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Honey Girl, Part Two
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Honey Girl Part 2
"Buzz, please don't, I'm to be married, doesn't that mean anything to
you?"
"Everything," he said hoarsely. "But what about what we meant to each
other."
"We have to forget that Darling!"
"Can we? Listen, baby, we were just kids before that Indian maid got
hold of us...you think mayby it ain't there anymore, but Sweet Sis it sure is.
The minute I met you downstairs and held you I smelled your sleepy body fresh
out of bed, and I started wanting you again, I started right then getting a
big hard-on for you!"
"No Buzz, No, you mustn't talk like that."
"Why not? I want to fuck you Honey Girl."
That Honey Girl again, "Oh, God no Buzz, let me go!" It had been, or seemed
such a long time since she had heard this kind of language...the Indian maid
with her and Buzz at thier grandfather's place out west...and her life since
then had seemed so alien and protected. It all seemed so strange, as though
she were another person, and yet she felt a tug of nostalgia.
"I want to fuck you more than I ever wanted to fuck another girl, and
I'm going to...you can raise a fuss to high heaven, Mom And Dad can come down
on us, your boyfriend, everybody, everything-I'll shout it out, you're mine
Hony Girl. Christ, I never realized it untill I saw you again."
She realized that he meant every word he said, to protect him as well
as herself she should try to placate him and hope she could persuade him from
any action that would doom them all. She thought of a book she had read in
college, by Jane Eire, she couldn't remember the title but it was set in a
stormy region of England, and the chief charactor was an intense, violent
male...Buzz seemed to her like that now.
"Have you learned anything new since we last saw each other?" he
asked.
"No..." she said.
"Well, I have. Look, Sweetheart, turn around for me, let me see you,
let me see how you've developed from girl to debutante."
"I must lock the door she said," she said.
"Don't run away," he warned.
"I won't, Buzz." Where could she run?
The natural provacativeness of her walk to the door was something she
could scarcely avoid, but it drew a hiss of pleasure out of Buzz. "Christ,
what a pretty ass." And as she returned most of the panic seemed to have left
her. She felt she must accept the inevitable. Buzz caressed her arm as he
pulled her to him again and her skin tingled, she seemed to become aware of
him and his rugged handsomeness...she saw the rigid state of his penis in his
shorts, and against her will she thrilled that she could do this to him; then
a wave of shame flushed her face; she closed her eyes, saying to herself, We
must stop this, we are grown up now; I'm to be married tomorrow; please God,
don't let this happen. She stood close between his knees as he sat on the bed
and his arms went around her. He pressed his face between her silken, lace-
confined breasts and moaned. At the same time his hands caressed down behind
her and squeezed her fine buttocks. She felt giddy and wanted to bring her
hands up to rumple his hair, as a stranger lover, but no..."Please Buzz,
don't," she whimpered. And he breathed; "you still love me?" "Yes I do but
Darling..."
From then on her protests became weaker, as though some kind of swoon
of sweet rememberance, her brother, thier first youth and awakening together,
the Indian maid...She became excited as his hand moved over the swell of her
mound, and she felt the moisture rise in her cunt, she threw her head back in
a spasm of mad emotion as he lowered the elastic band of her panties just
enough to permit himself to kiss the edge of her silken hair. He wanted to go
further, but in said said to her:
"Kneel down here." She obeyed him. "Take it out," he commanded. The
Indian maid had done this.
Still in her swoon of yielding she unbuttoned his shorts and his huge
hard prick popped out at her like a jack-in-the-box surprise. Oh God, she
could not help thinking, he has developed-remembering the state of his small
hard prong of a few years ago. It almost frightened her, but as she was doing
this he reached behind her and unfastened her bra, released her breasts free
and lovely to his hands, he caressed them and gently squeezed the nipples. His
sister gave an anguished moan and felt her flow increase between her thighs.
"Honey Girl," he sais, Yes, Yes, Honey Girl. Oh, my God.
"You remember?" he asked.
"Yes..."
"Then do me, suck it for me baby."
Sanity returned to her for just a moment. "No, Buzz, no!"
He grabbed her by the hair of the head and pressed her face down into
the hair of his loins, his cock standing up straight by her cheek and ear. She
was dizzied for the moment and almost fainted by the man smell of him, his
sweat and sex smell gave rise to the desire in her, but she still fought
against it, she whimpered, and with his hands still wrapped in her hair he
brought her head back and, with one hand holding his cock, he pressed her
mouth to the head of it, saying: "Suck it, Honey Girl," but she still
resisted. Her lips and teeth and eyes locked against it. And yet it was a
losing battle for her, against her brother's persistence, against her own
sensations and her dormant desires: This was not a young boy's cock anymore,
but a big strong man's cock; she felt feint with the realization of it. For
the first time in her life she had the tangy taste of it between her lips,
together with the masculine smell of him-her stomach and her conscience want-
ed to revolt, but only against a stronger desire within her. The feel of
Buzz's prick at her lips, the spongy glans of it's head pressing against her
teeth, as he kept waggling it back and forth, coaxing her to open her mouth
and take it in, became too much for her-all of her conscience, all of her
realization that she was to be married tomorrow to a man she loved seemed to
evaporate in that interval.
Her lips parted, her teeth parted to allow her moist red tongue to
dart out and lick the moist spongy glans, the tangy, salty taste of his sex
became delicious on her tongue. She licked further around it's swollen head.
