I had been watching the bikini girls frolic in the sand and the surf all week from my breezy balcony. I was sick (*cough cough sputter sputter*). I was really sick and nobody was allowed to come see me and I was not allowed to leave.
The doctor felt it would be best if I went to Florida and got some fresh air and listened to the ocean. Sounded good to me so I decided to follow the good doctor's advice.
So my sick eyes just watched the long legged girls, the short cuties, the jiggling orbs of girl tits, their swaying cute little asses. Their sun kissed bellies... their hand held radios... their giggles and shouts... their dark sunglasses.
All day long, bikini girls played on the beach. I begged and prayed for them to toss off their swimsuits and run naked in the foamy waves. They never did. The bitches.
I got desperate. I started shouting at them "Show me your tits!" The usual response was an upwardly extended middle finger.
By the third day of my illness I hallucinated mermaids rolling blissfully in the surf... three times.
I spent a lot of time jerking off and eating soup. I was so sick.
One evening, my sick ass was laying on the couch listening to the lizards scurry across the kitchen floor when I heard the front door being forced open.
I rolled my sick head around on my sick neck and saw her storm through the door.
Her long gorgeous body was wrapped in a skin tight orange latex hazmat suit. She marched across the carpet in her kickass nuclear boots.
She stood above me menacingly and flexed her gloved fists. I knew she was glaring at me from behind her dark goggles and there was probably a smile smeared on her wicked lips under her air filter mask.
I heard her muffled voice say "So what's this all about?" as she delivered a swift kick to the couch with her kickass nuclear boots.
Description of Mazzie Fury's kickass nuclear boots: orange with red Saturn rings around the calves. Fully robotic lunar tread. Built to mambo, or stomp planets. At present, toe tapping impatiently.
"I'm so glad you came over. You're the only one I know with a skin-tight orange latex hazmat suit and I didn't want you to miss this... by the way, I like how your bio-suit conforms itself like balloon skin over your wild raspberry nipples *cough*" said I.
"You've never tasted them. How do you know they're 'raspberry'?" she retorted as she sunk into the big lazy armchair and teasingly rubbed her gloved thumbs over her balloonesque tits. The latex squeaked as she tweaked her nipples.
"So I'm here... so what's the big deal? You know I'm not fucking you tonight. You're contagious. Your spermy goo is probably swimming with legions of cootie-germs. It's totally gross to think about," she said as she made herself comfortable by laying back and kicking up her kickass planet stomp'n boots.
"I found some," I was very excited, "I got hairysnatchbitchfuckingteenagegnomes action goin down live, here, tonight, in this time share condo dwelling thing. Wanna watch with me? *hack*" I was very sick.
She was suddenly still. "What are you talking about?"
I tried to explain, "First I had to find me a hairysnatchbitch. That wasn't to hard. There's an entire web ring of hairysnatchbitches that run their own amateur porn pages. I found the wildest hairysnatchbitch. She's a super-freek. She's coming here tonight."
"She's coming here?" Mazzie asked through her air mask. At that very second, hordes of my horrible sick germs were lashing themselves against her micro filtered mask's armorous mesh. The lizards were keeling over in the kitchen.
"Yeah she's coming here. You should see some of her video downloads. I especially liked the series where she seduces a group of rainforest poachers and then trades them their guns for some gangbang fun. But the one where she ritualistically brings herself to orgasm on a torchlight alter to call upon the great OOga Boogoo and starts kicking and screaming... that's a pretty good one to."
"She shouldn't be coming here... she'll catch your nasty illness. The doctor said 'no visitors.'," Mazzie casually reminded me as she adjusted her air mask.
"Oh no. She's already had it. Most of the women in her tribe get it when they have their first period. You can only get Monohepatitus-enfluenzeema Disjunctus once in your life. And gnomes can't get it at all. Do you know how hard it is to find gnomes these days? They keep a low profile but I managed to find a group of young gnome dudes that are here in Florida for spring break. They'll be here soon," I explained.
"uh huh..." Mazzie murmured and I could tell by the way she cocked her head that she was wondering if my fever had made me delirious.
Just then the doorbell rang and Mazzie leaped from the chair and landed with a padded thud in her kickass boots. She was totally blam.
"I'll get it. You stay here, sicko," she said.
Her butt looked soooo good in that bio-suit. It was like her nude body had a wrapper pulled taut around it. I wanted to peel her out of that outfit. She could keep the boots and the goggles on though. Damn... where did she keep the zipper on that suit?
I heard the girls' voices in the doorway and Mazzie invited in the jungle princess.
She was tall and dark. Her long black braids dangled over her graceful shoulders. A necklace of wicked little bones around her neck. An authentic leopard skin party dress was slipped over her long legged princess body.
Mazzie followed the Princess across the room.
"You are the man-creature who is named Ziggy Odyssey?" asked the Princess in her thick wild accent. Her long dark lashes fluttered over her warm chocolate eyes.
"Thaz me... *cough hack snort*" I squirmed on the couch.
"I am Princess Juba-ba Ju-kengi Akishah daughter of Gy-kengi Muu-Ra Akishah. My friends call me JuJu," she smiled and extended her dark slender hand, bracelets and trinkets jingling.
I pressed her cinnamon hand to my chapped lips, "It is an honor and a pleasure for you to join us this evening Princess JuJu. Could you do us the favor of showing us your womanly jungle garden paradise? *hack wheeze*"
I had been studying JuJu's tribal customs and I knew all the proper terminology to win favor with Princess JuJu-bug.
She smiled warmly and tilted her hips. She bit down on her juicy lower lip and then began to drag the edges of the jungle-cat dress up her hairy thighs. She slid the dress over her broad hips. Dark wispy hair coated her inner thighs and mounded in a great nest upon her rolling pubis. The dark hair fanned upward and made a little wispy trail over the pooch of her cute princess belly.
"mmmm..." my eyes were wide and feverish, "and the yoni treasure of honey?" I asked hopefully.