the scene.
Husband and wife stuck out their tongues while he beat his meat.
The smack-smack-smack sounded unusually loud in Michael’s face.
Then the giant grunted and the first of several wads of cum
splashed against their faces and tongues. The tanginess gave
Michael the willies, like Panda Express’ sweet and sour chicken.
Faced with the choice of vomiting or swallowing, he gulped it down.
His wife then stuck her tongue down his throat so far she tickled
his tonsils.

“More!” his wife yelled. “I want a cock in
every orifice.”

Michael had never known a girl to take three
dicks at the same time, but now he saw two: his wife and the porn
star each mounted one stud, bent over so another could sodomize
them, finally taking another in the mouth. Six guys fucking two
women, while their husbands recorded it.

The things guys will do for love.

CHAPTER 6

For the first time, Dr. Blake didn’t look at
her like a New York steak. He didn’t flirt, leer, or “accidentally”
brush up against her. She always knew he wanted to fuck her, but
just wasn’t attracted to him, despite his good looks. What she
didn’t know was if this change meant good or bad news.

“Find any cancer this time?” she asked before
they even reached his office. She noticed he kept the door open,
for once.

“No. Nor any contra-indicators, either. Your
plate count has never been higher, your immune system measures
normal, and the organs damaged by the radiation is improving faster
than we expected. It’s been six months since we detected cancer
cells, so I think we can start doing checkups every three months
from here on.”

“Six months without you finding any cancer?
You said it would come back in an even more aggressive form by
now.”

“Either you’re real lucky or I’m just real
good.”

“Or maybe those Swiss doctors cured me,” she
said.

“It’s too soon to say you’re cured. It can be
devastating to believe you’re cured when you’re not. But you can at
least be hopeful. When your type of cancer returns, it’s almost
always within six months. If you go another six months, then I’d
give you a 90% survival rate.”

I’m fucking cured! she thought to herself.
She couldn’t seem to breathe.

“There’s something else,” he added.
“Something unexpected.”

“Then spit it out! You know how I hate being
kept waiting.”

“You’re pregnant.”

“The fuck you say?”

“Almost two months pregnant. Since your
prognosis has so much improved, I’d like to be the first to say,
congratulations.”

She stared at him like a ghost. “I’m
pregnant? I sure hope my husband is the father.” She watched his
facial expression change colors. “I’m sure you’ve seen my videos.
I’ve been with a hundred men this past year. And several women.
Some mornings I couldn’t walk without squishing.”

“And yet you refused to go out with me,” he
said like a baby denied a trinket.

“I always suspected you were pessimistic
about my survival so that I’d think I had nothing to lose in
fucking you.”

He blanched and she saw the truth in his
face.

“That’s a terrible thing to say.”

“Doing it was much worse. You’re fired,
Blake. I’ll find another treating physician.”

She left and by the time she reached the
bright red Jaguar that Michael bought her, she realized something
terrible: she would out-live her husband. That thought never
crossed her mind before because he always reassured her that he
would outlive her. But that was no longer the case.

Mara fell apart as soon as she opened her car
door. She didn’t even know how long he had left. Weeks? Months? It
had already been a year, and almost everyone that she first met in
Dana and Dan’s support group had already died. She never even got
the chance to let Frank fuck her. He really would have enjoyed
that.

She collapse on the ground, too weak to even
get in. The tears would not stop. She tried to imagine life without
him. He was the first thing she saw when she woke up and the last
thing she saw when she fell asleep. They talked and texted
throughout the day, despite his new job. He had filled up a hole in
her life that could not be filled again.

The hole in her soul grew the more she
foresaw her future. Replacing him was not an option. No man could
take his place. No one could make her feel as wonderful as he did
just smiling at her.

I have to kill myself, Mara realized. When
his illness makes him suffer too much, we’ll just kill ourselves
like Romeo and Juliet.

Finally, she rolled over on the hot pavement
and smiled at the blue sky.

CHAPTER 7

She waited for him by the front door and
jumped into his arms as soon as he walked in. She wore his favorite
lingerie and spent hours making herself look beautiful for him.
Their tongues duel and she rubbed her huge chest against his. He
looked so fucking good in his expensive suit. Her pussy heated up
when she felt him melt into her warm embrace.