Shake the Bee Booty

Shake the Bee Booty.

              Monica smiled as she sat on the couch.  “I can’t believe you wanted me to spend the night.”  She giggled.  “It has been ages.”

              “Yes, it has.”  Heather put her hand on Monica’s shoulder.  “I have just been waiting for the perfect time to ask you over.  I mean, after last year’s festivities and all, I wasn’t going to ask you back until we could find a way to make your next visit special.”

              Monica giggled.  “You didn’t have to go to any kind of trouble.  Just hanging out with an old friend is good enough for me.”  She took a sip of her drink.  “Though I have to ask.  What is in this?  It has a delightful flavor.  Almost like honey.”

              “Well, that is because there is a mixture of honey in there.  A very special mixture.”  Heather stood up, her smile never leaving her face.  “Now, please enjoy the rest of your drink.  I have to check on dinner.”  She turned around.  “I will be right back.”  Heather walked out of the room.

              Monica snorted.  “Heather has been a bit odd today.  This is the first time she has let me out of her sight.”  She shrugged.  “I don’t get her.  We haven’t seen each other for almost a year.  It is like she was avoiding me or ghosting me.  And now, out of the blue, she seems like she can’t get enough of me.  Mhmmm.”  Monica licked her lips.  “I do love this little honey-flavored concoction she made for me, though.  I will have to get the recipe sometime.”

              As she finished her drink, Monica felt a strange tingle in her breasts, as if her nipples were fluttering around on their own.  “Ughh.”  Her right hand slammed against her chest.  “That is strange.”  Her cheeks turned bright red.  “I. . . to say I feel odd would be an understatement.  Ohhhhhhhhhh!”  She gasped as some strange, hot liquid dripped from her nipples.  “Oh fuck. . .”  She tried to pull her shirt away.  “My nipples. . . they are stuck!”

              As she tried to yank her shirt away, her chest seemed to inflate, her boobs swelling by the second, inch by inch.  “Oh god. . .”  Monica panted, her hand on the side of the couch.  “Oh, fucking hell, what is happening to me.”  More hot, sticky goo dripped out of her hard, raw nipples.  “It. . . just won’t stop coming.  I. . . ohhh fuck. . . I. . . ohhh god!”  With one mighty yank, she ripped off her shirt, her voluptuous boobs bouncing against one another.  ‘Oh my god!”  Monica gasped as she noticed streams of honey dripping from her breasts.  “What in the world is happening to me?”  She panted, her face red as a cherry.  “Oh god. . . it feels so fucking good.”  Her free hand rubbed the side of her tender breasts.  “Ohhhh fuck. . .”  More honey squirted out from her boobs.

              “My, my.  It seems my little honey girl is starting to come out and play.”  Heather walked back into the room and clapped.  “Now, my dear, I hope you are having fun.”

              Monica moaned as she stood up, honey dripping from her tender breasts and onto the floor.  “Is this why you suddenly wanted me to come over?  So I would. . . ohhhhh.”  Her hand fell to her groin, slowly rubbing her waistline and hips.  “Oh god.  I feel so fucking good.”  She thrust her butt back and forth.

              “Hmm.  Do you want to share something with the class?”

              Monica took a deep breath.  “My ass. . .it feels so wonderful.  So funny.”  Her hand rubbed her rear end up and down, slowly working her pants off her body.  “Oh god.  Just. . . just. . . fuck!”  She squeezed her tender and squishy butt, her fingers pressing against her skin.  “Ohhhh, yes.  Yes!”  She licked her lips as she felt her ass swell, pressing against her hands.  It felt so. . . wonderful.  More and more honey dripped from her breasts.  Her hips were swelling, too, becoming thicker and more sumptuous.

              Heather took a step forward, her hand rubbing Monica’s arm.  “Really?  Is this all you have to offer me?”

              Monica shuddered as she felt a growing pressure in her ass.  “I. . . ohhh. . . fuck!”

