Dying For Sex (6 page)

“I put $10,000 in an account for you. Call
your friends because I want you to buy yourself a wedding dress and
tons of sexy clothes that show off your new cleavage. You’re gonna
turn heads in every expensive restaurant in town.”

She hugged him so hard she nearly broke him.
She really was fucking strong.

“And get lots of lingerie because I want you
to fuck as many guys as you can on our honeymoon.”

She took out his cock and was not at all
surprised to find him rock hard. She tore off her underwear and
guided him inside her. Penetrating her pussy felt like going home
after a long trip.

“I’ve reserved the ambassador suite at a
Disneyworld five star resort in Orlando. I’m gonna fuck you dressed
as Mickey.”

Her eyes glazed over again and he wondered if
she took another one of those awesome pain pills. Her breathing
rapidly changed and her fingernails dug into his back and she
pulled him ever closer.

“Oh, that porn star you thought was so hot --
Deep Canyon, I think her stage name is -- agreed to rock your world
as long as we let her sell it exclusively on her website. We’re
each gonna put $10,000 towards publicity, so I invited her to the
wedding since she’s gonna fuck you afterwards. She said she may
even stay if we have more guys than you can handle.”

Mike swore he heard an engine start deep
inside her, like she was overheating.

“I’d rather have too many guys than too few.
I’ll make sure they all provide proof that they’re clean. I want
them to cover you in sperm. I want you to suck tons of cock and
walk around with a river of cum flowing down your leg.”

Even with the special grandma bra, her tits
bounced dangerously as she got really into it. She arched her back
and squeezed a nipple.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to lick their
cum off of your new tits, and suck it out of your pussy and anus. I
want you to have so much anal that you walk like a penguin. Hell, I
may take it up the ass myself. Can you imagine licking another
man’s cum from your husband’s virgin anus?”

He pounded her hard now, not sure how much
longer he could last. She looked on the edge and ready to leap
off.

“Your friends told me which guys you liked in
high school, and several of them expressed interest in fucking the
shit out of you on our wedding night. Your mom mentioned you had
the hots for a Russian gymnast who won a bunch of medals.”

Mara breathed in ragged breaths like a
marathoner. Her eyes looked huge. She kept staring at him like he
was a fucking god.

“I hired an ad agency to put banner ads on
all the big porn sites to let people know they can check out our
honeymoon in real time for free. We’ll visit the Disney parks when
you’re not fucking your harem. Oh, and Frank wants to know if you’d
let him fuck you.”

Mara’s scream pierced the heavens and rattled
the windows. Mike had never heard of anyone cuming so loud. Good
thing they lived alone. For a moment he worried about the
neighbors, then thought, fuck-em.

“We’ll come back for your next checkup, then
we’ll spend a month in Europe. There’s a hospital in Geneva that’s
doing cutting edge work on your type of leukemia. Dan and Dana
highly recommend them. I don’t expect them to cure you, but it will
be worth it if they give me even an extra day with you. Between
appointments I want you to spend $10,000 euros shopping for clothes
in Paris, Madrid, and Rome.”

He had assumed her orgasm peaked, but now he
saw fear in her eyes as something powerful rattled her body like a
demon in a horror movie. But Mike still fucked her hard. He felt
her nails dig into his buttocks -- really, he must cut those
bastards before she sliced off what little cushion he had back
there.

“I’ve hired a ridiculously good looking
masseuse to rub the tension out of you and to fuck your brains out.
Honestly, I can only cum five times a day, and you have fifty years
of sex to make up for. He’s waiting for you to eat breakfast first.
And the Jacuzzi will arrive tomorrow. An old Chinese guy who does
acupuncture, reflexology, and a bunch of other stuff will drop by
this afternoon. He doesn’t promise to prolong your life, unlike all
the swindlers, but I’m told it feels fantastic.”

It was too low to be a scream, too primal to
be a whisper. It came from deep inside her and built up in pitch
and volume. If this wasn’t a super-orgasm, it must be an electric
shock treatment. Mike felt himself pass the point of no return, and
really only had one more thing to share.

“And I just scored a brick of the best
medicinal marijuana known to man. They say it’s killer.”

