Last Day Alive, What Would You Do?

Pounding her pussy with hard slapping sounds against her wet, naked ass, as if he was an out-of-control fucking machine, he fucked Amy in the way that he fucked his mother, his sister, his aunt, his cousin, Julie's mother, and Julie's sister. Piledriving her, with this his last woman that he had sexually fantasized over while masturbating himself, he'd fucked her with great, sexual passion. Feeling as if his cock was going to explode before falling off, not wanting to ejaculate his full load, even though he easily could have, he squirted a little of his seed in Amy's cunt too.

As if he was a drunken cowboy at a whorehouse after a roundup or a rodeo, he couldn't believe he had sex with seven, beautiful, sexy, and shapely women. If it wasn't for him taking two Viagra's, he never would have maintained his erection. With him young and healthy, he didn't need Viagra to get and maintain an erection but what a difference taking two Viagra's made, especially when having sex with seven, gorgeous women.

'Who's the man? Who's the man? I'm the man,' he thought.

Never would he have done anything like this if he didn't know that he was going to die tomorrow. Yet, glad for the heads-up that tomorrow was his last day on Earth, as far as he was concerned, as least he didn't waste his last day. Now that he knew seven women sexually wanted him, loved him even, eight when counting Julie, he only wished he had longer to live. Going from one of the eight women to the other, he couldn't imagine how much sex he could have in a month, six months, or a year. He only wished that Satan had waited a few years before earmarking him for death.

Yet, now that his sexual escapades were over, he felt guilty for what he had done. If only Julie knew that he had sex with her mother, her sister, and now her best friend, he wondered what she'd say. Then, if she knew that he dared have incestuous sex with his mother, his sister, his aunt, and his cousin, she'd have nothing more to do with him. No doubt, she'd break up with him. No doubt, even if he asked her to marry him, she'd never marry him now, not after having sex with the seven most important women in her life.

Yet, what did it matter? He was dying anyway? By this time tomorrow, he'd be dead. By the time that Julie found out that he had been unfaithful to her with the seven most important women in their lives, he'd be long dead and buried. By the time that she learned that he had sex with his mother, his sister, his aunt, his cousin, her mother, her sister, and her best friend, with her, no doubt, latched on to someone else, he'd be nothing more than a faded memory. He only wished that one of them was impregnated with his baby boy.

'Dead and buried?'

Now, for the first time, thinking of the realities of death, he didn't even think of what would happen after his death? Did he want to have a funeral with a casket, a burial plot, and a tombstone or did want to be cremated? And who would get his urn full of ashes? Would his mother or his girlfriend take ownership of his ashes. Being that he wasn't married to Julie, his mother would probably keep his ashes. At least he'd have eight, beautiful, sexy women at his funeral mourning his death.

'Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, here lies Jack. Such a shit, what a sack? He fucked his mother and had sex with his sister. He fucked his aunt and had sex with his cousin. He fucked his girlfriend's mother and had sex with her daughter. Then, he fucked his girlfriend's best friend. Here lies Jack. Such a shit, what a sack? Sad, so sad,' he thought whenever he thought of being dead and buried, or cremated and forgotten, long forgotten.

Only, hopefully, he'll always be remembered. Perhaps having made one of the women pregnant, they'd keep the baby in honor of him. With him so handsome and having such a fine body and big prick, what woman wouldn't want a baby who looked like him? If he had impregnated anyone, he hoped he impregnated Julie's sister or her best friend. It wouldn't be right if his mother, sister, aunt, cousin, or Julie's mother bore his son. Then, again, instead of having a boy, they had a girl? Interrupting him from his pity party, Amy was having a party of her own, an orgasm party.

"Jack! Jack! My God! Jack! I'm cumming. I'm cumming," she said having her orgasm. "I'm cumming, Jack. I'm cumming. Fuck me, Jack. Fuck me. Fuck me harder, Jack. Fuck me faster. Fuck me, Jack. Fuck me. Oh, Jack! Oh, my God, Jack! Oh, Jack! Oh, Jack! Oh, Jack! I love you, Jack. I love you. I really do love you," said Amy.

Being that he was dying anyway, what did it matter if he told Amy that he loved her too. Actually, having known her all his life in the way that he knew Julie and Julie's sister, Jessica, he loved them all. He loved them equally the same. Only, obviously with his intentions of wanting to marry her, had he lived, he loved Julie just a little more than Amy or Jessica. Yet, he loved all three enough to many any of them.

