Roland DeForrest - The Erotic Quest of Dirk and Honey

“But he’s a Yankee.”

“So am I. And I’m here to help you.”

Speechlessly the girl stared, as if trying to absorb the astonishing news. Honey continued softly, not knowing how much time they had alone, “Are you being held against your will?”

“Yes… yes…”

“Have you tried to get away?”

“At first. But as you see, I’m watched continually.”

“Would you let me help you escape?”

“Yes, of course, but how?”

“Leave that to me,” Honey replied gently. “Just promise you won’t let on to Henri or the guards that I am not what I seem. Or that we’re planning something.”

Kolina nodded energetically, then dropped flat on the bench, her pert young breasts already filmed with perspiration. “How do I know this isn’t another of Henri’s tricks?” she complained, staring at the ceiling. “He’s always pulling things like this.”

Honey placed a friendly hand on the girl’s flat stomach. “I swear to you, I am your friend. I will do everything in my power to help. You must believe me. We may not get another chance to be alone.”

The girl rolled her head, her large blue eyes searching Honey’s with almost desperate urgency. “I want to believe… truly I do…”

Honey could not resist the temptation any longer. She leaned into the enchanting face and kissed Kolina softly on the lips. She heard a sharp intake of air from the girl, and then felt her slender arms encircling her. “Sweet Kolina,” she murmured into the girl’s moist neck. “I love you…”

“And I you,” Kolina whispered passionately. “What’s your real name?”

“For now, it’s better that you don’t know. You might mistakenly call me by it.”

“I understand,” Kolina said firmly, and rubbed her hardening nipples against Honey’s already inflamed ones. “I want to make love to you,” she panted into Honey’s ear.

“And I to you… but we’d be taking a great risk. Henri or the guard-” Her words were cut off by the sweet young mouth on hers. For a long while their kisses grew in intensity, their tongues snaking in and out of each other’s bodies with their hands, slicking the thin film of sweat from firm breasts and tender thighs. It took Honey little time to realize the girl was more than knowledgeable in all areas of lovemaking, for Kolina’s movements and responses were assured and experienced. That only increased Honey’s ardor for the sweet young thing. Throwing caution to the hot, dry air surrounding them, Honey willingly followed the girl’s expert lead. Their knees pressed up between damp thighs, pushing into the tender flesh of their crotches.

Though the temperature inside the cedar-lined sauna was already extreme, it did not begin to match Honey’s internal heat. The long, lonely nights of total abstinence had left her like dry tinder, ready to explode at the slightest spark. And now the enchanting, almost mystical beauty of the virginal-appearing young woman in her arms, combined with the girl’s expertise and firm, pliant flesh, set her off into spasms of incandescent bliss. Kolina’s nipples in her mouth tasted like candy, and her skin was so smooth it seemed polished by thousands of worshipping hands. As Honey trailed her tongue down the soft curves of the healthy young breasts, Kolina’s sweat-filmed skin tasted both salty and sweet.

As the girl traced her fingers over Honey’s bounteous breasts, Honey, in turn, maneuvered herself around to bring her face down to the damp mat of blonde hair. She licked the pretty little navel, then worked her way down through the sparse blond hair and between the girl’s pristine thighs. She was concentrating so hard on the contrasting texture of fair skin and fair hair that she was startled when Kolina darted a deft tongue deep into her wet slice. Honey moaned and, with her hands, spread the girl open even further. Like a fresh peach, juicy and sweet, pink and dripping, Kolina’s cunt looked heavenly. There was a delicacy about the coloring, a perfect symmetry to the two halves, a girlish ruffle to the ridges. Honey parted the outer lips with her fingers and stared down into the lovely inner pair, undulating and waving at her like a welcoming flower of dewy flesh. Eager to taste the hidden delights, Honey lowered her tongue and, making a cone of its tip, dipped into the succulent, swollen trove. It was like diving into a jar of strawberry preserves, sweet and satisfying.

As Kolina worked her own tongue deep into her teacher’s honeypot, Honey’s tongue sliced into the trough of tender flesh. With the girl flat under her, Honey, on her knees, bounced up and down on Kolina’s stiff tongue, perfectly placed on the exact center of her most sensitive spot. Kolina’s clitoris was a tiny nub of firmness in the fleshy folds. Perspiration rolled off them like a tropical shower, pooling on Kolina, making her as slippery as an eel. She writhed and twisted under Honey, and moaned, squealing softly, but she never missed a stroke with her talented tongue.

Buried to her ears, Honey slapped her heavy breasts down on the girl’s belly, her hard nipples raking the slippery skin like metal prongs. Inside, she was a pyrotechnical display, fireworks bursting with ever-increasing brilliance of color and design, heat and desire. Showers of sparks flew outward to every pore of her inflamed skin; the very soles of her feet seemed afire. The conflagration intensified, the hot, dry air burning her nostrils and scorching her throat with each gasping lungful. The moment of truth approached with the suddenness of a desert storm. Lightning flashed and cracked before her eyes and struck deep within her valley of love. She crammed her exploding cunt down onto the upturned mouth and lost herself in the blessed relief of the lengthy thundershowers that flooded down her delta of lust. Almost at once, Kolina erupted with her own bursts of passion, and Honey, overjoyed at the mutual climax, collapsed on the firm flesh. They melted into one another and rode out the delicious aftershocks.

Not long afterwards the pair emerged from the dressing room, fully dressed and demurely proper. The guard glared at them, growling his displeasure at the length of their stay. Kolina breezed past him with her pert nose in the air. “I was conjugating a very difficult verb,” she told him and, with a sidelong wink at Honey, pranced down the hall.

Honey watched her tight young buttocks twitch out of sight. Still reeling from the magnificent release, she smiled sweetly at the guard and gave him a small shrug of remorse for keeping the girl so long at her studies. Moving after her pupil, Honey realized that she was hooked all the more on the beautiful girl. Now, more than ever, she was committed to helping Kolina escape. Even if it meant risking her own life.

Consumed by the double loss of his sister and Kolina, Dirk had frantically attempted to locate the missing duo in Hong Kong, only to be informed that Henri Bouscaral’s private jet had departed for parts unknown. Plagued with guilt for having placed Honey in jeopardy, he had to hang about the luxurious Shangri-La Hotel, hoping that she would contact him there.

Anxiously he had waited for an entire week, rarely venturing out for fear he would miss word from her. Each day dragged by tediously. He did not shave for the whole period, and ate little; booze offered no consolation, nor did the wide variety of drugs available on the black market, or even the beautiful Oriental call girls whom he occasionally had sent to his suite. Usually, fucking would take his mind off anything-but not this time. Even when he was in the lusty saddle of some exotic Chinese whore, his mind dwelled on his own part in placing Honey in danger.

At the end of the maddeningly frustrating, draining week, Dirk gave up. After leaving explicit instructions with the hotel management on how to track him down if word from Honey did arrive, he flew to Paris to locate Honey’s old school chum, Disa Dichter, whom he had not been able to reach by phone or cable. He had hopes she would have an idea where Bouscaral might be. Once in Paris, he was further disappointed to learn that Disa was not in the city; she had flown to Alaska with her new beau, a Canadian timber baron. Dirk set off at once for Alaska.