              “Yes.  Let it out.  You know you want to.”  She whispered in Monica’s ear.  “Buzz buzz for me.”

              Monica fell onto the ground as her ass slowly pushed outward, growing bigger and bigger by the second.  “Ohhhh fuck.”  It slowly became long and pointy, like a giant bee.  In fact, black and yellow strips slowly formed along with a sharp stinger.  “Ohhh fuck!”  She moaned.  “Oh god!  Ohhh fuck!”  She swung her bee butt around, sliding it around on the ground.  “Oh god, I just. . . so hot.  So much honey.”

              Heather giggled.  “Yes, you are a wonderful little bee, aren’t you?  Ready to make so much honey for the hive?”  Heather pushed her to the ground, Monica’s bee ass sliding backward.  “All that so you can make me some lovely honey.”

              “Ohh, yes.”  Hot, lovely, goopy liquid oozed out of Monica’s raw, hard nipples.  “I will do whatever you want!  Buzz buzz.”

              Heather kissed Monica.  “Good.  Because a lovely bee like you.  I want you to make some lovely nectar for me.”  She squeezed Monica’s right, supple breast, dipping her finger in Monica’s juices.  “I want you to. . .”  She bent down and licked the honey right off of Monica’s breast.  “Make me so. . . very. . .”  Heather moaned her own ass tingling.  “Ohhh, you taste wonderful.”  Her rear end jiggled about, pressing tightly against her pants.  “Fuck!”

              Monica moaned.  “Oh god.”  Her eyes rolled into their sockets as Heather continued to lick her lovely juices off her voluptuous chest.  “I will. . . buzz, buzz for you all day long.  I will be your naughty honey girl.”

              “No.”  Heather moaned, her chest slowly swelling.  “You are no mere girl.”  She panted as her bouse tightened, her boobs growing to a D-cup.  “You are the honey queen.”  Heather’s finger slid into Monica’s love hole as her glorious, sweaty breasts burst free in a shower of buttons.  “Oh god.  I just. . . want to feel them against your sticky skin.”  Heather pressed her body against Monica’s, licking the side of her friend’s neck.  “Can you feel it, my queen?  Can you feel my love?  My passion!”  Her finger sunk deeper into Monia’s wet pussy.

              “Oh yes.  Your queen is happy.”  Long iridescent wings extended out of Monica’s back as her hands wrapped around Heather, caressing her back and her hard, warm breasts.  “You are making your queen very, very happy.”  Monica’s wings fluttered about as Heather rubbed her head in between her breasts.  “Such a wonderful drone you are!  Oh yes.  Such a dirty little drone.”

              “Yes, I am!”  She squeezed Monia’s squishy booty.  “Just here to pleasure my queen!”

              Monica’s wings beat faster until she was flying, her long, round, slender bee ass swaying back and forth.  “Ohh fuck!”  She moaned as they drifted back and forth.  “It’s. . . so. . .”

              Heather giggled, slapping Moncia’s bee booty as she pressed her hard, sumptuous nipples against her queen’s chest.  “Shake your honey maker, my queen!  Ohh, yes!”  She kissed Monica, her own milk dripping down onto the floor.  The two girls moaned as they flew higher and higher until Monica bonked against the ceiling, and they fell to the floor, landing on Heather’s back in a sweaty, sticky embrace.  Only moaning was heard through their sticky thrusting, their bodies becoming wetter by the second.

              “Ohhhhhhh yesssssssss!”  A mixture of honey and her own juices dripped from Monica’s love hole as she finally fell to the side, satisfied.  “That. . . was. . .”  Her wings beat rapidly.  “That was amazing!”

              “I knew you would love it.”  Heather kissed her.  “Now, my queen.  How do you feel about staying this way?”

              “Huh?”  She blushed.  “But. . . how will I do my job and such?”

              Heather looked Monica up and down.  “Oh, I am sure you will manage just fine.”