I'm horny as all hell. It's that blue hot horny where mere breezes can cause me to get a twinkle in my eye. Well passed the orange horny of "hey, I feel kinda sexy. I've escaped the white heat of imagining every fine woman on the street naked and in the best sexual position created for their body. I'm at the blue hot level where every damn thing is sex. Every. Damn. Thing. It doesn't help that I work with a plethora of fine women. Sweet scents, shapely curves and cleavage have been assaulting my senses all damn day. Alas, I am not succumbing to the urge to strip naked in the streets and avail myself to the sexiest thing near me or fall prey to temptation. This isn't the first time I've been here. Hell, I know firsthand what the blue heat of horny can do to a person.I was feverish. Literally, I was maybe at 101 degree temperature. I lay in my bed on my stomach flipping my pillow over and over as the cool side constantly evaded me. The flu had swept through campus like a tornado. My body ached, my coughs had left my stomach aching from the continuous muscle contractions and my body went through hot flashes that felt like mini infernos. I answered the phone in near delirium half hoping it was my maker calling to say he'd pick me up in ten minutes and to make sure I had change for the tolls to heaven...or hell.
"No fair, I come up to visit this weekend and you're sick!"
"Hey, Mercedes. Yeah. I'm out for the count. If I can get better I'll hang out with y'all tomorrow." I mumbled. The phone receiver laid against the mattress as my mouth made words slowly into it.
"No! I gotta see you today. Right now!" Her urgency had a familiar ring to it. Then she whispered "I'm hot and horny. I need it inside me right now. A Quickie."
"I'm siiiiiiiiiicccckk". I moaned
"I'm coming over. Is your door unlocked?"
"I don't know. I think my roommate left it open in case the coroner needs to come in and remove my body while he's in class."
She laughed then spoke to our mutual friend who's house she was calling from.
"Yeah, I'm gonna go by and take him some soup. He sounds so sad..ok...She says hope you feel better...huh? yeah I'll go get him some soup and take it to him. No! I'll go by myself. Just stay here so I can hurry back." Then the phone hung up.
I don't know how long it was but I awoke to the sound of the busy signal echoing in my face. I'd passed out without hanging the phone up. Then I heard thunderous sounds vibrating up the steps towards me. The door bust open. Mercedes was wide eyed. She threw off her coat, shed her sweatshirt and her bra-less full breasts bounced gently against her chocolate skin. All I could do was grunt and force my face into the cold side of the pillow. I could hear the nylon pants slide from her slender legs then the tell tale snap of panty elastic.
I felt the cool breeze of the comforter being raised, heard the creek of my twin bed springs then felt her body sliding against mine. Legs, arms and then an incredible cool and firm feeling of her breasts against my hot back.
"Wow you are really warm, you have a fever!"
"Told you I was sick." But the feeling of those tits on my back had an immediate reaction down below. She fished her hand down around me, grabbing hold of the evidence that I wasn't too sick.
"Hard dick! Hard dick! Gimme!" It didn't take long for her to roll me over on my back. As you've seen before when Mercedes wants, she gets. I opened my eyes to see her wide eyes staring at my hard dick. She stroked me hard, feverishly pumping on it like a bike tire trying to force it to full mast. When it wasn't jumping up in 1.3 seconds, she wrapped her cool mouth around the head then bobbed. Her mouth filled with saliva quickly. She was watering at the mouth. Her mouth was cooler than my feverish skin was which added some relief outside of the norm. She worked me. Period. Worked me with deep, strong strokes. Saliva splashed to her hands as she worked me to a mighty stiff erection.
Placing one hand on my chest, she leapt forward like a gymnast mounting the pommel horse. I opened my eyes just as she arched her back and slowly inserted me into her tight gripping sex. Her face contorted with disbelief. As she took me to the hilt, her face registered a sigh of relief. I could feel her deep heat. Her nectar was flowing freely about my member. Mercedes rode slowly. Her hips were mixing a tune that was playing in her head. And there she rode, stroked and gyrated with me and her joined.
I could feel as the head of my dick massaged her spots, both near and deep. Her brown nipples perked pointing straight out. Her now sweaty hand held my chest for balance. I laid there near stiffly, my hands felt the desire to touch her, but my energy wasn't there. I felt like a boxer on the mat at 6....7...8. Mercedes' head rolled on her neck as she played her song...then she sang....the note started low then rose to a high crescendo. Her moans coaxed a song from me. I heard my grunts erupting then felt her sex contracting against me as she came hard. Her flower rapidly flexing against my manly probe. The sweat glistened on her breasts. Her flower, which spread wide to accommodate my manhood, was moist with perspiration and her honey. She bent forward, her hand stiff against my face as she rocked, she could tell I was close and as she led me to my climax she swam the waters of her afterglow.
With great intuition, she slowly removed my manhood from her as my own climax bubbled to the edge. Opening her eyes, she stared into my eyes intently as she stroked me hard and I exploded my own nectar across her stomach, full hard breasts with small gems of a pearl necklace. She wiped the drops from her neck and then slowly from her breasts with her hand then used the back of her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead.
"Your dick was so hot inside me. That fever was good, I hope I broke it for you."
Soon, she had collected her clothes and was on her way. I mustered up my energy and headed down to the kitchen for some water.
Sitting on the counter was a can of chicken noodle soup, a spoon, a bowl and the can opener with a note that read. "Get Well Soon." Because after the hot horny is satiated we always come back to our senses.
My name is The Fury, excuse me while I go masturbate now....