King Coral - Honey Bare

As I flung my shirt aside she moved towards me again. I managed to get my slacks unbuttoned before she stopped in front of me; and now as I reached out and let my hands stroke the insides and outsides of each thigh in turn, I could feel myself beginning to tremble.

With a choked cry, she staggered a few steps away from me. The palms of her hands were pressed tightly against her skin and she began to rub herself roughly, mauling the hard and jutting breasts. As if hypnotized by her own actions her head dropped forward so that she could watch them. Then she slid her hands down the flatness of her stomach, angling them into the juncture of her thighs.

She was swaying and writhing like a willow caught in the gale, with happy little sounds bubbling in her throat as her hands massaged and caressed her groin. She ignored me completely. I got to my feet, rapidly getting out of the rest of my clothes. When I was as nude as Honey, she came towards me.

The hair had spilled across her cheeks and she was looking at me through slitted lashes. The muscles at the sides of her neck were taut. She made a tantalizing approach, pausing -often to shrug her shoulders so that the tips of her breasts were stroked by the strands of her hair. Then she seductively rubbed her silken thighs together.

Finally she was near enough to reach and my hands came forward, cupping her hot hips. She was still teasing, moving backwards again – just out of reach. I leaned forward touching the front of her lightly, letting my hands caress the flatness of her stomach. She began fidgeting and squirming luxuriously, as one of my hands rested on her hip, the other caressing the spot the patch had covered.

The moment I touched her there I felt the shiver that rippled through her lithe body. As her shoulders shot back, her groin shot forward and she offered herself to me completely. Gone was the tantalizing and the teasing. Now she was pushing herself hard against my hand and I loved the feel of her heated moistness, the smooth-shaven silken skin jammed against my fingers.

“Oh, Lincoln,” she murmured, “That feels so good. Make me feel good all over.”

She was bent backwards in a slight arc, offering herself to me while I stroked her. Then it must have been too much because she leaned further backwards so she could shove herself harder against my hand.

I slipped my hand out and put both my arms around her waist, hands at the small of her back. I had to brace myself to hold her upright, ramming the bottom part of me against the bottom part of her. With her shoulders swaying uncontrollably she mauled her femininity against me, the heat and wetness flaring the fires in my loins.

Vaguely I found myself appreciating the fact that she was tall because her heavy thrusting breasts were now only inches away from my face. The nipples swayed erratically from side to side, resembling fresh cherries waiting for the bite of sharp teeth.

But I didn’t bite them. Instead I caressed them with my tongue and lips, moving from one to the other. I was making contact with them whenever she moved them into my reach. Eventually she swayed and moved them less, arching her back; and shoving her chest out. All sideways movement had stopped.

“That’s it!” she cried out. “Take them, take me-”

She didn’t finish because I’d bitten the left one, finding it hot and rock-hard. I knew I had hurt her but the second I’d released it, she swung herself around and offered me the other one.

“Again!” she begged. “The same, the-”

She gurgled ecstatically as I nipped it the same way. Then I pulled my face away from her, and holding her tightly against me, swung her around and dumped her onto the couch.

The moment she hit she became a five pointed star with her arms and legs spread out, waiting for my arrival. I didn’t rush it. I came forward slowly, walking in between her restless legs until the front of my legs were pressed against the edge of the-couch. Her legs were lovely tentacles that slithered up and down my thighs, rubbing roughly, trying to fasten about me and pull me down on her.

It took a lot of will power but I stalled a moment so that I could look down and relish every part of her. The mass of honey-colored hair spilled about her face and her magnificent breasts were gorgeous candy mountains begging for attention. Her hips twitched, surging and rocking around on the couch; and her joy was a pulsating and moist invitation that I couldn’t ignore.

“Lincoln,” she was panting, “please. I’m yours. Take me! Hurt me! And do it now!”

“Sure, Honey.”

Her elbows were digging into the couch, trying to hoist herself upright.

“You’re lovely, Honey,” I said.

“But I’m so hot! I can’t stand it! Don’t make me wait!”

I didn’t make her wait. I just leaned forward and then sort of let my hands glide along the silken and moist texture of her thighs until my hands had reached her hips.

She was wiggling herself across the couch, moving herself toward me, whimpering incoherently, and shoving her hungriness towards me, lifting herself so that everything would be easier.

It was so easy. When she slid towards me, I slid towards her – and then we slid into each other. She was steaming, burning, and completely out of control.

I tried to hold her up by her hips but she had suddenly turned into a furiously hungry animal that needed to be appeased. I let her down and then I dove forward onto her, at the same time letting my weight drive into her, slamming against her so violently that I hoped I hadn’t hurt her. I hadn’t!

She enclosed me with her arms and legs and I was deep within the honey pot, immediately feeling the intense heat that flamed about me and throbbed spasmodically.

I wanted to catch her mouth with mine but she was whipping her head from side to side, groaning ecstatically, briefly motionless down below. Then the action began again. I tried to nurse at her wonderful breasts. I wanted to sink my teeth into the throbbing hardness of her nipples; but they resembled swirling and whirling clusters of ripe cherries lashed by a hurricane.

It seemed as though a gale was roaring against my eardrums; and I was clutching tightly to her, finding that I wasn’t able to keep up with her wild movements.

I powered against her and tried to match her violence and passion.

The moment she’d gushed the second time I finally became the master. The seething honey had shattered the pot and spilled itself all over me. It was all over the world. It was everywhere.

I flung myself at her, driving repeatedly into the luxurious and flaming core.

Now there was no more reason or thought, because everything was automatic.

There were the hammering and powerful thrusts which became more violent and faster. I was deep inside. I was enveloped with honey. I was coated with it and every second its heat and ecstasy became more unbearable. It was Saturday night – and I was with Honey. With Honey. Honey, Honey, Honey.

“Honey!”

The golden chasm jolted and convulsed and then shot up to envelop me completely. I welcomed it eagerly as I thundered into its very depths, where the heat and the passion was most savage.

Deep within I found what I wanted and needed; and then I was helpless and content, caught willingly in the raptures that were far more exciting than I’d ever expected.

After a while, when our passions had somewhat dissipated, we ‘came back and snuggled together on the couch. Automatically, it seemed, as we were lying on our sides with out bodies pressed together, our lips meeting.

Our kisses were lingering and affectionate, yet stimulating because our lips were still highly sensitive. We played around, kissing lightly, our tongues caressing each other. Then her lush breasts probed against my chest, lovely cushions – so soft and heated, the tips strangely hard.