Dying For Sex (5 page)

Mara fell to her knees and immediately
gobbled him up.

“Let your throat muscles get used to the
first few inches, then gradually go deeper.”

She had only seen one penis before, and this
one was so much better. And bigger. He must normally weigh a lot
more. But at least his cock was as healthy as it was delicious. She
desperately needed to get more and more of him down her throat. She
inhaled the cock like it was coke.

“Once you get the whole thing in your mouth,
then you can try increasing speed. Pull back your teeth and let
your lips rub against my pole.”

Her competitive side sprang up and she found
herself trying to suck him ever deeper and faster. She never knew
that having a hard cock in the mouth felt so good. Mara finally
felt complete. No wonder coach kept her away from boys. Boys may be
jerks, but cocks can be wonderful. Too bad she couldn’t have one
without the other.

Then something changed in his grunting. Every
time her lips slid up or down the rim of his penis she felt his
anus pucker. Just to be sure, she slid a finger up his backside and
the fag had the audacity to spread his legs to give her more
access. Well, you can’t pass up opportunities that may never come
again, so her finger found what it was searching for: the rim of
his a-hole.

“Sticking it in will make me cum,” he warned
her.

So she stuck it in. Mara even moved her knees
closer so she could thrust deeper and he moaned like a wolf in
heat. Now she found her rhythm, finger-fucking his asshole while
gulping his entire cock.

“I’m gonna cum!” he yelled triumphantly,
expecting her to pull back. Instead, he thought she whimpered with
desire.

The door suddenly opened and Dr. Dana
screamed while mother fainted onto the floor next to Mara. They
both heard a stampede approaching to see what was going on. Mike
found his feet anchored to the floor, while Mara started grunting
like a pig.

She snuck another finger in without breaking
her blowjob. That, apparently, was the last straw. He yelled out
while bracing his hands on the shelves on both sides and blew a
gasket.

The first wad struck her so hard that she
seemed to cough and hiccup at the same time. Whatever she did, the
damn jism flew up her nasal passage and out of her nose onto her
bare breasts. It burned like a branding iron and Mara knew she was
hooked. Her nose sizzled so much she expected it to start
smoking.

Mike was right: the last thing on her mind
was her imminent death. If she couldn’t live longer, then she
needed to live as intensely as possible.

The next shot hit her like hail, but she
gulped it down only to find more smacking the roof of her mouth.
She swirled it around and found his taste delirious. A thrill shot
up her spine when she felt his strong hands grab her hair. She
continued bobbing back and forth to drain him dry while someone --
it turned out to be Frank -- cheered her on. More shots coughed
onto her tongue, which forced her to swallow again.

How the fuck is it that I’ve never done this
before? she privately wondered. What a wonderful experience. She
resolved right then and there, despite the growing crowd, to repeat
this as often as possible before she kicked the bucket.

The softening penis in her mouth saddened
her. She looked up to see if he could give her more, and the
expression of deep gratitude and deeper contentment touched her
heart like Hallmark. With all the applause from the crowd, she
didn’t yet realize that some cum splattered onto her face and a
drop of jism hung from her nose like a raindrop on a leaf.

“That was awesome!” they both said at once,
then laughed as the hysterical mob filmed their nude bodies.

CHAPTER 2

One advantage of knowing you will soon die is
the freedom from worrying about what others think. Mara took her
time absorbing the experience of her first blowjob, despite the
flash photography. When her mother finally recovered, she was at
least dressed, but failed to clean the spots of sperm on her face.
Mike helped them both up.

“Mom, I’m going home with Mike.”

“Oh, excellent,” Mike said, pleased he would
soon be getting some.

Mom was in no shape to argue, so Mara took
Mike by the hand and led him out of the house.

“The black Lexus SUV,” Mike helpfully pointed
out.

During the ride home, Mara unzipped his pants
and played with his cock while undressing.

“Play with yourself,” he ordered. “Make
yourself cum so I can suck your fingers.”

