King Coral - Honey Bare

“Go ahead,” Nora urged. “Touch me if you like.

Touch me the way I’m touching you.”

With Honey’s glance locked with Nora’s, Honey’s hands came down to rest on Nora’s hips. At their touch, Nora began to sway her hips. At the same time she was moving her shoulders slightly, the tips of her breasts now brushing actively against Honey’s golden cones.

Honey seemed to melt, with her eyes half-closed her head was slowly tipping backwards, lips parted.

“Ooooh,” she sighed softly.

“Doesn’t it feel good, Honey?”

“Oh, yes,” Honey moaned.

As Nora’s arms slid around Honey and pulled the golden hips and thighs against her duskiness, Honey slumped even more. It was Nora who was holding her up now, at the same time grinding her groin against the golden nudity.

Honey was breathing fast and her breasts heaved erratically. Slowly Nora began to release her, letting her sit down onto the edge of the couch.

“There,” Nora crooned. “That’s so much better.”

Gracefully she sank to her knees, leaning forward to pry apart Honey’s knees.

Then she wriggled her torso and slid it within Honey’s opened thighs.

“Yes, it is,” Honey murmured.

“Much, much better, my darling.”

Honey had put her hands on the couch and now she was using her arms to prop herself upright. Her head was all the way back and as Nora leaned forward and nuzzled the hollow of Honey’s throat I could see the ripples shake the golden body.

“Oh, Nora,” Honey cried softly. “It’s so wonderful.”

“You’ll like this even better,” Nora promised.

Her mouth was making little erotic designs on Honey’s breasts. As she moved downward, Honey’s hips began to squirm and rotate, the golden limbs opening wider with each moment while Nora’s mouth nursed and nuzzled. Honey was shaking her shoulders and jutting out her breasts. They were pressured hard against Nora’s face, the powerful movements making them maul Nora’s nose and cheeks.

Honey had begun murmuring ecstatically, the words very soft and unintelligible.

She was on the verge of collapse as Nora moved in even closer. At the same time Nora’s head had moved downward, and her mouth was moving restlessly across Honey’s quivering stomach.

Suddenly Honey’s hands slid out from under her and she fell backwards onto the couch. Her feet were still on the floor, the knees bent over the edge of the couch and she was rocking restlessly. Nora drove in like a tigress.

“No,” Honey whispered.

I saw her hands come forward, and her fingers were digging into the mass of Nora’s hair.

“Oh, no, please,” she cried out a second time. Her hands whipped back to the couch and dug in and she tried to squirm backwards and away from Nora.

It was impossible because Nora’s fingers were socked into Honey’s golden buttocks, the fingernails clawing at the lovely skin and holding Honey in position.

“Nora,” Honey cried out. Now she was pushing herself, up until she was resting on her elbows. “No, Nora, I don’t -“ Her eyes were clenched tight and her face suddenly became contorted with passion.

“No-o-o,” she said, the sounds dying in her throat as she surrendered and let her back settle down on the couch again.

“You bitch!” I yelled, the anger clotted in my throat.

The moment I yelled, I’d hurtled through the open doorway. I was headed for Nora and I wanted to kill her. But she was quick. As I lunged for her she’d leaped to her feet like a cat and slipped out of my grasp. I was a bit off. balance. Before I could recover and go after her she’d run to the end table that held the lamp.

Her hand ripped open the drawer. Now it held a small automatic and it was pointed at my chest.

“Keep away from me!”

I was about six feet away from her. I had no desire to get closer. Her lips were tight, the teeth showing and her eyes were slitted. With the anger flickering through the slits, and the eye shadow, she was a cornered jungle cat.

“Get back!” she snarled. “Back to the doorway!”

I retreated slowly, knowing that she knew how to use the gun, and that she hoped for an excuse to shoot. Out of the corner of my eye I was able to see Honey. She was huddled up on the couch, lying on her side with her back turned to me. Her hands were covering her face.

Now that I was seeing her again I felt the fresh rush of anger heat up my face.

I was angry at myself for not baying broken it up sooner but at the very beginning I’d been carried away by the same hypnotic crooning that had captivated Honey. Also, in the beginning I’d thought that Honey went for that sort of thing. If she did, I wanted her to have her fun.

When I’d seen her resisting Nora, it had snapped me out of my trance.

Nora said, “And now I’m going to have to kill you!”

“The way you killed Sarah Leighton?”

The corners of her eyes tightened briefly. That was Nora’s only reaction. Then she said, “Not quite. I didn’t kill her with a gun.”

“Why did you do it, Nora?”

Her eyes widened now and they’d taken on a glazed look. With the mass of dark hair framing her face, she gave the appearance of a crazed animal.

“Because she caused everything. She shouldn’t have divorced Lee. When she did that, she freed him.

And what did he do? He married Bonnie. I loved Bonnie! And then he took her away from me! Everything would have been all right if he’d have still been married to Sarah. Then he wouldn’t have been able to marry again. He couldn’t have married Bonnie and taken her away from me. Now do you see?”

It was screwy, but when I studied her face, it made a lot of sense. The old love between Nora and Bonnie was a surprise. I guessed that was the way Nora had gotten to Honey. Through her sister, Bonnie. Honey and Bonnie.

The was the same two names the two guys had warned me about. Honey and Bonnie.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Honey stirring about. Now she swung her long golden legs over the edge of the couch and sat up. She was staring at Nora who was right in front of her.

I said, “So you hired the two guys to beat me up.”

She laughed huskily. “Of course. I saw you going up to the apartment with Honey. I couldn’t have that. She’s my love.”

Nora swung her head around so that she could smile at Honey. “Aren’t you, my darling?”

I shifted my foot, hoping to catch her off-guard but the muzzle was still fixed on rite. Her eyes were cold as she looked at me again. “Tell him, Honey,” she purred. “Tell him that you’re my love.”

“I love you, Nora,” Honey said tenderly. She got to her feet.

My heart dropped. Like a chunk of lead it felt now, cold and without emotion. I couldn’t believe it. I felt like an idiot for breaking it up.

“You see?” Nora gloated happily. “Honey,” she said, “come over here by me. I’ll protect you. Now, and after we kill him.”

“Yes, Nora,” Honey said obediently.

As though she were still in a daze Honey walked over to Nora and then she stopped beside her. “May I kill him, darling?”

“No!” Nora said. “I want that pleasure. No one will ever know who killed him.

They’ll never find him. Never will they -“

The movement was so quick that Honey’s arm was a golden blur. One moment it had been hanging slack at her side. The next second her forearm had cracked against the lower part of Nora’s forearm. It was very unprofessional.

But the gun flipped out of Nora’s hand and sailed through the air I dove for it and I caught it before it hit the floor. I jumped to my feet. The fight had already started.

Two beautiful naked women were on the floor, tearing at each other’s hair, pummeling with their fists, scratching with their fingernails and toenails.