Horny- Honey Bee

Buzz.

Buzz buzz.

Buzzz buzzz.

I swear its like she can talk with them. As the Louisiana sun just begins to peek out over the broad shouldered oaks, I find myself with coffee in mug and barely a hint of boxers on my waist on the porch chair; watching as my wife tends to her swarm of honey bees. Now, when out here in the Louisiana bayous, all by your lonesome, it could seem fair that we decided to embrace the nudist lifestyle, but that's different when your wife tends to the bees whilst naked. Like I wouldn't mind being a bee and getting that huge eye full of her plump breasts, chocolate-dark nipples, and her ass at all times, but then again, that's not really the situation. However, those people may be slightly reassured by the fact that she is a bee herself.

Yes, my friends, I had the sweet fortune to have been blessed with a brown haired, blue-eyed honeybee girl. Now, from my vantage point, I can see her gently wiggle her ass from underneath her bee abdomen, her wings making brief buzzings at the little workers. That's what I mean by 'talking', she can make little buzzing sounds with her wings and flick her little antenna, telling them what she is doing and how they were to behave.

Their Queen.

Now, I don't know about those bees, but I would like to think I'm on top of my Queen's love list. I slide off the wooden chair and saunter on over down the cobblestone pathway up behind her. She jumped when I just barely rubbed against her back, avoiding her smooth bee-hind, "Jesus, darlin'! Don't scare me! One false move and these guys could attack you."

I wind my arms around her slightly pudgy stomach, which let me say, added much to her over all beauty, and brushed the warm much against the underside of her buxom breasts, "Sweetie bee, remind me to never get on yer bad side."

She laid a honey tray on a set of iron prongs attached to the hive box, and took a sip of my coffee. Looking over her shoulder, I find that the warm cup against her skin made her nips stand erect like a set of cattails.

"Yah know, this year I might get a lot of good honey. We could give it to them folks at the hardware store up town, you know, as thanks for helpin' us all the time?"

"You know what? That sounds like a good idea."

She turns and nuzzles her cheek against mine, her lips so close and hinted with the smell of french vanilla, "But...what will we do with the honey we have now?"

My free left hand sinks down and tickles the brush of hair on her mound, "I can think of quite a few things."

The way her blue eyes just lit up like fire, I had a hard on by the time she had turned to place the tray back in the hive box and put the metal top back over it. She spun around and pulled me along back up the porch, fluttering on her wings alone.

"Come one! Come on!"

"Good lord, Kimmie! I haven't even recuperated from last night!"

"Oh hush, you could go all day if you wanted!"

We made it onto the front porch before I leapt and took her to the floor with me, giggling and rolling over onto my back with her over top of me and smooching all over my lips. "You <smooch> Know tha <smooch> goin all day <smooch> Sounds <smooch> really good."

I back-crawl my way past the doorway and collapse again just past the threshold, falling into her massive kiss and gripping tightly her stout ass cheeks, driving out a low 'coo' from the side of her pinkish lips. The hairs of her mound run against the underside of my shaft, already beginning to leak out her own nectar. Those cattail nips are infectious, as the start to drive mine up the same way, pressing and touching tip to tip with hers.

After what seconds felt like an eternity, Kimmie pulled away, a thick bridge of saliva trailed down my tongue and a coy cat like smile spread across her face. " Bed. Now."

Before I had time to take in those two words, she sprang up off of me and buzzed herself up the white wood steps, wiggling that nice ass on her way up. I scramble to my feet about to ascend the stairs, but hastily run to the kitchen and grab the almost-forgotten honey and spoon.