At a red light, a trucker honked while she
masturbated and gave her two thumbs up. She smiled and gave him a
thumbs up back. He rolled down his window to record her with his
cell phone camera, so she rolled down her window and turned to
stick both feet out to give him a better view. Having an audience
turned her on and she came like a hurricane. Mike sucked her
fingers like a chicken wing.

“I like to be looked at,” she discovered. “I
wish everyone could see me having sex. Scandal makes me feel
alive.” The observation made his dick salute the flag. “I see you
like it, too,” she told his growing penis.

By the time he parked in his garage, he was
ready for more. He took off his shirt and pushed it under her to
not stain the leather.

“I can’t wait,” he explained impatiently.

He took her roughly and she fucking loved
it.

He sucked on a tit and fingered her pussy, so
she stuck her right foot out the open window and rested her left on
the steering wheel. He thumbed her clit and suckled her neck. She
loved being touched, loving having a man do whatever he wanted to
her body. She couldn’t get enough. Not yet.

Her scream, when the orgasm hit, seemed much
louder in the confines of the car. Before she fully recovered, Mara
found a big dick forcing its way into her sloshing wet snatch. Oh,
this was new! Muuuuuch better than his finger. The sensations
washed her away until a tsunami of an orgasm picked her up and
fucking threw her.

“Oh, please cum inside me,” she begged him,
her breathing ragged.

“Only if you cum for me again,” he shot
back.

He reclined the seat and turned her on all
fours so he could fuck her doggy style, which made her bark like a
hound. He loved her ass. It was everything he always desired. The
curves, the smoothness of the skin, the strength of the
muscles.

“Spank me, bitch!” she shouted.

He smacked her ass cheek hard.

“I said, hit me, you fucking pussy!” she
screamed angrily.

Incensed and aroused, he put everything he
could into it and she bucked like a bronco on his cock. He
continued slapping her ass until her body collapsed like jello on
his leather seat.

Now he could finally concentrate on his own
pleasure. He learned long ago to make sure the first time rocked
his lover’s world because this colored how she would see him ever
after. Make a woman cum really hard, repeatedly, the first time,
and you fucking owned her. Then you didn’t need to worry so much
about that receding hairline or bulging belly because she would
desire you like Brad Pitt. Mind-blowing sex, not love, cemented a
new relationship because sex is the seed that love grows from.
Women love shoes, but that doesn’t stop them from replacing them in
a year -- because shoes don’t make them bark like a hound. The
harder you make her cum that first time, the better looking she’ll
see you afterwards. Fantastic sex at the start of a relationship is
key to her wearing rose-colored glasses.

Michael knew he didn’t look too healthy, and
health is the basis for beauty. Beautiful people are so damn
attractive because they look so damn healthy. He didn’t look
healthy, so he needed the insurance that great sex could give him.
And he loved to hear her scream.

By the time he exploded in her pussy, she
purred like a kitty cat. One glance at the contentment plastered on
her face and he could tell she was not thinking about her premature
death. No fucking chemo, no doctors, no experimental drugs with
experimental side effects. Instead she floated in a pool of sexual
energy, happy at last. For a near-Olympian, she didn’t look like
she could even walk.

He went inside to get her a cold bottle of
water because she soaked his fucking seat, right through his shirt,
and must be dehydrated. I’m gonna need beach towels next time, he
realized. He broke out her Bucket List and whistled as he read her
dying wishes.

She saw him with her paper. “Oh, fuck.”

“Wow! You sure want to go out with a
bang.”

“It’s nothing. I acted out when Dr. Blake
gave me the bad news. I don’t need to do all those things.”

“Why not? It sounds like fun.”

She studied his face to see if he was
serious. “All of them?”

“Why the fuck not? I wouldn’t do them in
order, but we could probably do all of them in the next six months.
Aside from medical appointments, I don’t have any plans. Do
you?”

She gathered her strength to sit back in the
seat, finally discovering how much she soiled it. He helped her out
so that they stood naked in his open garage.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
she asked.

