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Subject: {ASSM} Sunflower Alley: I Love Honey Bee
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I Love Honey Bee 
(c) 1998-1999 by R.A. Mendoza
     

The guys are joking about Calvin. Calvin is a nice kid from Arkansas; 
he is easy to talk to, easy to like; he is friendly, enthusiastic 
about life and he treats everyone with respect. However, Calvin has a 
personal style that makes it easy for some to make fun of him.      

No one tells Calvin to his face that he shouldn't have gone sixty-nine 
with Honey Bee. Truth is, Calvin told the story about himself, admitted 
that he'd really done it. He's guileless, so honest, he doesn't realize 
that going down on Honey Bee is not something you should brag about 
to a group of young men. When Calvin's around, everybody laughs 
about it, with him, including me. But when Calvin's not around, the 
guys make jokes about him. Not wanting to appear to be a guy that 
would think about eating the pussy of a woman who has sucked off 
twenty thousand guys, I joke about Calvin, too.     

But, despite hearing that story, and laughing along with everyone, I 
secretly envy Calvin. I admire him for not going along with the crowd; 
I respect him for doing what he wanted to do. Hearing what Calvin has 
done with Honey Bee excites me. Has he no shame? I want to do it 
too.     

My old friend Duke once told me that he wanted to marry a whore. 
Most everyone I've ever known has always said the opposite, that they 
wanted to marry a virgin. They'd say stuff like, "I don't want a girl 
another guy has broken in; I want to train her myself, I want to be 
the only guy she's ever done it with."      

I tried to persuade Duke that a "good girl" was better than a whore. 
You could cultivate a good girl, I told Duke, teach her what you want. 
Most important, you'd know for sure, with a good girl, that you 
weren't inheriting another man's used goods. Duke didn't agree with 
that at all. "You can keep the good girls, give me a whore, anytime," 
he'd say.      

Now, I've matured and I think that I agree with Duke. Why would 
anybody want an unproven virgin? Why take a chance? There's no 
guarantee that a virgin can be trained to be good pussy. With a whore 
there's no qualms about doing those things that you were forbidden to 
do. A whore was a whore and with a whore you could do whatever you 
want because she would already know how to do everything that a man 
likes. Now, it doesn't matter to me if a woman has fucked a lot of 
guys; in fact, I think I prefer a woman that has fucked lots of guys; 
that's the way I feel inside, but I won't tell anybody that.     

Almost everyone I know has had their cock sucked by Honey Bee; but 
no one I know, except for Calvin, who has become an object of 
ridicule, has eaten Honey Bee's pussy and admitted it. Calvin, like 
Duke, and like me, is a whore lover. Calvin, like me, is a man that 
loves humiliating him self sexually with a woman like Honey Bee. If I 
had the nerve I would tell him that I admired him for what he's done, 
but I can never tell him that. Instead, I head for Tachikawa to see 
Honey Bee. It is something that I have to do. I am obsessed with Honey 
Bee.    

        

When she licks my ear, I speak, "Sixty-nine?" She stops. She moves her 
face directly in front of mine and looks down into my eyes with an 
"Are you serious?" expression on her face.      

Slowly, I nod my head, once, at her. She does a 180 degree spin over 
me and plants a wondrous damp hairy cleft on my face. Honey Bee? 
I'm going to worship your whore pussy! In Jesus's name, Amen, let's 
eat.      

I stab my tongue into the wetness; I gnaw long labial lips. Fuck short 
lipped tight pussies on young firmly packed girls, Honey Bee's 
pussy lips in my mouth is what I want. I knead their rubberiness 
between my tongue and the roof of my mouth; it's another Asian 
delicacy, like raw octopus, for me to savor.     

Honey Bee sucks my cock, grinding her pussy into my face. We are 
brother and sister whores, united in incestuous degeneracy. I stab my 
tongue into the wetness; I gnaw long rubbery labial lips. Fuck tight 
short lipped pussies on young firmly packed girls, Honey Bee's 
stretchy lips, is what I want. Cavernous hole expands over my face; 
whore flavor, whore scent, and whore dampness, tantalize my tongue, 
invades my nostrils, slops on my chin and cheeks. I am engulfed, from 
nose to chin; I breathe her; she is my oxygen; I swallow her delicious 
juices.     

Honey Bee knows how to do it, suck and make good noises; She's a 
whore that loves to suck, that brings men off with her mouth. I don't 
have to train her like I did Mamie; I don't have to go slow with her, 
like I did with Alma. Look at me, Ma. It's your baby, sixty-nining 
with an over forty cock sucking whore. Did you like sucking Dad's 
cock, too, Ma? Look at me Dad. It's your son, with his cock in the 
mouth of a disreputable woman, a woman who has sucked literal gallons 
of semen from the balls of thousands of GIs. I'd bet you'd like to be 
me, huh? Toss stones at us, Mom and Dad, I don't care; I rejoice in 
depravity, I rejoice in sucking the cunt of the Whore of Whores.   

