We Died on the Same Day and Chose to Spend Eternity Together

Diego Salinas was thirty-five years old and lived with the constant feeling that his life was going to end in the stupidest way possible. He was nearly six foot three, with thick arms from lugging electrical panels all over Córdoba, a three-day beard, and a small apartment in Nueva Córdoba that smelled of cigarettes and cold food. He was a freelance electrician, paid under the table, and hadn’t had a partner in two years.

The last one, Romina, had dumped him with a short line: “You only think about fucking.” She was right. Diego fucked as if every night were a final rehearsal. When some chick showed up through an app, he’d take her back to the apartment, talk dirty in her ear, grab her hair, shove his cock all the way down her throat, and let her come back for another dose. He had a thick, veiny dick with a wide head, and he knew exactly how to use it.

When there was no one around, he jerked off like an animal. Seated on the couch, pants around his ankles, watching homemade Argentine porn, he’d end up growling with his belly full of his own load. His only real passion was filth. He dreamed of orgies, of fucking in public places, of wrecking a woman’s ass while another one sat her cunt in his face. In real life he had never quite gotten to live it. There was always something missing: money, time, shame, fear of being judged.

That morning he had woken up with his cock hard as iron, thinking about a married client who had looked at his bulge the day before when he fixed her air conditioner. He gave himself a quick wank in the shower, pulled on his usual ripped jeans, and headed downtown. Waiting for him was a loose luminous sign on an old rooftop. He didn’t know that in less than two hours he’d be dead, with his skull crushed against a concrete edge.

He also didn’t know that death was going to hand him, without paperwork, everything he had ever wanted.

***

Camila Reyes was thirty-two and had a body that stopped traffic without trying. Medium height, slightly brown skin, long wavy chestnut hair, firm tits, a round ass that filled any pair of jeans. She worked as a graphic designer from an apartment in the Güemes neighborhood, surrounded by plants, scented candles, and three screens where she retouched logos until dawn.

Her sex life was intense and messy. She hadn’t had a steady boyfriend for a year and a half, but she never lacked cock. She liked to be fucked hard, to have her neck grabbed, to be talked dirty to while they went in all the way. She had one very specific weakness: having her ass eaten and fingers shoved in her while she was being fucked.

At home she was even worse. A drawer full of thick dildos, plugs, a clitoral sucker she used almost every night. She’d sit in front of the mirror in her room with her legs spread, slide in a thick vibrator, and watch as her cunt swallowed it whole. She moaned loud even when she was alone, slapped her own ass, ended up soaking the sheets, and whispered insults to herself.

She fantasized about orgies, about being used by several people at once, about being tied up and filled everywhere. She had tried threesomes a couple of times and loved them, but she always wanted more. Dirtier. Less ruled.

That morning she had woken up with her cunt swollen. She showered, put on a tiny black thong, a short dress, and went downtown to a meeting. Afterward she decided to stop for coffee. She was walking along the sidewalk, feeling her body, when fate made the decision for her.

***

The luminous sign from the old building came loose with a sharp crack. It fell like a block onto Diego’s head on the rooftop, crushed him against the edge, and bounced away. A sharp corner flew off toward the street and split Camila’s skull while she was looking at the window display of an optician’s shop. It wasn’t traffic. It wasn’t a noble cause. It was cosmic bad luck, measured to the millimeter by something bored up above.

When they opened their eyes there was no tunnel or heavenly chorus. They were in a black marble suite that looked as if it had been lifted from a Dubai hotel. Silk sheets, a floor-to-ceiling window with a view of a golden horizon and pink clouds, a leather sofa where a man in an impeccable suit was waiting for them as if he were the manager of a five-star hotel.

—Welcome to transit —he said, smiling with teeth too white—. Not heaven or hell yet. Let’s call it a premium waiting room. You have to choose where you’re going to live forever. You can visit both sides for as long as you want. No rush, no judgments.

Diego touched his head. Not a bruise. Camila looked at her hands, perfect, and noticed she was completely naked. Diego too. Neither of them covered up. The man left them a black card with a gold logo.

—This moves you between the planes. And have fun. Here, filth has no ceiling. It’s part of the package. Compensation for helping with the balance between existential planes.

When he left, they looked at each other in silence for the first time. Diego had broad shoulders, defined arms, a cock that was starting to harden under her gaze. Camila had firm tits, nipples raised by the fresh air, and a smile that mixed challenge and curiosity.

Neither of them asked the other’s name. The air in the suite was already charged.

Camila took a step. She scanned his body with her eyes, unashamed.

—Look how hard you’re getting —she said in a low voice—. We just met and you already want to fuck me.

