Sick Day by Trixie Tale
Copyright © 2010 by Trixie Tale
Johnny slept in fits and starts as his body vacillated between fire and ice. It was bad enough that his body didn't even feel like his own. He was bigger. And he had hair in all the right spots. That was cool. The acne sucked and he was becoming quite the poon hound lately. He couldn't think of anything except girls. Girls, girls, girls.
Giving up on sleep despite his body being dead tired, Johnny went downstairs to take his temperature. He must have just missed his mom leaving for her early shift. Her car was absent from the driveway.
He ran the scanner across his forehead and tasted the bittersweet validation when it read 103. At least there was no mystery surrounding this particular shit feeling. Johnny grabbed some medicine, a glass of water, and headed back upstairs to attempt to sleep.
Great. Makeup tests. Makeup homework. It all sucked. Getting behind sucked. Being sick sucked.
Johnny woke and noticed he was able to sleep for a few hours. He eased upright, testing his head's willingness to not pound. There was only a mild ache this time around.
Movement caught the corner of Johnny's eye. He looked out the window and saw down into his neighbor's backyard. He liked what he saw. His neighbor's hot, new wife was taking a dip in the pool--naked.
Immediately Johnny's cock was at attention. He stared down transfixed as she swam casual laps across the pool. Her tan and shapely ass faced Johnny, beckoning to him. Johnny stroked his cock. Despite the dull ache in his head and body he could see with pristine clarity the image forming in his mind.
That gorgeous ass staring up at him, her two holes begging to be filled. Glistening pussy lips and a puckery rosebud. He would have to bend down slightly and hold his cock with one hand to guide it in while gripping her hip with the other. He would be almost too big for her and she might cry out in pain softly as he pushed his hard on inside her tight pussy.
Then he would begin slow movements with his hips and hers, using his hands to move her ass to the rhythm of his choosing. Her rosebud would tease him as he would dare to edge out more with each stroke, fearful of his entire length being pushed out by her tightness.
Johnny opened his eyes briefly to see the reality of her naked body and was treated to the vision of her front. She had switched to backstrokes and steadily moved back and forth in the pool as her beautiful red nipples pointed up toward the sun.
Johnny's hand gripped and jacked harder. Back in his head, he was still pumping her but she was on her back now. Her manicured nails caressed her breasts as she squeezed and pushed them together. In his mind, she was a screamer. Each thrust brought with it a satisfying shout of excitement, pain, and/or pleasure. Johnny didn't care which.
He wanted to pump her and fuck her harder. He took one last look at her floating body. He fell back on his bed, the energy spent sitting up feeling wasteful. His headache took on a sharp edge in response to the change in position. He concentrated harder on her imaginary body in his mind. His ass clenched and his hips bucked up and he came. He came all over the place. Moaning and squirting and jacking. Relief flooded his spent body.
He lay on his bed, intending to get up to wipe off. Before he could relay those instructions to his half awake muscles, new, sexy, blurry images swamped his mind, closing it shut to the outside world for next few hours at least.
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