I give her a nudge; her body swings around and positions itself over 
me. Momentarily, we meet, face-to-face, and she gives me a friendly 
smile. She bows her head to my chest and licks my nipples, trailing 
tongue and nibbling lips down to my stomach, into my crotch. Right 
testicle disappears into her mouth. Plop, it's out. Then, left 
testicle. Plop, it's out, too. Her hands go under my knees; my legs 
pull up. I am exposed. Use me, Mama. For several strokes, her tongue 
spears into my asshole target. Her lips work their way to my cock head 
and she sucks with relish, generating loud lip smacking, amazing 
throat noises. Everyone outside the thin walls of her room can hear 
our vulgar passion. Listen to me moan! I holler silently. I am a man.   

Honey Bee looks up at me as she sucks, examining me; perhaps she is 
wondering what kind of a person I am to appreciate her the way that I 
do? "I want to fuck you," I say, gazing straight into the pupils of 
her big eyes.      

Honey Bee stops, lets my cock flop out of her mouth and holds it in 
her hand, resting it on her lips, ready to recommence her duties at my 
command. There's a quizzical look is on her face.      

"No suck?" She takes a lick at my cockhead like it's an ice cream 
cone.     

"I want to fuck you."      

She takes another big long lick, from balls to head. Then she drops my 
cock, rolls off of me, moves up on the bed, onto her back at my side, 
takes a pillow, jams it under her ass, and spreads legs and arms. I 
climb in. Arms enfold me, our ankles hook, locking us together, the 
proverbial beast with two backs. My lips kiss Honey Bee's lips. I 
don't care. Mama, I love you. I suck the lips of the mouth that has 
sucked twenty thousand dicks.    

Honey Bee's thighs cradle my hips; pussy muscles grip my dick. She's 
moving really good, humping, gyrating her cunt in circular motions. 
Glued, mouth-to-mouth, belly-to-belly, cock-in-cunt, Honey Bee, a 
woman that men all over the world talk about with derision, is mine, 
is mine. She's so wet. How can a whore get excited doing the same 
thing over and over? But, Honey Bee is a whore that loves her job and 
she is enjoying a special dessert of being fucked.  

Like it has done with thousands of assholes, Honey Bee's long tongue 
stabs between my lips. Her bright brown eyes laugh as she captures my 
tongue like a dick, swallowing it into her big horse face. She pulls 
her head away; my tongue slips out, a saliva strand temporarily 
connects my lips with hers. Then, it's another tongue assault into my 
oral cavity, and another recapturing of my submissive tongue. I 
counter-attack, sucking thick tongue muscle into my mouth; it flops 
about, struggling like a fuzzy warm wet fish.      

I can't help mumbling, "Umm, Umm," as we look into each other's 
laughing eyes. Gargle noises rise from the back of her throat, invade; 
together, we sing, "Umm-gargle, umm-gargle." I swallow fluids, 
making her a part of me, forever.     

"She busy now," I swear I hear Mamasan saying to the next customer. 
After I leave Honey Bee will suck more cocks, but right now, it's my 
turn; everyone else has to wait.  

As I come in the Perfect Woman's pussy, I'm thinking that Duke was 
right, a whore is the only woman to have. As I shrivel in her pussy,
I'm thinking, will Honey Bee remember going sixty-nine with me? Will 
she remember Calvin? Will she remember us, young men who worshipped 
a notorious whore? I love Honey Bee. 



(c) 1998-1999 by R.A. Mendoza


I Love Honey Bee is an excerpt from Sunflower Alley.
The entire Sunflower Alley series may be found at:
http://www.bigfoot.com/~R_A_M

Some stories. Some almost true. Boring if you don't like my thoughts.
But, what the hell, it's my page, I can do (almost) anything I want.
Stories, nostalgia, about GIs, their life, their women, in the Cold War
Era, c.1955. From East LA to Japan. The way it was, way back then. Maybe
these tidbits, these spicy morsels, will jostle your mind. Maybe they'll
give you some joy, I hope.

 From the Corner of 1st & Rowan to Sunflower Alley
http://www.bigfoot.com/~R_A_M

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 From Celestial Reviews 317 - February 28, 1999

"I'm never really sure how far afield I should go when I look for
stories to review. I suppose if I can't even keep up with the stories
that are posted on a.s.s. and a.s.s.m. I shouldn't waste my time
trapsing all over the place looking for even more stories. But this
excursion wasn't a waste of time. One of Mendoza's lead-ins caught my
attention, and his home page roped me in. This is good stuff. It 
doesn't run as a continuous story, but the deliberately disjointed 
presentation is highly effective." 
 
"I encourage you to take a look"
        
Ratings for "Sunflower Alley" 
Athena (technical quality): 10
Venus (plot & character): 9
Celeste (appeal to reviewer): 10
        Celestial Reviews 317 - February 28, 1999

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