—With that whore face and that ass, anybody would —he replied—. We’re dead, babe. No point pretending.

She smiled sideways and moved closer until her nipples brushed his chest. She ran her fingertips over his abdomen, slowly down, until her hand hovered a centimeter from his cock.

—You’re thick —she murmured—. I wonder what this would feel like opening my cunt. Can you imagine shoving it into me all the way while I look you in the eyes?

Diego breathed heavily. He caressed her hip and slid up to take one breast firmly, squeezing the soft flesh.

—I imagine you screaming while I bury it in you. Wet, clenching around me. I want to hear you say how much of a whore you are while I fuck you against that wall.

She moaned when he pinched her nipple. At last she wrapped her hand around his cock, not moving yet, measuring the thickness.

—We’re dead together —she whispered, grazing his lips—. Better get to know each other for real. I want you to use me. I want you to break me.

Diego couldn’t hold back. He grabbed the back of her neck and shoved his tongue deep into her mouth. She answered by biting his lip, stroking his cock with slow, precise movements. He brought his other hand between her legs and found her cunt soaked through, swollen lips, clit awake. He sank two fingers in to the knuckles.

—You’re like a river —he growled—. You’re going to soak the floor when I fuck you.

—Go deeper. Imagine it’s your cock opening me up. I want to feel all of you.

He lifted her by the ass with ease. He set her against the cold window. He placed the head of his cock at the entrance to her cunt and pushed slowly at first, letting her feel how he opened her centimeter by centimeter. When he was fully buried, Camila screamed and dug her nails into his back.

—Harder, you son of a bitch. Fuck me like it’s the last time. Which, really, it is.

He began to drive into her with growing force. The wet slap of flesh filled the suite. She came within minutes, clenching around him in intense convulsions, juice running down her thighs. Diego didn’t stop. He lowered her to the floor, put her on her knees, and shoved his still-wet cock all the way down her throat. Camila sucked him with hunger, saliva hanging from her chin, eyes teary. When he came, he filled her mouth with thick, hot seed. She swallowed without wasting a drop and wiped her lips with the back of her hand.

—Welcome to the afterlife, Diego —she said, and only then did they learn each other’s names.

***

The first visit was to Heaven. The card transported them to an endless garden of luminous flowers, crystal-clear fountains, perfect bodies walking naked. Angels and angelesses with white wings, shameless, fucking out in the open in pairs, threesomes, and whole groups. The air smelled of sex and jasmine.

They walked hand in hand, Diego’s cock half-hard, Camila’s cunt still dripping. A blond angeless with huge tits came up to them.

—Want to try? Here it’s all pure pleasure. No guilt.

Camila didn’t hesitate. She threw herself onto the grass with the angeless and they started kissing, tongues entwined, nipple against nipple. Diego got behind the angeless, opened her tight ass, and pushed in slowly while she ate Camila’s cunt. The three of them moaned like animals. The angeless had a sweet cunt, almost addictive.

Camila came over and over. Then they switched: Diego lay down, Camila sat on his cock and started riding him while the angeless sat her cunt in his face. He licked her with enthusiasm, swallowing heavenly juice. The three of them came together, seed and fluids everywhere.

Heaven was rich, but after three days of endless orgies —with angels, angelesses, in pools of warm milk, on soft clouds— they got bored.

—This is good, but I’m missing something filthy —Camila said, wiping her cunt with a perfumed leaf.

—Let’s go to Hell —Diego replied, his cock still hard.

***

Hell was something else. Fire that didn’t burn, but warmed the skin like a burning caress. Black stone caves lit with red torches. Demons and demonesses with horns, long tails, bodies made for sin. The smell of sulfur, sweat, and wet cunt.

A black-haired demoness with pierced nipples and a thick tail welcomed them.

—There are no rules here, mortals. Pain is pleasure. Shame is lust. Stay as long as you want.

Camila lit up instantly. The demoness threw her onto a hot stone altar and spread her legs. She shoved her whole tail into Camila’s cunt while sucking her tits hard. Diego watched for a second and moved behind the demoness. He grabbed her horns like handles and buried his cock in her ass to the balls. The demoness roared. The tail went in and out of Camila in time with Diego’s thrusts.

—Deeper, bitch —Camila screamed—. Fuck me with that tail.

She came so hard she splattered the entire altar. Diego pulled out his cock and shoved it into Camila’s mouth, emptying himself down her throat while the demoness licked her swollen cunt.

