Aug 042006
 

It was too fucking hot.

We were college kids who burned all our money to live together in an apartment. We ate the cheapest food, didn’t have cable and never turned on the air conditioner so we could afford to live under the same roof and fuck. And, oh, how we fucked. I was Cassie’s dom, and the games we played with rope and paddles would have been impossible in a dorm. She was my slave, and I owned her cunt from sunrise to sunset and back to sunrise.

What had been fun in the spring semester, though, was impossible over the summer session. One-hundred-degree weather had interrupted our games where shame and decency could not. There was no rain. There was no breeze. All we had were closed shades and the shedding of clothes to keep us cool. We were soaked in heat to the point that touching another person was just a little much extra heat to stand.

It was too fucking hot.

Cassie’s long blond hair was pulled back into a very unsexy bun just to keep it from touching her skin. She was naked except a pair of panties to keep her from sticking to our couch. Her nearly nude body inspired lust, and one night I actually tied her down and fucked her, but the awful feeling of two burning bodies rubbing together was too uncomfortable to repeat. Oh, I’m a sadist, but I’m not willing to be a masochist just to make her hurt.

That was three days ago. This morning, I was looking at her flushed sweaty body, and I wanted her. I wanted to use her. I wanted to somehow lose myself in her sex and escape the heat. It was just the sticky friction that kept me back. I stared at Cassie for an hour as my overheated brain tried to think of a way to fuck her. When I finally did come up a way, I couldn’t believe it had taken me that long.

“Come with me,” I said.

She recognized the tone of my voice and knew we would be fucking. The look of fear in her face was worse than that time I tried my belt on her. Christ, she was more afraid of the heat than of me.

“It’s too fucking hot,” she said.

“Oh, I know,” I told her.

I grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to the bedroom. She shed her panties like a good slut while I kicked off my boxers. Cassie bit her lip and braced herself. Would I burn her with a spanking, or was I going to just immolate her with sex?

“Sit at the end of the bed,” I said. She obeyed and spread her legs. Oh, such a very good girl. I walked around her and sat at the head of the bed. Cassie followed me like a flower following the sun. I sat down and got comfortable, my knees pulled up so I was just shy of touching her long, open legs.

“Stroke,” I said.

The tension went out of her shoulders. This she could do. Her hands went to her hairy sex and pushed into herself. Cassie moaned as soon as she entered herself, just as I had trained her. She leaned back against the footboard and fucked herself.

I spat on my cock and stroked my cock. I gasped at the brief flash of coolness from the saliva. My hand pumped my cock, grinding along the length of my shaft. Cassie’s eyes stayed on my cock, and I knew that as much as she wanted it inside her, she wasn’t willing to brave the heat that was almost solid in the bedroom.

It was too fucking hot.

We masturbated. I felt the friction build on my cock, but this heat was manageable. I saw Cassie go through it, too, as she almost touched her tits but stopped herself. Our bodies longed for touch but at the same time couldn’t stand to be touched. So we did the next best thing. We fucked ourselves. We fucked ourselves for each other. Our hands were proxies for our cunt and cock.

The sweat on our bodies wasn’t from fucking, but it still turned us on to watch. I couldn’t stop looking at her flushed face, and I didn’t care if it was flushed from the heat or from the masturbating. Cassie felt the same about my cock. She knew it was red and swollen from my hand, but I could see in her eyes that she imagined it was red from her lips. Our bodies weren’t touching, but we still going through the same sweaty reactions.

Our fucking was so hot.

Cassie climaxed first, the greedy slut. The sound of her wet sex sounded deceptively cool and inviting. It sounded like footsteps in a pool, and I heard the sounds of her slick cunt over the sound of her moaning orgasm.

I was close. It was so hot, and Cassie was already in so much pain from the heat, but I couldn’t resist. I stood up on the bed and walked over her while I kept pumping my cock. She looked up at me, and that flash of fear was all I needed to cum.

Unbelievably hot cum rained on her face, and I knew every drop burned her. Cassie winced as my stream fell on her, but she didn’t try to dodge it. Hell, she even started to smile. My seed joined the sweat on her face, proving that my mark can overwrite even nature.

That is so fucking hot.

  8 Responses to “Fiction: Too Fucking Hot”

  1. This story is too fucking hot!

  2. I’d like to sup with my baby tonight
    and play the pup with my baby tonight
    I’d like to sup with my baby tonight
    and play the pup with my baby tonight
    but I ain’t up to my baby tonight
    cause it’s too darn hot
    It’s too darn hot
    It’s too darn hot

  3. *flush* did you just turn up the heater Shon?

  4. Wordslut- Thanks :)

    madame X- You get anything you damn well want for using a ‘Kiss Me Kate’ quote. I love that movie.

    Jaenelle- Yes, I take responsibility for global erotica warning.

  5. Madame X – Hell yeah! My thoughts exactly!

  6. I love that movie too Shon, only now I have this vision in my head of Anne Miller dancing naked int he middle of this giant circle jerk.

    I not too sure how I feel about that.

  7. Larosa- ‘Kiss Me Kate’ is my second favorite musical behind ‘Paint Your Wagon’. Still, I didn’t see the connection till Madame X mentioned it.

    Madame X- Oh you say it like Ann wouldn’t enjoy it.

  8. Goodness! I think I have photos of that from very early this morning!

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