“First we get married -- I bet Dan and Dana
would love to host the wedding. Then we find some studs for your
epic orgy. Finding three cocks for you to take at the same time
shouldn’t be a problem. Oh, I even know a retired linebacker, who I
assume has a huge black cock. We can post it online so that
everyone can see you have sex with tons of guys. And don’t forget
the hottie. I want to see that. Hey, it’s not on your list, but why
don’t we first get you massive boobs?”

Mara burst into tears and Mike wondered if he
fucked up. He held her and she melted in his arms. He really liked
her and the thought of her running away from him would really suck.
Finally, she calmed down enough to clarify her reaction:

“You’d really marry me, even though I’m
terminally ill?”

His relief hit him like a brick. “Yes, but if
you marry me, it has to be for life.”

She smiled through her tears and kissed him
so hard she nearly chipped a tooth.

“You’re not afraid of falling in love with
me?” the terminally ill hottie had to know.

“I’m afraid I already have,” the stud
confessed.

“You are the most wonderful man I have ever
known,” he heard her mumble through her kisses.

“Just wait until you’ve known me another
hour.”

She laughed, shocked how much she felt for
this man who proposed to her within an hour of meeting her. Well,
she did suck him off. She pulled her head back to look at him.

“I fucking love you, Michael. I can’t wait to
marry you. I want your cock in me every day. But please tell me
your last name.”

“Habernashingston.” He watched her jaw drop.
“Nah! It’s Manning. You’re gonna marry Michael Manning.”

“Then my married name will be Mara Manning. I
like it. I fucking like it!”

“I bet your mom is still at Dana’s. Let’s go
back and tell them we’re getting married.”

“You haven’t had a bad idea yet!”

CHAPTER 3

Mike could see that she was still heavily
drugged when they wheeled her out to his car. He couldn’t see her
new tits yet, but the mounds impressed him. The surgeon recommended
only going up two sizes, but they chose four because…why the fuck
not? Sure, it looked totally unnatural, but at least she looked
like a porn star.

He opened the door and guided her in. She
lived with him now, so he drove her home and held her while she
slept. He knew her doctors would give her all kinds of shit for
having cosmetic surgery, but they weren’t the ones dying. Her last
checkup did not find any traces of the cancer, so maybe she was
among the successful 10%. Dr. Blake didn’t believe in giving false
hope, and Mike hated him for that. He understood it, but still
hated him.

Dr. Blake not only was attracted to Mara, but
was single, great looking, and not gay -- the bastard. Mike knew he
didn’t hit it out of the park in the looks department, and realized
that he could never land a total hottie like Mara if he were not
rich, charming, and a fucking mind reader. With her new tits, she
would be out of his league like a bat boy serving in the majors.
Because she valued athleticism during puberty, she had no idea how
great looking she was. He saw that right away, which gave him a
small opportunity to land a big fish.

Which he didn’t expect was for her to be as
amazing and awesome as she turned out. He couldn’t believe how much
he enjoyed her company. He had been around the block, so he knew
that guys fall for beauties all the time. What rung his mop was how
much her personality attracted him like a magnet.

He did not want to fall in love with her.
Marry her, sure; spent the rest of her life with her, absolutely;
but not fall for her. He had fallen before, and assumed his crushed
heart could not love again. Boy, did Mara change that in a hurry.
He soon realized that he would do anything for her. Without even
trying, she conquered him completely.

Her doctors seemed surprised that their
patient was getting married to someone she just met, and they
really didn’t care for Mike knowing so much about medicine. Mike
knew of a promising new treatment in Geneva that they didn’t even
bother to tell her about because the list to get in was so long.
Mike offered the research group $1 million to get Mara in, which
pissed Dr. Blake off even more. This new treatment was more
effective and had fewer debilitating side effects than chemo. And
Dr. Blake didn’t administer it.

She sucked him off before surgery, so
although he made her sleep all night, they still never went a day
without sex. Usually they fucked three times a day and made love
once or twice.

The next morning he gave her a debit card
with her name on it.