"I love you, Amy. I've always loved you. I'll always love you now and forever," he said with love and sincerely in the way he told Jessica and Julie that he loved them too.

Then, once she had her orgasm, he turned her to face him and gave her a deep, wet kiss. Obviously, his way of saying goodbye, he kissed and kissed her while feeling her tits and fingering her nipples. Then his pièce de résistance, he put a heavy hand to her shoulder. Assuming the position, Amy moved to her knees.

Not needing any more of a hint, as soon as Amy was on her knees in the shower, she took his cock in her hand while staring up at him before she took him in her mouth. She was sucking him. Amy was sucking his prick. Another one of his sexual fantasies come true, his girlfriend's best friend was blowing him. After having fucked him, he couldn't believe that Amy was blowing him.

Another great cocksucker, she sucked his cock with exuberance. She sucked his cock as if she always wanted to suck his cock. Making all the slurping, cock sucking sounds that all men love to hear when a woman is sucking their cocks, she seemingly was enjoying sucking his cock as much as he was enjoying her sucking his cock.

Not ready to fully cum just yet, he beat it the Hell out of there. If he had stayed, he would have exploded his full load of cum in Amy's mouth. If he stayed he would have shot his next load of cum all over Amy's beautiful face, in her red hair, and across her shapely, naked breasts.

"I'm sorry, Amy, but I have to go. I need to see Julie before it's too late. I have so very little time and I'm running out of time," he said.

Being that she was in on the April Fool's Day joke, she understood his rush. He needed to see Julie before it was too late. Before he died, he needed to ask her something that had been on his mind. He needed to know the answer to his question otherwise he'd never rest in peace. Now that he had sex with the seven women he sexually fantasized over while masturbating himself every morning and every night, he needed to talk to his beloved, Julie.

He checked his watch, '18:57:27, 18:57:26, 18:57:25...' It was nearly lunchtime.

### SusanJillParker-10 ###

Jack saw Satan, the Devil himself, getting in his car, a jet black, Lamborghini Diablo.

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Deciding to surprise his girlfriend for lunch, he raced home and quickly showered, shaved, and changed. When he was leaving his house to get in his car to drive to where Julie worked, he couldn't help but notice a tall, thin, black, good looking man in his 50's standing across the street from his house. He looked familiar but unfamiliar at the same time. He had seen him somewhere but he didn't know where. For sure, he'd be the kind of scary dude that he'd see in his nightmares. Wondering where he saw him, he couldn't remember.

He looked as if he was a movie actor dressed for a role. He looked as if he was a movie star who had just stepped off the set to break for lunch. He wondered if he was a celebrity or a model shooting an ad but there were no cameras and no one else around but the two of them.

Mindful of the man standing there staring at him while watching him, Jack walked to his car. As if he was imagining things and seeing things, unable to remove his eyes from him, when the man didn't move and continued staring, Jack stopped dead in his tracks while watching him. Afraid to turn his back on him, he didn't know what this man wanted. Then, as if recognizing him from a nightmare he had, he suspected who he was. Obviously, he now knew who he was, only he couldn't believe it. If he was to envision what Satan looked like, he would look like this man.

'Satan! I can't believe I'm seeing Satan. Satan! What does he want with me now? It's not my time to go until tomorrow. I need to see Julie before I die. I need to talk to Julie,' he thought.

Obviously that he was the Devil but even if he didn't know that this man was the Devil, there was something about him that made him take notice of him. There was something about him that made him return his stare. What caught his attention was the way that man was dressed. Unless they were going to a Halloween party or masquerade ball dressed as the Devil, no one dressed like this. No one looked this good in this average neighborhood.

The man was dressed in an expensive, black, silk suit with a red, silk lining, a red, silk shirt, a red, silk pocket square, a black tie, a black fedora with a red band, and shiny black boots with silver toe tips. He had close cropped hair and a neatly trimmed beard and mustache. In this all white neighborhood that was filled with blue-eyed blondes with big tits, it was unusual to see a black man. In this all white neighborhood, no black man would ever call attention to himself in the way that this man was doing by staring at him. No black man would dare stare threatening at a white man.

'My God, the Devil wears Prada,' he thought. It was odd that he thought of fashion instead of fear at a time like this. 'I remember seeing the exact same, Prada suit advertised in GQ magazine.'