The best came after. In a huge room full of demons they tied them to a hot iron cross, back to back. They surrounded them. Camila had one cock in her cunt and another in her mouth. Diego was being fucked in the ass and had his cock sucked at the same time. The fire licked their skin without burning, only increasing pleasure until it drove them crazy. She came again and again, streams falling onto the stone. He ejaculated three times without stopping, spraying tits and faces of demonesses who licked everything off.

They spent days there. They fucked in rivers of warm lava that made their ass and cunt burn in a delicious way. They took part in rituals where hundreds used them like toys. Camila let ten cocks use her at the same time: two in her cunt, one in her ass, two in her mouth, the rest in her hands and between her tits. Diego watched while a demoness sat her cunt on his face and another fucked his cock with her ass. They came shouting insults, filthy, sweaty, happy.

Between fucks they talked. Naked, with Diego’s cock still inside her, moving slowly.

—Did you imagine death would be like this? —she asked, squeezing him with her inner muscles.

—Not fucking a chance. I thought I’d be touching my cock alone for eternity —he answered, biting her tits.

***

After weeks of alternating between the two planes, they returned to the transit suite. The black card gleamed on the marble table. They were sitting naked on the bed, legs intertwined and Diego’s hand resting on Camila’s thigh.

The man in the suit appeared again, carrying a black folder.

—I’m sorry to interrupt your recreation —he said in his neutral voice—. It’s time to formalize residency. You can’t live indefinitely in both planes. You must choose one as your home. You’ll be able to visit the other once a year, for thirty days. Eternal vacation, we call it. It’s the only exception.

He placed the folder on the bed and disappeared in silence.

They looked at each other for a long time. Diego’s cock rested half-erect on his thigh. Camila had recent bite marks on her tits, her cunt still swollen.

—This is bullshit —he muttered, running a hand through his beard—. I thought we could have everything.

She moved closer, rested her head on his chest, and began absentmindedly stroking his cock with her fingertips.

—Let’s think calmly. Heaven is beautiful, clean, perfect. Soft orgies, pure pleasure, no pain. The angelesses have sweet cunts and asses that open like butter. We can fuck on clouds, in pools of warm milk, surrounded by bodies that only want to give and receive.

Diego nodded.

—Yeah, but after a while it gets boring. Too perfect. It’s missing the smell of dirty sweat, the insult in your ear, the pain that makes you come harder. Nobody there calls you a bitch while he wrecks your ass. It’s all “I love you” and “how beautiful to share.” It wears me out fast.

Camila sighed and squeezed his cock, feeling it harden.

—Hell, on the other hand, is pure fire. That’s where they really break us like animals. The demonesses have tails that fill you up to the womb, huge cocks that tear you apart, rituals where they tie you up and use you for days. Pain mixed with pleasure drives me crazy. I love being insulted, spit on, filled until I’m dripping. That’s where I feel used. And that turns me on like nothing else.

She paused and looked him in the eyes.

—But it gets tiring too. The sulfur burns your nose. Constant fire leaves your skin sensitive. Sometimes I want peace. I want to come without being hit, without being choked on a cock while someone yanks my hair. I want a place where I can fuck you slowly, looking at you, without demons watching.

Diego stroked her hair and slid his hand down to lazily slip two fingers into her wet cunt.

—So Heaven adds clean pleasure, beauty, and rest. But it lacks filth and gets monotonous.

—Hell adds unlimited filth, pain that multiplies everything, and forbidden orgies. But it exhausts you, and sometimes I need to feel loved, not just fucked like an animal —she went on, moaning softly when his fingers penetrated her deeper.

They stayed like that for a while, masturbating each other with slow movements, thinking.

—I vote Hell as the base —Diego finally said in a deep voice—. I want you available so I can fuck you wild whenever I feel like it, with no rules. But those thirty days a year in Heaven will be our luxury vacation. We fuck softly, rest, recharge, and go back to the fire.

She squeezed her cunt around his fingers.

—I love it. I choose Hell too. That’s more me. More of a bitch. More free. But I need those vacations so I don’t go crazy. Thirty days of slow fucking with you, and the rest of the year they can break us.

Diego pulled out his fingers and sucked them with pleasure.

—Settled. Hell permanently. Heaven once a year.

Camila climbed on top of him, straddling him. She took his cock and rubbed it against her soaked entrance.

—Let’s seal it properly —she whispered, lowering herself slowly until he filled her completely—. Fuck me while thinking about our eternity. About the fire and the clouds.

He gripped her hips hard and began thrusting from below.

—Hell forever. And thirty days of Heaven every year. The perfect fucking eternal life.

The moans filled the suite again as they sealed the decision with a deep, long fuck, knowing that even if they had to choose, they would still get the best of both worlds.