Mara’s body shook like an epileptic and Mike
had to pin her hands to the mattress just to continue fucking her.
A vice inside her virgina clamped down on his penis and he shot so
much so fast so hard that he lost a few neurons. He didn’t feel
faint, but he sure as hell passed out.

They laid next to each other quietly on the
California king-size bed, with the massive oak bed frame, in a room
larger than her mother’s house.

“Do I talk too much during sex?” he asked
after a long silence.

“My love, you don’t talk enough.”

“I forgot to tell you I bought you a case of
Patron tequila.”

“You haven’t had a bad idea yet. No wonder I
look forward to marrying you so much.”

CHAPTER 4

The massage guy went by the name Moody. Mike
assumed his parents didn’t name him that at birth, unless his
mother was Gwyneth Paltrow. Mike saw his fiancée’s eyes grow big at
the sight of the stud. As usual, she wore sexy lingerie because it
put them both in the mood. And here was a dude named Moody.

“She’s ready for her massage,” Mike said
cheerfully, despite conflicting feelings of watching his beloved
fuck another man. He never expected his feelings for her to grow so
strong. It sucked to find the lifemate of his dreams terminally
ill.

“Oh, I’m not here for you?” Moody asked,
apparently genuinely surprised.

“Well, I want a massage too, but you’re here
primarily for my fiancée.”

The expression on his face confused Mike. He
didn’t know how to read it, and usually that’s what he was so good
at. Maybe it only worked on women. Turns out Mara found it before
he did.

“He’s gay,” she said, very disappointed.

“Well, yeah,” Moody said, as if it was
obvious.

Mike liked that he did not sound at all
apologetic for being queer.

“Sorry, honey,” Mike told her.

“Mikey, I think he’s here for you,” she said,
suddenly intrigued with the new opportunity.

“No, he’s here to give you a massage.”

“Excuse me,” Moody interrupted. “But you said
you both wanted daily massages when you’re in town. And from the
vib you gave off, well, I guess I shouldn’t have assumed so
much.”

Mara started laughing. “You picked up a gay
stud. My man can pick up a gay stud. Michael, you have no idea how
attractive you are.”

“You said I’d be handsomely rewarded for
extra-services.”

“Oh, you shall be,” Mara assured him. She
turned to her fiancé. “Time for your fucking massage.”

“Actually,” Moody said, “massage works better
after sex.”

“Dude,” Mara told Mike, “time for sex!”

She seemed delighted, while he seemed very
unsure. Normally so articulate, he couldn’t seem to put two words
together.

“I hope this doesn’t get weird,” the masseuse
said. “Would I be on the giving or the receiving end?”

“Oh, definitely on the giving end. Honey, if
you suck him off or take it up the ass, I’ll love you forever.”

Mike looked undecided. “Hey, does anyone want
to smoke some killer weed?”

Well, that broke the ice. Soon they were
smoking dope from this monster bong and downing shots of very
expensive tequila while Mara blasted the latest pop music. She had
the guys strip and lay on the couch while she did her very first
striptease. She had to leave the grandma bra on, so she left a sexy
top on and bounced on Mike’s lap. Moody made first contact by
playing with Mike’s dick, so Mara put Mike’s hand on Moody’s dick,
the sight of two gorgeous cocks making her wet. His head swimming
from the killer grass, Mike dove into the pussy tickling his
nose.

Except he forgot he just came in there. She
didn’t forget, however, and grabbed his head to pin him to her used
hole. When he got his first taste of his own jism, they all knew
it. He yelled something into her snatch, but that only made her rub
it farther into his face. They say giving birth feels like pulling
your lips over your head; Mara tried the opposite -- getting Mike’s
entire head into her pussy. It didn’t work, but it was fun
trying.

When she let him go, she ordered him around
with an authority that thrilled her: “Get on your fucking knees and
suck his throbbing cock!”

It amazed her that he did. Naked, kneeling,
Mike opened his mouth and took that large penis like a lollipop.
And he didn’t stop, either. Once given the green light, he floored
it. His lips pressed against the rim of the head every time he
bobbed back and forth, thrilling him. Still, she grabbed his head
and forced it up and down, laughing when his gag reflex acted
up.