Not needing the cane to walk with, he was carrying a shiny, black, walking stick with an ivory goat's head with horns. A large, silver pendant of a pentagram hung low from his neck and rested between his chest and stomach. He wore an oversized, silver, belt buckle embossed with a coiled serpent with a gaping open mouth that had huge fangs.

After receiving an anonymous e-mail from Satan, he was keenly aware that Satan was in his life and was responsible in tomorrow being his last day alive. After receiving the anonymous e-mail from Satan, it all added up now. After seeing Satan, it all made sense. Jack couldn't help but believe that he was seeing Satan in the flesh. Maybe because he had sex with the seven women he wanted to have sex with and had always fantasized over while masturbating himself, Satan was coming for him a day early.

'That's not right and that's not fair. I don't have any time left as it is. I need to see my beloved girlfriend, Julie, before Satan takes me. I need to ask her the question that's been on my mind,' he thought. 'Maybe he wasn't Satan. Yet, it had to be Satan,' he thought. 'Who else could it be? I can't believe I'm seeing the Devil.'

Frozen in place, he watched the man walk to his car, a shiny, black, Lamborghini Diablo with a fire engine red, leather interior and with the personalized license plate, SATAN. Before he got in his car, the Devil looked at him long and hard. Then, this strange man gave him a Hellish smile that nearly made him shit himself before the man gave him the thumbs up sign as if to tell him that his soul belonged to him.

Still unable to move while staring after him, expecting the car to fly up in the sky before flying down into the ground and to Hell, Jack watched Satan drive away. He couldn't believe his eyes. Not only had he just seen the Devil wearing Prada but also he saw Satan's car. Of course, that was his car. The car had a personalized vanity plate that read SATAN. Besides, what else would Satan drive other than a Lamborghini Diablo? Not only had he seen the Devil but also Satan acknowledge him as his next victim.

'Oh, my God. Dear God in Heaven help me. Dear God in Heaven save me from the Devil and from my fate. Fuck me! I'm doomed,' thought Jack. 'I'm going to Hell. My ass and my soul belong to Satan.'

He checked his watch, '18:41:13, 18:41:12, 18:41:10...'

### SusanJillParker-11 ###

Jack had lunch with Julie and she confessed that he wasn't dying. She told him that she had played an April Fool's joke on him to get him to propose marriage to her.

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After having six hours of marathon sex with seven women, his mother, Rita, his sister, Carol, his aunt, Christine, his cousin, Kathy, his girlfriend's mother, Nancy, his girlfriend's sister, Jessica, and Julie's best friend, Amy, Jack was ready for lunch. He had worked up quite the appetite after humping, pounding, and fucking seven consensually willing pussies all morning. It took an enormous amount of self-control not to ejaculate his full load of cum in the mouths of women who were all incredible cocksuckers. Perfect timing on his part, he drove to where Julie worked just in time for lunch.

He found his beloved in the company cafeteria sitting at a table with three of her co-workers. A busy time of day, all the tables were filled with employees. Nonetheless not caring that he was making a spectacle of himself, he got down on one knee. As if he was the Bachelor on the TV show the Bachelor and the Bachelorette, everyone knew what he was about to do and all heads turned to watch him propose marriage to darling, Julie.

"Julie, I haven't had the time to buy a ring yet but we can do that together tonight if you say yes," he said taking a big breath. "I love you, Julie. Will you marry me?"

She jumped up from her chair and he stood to meet her embrace. She kissed him before answering him. Giving him a long, wet kiss, she kissed him again. Kissing and kissing him, she kissed him in the way his mother, his sister, his aunt, his cousin, her mother, her sister, and her best friend had kissed her earlier. Kissing and kissing him, she blanked his mind with her passionate kisses.

"Yes, of course, I'll marry you. I love you, Jack," she said with happiness before sadness took hold of her face. "Only, before I marry you," she said taking him by his hand and leading him out of the cafeteria. "There's something I must tell you," she said looking up at his hazel eyes. I need to tell you something that's very important."

Suddenly feeling uncomfortably guilty while filled with remorse, he looked at her while wondering if she knew that he had sex with his mother, his sister, his aunt, his cousin, her mother, her sister, and her best friend. Perhaps, with his sexual party over, her knowing that he was unfaithful to her was the repercussions that he must pay now. If it wasn't bad enough that he'd be dead tomorrow and would be doomed to eternal damnation in Hell, now he had to face Julie to explain why he sexually did what he heinously did.

