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Subject: {ASSM} Sunflower Alley: Emiko - I Love Honey Bee  [repost]
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This story is an excerpt from Sunflower Alley.
The entire Sunflower Alley series may be found at:
  From the Corner of 1st & Rowan to Sunflower Alley,
  http://www.bigfoot.com/~R_A_M , a non-commercial site.

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Emiko - 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
himself 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 stretchy
lips cunt is what I want. I knead the 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. 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 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, all 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; 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


This story 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. 
                                          RAM

  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 
tra[i]psing 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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