“I got this,” Moody said, afraid she would
fuck up his blowjob. He couldn’t believe he was getting paid for
getting stoned, drunk, and blown. And not a bad blowjob, either. He
gripped Mike’s head, but helped establish his rhythm. Gently, he
made his customer suck deeper and faster. “Stick a finger up his
ass,” he begged Mara, who rushed to obey.

When Mike moaned at the first finger up his
ass, Moody smiled at Mara: “I knew this boy had a lot of girl in
him. He didn’t even try to use a hand to jerk me off like most
girls.”

“Isn’t he fucking adorable?” Mara asked
rhetorically.

“He’s so damn cute I beat off thinking of him
last night.”

“Take that camera and record my husband when
you cum in his mouth. I want to masturbate to it later.”

“Shhhheeet, girl, we’ll masturbate to it
together.”

“I wish I had a strap-on,” she told him. “Oh,
wait! I have vibrators.”

She ran out, but soon returned with a leather
bag. She lubed up the smallest one and forced it in.

“Go slow at first,” the fag counseled her.
“Let his muscles get used to it, then try bigger sizes. Finally,
you can fuck him fast and hard and he’ll beg you for more -- I
don’t care how straight he is.”

“Damn, that sounds good. Mikey, after this
nice man cums down your throat, I want you to fuck me up the ass.
If it doesn’t hurt, you’re not doing it right.”

Michael never dreamed he would suck cock, but
it wasn’t all that bad. It tasted like flesh, but at least it was
clean. He could see how some women liked it. He once asked his dad
why he married his mom, other than for her beauty.

“Son, there are three types of women: those
who suck cock as little as possible; those who only do it when
horny, coerced, or rewarded for it; and then there’s the rare gem
who fucking loves a throbbing cock exploding in her mouth. If you
find someone in category three, fucking marry her!”

He could still remember his father laughing
hysterically in the hospital bed, knowing he would soon die, but
not letting death win. That man lived his last day as if it was his
last, flirting with the nurses, cheering up the other patients, and
make the entire ICU unit miss him when he died.

His mother didn’t become a freaked out bitch
until diagnosed with cancer. It just felt so unjust, being so
young, beautiful, and finally rich, only to die before she could
enjoy herself. Michael remembered her telling him through tears
that her biggest regret was not being able to see him grow up, not
being there for him.

“Every male needs a mom,” his mother told
him. “I don’t care how old or young, how rich or poor, how healthy
or sick. If their wife doesn’t take care of them, they’ll find
someone who will.”

Since his mother’s mother already died,
Michael took her place -- taking care of her, making sure she took
her meds, changing her sheets and clothes. He didn’t lose his
childhood so much as exchange it for responsibilities.

And he has been taking care of others ever
since.

Pot and tequila really go well together, he
concluded happily.

He felt Mara thrust a much bigger vibrator up
his ass and he nearly bit Moody’s dick off. Wow, that hurt! He
never hurt there before. Then his muscles accommodated the new
width and he moaned like a total fag in heat, so she thrust it in
him faster and deeper, which hurt really good.

Then he felt the penis in his mouth tremble
with rage and the bulbous head expanded. Yet his reaction was to
get even more of that prick down his throat and to suck with even
greater suction. Why do they call it a blowjob when the job
actually required sucking?

I’m about to get a mouthful of cum, he
realized, not sure how he felt about it, but unwilling to spit it
out before it spit in him.

The queer shot a wad of cum in his mouth, and
he kept bobbing up and down, knowing this would only lead to more.
The next blast forced him to swallow, and he sucked that cock even
faster because he knew how much he fucking liked that. He hated it
when the girl chickened out at the last, crucial moment. It felt
like rejection and spoiled the whole experience. The fourth blast
hit his tonsils and the fifth coated his tongue.

And he still didn’t spit it out. Instead,
Michael sucked that cock until it ran out of drops to give him.
Before he could spit it out, the limp dick slipped out on its
own.

“Please swear we didn’t turn you queer,” his
fiancée begged him, still fucking his ass hard with a large black
vibrator.

“It wasn’t bad at all,” he confessed, cum
falling from the corner of his mouth. “But I’d rather not ever do
that again.”