'Yet, who could blame me for having sex with every woman I've sexually fantasized, lusted, and masturbated over for years? With me dying tomorrow anyway, I did what I had to do,' he thought justifying his despicable, sexual actions. 'And without guilt and remorse being that they'd be no repercussions, I'd do it again.'

Nonetheless, the last thing he wanted to do was to hurt the love of his life. Yet, with him so wrapped up in dying and tomorrow being his last day on Earth, he wanted to get the most of what he had left of life. Now, ready to face the music, he wondered what it was she needed to tell him. Obviously, for her to interrupt his marriage proposal, it had to be something that was important, but what? He couldn't imagine what it was she needed him to know.

"What is it, Julie? Tell me. Suddenly, you look troubled when you should look happy," he said.

Not wanting her to know, he was determined to hide from her that he was dying. Not wanting to upset her on this the happiest day of her life, he didn't want her to know that tomorrow was his last day alive. He didn't want her to know that he'd be dead tomorrow. He didn't want her to know that they'd never be married. The very least thing and the last thing that he could do, he could buy her a diamond, engagement ring tonight. Even if she stored it in a box after marrying someone else, at least she'd have that to remember him by after he's gone.

'God, this is so sad,' he thought. 'Woe is me. Woe is me. What have I done to deserve this? Why me? Why now? Yet, at least I got to live out my sexual fantasies. At least I had sex with my MILF of a mother and aunt, my sexy sister and cousin, and Julie's mother, sister, and best friend.'

Still, something he didn't feel before, now with Julie standing beside him, he felt guilty for his deplorable, sexual actions. How dare he have sex with every woman they knew and every woman that he wantonly lusted, sexually fantasized, and masturbated over for years? How dare he kiss them while feeling them? How dare he strip his mother and her mother naked? How dare he lick her mother, his aunt, and her sister's pussy? How dare he fuck them all before having them suck his cock? How dare he so disrespect and be so unfaithful to his darling, Julie? How dare he?

"I have a confession to make," she said looking at him with guilt. "I played an April Fool's joke on you," she said laughing nervously while staring up at him and while watching for his reaction.

'April Fool's joke? What is she talking about? She's talking about jokes and I'm talking about marriage and certain death,' he thought. 'Wait. Today is April Fool's? With all that's been going on with me dying, I forgot all about today being April Fool's Day. Well, happy April Fool's Day but that still doesn't change a damn thing,' he thought.

Then, he wondered what April Fool's joke she played on him. Removing the guilt from him, he placed it squarely on her. He figured she had been unfaithful to him. He figured she had an affair. Maybe she had sex with one of the strippers at her 21st birthday party two years ago. Maybe she had sex with one of her coworkers. Maybe she had sex with Amy, her best friend.

'Wouldn't that be hot to watch, her having sex with Amy,' he thought. 'I'd love to be part of that threesome.'

Yet, whatever her confession was, whatever her April Fool's joke was, it didn't matter, especially now after he had sex with his mother, his sister, his aunt, his cousin, her mother, her sister, and her best friend? Besides, what difference did anything she had to say make? He was dying anyway. By this time tomorrow, he'd be long dead. By this time tomorrow, he'd be dead, dead, dead and burning in Hell.

"What is it, Julie? Tell me. You know that you can tell me anything. What could you possibly have to confess?" He looked at her struggling to speak. "Have you been unfaithful to me? If it's about you blowing one of the strippers at your 21st birthday party two years ago, don't worry about that. I figured you had some sexy fun on your birthday," he said jumping to conclusions. "So what if you sucked some stripper's cock? I forgive you. It was your birthday and you were just having a good, drunken time."

She looked at him with guilt. She looked at him with fear. She looked at him with embarrassment. She looked at him as if she was afraid to tell him the truth that she played an April Fool's joke on him to get him to propose.

"First of all, I didn't blow any strippers," she said making a face as if he had just insulted her. "I'd never cheat on you. Your prick is the only prick I've ever had in my mouth. Actually," she said pausing again while obviously stalling for time. "The truth of the matter is," she said pausing again while looking up at him. "You're not dying tomorrow. You'll be living a long and happy life with me, if you still want me after I tell you what I did."