This seemed to drive Buzz frantic, he groaned and gripped her head tighter
while he lunged upward, filling her mouth with his prick. But at once he
realized his error, he should give her head. He murmered something and she
smiled to herself. She brought her lips back to the soft bulbous head of his
cock and gave it a gentle suck, she tasted more of his male juices and her
head was spinning with the delight-she sucked more on the smooth knob. Then
as though guided instinctivly by something outside of herself, by wisdom as
old as Eve sucking Adam, to give her complete psycological depth and control,
she licked down the length of his prick to his balls, holding his big hard
cock in one hand, she licked up and down his sperm tube, thinking Oh my God,
how am I going to take all of this lovely prick, yet knowing she must, knowing
she wanted it. She brought her lips and tongue back to the head, his cock had
swollen and hardened, the glans expanded, it seemed to fill her mouth. She
senses her brother's self control, his hands still wrapped in her hair-he sat
there on the edge of the bed, seeing and feeling her mouthing his cock, saying
all kinds of things: "Oh, suck it Baby, suck your brother's cock, suck it
good."
All of her moral conscience had vanished, she concentrated only on the
taste, smell, and touch and sensation of sucking his cock. His cockhead
seemed so huge, it over-rode her tongue and crowded against the roof of her
mouth, she became almost fearful of it, but her desire was greater than her
fear, and as her tongue licked over it, she swallowed frequently, the flavor
of his penis merged with her own saliva, and his penis was washed quite
thoroughly by her tongue-all this taste from him, together with the male scent
from his balls and his crotch, made her ready, made her almost mad with desire
to have him ram it down her throat.
And he did, he shoved it upward into her mouth as he held her head in
his hands, she had no more control over him, or his prick. He shoved it to
the back of her throat and with a wild cry he began fucking her mouth as
though she were astride him and he was lunging upward into her cunt. "Oh,
take it all Baby, suck it good, Oh how I love to fuck your luscious mouth!
The sight of her lovely head bobbing up and down over his huge hard cock, of
her sweet red lips rolling moistly over the swollen head, over the spongy
glans, and down almost over it's full length, taking it down into the opening
of her throat, until her nose nestled in the hair of his loins giving her the
headiest oder of his crotch and balls. She wanted to take it all, she sucked
avidly. Buzz was almost overcome by the sensation, he wanted to spew his
great load of jism into her mouth and throat. But he asserted marvelous self
control, for it was more than a quick blow-job he wanted from his sister, he
wanted complete sexual domination of her, and the first phase of it was com-
pleted...she, on her knees before him, sucking his prick and wanting it.
What could she deny him now? So, just at the point where he felt he could not
hold off any longer, he stopped her. He held her head in his hands and pulled
out of her, his cock came out of her mouth, out of her succulent lips with a
soft pop. She looked up at him questioningly, glassy-eyed. Such a sweet
appeal of one having something precious taken away from her. Still holding
her lovely head between his hands, he smiled and bent to kiss her mouth.
Thier tongues intermingled in a long kiss, then he explained, "I want to do
you Sis."
"Do me?" she asked uncertainly.
"Yes, we'll do each other but first-"he lifted her to her feet.
"...We've got to get out of these things." He pulled off his shorts and under
shirt. "Now you get out of those panties, Honey Girl." For a moment it
looked as though she would be stubborn again, she had regained some of her
senses and remembered again her wedding tomorrow, she felt a wave of shame for
what she had just done-she stared at his cock still standing out hard and
proud, and her whole body flushed in mad confusion, she felt revulsion for her
own wanton desire, wanting his cock in her mouth again. In spite of all these
things she was reticent about removing her last shred of clothing! Strange
modesty. But her breasts were already bare, and when he commanded, "Turn your
back to me and take them off," she obeyed. She pulled the elastic band down
over her hips and bent to lift her legs one by one, removing the sheer panties
as he said, "I want to see your beautiful ass...Oh, God-dammit Sis, you sure
are stacked." The dual conflict was still with her, what she had just done,
what she was doing now, and with her own brother, cast against her wedding
tomorrow, and all her plans and dreams proceding it, shame and sensation
merged. She knew that she had a lovely shape, so many things had assured her
of that, and it excited her to realize the affect of her nudity on Buzz. The
terrible thing about it, to her state of mind, was that nobody, not even her
husband-to-be, had ever stirred her as her own brother was doing, for she
would let no one touch her. Perhaps those childhood days, the Indian girl...
She felt Buzz close behind her. His arms came around her and he
pulled her back against him. The nakedness of thier flesh came together as
one as he kissed her hair, her throat, her shoulder. His hands came gently
around her smooth white belly and moved upward, caressing her breasts, cupping
them, as his fingertips tenderly squeezed the small red nipples. A sigh
escaped her, and with eyes closed she threw her head backward onto his
shoulder, her hair cascaded softly and was like a nest for her pale, stricken
face. "Oh, Buzz, Darling, is there nothing I can do to stop you," she
pleaded, "Won't you think of what this means to me?" "Nothing," he breathed
mercilessly, "and I am thinking of you."
Oh, but my God, she cried inwardly, did she really want him to stop?
He turned his head slightly to kiss the corner of her tremulous lips.
His big hard rod stuck up between them, along the anal zone, he shifted
position and pressed it between her warm haunches and the head of it pressed
against the lower flesh of her vagina. She quivered all over. The nipples of
her breasts hardened and enlarged. His kisses, his caresses, and the position
of his cock made her moan and she felt more wanton than ever.
He led her to the bed and pressed her down upon it.
To be continued.
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